The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-08-20
VOLUME XII.


~ gloves, aud my feet similarly coustrain-
ell. But the occasion: is altogether special
one-for the first time am to dine with
the family of my CeciIe at least she will
be my CeciIe In precisely two months.
Alter tomorrow may call as au accepted
lover and pay my court every evening
from till 10 in an hour anu half am
co undergo formal inspection by the rela
tives OF my betrothed. 1t is with peculiar
care, therefore, that dress myself anG
stuff one pocket with Jumps of sugar for
Bijou, the lap-dog of my mather-in-law
that is to be. The abomiuabIe lin!e beast
II hate dogs-I have stuffed him with
sugar till he Is perambulating conf-ction-
cry, and the tears from his little eyes crys-
tAlliER tuto rO.ik candy l.s- his eye;ids-
Ny future motller.in-law is much attached
To the brute aud is convinced that anyone
who can obtain his good opinion is worthy
TO he admitted into the family.
Five-twcnty now for a hack, and OH
the road let me get boquet for Cecile-
white lilac aud orange blossoms Now
for Place Royale, aud heaven, which I
shall reach at 6:30.
I arrive in due course and ring the bell.
Oh, joy Cecile Is alone with her mother
-,lInuer will not be til7. kiss tie old
lady's hand and direct nay way to the pi-
&no, where Ccci'e is sitting, letting
her white fingers stray carelessly over the
keys. The little witch pretenols not to
have seen me, and let's me approach ap-
parently 0nnoticed, SO as to acquire the
right Of altering pretty little scream that
will flush her fair forehead vi, to the fuzzy
crinkleS of hair above It, and give her pref
fy eyes the startled expression which nIust
becomes tIIrn-
Bat what on earth ailS the old people !?
Tie old lady seems worried, and yet Biiou
Is not i'll eau her husband have been In
vesting ia Ottoman securities2 He is
Ieatling letier-pEay heaven it may not
be an a,Ioi,ymCSIs one OH my account. IL.
hands it to ine gIoomily; take it with ms-
heart iil uIy mouth. and read /:
MY DEAR EULALIE My lazy Jgnace Is
late ag;lim as usual. so dou-t bother about
keeping place tor him at table Il will
come alone With regrets, your affection
ate cousin. ANASTAsIA
''WeiI,'' say, '|what about it ?''
''What about it - cries Mme. Miraal.
raising her hands and eyes to heaven IL,
horror ''wlIat about it. indeed Why,
we shall be thirteen at table. and thirteen
ut table mrans the death of one of the
guests before the year is OUT
Suppose yoti put two at a little side
tables"
But VIC should bc thirteen all the same
1T wouM still be unlucky. Aud here it
is half past 6 and dinner ordered for 7,''
"'Don't fret, mother dear I say afftc-
tionateiy. ''Is there no one living near
here eau go for .''
''How Thoughtful you are. my dear son;
but there is nobody. All yes drive to my
friend Burns. IL Faubourg Poissonniere.
He is as regular as c1ockwork-an OLD
bachelor that sits down to dinner ut Z, anG
always in full dress. Go to him, tell him
what has happened and beg him to come
be eloquent, persuasive, violent il needs
be-
but IL ne sh0Iid not be at homee''
t'Why, bring the first friend you meet
with you-no matter who it may be-
drive furiously to II FaubOurg Pois-
sonaiere, and find that M. Burns has been
sick, has just entered a medicated bath in
which he Is to remain for two hours, and
also has been ordered to live OIL bread and
milk for the next three months.
bound down the stairs four steps at a
time, and consult my watch. Twelve
minutes to z aud no dinner. Kind heaven
send this way friend, am acquaintance
Ny prayer remains unanswered !; am
growing desperate. Coaehee driYe home
slowly. II can lay hands on a man in
dress-suit he shall dine or die. | arrive at
the house aud pay my iarvey I've makes
change slowly, while gaze eagerly upon
the passers.
fla ny Jove have seen that face
somewhere. And he Is ia full dress.
Saved saved ! fly to the arms OF a short.
stout little man, jOlly-louking and very red
in the face aud short In the neck. lie is
dressed for dinner, but his hands are bare;
doubtless. though, his gloves are in his
pocket.
AA@ HOW kOtS IL CI9s AS l"ACS
n weight of my mind to see you, tell
yOu.''
'.You honor me, sir, says the little
man, with strong Provencal accent
''Can do anything for you? l always
carry my Instruments with me-
"a doctor - say, hugging myself;
''notl,ing could be better" Then con-
tinue .'My dear Doctor, Doctor"
''Saiut-P Phar, ut your service
''Precisely-T remember names so in
differently. Thank you, though but
never xas better than am now-have tlle
appetite Of hunter. Aud how is IL with
you?''
well, though, say it myself. play
The best kniF. ard fork In Provence, Mftere
people have reduced eating TO one Of the
exact sclences.''
Then. my dear Monsieur SaInt-Phar,
win you come and dine with me Ut the