The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1877-01-26

ss1ndeed !" said his nephew's wife,
rather family.
"Eyes deep blue, like midsummer
sky-hair lustrous aS fiaxen gold-teeth
ike twin rows VI pearls" pursued the
middle-aged gentleman.
She must be very pretty, said Mrs.
Mortimer. junior.
Pretty" echoed the old bachelor.
"Pretty's no word for it,
"And young?''
Well, not so very," admitted Mr..
Mortimer. "She's five aud thirty, but
she has the complexion of eighteen"
"That's easily accounted for" said
Harry the nephew. sWhat with,
Cream of Roses Baths of Pearls, and
'Balms OF ofVenus.' people can have what
! ever complexion they please nowadays,
provided they've got the money to pay
| for it,"
'tNonsense % snapped Mr.. Mortimer,
sitting mp very straight, and looking
around with general air of defiance.
"As it my Auresia would condesend to
such petty articles as that! She's pu-
rity. ffankness, single-minde1 ArtlessnesS
| itself %
"Ohr' said Harry, s.is she ?a
"Certaimly she is.' said the senior.
"Do yon think could love a woman
who was made mp as an actress ?''
People do.'' said Harry. dubiously.
"But not people of my standard, )" re-
torted his uncle. loftily.
And Mrs. Harry thought remorseftlIly
OF the little china p"wder pot. with it's
dowuy puff, with which she used TO
''cool down" her complexion ON hot
days.
"But really," thought poor little Mrs.
Harry, tone don't want to lonk as if
one were varf isl,ed all over, or dipped
in a jar Of boiling oil, like the forty
thieves in the Arabian Nights"
"Harry," said she, when Uncle Nor
timer bad taken his leave, edo you
really think its wrong to nse a dab of
powder in the hot weather? ?''
"Nonsense," said Harry, with an m,-
ward elevation of his handsome Grecian
nose. 81 dareSay that desperate old
maid that Uncle Mortimer is going TO
marry is painted like Jezebel."
30. Harry"
"Sims says So. And Sims knows her
Miss Anrelia Hopkins, that's her
name. And she's wagered a diamond
bracelet with one Of her friends that she
will he married before Christmas. |
wonder what sort of wife thasll be
for Uncle Mortyn'
'tBut, Harry, why don's you tell
him p cried the little wife.
Because, my dear, he's too far gone
TO believe a word of it.''
! 0Oh doar DS c3rrboA Me-
"And of course he'll withdraw your
little allowance now"
"Of course" admitted her husband
with 8 grimace.
'It's too bad, - sighed Mrs. Mortimer.
"JuSt when you've lost your clerkship,
and little Effie needs sea-a;r, and Aunt
christina has written to ask If we caI
lend her money enough tn send little
lame Charlie to that famous London
surgeon. hings always go contrary,
don'r they, Harry ?''
'Don'r fret. my pet" said Harry
Mortimer. careless y stroking the golden
head that bent so low. t'It'll all be
right, if Uncle NIorty should get mar
ried. l'll find something to do, if it's
nothing better than saving wood or
hauling IN coal"
But as he went out, gaily whistling,
to keep up brave exterior, he did
| wish, most earnestly, in his secret heart,
that Miss Aurelia Hopkins hadn't seen
fit to cast her siren spells over the heart
OF the rich bachelor uncle; whose heir
apparent he had always been.
'.IfI believed, honestly and truly,
that che would make him happy .
thought Harry, 81 wouldn't grudge his
money to her. But don't belieye any
thing of the SORT"
Lite Effie had the toothache next
day. Mrs. Mortimer casped her hands
in despair.
''Oh, Harry" she said to her hus-
band, "l'm afraid she'll have to have
that tooth ont %
every well." said Harry. "Take
| her to the deutist's."
ssOh, Harry, daren't % faltered the
| little woman, who could not endnre TO
see fly killed or q mouse drowned.
"1 hen | will" said Harry, laughing.
The dentist, q dapper little man,
smelling of scented soap, and orris root
tooth powder, was engaged just at the
! moment of their entrance, but would be
| at liberty presently.
Little Efie sat down, quaking and
trembling, IN an easy chair.
"Oh, l'apa," taltered che, ssT wish
there wasn't any such thing as teeth" !"
Mr.. Mortimer. taking up newspaper
at that masnent, CHANGED 20 knock
little l,aste.buard box off the mantel-a
pasteboard box neatly tinctnred with
ring of india rubber.
"Hullo !' said Mr.. Mortimer, "what's
this? I hope haven't done any harm,
Mrs Aurelia Hopkins p" he repeated,
reading a pencil inscription on the lid.
"Yee,n said the little dentist, hurry
| ing TO the rescue-Miss Hopkins new
set. Ought to have been sent yeeter-
day"
"New set p vaguely repeated Harry.
ssSet of what %
"Of teeth, to be sure, uppers and
lowers" eaid the dentist. isAh, YOU
may look surprised, but make teeth
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