The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-12-03

and with quickening pace she fled the
place and hurried across the snowcover-
ed fields to her mothers"
"WLat's the matter, child?" asked
her mother, as Matte, pale and shiver
ing, appeared at the door.
"Don't ask me, mother" sobbed the
wretched little woman.
"You amt left homer
Yes, mother, forever"
s'DoI't say that to me. You shall
go back this Instant" said her mother, !
thinking of the scandal that was sure
to follow such proceeding by her mis-
erable daughter.
"Ob, don't. mother" and Matte
looked the picture of dispair.
"Teli me about it, my child" said
the mother, melted into tenderness by
the look
Then Matte, through her tears, told
her mother all, aud ended with these
pitiful words:
'sBut, oh, mother, do love him, the
father of my child love him, but he
doesn't understand me!'' and she fell
sobbing beside her mothers knee.
"Iet me advise you, my child,'' said
she mother, softly Ftroking her dangh-
ter's glossy hair. ''I've passed through
it all, and I'll tell you secret. There
is almost certain to be mistakes come
up between husband and wife, and often
words are spoken that are regretted
moment afterwards. But, my child,
such a word can do no harm if rerented
of and confession made. Ii YOU have
said ANYTHING TO wound your husbands
feelings, no matter what be may lave
said TO you, go and tell him you are sor-
ry. and know that lie will not only
forgive you, bu: beg yon to forgive him
| Tie hour that follows will be more de-
lightful than the hour OF yonr wedding.
Let me tell you little instance in my
own life.'
| Ailu bCl IHOtbSi iCItA w NA'S u N't'N0
little family differarces that come up
between SO many worthy couples. The
story ended so pleasantly that it sooth-
ed tie temper III the breast OF the heart-
sick daughter
After the story was done Matte still
| kneeled, resting her tired head on her
mothers knee. Her mother stroked
her glossy hair in silence for quarter
of an hour, but Mattie's thaught's were
5usy. Suddenly ste arose, took her
child Into her arms aud wrapped t close
in her shawl, she prepared to go.
"Where are you going, my child?'
asked her mother.
To make my confession," answered
Matte through her tears.
"IIeaven bless you" said her mother,
When Marsh Huut came home that
night pretty sight met his view. The
FIRE was burning brightly on the hearth
and before 1t stood Matte, dressed III a
neat calico wrapper, with snowy collaI
and cuffs, and a scarlet bow of ribbon
at her throat. Baby sat on his pallet
before the FIRE, Growing Justify, aud
beating the floor with tin rattle.
Supper was on the table, and the tea
was steaming on the hearth. Marsh
was cold, but such scene warmed bim'
He went straight to the pallet and COM
! meuced a romp with the baby. Matte
went and kuelt there too, determined
to make confession, but she did not
know how to commence. II was easy
to think of beforehand, but when the
time came she was lost. There was al
awkward pause, then beth spoke at
once:
"Mattie, I've been"
"Marab, Pm sorry"
Their eyes. met and each saw the ten.
derness in those of the other; all was
now told in an Instant. Both made
their confession.
Marsh opened his arms and Matte
fell sobbing on his breast, while baby
looked on in amazement. From that
hour they were the happiest of couples
The DOme OF the InvaIa6cs.