The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1882-06-16

| Slater 10 tho door. only ono small flask
lay broken on tho floor, filing the air
with tho subtle fragrance Of garlic.
THAT won't bo missed" said Lefty.
"Thank fortune, there's no worse mis-
chief done" But the "thank" was
scarcely uttered when her eyes fell upon
tho last jar Of the famous peach marma-
lade, tho secret Of the making OF which
died with grandmamma, and which was
being carefully kept for Aunt Emory
(Aunt Emory was old maid worth thirty
thousand dollars) birthday. There II
stood directly in front Of Baby, with
more than half Of It's thick paper hat
torn of, aud u yawning cavity made In
its precious contents. by little scooping
fingers.
"oh, Baby, why couldn't you have
taken any jar bat that?" asked Lefty,
reproachfully and dramatically.
But Baby evidently haa no excuse 10
offer for not doing 80, for she kept on
grooming to her bottle doll, while hcr
sister hastily fashioned another paper hat
and tied securely over what remained oi
the original covering.
Then said Baby, Rick tiss I-nico
Rickr'
Oh, that was what lao was doing when
she foolishly imagined he was waiting
for her TO come and implore his forgive.
ness-bidding goodbye TO Baby. She
might have known 1t, for he had always
loved Baby dearly.
''Yes, Baby; nice Rick. good Rick,
dear Rick; but for all that, the ring he
| gave mo goes back 10 him tomorrow .uu
leas l hear from him tonight. How
| dare he wish that we had never metz"
1 Hal - l.. a
night; and the next day the little baud oi
| gold waH released from its hiding place
in her thick brown hair, aud too faith.
full messenger placed il in Riek's hands
| as he left his place Of business But,
ahl what silent, sorrowful maiden wan.
dered about the Lounsberry dwelling
thereaiterl What listless. weary voice
repeated the nursery rhymes that Baby
demanded fifty times q day
"No nice mo more" said Baby, miss
ing the merry tones aud tho happy
| laugh.
But Mrs Lounsberry was not at all dis.
pleased with tho turn affairs had taken.
Brougham Brown suited her much bet.
| ter IN prospective son.in-law than Rich
ard Creighton. One was wealthy young
brewer the other poor clerk in n count
house.
Lefty will soon got over it. she said
70 Letty's father, whose heart ached at
the sight his daughters sad face. "a
first-love disappointment il always hard
TO bear fer awhile. I thought should
have died when Stephen Ford married
my cousin, but didn't. lived 10 marry
| you and have Q seal-skin cloak and Mira.
Ford hasn't even jacket"
And SO Brougham Brown, who was
really n manly. generous, good d-hearted
fellow in spite of his beer and wealth,
encouraged by tho maternal head Of the
house, began devoting himself in the
most ardent fashion 10 Lefty; and che,
seeing her mothers pleasure ihereat
and hearing no word from Rick received
his attentions in a passive, unrespOnsive
way.
Three months went by, and il was
| Aunt Emory's birthday, and that cccen-
trio old lady had decided TO divide il
among the family, lunching with one
portion, dining with another, and sup
| ping with third. The lunch party was
given at her sister Letitia's MRS. Louns
berry, and Gome half-a dozen old friends
and some dozen relatives were hidden to
the feast. Lefty, in a sea green gowI
1
pink hyacinths (Rick's favorito spring
fiower) in her hair. went quietly abonl
welcoming the guests. Brougham
Brown following her like shadow, un
til lunch was announced. Then taking
her place ut tho table, the young mar
still near her, she raised the cover from
and dipped spoon into the last jar o.
grandmamma's famous peach marmalad'
she had had it placed before her, trust
ing to be able to hide the mischief bad,
had done,) whom somebody said, ab
dressing her mother: Have you hearl
that Richard Creighton is going abroai
for his health He has given up hi
situation, and sails in day or two. The,
say he has failed fast lately"
And the very next moment Aun
Emory fixed her spectacled eyes upoi
sharply: Whats the matter, child
Do you see anything dreadful in tn
sweets?"
"No, ma'am," answered Lefty, with
pitiful attempt at smile, when the spool
struck something harder than preserves
peaches should be.
LET me help You" said Brougham
and with one turn of his wrist he place,
upon the dainty china shell before her
g wad Of paper.
"And so that is the last Of the cele
brated marmalade, is y" said Aun
Emery. 81 don't want any. prefe
my sweets unmixed with unknown
foreign substances. Take il away Norah.
But Lefty was already slowly nn
rolling the paper lit proved to be tn
missing part of the jars original hat)-,
rather difficult thing to accomplish as i
stuck persistently TO her small fingers
but accomplished it at last, when on
rolled the little gold pig. And on tn
inside of the paper was scrawled, il
Rick's bold hand, these words:
"MY DARLINa,-How foolish we are
mean, am Here Is the charm
Miss Varian had it about ten minute
last night-only long enough to show
to you and tell a story about it. Bah,
will give it to You. Had no paper, so
tore piece off one of your jam pots
Will see You tomorrow evening.
RICK"
Never did any young lady 80 suddenl
break through all the conventional
ties OF society, never did daughter 8
quickly forget the wishes of her mother
never did niece so unfinchingly brav
the displeasure of thirty thousand dol
lar aunt, as did Lefty Lounsberry tn
instant after she had read this note.
"Broughamp she cried. looking O
him with beautiful, beseeehing eyes, g
must see Rick. must-I must. Yo
will go and bring him to me, dear?"
ct was the first time she had eve
called him dear" and, alasl he felt tha