The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-07-30

eyes, I am, dear father. Five years
ago I had the good fortdne to gain the
good will of one of the wealthiest Amerl-
can shipping merchants then in London.
He gave me good position, and de-
cided to return home with him, and
served faithfully in his employ, until
lust before his death, when, having
formed an engagement with his only
daughter, he gave his consent to our
marriage, with the provisO that l would
take his name and carry on his interests
exactly as they had been. To this con-
sented, for in spite of settled habits and
ideas, I felt an alien and alone; but
mother, I have@a good wife and the best
of sons-a little fellow two years old,
named Derby. Does that not please
your"
Ah, indeed! What loving old woman
is not pleased with hergrandchild? Soon
the house was graced by the presence of
Violet Faxon and the lovely boy, whom
grandfather could not praise enough and
grandmother could not fondle enough;
yet it was sweeter, perhaps, to Roscoe
Faxon to hear his mothers voice whis-
per:
ST like your wife; and do you know,
dear, I think she is very Like Annie?"-
Saturday Night.
LoNGsTREET AS COUNTRY Posi-
sTER.-Not many months ago an En-
glish visitor to the United States hap
pened to find himself passing through a
little town in Georgia, to which he had
left instructions that his letters be ad-
dressed. The stranger repaired to the
humble Post Office, situated in wooden
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which the vertical sun of the south beat
with almost uninterrupted intensity, and
mentioning his name asked through the
narrow wicket whether any letters
awaited him. In the interior of the
little Office was seated grave, elderly
man, with long white beard, and with
paralyzed or, at any rate, helpless right
arm hanging feebly by his side. His
face, air and manner seemed to betoken
that he had known better times and had
been familiar with the experiences of q
stormy life. As General Longstreet, for
he was the Postmaster referred to, rose
from his seat and thrust his left hand
into pigeon hole to search for the let
ters inquired after by his visitor, it
flashed through the mind of the English
man that he had seen photograph of
the remarkable man in whose presence
he found himself. A few sympathetic
questions drew from General Longstreet
the avowal that he had, nearly twenty
years ago, been commander of a divis-
ion in the army of General Robert E.
Lee q. A. Sala in London Telegraph.
A BRAND New OFFICE BOYLE was
brand new Office boy, young, pretty
faced, with golden ringlets and blue
eyes. just such a boy as one would
imagine would be taken out of his
trundle bed in the middle of the night
and transported beyond the stars. The
first day he glanced over the library in
the editorial room, became acquainted
with everybody, knew all the printers,
and went home in the evening as happy
and CHEEKY as sunbeam. The next day
he appeared, leaned out of the back win
dow, expectorated on a bald headed
printers pate, tied the cat up by the tail
in the hallway, had four fights with an
other boy, borrowed two dollars from
an occupant of the building, saying his
mother was dead, collected his two days
pay from the cashier, hit the Janitor with
broomstick, pawned coat belonging
to member of the editorial staff,
wrenched the knobs off the doors, upset
the ice-cooler, pied three galleys of
type and mashed his finger in the small
press. On the third day note was re-
ceived saying, My Mother do not want
I to work in such a dull place. She says
I Would make Good preacher, SO Do I.
my finger is Better; gone fshin'. Yours
Till Deth do Yank ! US. - Boston
Courier.