The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-07-14
PERFEsTLY nEAzsxH1u1s.

and those eyes, so deep and full OF ex.
preston ?'' said the physician, nusingly.
teI don't admire her style of beauty Mt
all. She looks like a wax doll, and her
heartlessness is proverbial. Since her
uncle left her 50 wealthy, sic has had
suitors by the score, and flirts with
every one.' =
She was conversing gayly with a
knot of gentlemen; and Or. Stanly
sauntered over toward the group.
Miss Marston," said one gentleman,
stwhat has become of Harold Graham
the artist?'
The tiny hand swept over the keys
of the grand piano, in the measure Of a
waltz; and another of the group, sup
posing Miss Marston did not hear the
question said:
'sOnt at elbows. and can'tS APPEAR
He was wretehedly poor" said a
third.
ssPerhaps he las committed suicide.
II is three weeks since he disappeared, y
said another.
"Oh, hope notn SAID Miss Marston;
Sswe want his tenor Tor our next musical
soiree. 1t would be too provoking for
him 10 commit stHcide!''
The next morning Miss Marston sat
in her own room, writing letter. Let
us peep over her shoulder, at one SEN
tence:
s'All hollow, all heartless,' Miriam!
Yon blame me for flirting; you are not
here to see how they follow me merely
for my money; not one trule heart
among them all. There was one, Har-
old"
a Knock at the door interrupted her
"Gome in.o said Eva, pleasantly.
GLOW is Terrence this morning o.
"Oh, miss it's beautiful, he is today
Pm sorry you had to wait so long for
the needlework."
'FNever mind that. How could you
work with the little fellow so i'll 20
"Well, miss, it's many one expects
their work, sick or well; and isn't Jim
my sitting up playing with the toys you
sent him, and Pat, that / kept home
from school TO mind him 90
"IIow much, Mary ?'' said Eva, TAX
ing out her purse.
"Oh, miss, you don't owe Mary Gin
Ills a farthing There's the doctor you
left the money to pay-and the wood
you sent-and the potatoes and milk
and the money you gave me last week;
indeed, miss, it's in your debt / am for
tue rest of yonr life.n
"Sbat | gave Terrence has nothing
20 do with my bill,'' said Eva rapidly
counting out some money.
"Miss Eva" said the poor needle
woman-and then stopped.
"Well, Mary %
Indeed, miss, you do so much good
with your money, Pm ashamed to tell
you
E'1ell me what 20
aWeil, miss, it's about tie young
gentleman that rented my room. You
know where the widow died last autumn
He came week back, miss, and lie
never came down stairs for three days:
SO this morning | went up, and he's
sick with a fever, ont of his head ell-
tirely. miss. II you would come now"
sWait, Mary, I'll go with you"
"He's dreadful poor, l think, miss;
for it's precious little Notwithstanding
but a bed and a table and a chair, and
no trunk, but bit of a carpet bag
Throwing off her rich silk wrapper,
Eva put on dark dress and cloak, and
CiOSS Silh OOHl5SI w I'LL q IIllCh
veil
s'Come Maryr' and the two lett the
house together.
In low, close room, on pallet bed,
lay Mary Gennis' lodger. The face,
against the coarse ticking pillow, was
such as one fancies for tlat OF his favor
tie peet. The hair was dark, waving
ever a broad, white forehead, aud the
deep set eyes were hazel, large aud full,
and the features delicate. Usually the
face was pale, but now it was crimson
with fever. The eyes, too, fierce and
wild. But, even with all this, it was
beautiful with almost unearthly beauty
Into that poor, low room, Eva, with
her sombre dress aud radiant beauty,
came Ike plying angel She gave
one glance at the invalidss face, and
tlien crossed the room to his side
"Evap' said the sick man: ssEva!''
aIie knows me" she said drawing
back.
But the young man moaned her name
again, and then broke forth into wild,
delirioas rawlings
"Mary," said Eva, 'teend your boy to
me. / will find pencil aud papers,
Mary lett the room, and Eva turned
to the table to find pencil and paper.
She wrote two hasty notes. One was
to her housekeeper for pillows and
sheets, The other was to DIR. StanIy,
who did not conjecture who was the
friend that sent him so mnch practice
among poor patients, and say that the
young physician was well paid.
Having dispatched the notes, Eva
tried to make the desolate room more
homelike. Lifting from the table =
waistcoat, something dropped from the
pocket to the floor. She picked it up.
It was small miniature case Open
and painted on the ivory was Miss
Marston's face.
A smile, gentle and plying, came on
her lip.
He did love me, chemically loved
me-snd would not seek me with the
herd of fortune-hunters who followed
me e-and that is the reason / have
missed him SO long"
The next day when DR.. Stanly called