The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-11-12

'But who gets his money, seeing the
poor cuss has no relations ?" queried the
undertaken.
''Oh tIiat's all right. You see, my
Priscilla is a sensible girl. Before she
promised to marry him she had him make
his will in her favor. Poor Smith was
rather sappy. you know had nothing
| against him. however, although he was
leucellv homely, and such a barndoor OF
| a mouth, always OPEN"
well" said the cheerful voice Of the
undertaken. ''hIs mouth is shut tight en-
ough now. reckon he'll meyer open it
in this world again reckon his immor-
tai part is now with the angels
| And my mortal part is also with the
angels. thought Ia fine pair of angels
i felt indignant ut their clumsy riditrle
/ l tried to shut my fist, but the devil shut
! was to ir. c,,0ld do nothing but listen,
| tie then began to measure me for my
coffin 1 had heard that undertakers
| whistled joyfuily when they got measure.
| / believed it to be only joke on tie craft )
! hut Sowerby actually struck up the air
1 Pull Down the BlindS,'' in suh'ued
! trilling whistle while he measured me.
"A nobby cash"t aud 100 hacks. ELI.
! Mr.. Mnains? Must make 4 big thing of
it. The clss left lots of money, and re-
member he was to be your Priscilla's hus-
band. Must have spIurge. AIR. Mullins, =
said the worthy undertaken, With an eye
to his own pocket.
"Wcll. don't mind if tire coffin is a
little nobby looking but 100 hacks
The deuce Just send one or two for the
rnourners. and the rest who come TO at
tend the funeral can furnish their own rigs
or hoof it. whichever suits them
i They covered MY face again and left
me t. my own reflections, had often
heard it remarked that meditation waS
good for the soul, and this was the best
chance | ever had of trying it.
An hour must have passed and the door
was again opened, and two persons came,
whispering along. to where lay, and the
voice of my promised wife fell on my ear.
Il dread 10 look 1T him. Mr.. Howard ;
he was so homely when living, he must
be frightfll when dead.''
| l ground my teeth in rage as renem-
bercd how often she had gone into rap
lures, or pretended to, over my noble
brow and expressive mouth. and would
/ snlemnly declare that il I were taken from
/ her she would enter a convent. take the
/ black veil and never more behold the sun
! One of them raised the cloth. l knew
| they We're looking at me. Howard was
/ the chap she w:is SpnoiIey OH. whom her
| fatIer had mentioned.
| Seems to rae you don't feel very bad
about his dying, Miss Mulfins,'' exclaimed
/ Howard. deliberately.
"We!l. to tell the TRUTH said my be-
/ trotlled, Il don't care very much about it.
If he Md Ilved suppose I should have
married him. because he was rich but I
| was getting about sick of my bargain, for
I know should always be ashamed of
him.
.'But you loved him. remarked Howard.
! NO, didn't! My affections were
wasted long ago on one who never return
el my love- And my f,st-fatling idol
sighed heavily. They bad now covered
my face again. and were standing within
a few feet of where lay.
''About how long ago. Miss Mullins ?''
asked Howard.
sigh.
about the time went away ?'' inter
r,pted the cautious Howard, coughing a
li:tle.
well. yes about that length of time, ~
assen:ed my affianeed.
Now, Miss Muffins-you-oh yon do
not mean to lnsiuuate that II. oh too
much hli-s-ain the lucky"
Il don't mean to insiuuate anything. Mr..
! Howard; and the angelic sweetness of
her voice beromr some what metallic.
| Now, see here Pri~-PrlS-cilla-ol, let
me call YOU by that meiotlious name. See
here. l always loved you, not for your
beauty. God knows. but for your artless-
ness 'pon M soul did. and would have
proposed to you. only | heard you We're en-
| gagged to the chap that is stretched there. ~
..Oh. Mr.. Howard - said Mrs. Smith
| that WAS to be- giving a little squeal.
| Don't Mr.. Howard me. If you return
my affection you must call me by some pet
names. Call me Harry-call me Lovey-
but for heaven 5 sake don't Mr.. Howard
the. my OWE Priscilla.'' said Howard in a
| quivering voice.
Then l heard movement OF feet, ac-
companieti by loud lip explosion. Mo-
Ses how mad got. | tried to kick or
CRATE my teeth. but the devil kick or
CRATE could raise. was obliged to grin
and bear it. Bear it had to but grin 1
could not.
Soon my company left, and was again
entertained by my own pleasant Thoughts,
until again felt the cloth gently removed
| from my face. A soft. warm palm was
laid on my forehead, aud the low, sweet
voice of Minnie Rivers wiispered-well,
no matter what.
| Night came-so did the neighbors to my
wake and from two old crones who sat
near me learned to my horror that was
| to be buried next day.