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

Having dined very heartily he went to the
house of a patient, Nj. de G., who had COM
manded his attendance, and was struck
down with apopleXy. His patient was
so deeply affected wheil.he learned of the
death of the man whe died i'll his arms
{or, to speak more accurately, at his feet J.
that the physician called i1 to attend to the
unhappy pedicure had all he could do to
restore the agitated NJ. de G.''
Nine. Miraul seizes the paper from my
hands, gazes eagerly at the item and ex-
claims j:
II told you that thirteen at table was al
ways unfortunate and one of the company
would certainly die before the year was
out. May the unhappy man rest In peace!
how glad I am that the horrid, haunting
nightmare a last is over. My children,
the dreadful debt is 5paists am anxious to
see you happy. 9lA AAArrtages viii take
place this day week.
The months slip away like dream and
the both of October comes round once more.
Cecile has made me the proud and happy
father of a bouncing boy mother and child
are doing we'll aud the cousins and aunts
are trotting over the house radiant with
joy. Suddenly hear at the door lively
aud loud alteration between my servant
and some one with a powerful voice and a
pronounced Provencal accent.
IL tell you ! will go in-that must see
your master, - shouts the stranger. The
door of the salon is opened and in bounces
Saint-Phar, the Saint-Phar whom 1 had
slain and buried. He rt,shes into my arms
crying
My dear boy, you must haze thought
me dead. for during the year since the day
when [ had thu honor OF dining with yoH
and the amiable family that surrounds me
you have never heard from me. have
been away in Russia, having been sum-
moned thither by royal parsonage who
designated me his Pedicure in Ordinary
with an extraordinary salary. All has
gone well with me am growing rich.
got months leave OF absence and arrived
In Paris this morning. I posted off to
your friend NJ. de Bremond's and found
fortune and drove here at once to bring
my congratulations and assure you that
you invited to the hospitab:e board no un-
grateful wretch, but one whose heart and
stomach are filed with gratitude. By
Jove how glad am to see you ALTO
| find us all reunited at the close of the year.
Do you remember how we were thirteen
at table that night Thanks to you, sir,
and your charming wife. we are fourteen
now. May we be fifteen this day next
yeal ~
He laughs mighty laugh, like the roar
OF Il Maltese kitten.
Nine Miraul looks at me closely look
down, recldening.
''You deceived me- she says.
81 did. dear mother, but are you sorry
that dill ? You would inevitably have
died of ,moping Cecile would rot have
survived you, and should have followed
her TO the grave. Instead of three funerals
we have had one wedding and are to have
a christening. You see. mamma, that the
superstition about thirteen at table Is a
puerIle one-that there is nothing in If.
Forgive my deception and believe that that
superstition, the superstition about spilled
salt, about :he loaf of bread turned upside
down and the like are all old wives tales
Take your grandchild, grandma, and have
faith only in the bright and happy days
| sent us by Heaven, and let us all remem
Der that the best way to thank Heaven fol
them is to enjoy them to the utmost
From the French of II. Lafontafae.