The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-01-16

can only have its source in dissipation
or speculation. With neither OF these
can you expect me, a Christian matron,
to sympathizeA Under the circumstances
| must beg to decline further postal
communication with you. Respectful
ly, ETC., etc, ETC."
The upward curves around Mr.. Wat
kins' mouth heightened themselves out
into the nearest approach to smile in
which the caustic old gentleman ever
INDUCED, as he neatly labeled and
docketed this letter also. and opened
still the third, III which Mr.. BENJAMIN
| Courtenay regretted the straitened state
of his financial affairs, and blunily rec
commended some public charitable in
stitution as the best refuge for his cous.
in's declining years.
"TTumph, humph - muttered Mr..
| Watkirs. $50 he wonld pack me off
to tie poor-h-use, would he? Very
kind and considerate of him, very
Mr.. Peter Dilks was stage less cer-
emonious than others.
ssDid his cousin Watkins think he
was made of money? Did he think it
was his business to supply every old
paupcr! In that case Mr.. Watkins
would find himself terribly mistaken,
and so no more from his to command.
p pH.Ks."
Tie fifth epistle from Mrs. Million
paire was excessively civil and as hard
as granite. She begged to call MI
Watkins attention to the fact that she,
Mrs. Millionaire, was but his second
cousin after all, and she really wonder
ed at his ,audacity in expecting her to
patch up his ruined fortunes. She in
closed card to an employment office,
and hoped to be troubled no more with
such useless applications.
Air, Watkins silently folded this let
ter ard opened the one directed in
Moses IEaywood's clerky caliigraphy.
To lis surprise, wien lie broke the seal,
ont fell post office older OF ESQ.
''3Ty dear Cousin Watkins" wrote
the school master, 81 grieve deeply to
hear of your financial distress, and here
by inclose all | have on hand. It is
not much but beg Of Won to accept
itin tie same spirit in which it is given -
OH Walter Watkins brushed his
wrinkled hand across his shaggy brows.
'sThe poorest, most obscure OF them
all2' he said. s:fhe one of whom
expected least. Well, wonde.s wall
neger cease" And taking up his per
lie wrote back briefly
COUSIN HAYWOOD Il thank you
w. WATKISs.''
'sFa,her, are You sure you are vel
enough 10 60 back into school ?"
Alice had drawn mp her wheeled
chair close to the lounge OF which old
Moses had dragged himself into a sit
ting posture.
eyes, cIild, yes," he said, drawing
his hand across his forehead 81 mus
be well enough! The children's parents
are getting impatient! l shall lose m,
scholars if don't 60 back into harnes
to day"
'sFather, father" cried poor Alice
piteously. 'sit we had but that none.
you saved so long and painfully-tha
money you gave to old Mr.. Watkin
it would have brought you health
strength, repose now.''
"My daughter" said the old maj
mildly, '.all that is past considerin:
now. And remember, he that givetl
TO the poor lendeth to the Lord"
lie was III the school that mornin'
trying to accustom his whirling head
to the clamorous voices of the little one
when there came loud rap at the doc
) and well-dressed, bluff-looking stran
, ger walked in and looked ulcermoni
ously around him.
Ills this Moses Haywood, th eschool
master 20 lie asked, with outstretche,
) hand.
"That is my name, sir" said the oil
man.
e congratulate you," cried the strar
| ger, nearly wringing poor Moses han,
D off.
''Sir:'' said the schoolmaster.
s'You're rich man % roared th
stranger.
eli think must be dreaming,
{ said Moses, putting his hand to hi
. head.
. ''Not bit Of it, said the stranger
! ssnot bit of il. ssIt's your wife's cou,