The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-03-17

W0ifL DeIOWS
Until late that night l played chess
with my aunt, and then, thoroughly
tired out, l went to bed and to sleep.
l did not mean to see Richard Grey
the next day. A little absence would
only make my presence dearer, and |
was going to try it upon him.
eff MIR. Grey calls this morning, say
TO him that | am indisposed will you,
Aunt Hyde ?' / said, as we rose from
breakfast.
'tYes; for you do look tired''
l went into the library, and hunting
out the most exciting novel could find ,
began to read. The sun was hardly
three hours high when Richard Grey's
voice sounded in the hall and then /
heard his horse canter down the ave-
nue., but | did not change my posi-
ton. It would not do to satisfy my
inclinations now. When the sound died
away went on steadily with my read
ing again. III the evening the gentle
man called to see how / was.
'Better,o [ heard my aunt say, SFbut
not in the parlor this evening"" and he
took his departure.
early, but none too soon lie was im-
patient to see me, and his eager greet
ing would have been tiattering indeed
if had not held what he meant undoubt-
edly should be kept secret from me-
My days absence had the desired effect,
and either his soul lied or he did love
me.
IL receive n foreign letter every
Wednesday. Let us ride by the office,
if you wiII,' . I said as we started off.
F'Certainly," he answered, cycling me
closely. "You have friends abroad
then ="
eyes. never told you of my Cousin
Ernest? / thought had. He is an
artist, and has been travelling in Europe
year or more. We are all in all to
each othcr.'
His lips closed curiously and his face
grew tritie cooler, though his eyes
seemed to burn as they looked into mine.
"No; you have never spoken OF him. !"
"a mistake of mine," | answered.
lie handed me the letter from the
post masters hands, with halt frown
upon his face.
81 am getting jealous" he said, partly
IN jest, but more in earnest.
"Ua! fla - l laughed ''and well
you may be'' Then opening it and
reading few sentences, added, 'tIIe
is going to be here next week"
''IIe is your cousin, yoa say"
eyes at your service"
What he had upon his lips | could
only judge from his looks, for begun at
once long string of small talk that
ended only when we reached home.
For the next week | treated him to
love and Indifference alternately. keep
ing him oil the time at bay, so that be
could not approach me nearer than
wllled, until he was lalf mad with fear
and love. / had not meant to marry
this cousin, who had been a persistent
suitor as well, until learned what Dead
Sea apples | had been eating from
Richard Grey's hands; that changed
my intentions. When met linn after
his long absence his anxious question
inos were answered without "a word
lie knew would he his wife then.
/ was not at home to Richard Grey
for two weeks after Erncst's arrival ;
but at the end of that time was ready
TO meet him, and went down at once
as soon as he called.
81 have wanted to see you very much,
Margaret" he said, bending over my
hand.
"Why have you denied me admit
tance so long 90
81 have wanted to see you, too, Rich
ard ,"I answered, slowly, lingering ten
derby over his name 'sbut these we'd
dings make such disturbance"
He started violently, but / went on
speaking in the same even tone.
81 should have sent you these" hold
ing ont invitation cards, "but hoped
each day that should see you the next,
and give them myself, SO it was delayed
until now," and handed them to him.
He threw them down and put his
foot npon them quicker than lightning.
els this true, Margaret % burst from
his lips.
"True? OF course it is. Why DO
you ask ?''
'tAnd You have dared to throw it in
my face like this, as if had never
loved you."
was careful to keep my tones cool
and even as before.
"My dear Mr.. Grey, you are to marry
your cousin, and mine. Surely you
did not think | would love you when
knew you were betrothed to another ?
And could not be so vain as to think
you cared for me at all when you loved
her SO well. A harmless Irritation and
we both understood it to perfection, l
tlIink.'
His face was like dead mans face
as he staggered from the room. ALI
revenge is sweet, after all Who says
it is not?
We are informed by James M. Dur
ham, Esq, who was in the city on We'd
nesday, that there is runlor atioat in
the neighborhood of Ashley, that son
Of Mr.. Thompson, who recently moved
from Ashley to Texas, was out hunting
and shot wild turkey, which fell near
something of a dark color, which, upon
investigation, proved to be an old pair
of saddIe-bags, partially decayed, and
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