The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-02-06

tile apartment he u~tldaiy SHGcFcus uc
railway committee is a-sittin' there. This
way. please"
.'rhe railway committee echoed Dell
ling. 'Wilat railway committee? You
don't mean that they're actually taking
amy steps about that old idea of a railway
between here and Glassville?''
..Yes co. said the landlord ats
committee OF rich capitalists rs are build
ing factories close to the Falls and they
mean to put ZIP tenement houses all along,
and l:y down line of rails, and-,lon't
say us | mentioned it. doctor. because
only caught snatch here and .here,
when [ was carrying iu4tlse, plates and
setting on the fruits, and nuts, and wine
but it's to go right through old Miles
Grey's cranberry swamp. the new railway
is. And the chairman of the committee
is going to offer Miss Judith five thousand
dollars in good, clean, hard money for her
share in it,
DIR. Dediing started.
81 Five-tlousantl-Clollar - repeated
he, slowly.
Could it be a fact? If so-and there
seemed very little reason for doubling it
what fatal mistake he had made in re-
jrcting Il bride who could bring him the
rich portion OF Il cranberry swamp as her
wedding t:owrr. 1t he had only known
this half an hour-one little halt hour
ago.
Don't fret about him, judith, dear; he
| isn't worth it," urged honest Marmadukc
Redfield. who had stopped on his way to
the poStetfiee to bring message from his
mother. lie was always a pretent:ous
| sort OF fellow, all for outward show.
with a heart like stone and nature as
shallow as Deacon Dolor's brook
Judith looked up at the clumsy. good
hearted. hairl-hantled farmer. and won
tered that she had never before noticed
what true face and what clear, frank
eyes he had.
Forget him. Judith, " pleaded Reflfield;
and she began seriously to think that she
would at least make the trial. .'Come
over to onr house and stay with mother.
Its too bleak and lonesome for yol here
for the present. at least. Spring will be
time enough for you to come back to the
era. berry swamp
Judith Grey looked around at the soli
tary room. AMI thought of Mrs. Re,lfeld's
h;g coSey Kitchen. with its bright-coloreti
rag carpet, itA windows lined with bios
<on,ing geraniums and its srrill-vniced
canary bird hanging over the workable.
I'D" you think" she hesitated, 'that
your mother would be willing to be trou5-
led with such guest as NC: 80
Dnke Rcdfieid's face grew radiant
"Onlv trv her, sail he. Dear jill
dith. you'd be as welcome as flowers in
| May
And the next day Mrs. Redfiel came
| over in the old farm carry-all to claim her
gi,cSt. and the old swamp house was left
to its own dreary desolation and the driv-
ing SHOWS of January.
Scarcely three weeks had elapsed. when
Young DIR. Dctliing came to the Retltieid
farm in his new gig. with the old roam
horse that really made qnite good ap-
pearance Uton yon didn't hurry him. and
the road was to'crably good. anil he was
free from a visitation known as the
'.heaves.''
There amt nobody sick here said
Julius, tie hired man. who was splitting
wood at tie side OF the house rs he eyed
tho Il ctor rather suspicionsly.
mo. know it, said DR.. Delling
''hut I've called to see Miss Grey''
Miss Grey amt uoways ailin'. as
know Of" persisted Julius. feeling the
eflge Of the axe, and still staring hard Mt
the medical representative of Glassvil'e.
II have called. said DIR. Dedling, with
| dignity. t'as friend.''
s'OII.+' sail Julius
''Will you be so kind as to let me in -
| persisted the doctor
s''rain't no use,'' said Julius, rolling
profiigious pine knot down from the pile.
aud preparing himself for stnpendous
| effort; ''thcre aIn't nobody at homc''
Nobody at home - cchoasl the doctor.
They've all gone to church, explained
Julius.
''ro church. man! Why it's Tuesday,,
.'Who sail it wait ?'' retortel Julius.
'''rhey ain't gone TO hear sarvice-they've
gone TO be married.
s'Who - demanded DR. DctllinS.
sour Marmadnke and Miss Judith
And down came the ak upon the end
| of the pine knot with a crash that made
the man of medicine start hack.
Tie new railroad was duly constructed
directly across the boggy depth of old
Miles Grey's cranberry swamp, and the
five thousand dollars was placed to Mrs.
Marmadrke Rcslfieldfs account in the
nearest national bank and Mrs. Pytchley
thinks she male a mistake in taking the
gold en- lies instead of the cranberry swamp
-but young DIR. Dedling thinks his mis-
take was greater still.
.sNo. Algernon, | say that the boy shall
not be brought up on the bottle. Look
ut its grandpa's nose !"
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They have got Newark in New Jersey,
and are waiting for the coming of second