The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-11-26

..Keep quite still Georgie, - said an un-
tnistakabie mans voice and with one
firm touch the ladder was steadied. ..WEat
are you doing up there ?''
s.I wanted some OF those roses up near
the waterspout.' replied Georgie-'I
thought could reach them by just climb
/ a step or two.'' as
.'Foolish child - said Mr.. Day, as he
proceeded to unEisten the pretty muslin
from the nails and unwind the yards OF
| frilling twisted round and round the rose
sprays. ''Where is Jobns Could not he
have got them for your.
''IIe has gone to the village. couldn't
make anyone hear. oh. be quickI am
falling !" And George suddenly clutct,ed
the rungs of the ladder desperately, and her
face tnrIlcd ashy-paTe. II
In a u.osssesst BfS Dag F,na rnsoansed tlse
ladder pue his aFRl rountl-fhe slight figure.
and lifted her down as easily rs Il she had
been kitten.
Little wife, you should not do such
things" said he, grayely. as he deposited
her or a gnrden seat. 1T was very DAM
gerous.'' f3ss
II was only faint with being in that
cra,nped position SO long, = pleaded Geor-
gle land it was so high up.n
''Yes fall from there would have
l'een no laughing mater. Don't try it
| again. Georgfe.''
Nevertheless he tried It !; tor, mounting
the ladder quickly. almost as lie spoke.she
gathered q handful OF the coveted roses,
ran lightly down again, and laid them,
all glittcrng with dew, In his wife's lap.
Very fair and dainty George looked in
the morning sunlight. the rich color COM
ing and going In the creamy cheeks; a
| random rose-spray was f.stesae,i Ia the
| bright wayy hair the sweet eyes too
bashfnl to meet her husbands were velled
under their long fri.'grs. the little hands
| nervously busy with the torn frilling.
Mr. Day sal down beside her, and, put
| ting an arm around her, drew her close to
| him,
''Georgie, have had letter from Ar
thur; he is coming here
Coming iiere:'' interrogated George.
| wontleringIy.
s'Yes that is,'' explained Mr., Day, she
wants to come and bring his wife with
| him, of course"
''well?'' querird Georgis, putting ono
soft little hand half bashful!y Into her hus-
bands.
1T is for you to 'ec'.,e, little wife. But
| for yorr wish | should never willingly
have spoken to him again; and he shall
not come here nnless you like"
Georgie rested her head with quiet con-
tent on her husbands shoulder, and looked
up at him with shy. trustfnI eyes,
"why should they not come, Frank"
said she, simply. ''I will give them a
welcome"
Mr. Day took the fairsprre face in his
two hands. bent down and kissed the sweet
red lips, aud then, drawing her close again
said. langi.ingly- l
| ''Do you know. sweet wife, was gre
vionsly deprived OF my rights Of courtships
My lady-love has never even yet told me
| il she loves mc.''
perhaps she doesn't - returned Geor-
gle, saucily. '.Let me go, F'rank-I hear
Esther opening the window"
Answer then"-keeping her firmly
imprisoned. '.Do you:"
"Do WHAT
s.Do you love tae -
..PIcase let me CO. Frank-she Is coming.
really" And Georgie made desperate
effort to escape from his encircling arm.
"Tell me, then. my sweet witc''-in a
slight anxious tone.
She ceased her efforts to escape, raising
her eyes, deep and dark with emotion.
and. claSping his hand in hers said gravely
and steadily sss - seeg
II love you. Frank. with love cosnpar
ed to which all other. love seems poor ant
smean. love you SO much that know
that tlif now did not know what love
meant. My husband. & love you 30 tha
: nothing but death can part u.s." "a ses.