The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1879-12-26

That his arms are q trff1e long, and his |
hands, though elegantly shaped, are about
one or two sizes larger than strictly
aristocratic taste would desire. His voice
Is soft and very clear. his enunciation dis
than his father, though he is a better tallter
when stirred up to it. His manners are
grave and quiet for one of his years he
can ait or stand perfectly still in any com
pany. and listen without embarrassment n
that, yon know. has always been one of my
tests OF gentlemanliness. He has good
English aud good commercial education,
with a large fund of miscellaneous infor-
nation. His pcnmanshiD Is round. smooth
and characteristic Of controlled and con-
trcllabIe nerve force. His morals. / be-
lieve, are good, and I know that his
courage is. and ever from infancy was, un-
doubted He is ambitious. and hopes TO
make hislwav into some line of business
which has future to it. From my long
experience as Clerk of the Court, I had
hoped my oldest son would be successful
Iawer during my lifetime but he shows as
yet no taste for law. I, however, have
other sons, perhaps to comfort my "old
age OF course, you well know that
any way on account of old times, and If
my boy does not seem to fit into some
place now open, I ask you as an old friend,
to drop the matter right there, and we viii
say no more about it.
Although this is long letter. do not
feel weary with writing it. and entertain
hope that you will not weary in the read
ing of it. / could tell you many thiEgs
about domestic politics. but sucll things no
longer hold first place in your attention.
or indeed in the attention Of stfeng. active
natures all over our great Union, and.
mad adj with seeming slang phrase,
g that's what's the matter. But, even
if do not write politics or send you i'm
portant news, think we of the old school
should still, from time to time, drop each
otlrer letter, because the day is not a
long way off when we will not be able to
Let me hope, however, that wien that
day comes we will be blissfully near
enough to need no artificial communica-
ton for evermore.
My wife and nest of little ones. like the
four and twenty blackb birds when the pie
was opened. are ready to sing before your
majesty if you will accept my oft repeated
and always standing invitation to come
antlsee us.
Give the love of MS all to all there is of you
and yours, and permit me to remain, In the
Heartily your friend,
NORMAN MAYDoLE.
In answer to fl1e above there came, in due
lime, the following brief epistolary dash ::
s. F., Cal, June 10, 1877.
VERY DEAR OLD PARD 81 read your letter
10 my household. We all enjoyed it. Write
often. God bless you every one. We ought to
be more personally intimate; but you're too
proud to visit the house of what You cali a rich
man, and I'm too busy TO go anywhere or the
treadmill. Send that boy to me right of.
Tell his mother we will be good TO him.
In haste, yours 10 command, HoLTEN.
Mrs. Maydole was good mother,
and, although she had deal of regular
and miscellaneous mothering to do, still
preserved 10 herself that very quiet way
which wise mothers have of appreciat.
ing character among her offspring.
Norman NIaydole, Jr., her eldest,
differed enough from Norman Maydole,
Sr. and differed in such manner as al
most, if not quite, to fill in her heart
the vacant margin untitled by the, to
her. shortcomings in the character oi
Norman Maydole, Sr. She thought
she saw in her son the ideal manhood
which floated through her love-iit fancy
when she was Martha Aiken. She
knew that in this boy was nature
stronger than his father's-a nature
which might, perioice OF circumstance
serve faithfully, but which must err
long rule or ruin for itself she at onc'
trenbled inwardiy at, and secretly de
lighted in, the developing, but not L
all manifest, power of her boy.
With loving haste. jet with tears il
her eyes aud voice. she made him read.
for his departure, ard grew frmer i
purpose as the hour drew nigh TO bi,
him farewell. She did not burtbe
his parting moments with prayers o
advice; but held up to his kise all th
little faces OF the house. and finally
after all, she came TO embrace him sofl
" and quietly, and kiss him good by
| Norman Maydolc. Jr., will rever b
able to say precisely what he thought I
he rat with the driver on .sthe outside,
and coached away down the monntai
road. Yet he did q deal OF thinkinI
one way and another but he could u
realize that home for him would eco
right there. and never more grow fro
thar point while, Of course, he couI
not comprehend his changing future
i and vel Il vas this home as1d the futgll