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ALBANY REGISTER. miscellaneous. v.? C. V KSTI.A..K. ('. i). sixthou "WESTLAKE & SIMPSON, , tW Siilwrlliors finding mi X after their mime ntv liitbrnied lliat thelrsubscription entires with Unit mmilier. and they are in viicl 10 renew If. Tenw-Mperahnnm, in advance; six months,!; three iiitnitlin, 1. WHICH Mil,!. KKK MARRY. HY MA HO II. KOLFE. GEXIiElA L COSff5fIftIOX . txii FORWARDING HEECHAUTS ! A LB AX V, OKEOX, Have constantly on linnd 11 large and ri- el 'assortment of Agricultural Machinery. v hlch they offer on the most reasonable tennH. Also, on hand the celebrated Mitchel Wagon, Light and heavy. AdvniircN ramie on Urnlu, Wool, and other anproved merchandise consign- I for sole here, or for shipment, to Port land or san Francisco. GRAIN and WOOL Taken in More, or purchased at the high cut market price. WOOL! WOOL! WOOL! WANTBD ! $00,000 pound of Wool ! for which we will make liheral advances, and pay the highest market price In cash. WESTLAKE NIMTSON. Alltony, Mnrch 1.VS8 HABUWARE, W. H. KUHN&CO., Wholesale and Retail Dealer In N1IKLF AMD HEAVY HARDWARE, Farnif rs' & Mechanics' Tools, HOTUtKHf? HARDWARE, IRON AND STEEL, 4AK mid ELM Hl'BN, HH'HORY OAK SPOKEN, HICKORY AXLES, Hardwood Lumber, Rent Hints, ShulU, Pol en, &., WOOD AND WILLOW WARE, ll of which arc now offered to the nub ile at low rated. As ire make the business a specialty, wn can and will keep better assortment, at lower prices, than any house in tills city. I w. n. KX'HX CO., Montelth fire-proof hrlck, Flrrt street. Albany, June 14, UCM-Uvt Tohn Mvr low I Flurry Castle, the 1 prettiest and the most bewitching girl t in Boroville. a pl.-n-o noted far and ; wide for the heaiity and Intelligence of its hdles. I Florry's father was (he wealthiest merchant in town and John was his clerk. Now. do tiot imagine that I ant going to repent the oft-told story of the penniless youth who loved a princess ; i for if yon do. yon will he disappointed. John was Florry's equal in everything I save in one respect. While she was the most careless, romping, fun-loving young lady in the world she had attained to the mature age of seven j teen lohn was the most diffident I tellow eonceivable. blushinglike a girl ! at everything, always aptoaring. he landed. as Itashftil people are apt to. at the greatest disadvantage whenever he attempted tf put his Itest foot for ' ward, and doubly awkward bethought, I wlicnevtT he essayed to utter more i than the commonest of common-place I expressions to Florry. , Surely lie was not handsome, in the : general acceptation of the term. Tall, angular, almost awkward at times, ' tliere was very little of gracefulness ; alxuit him. it is true, and his great ! sensitiveness led him to think these little disadvantages infinitely more conspicuous titan they really were. But Florrv. overlooking all this and seeing only his blue eyes and wavy brown hair, clustering about a broad, high brow, white as marble pleasant enough things to look upon, surely noting his constrained, diffident man ner when in tier presence, ami ms many odd little attentions to herself and her wishes and discerning his great love for Iter through all. at last began to pity him heartily for his want of confidence in liimself ; and we all know to wliat tender passion pity is akin. Once he heard her express a wish to read a book, the last new novel. It was not for sale In Boroville, and he wrote to the publishers, directing them to mail it to Florry's address. When he came to dinner one day. she sat near a window, turning over the leaves, with the bright sunlight falling in a mellow glow upon hei queenly little head. She looked love lier than ever just then ; and he tried hard to keep hack the flush that man tled his face as lie saw her for the first time in the enjoyment of his anony mous gift. "Oh, .loiin, sne cried, wwi a pleas ant look in her face that did his heart good, "you know how I liave longed to read Cltarlle's Bride,' and now some good fairy lias made me twice glad by sending it to me. I'm sure it must have been Mrs. Chester. Slie's always so thought ful. and she said she'd not forget me. when she returned home." 'I'm very glad you've gt the book, Florry-" he said simply, but in a strange, constrained sort of way that made Iter look up. "Why, .lohn,'' she said, "does any thing trouble vow ?" "No, Florry," with half-averted face. "Why do you ask ?" "Because " "Because what. Florry?" "Nothing." Then changing tlic subject, and with a quick, shy glance tin Into his fa . "Tin, honk is snlpll- sembled hi the widow's parlor one evening, and Mr. Dueey was the sub ject of their conversation. "Yes. Mr. Dueey Is a very desirable gentleman." said' the widow. "We mnst welcome him to our circle. He is handsome, witty and accomplished. and of course he s rich; hit t that don't matter so much, you know. We met him al Newport three ream ago poor, dear Harry ami I." And she gave her hitudkeivhief a very uncer tain twirl, (hat left the shadow of a doubt hi the minds of some of her listeners whether it was intended as an evidence of her liicoutrollahle sorrow, at the remembrance of her "poor, dear Harry," or to attract the atten tion of Tom Laey. who was flirting outrageously with 'Mabel Townley, at the further side of the room. And so (Jasper Dueey hail a passport to the society of Boroville. and was received with open arms. "How do you like him Florry?" John Myers asked one afternoon, as Mr. Dueey whirled past the window hi a hiisliet phaeton, nodding grace fully to Florry. and then turning to make some witty remark to Mrs. Digby. who occupied tlie seat at his side. The widow laughed, showing every one of her white front teeth to the fullest extent of propriety. She was exultant ami Iter fiice showed It; and John and Florry and Mr. Dueey saw it ; and John and Florry smiled, and so did Mr. Dueey in quiet I high Join 5f M mm a Itth ffif g u:Jii feted w s Is mm THE CINCINSATI DAILY KVKXISW OTAR has f ho largest ciwutatlon by ovor .1,000 of wny afternoon paper la the state of Ohio. iLAHK DBBD8, RORTOAOKS. KTC., on hand -latest annes -mm ror saw , at alia office. iw un into his lace : "'1 he book is splen did, John. 1 coukl bless the one who cave it!" Then obdurately : "Mrs. Cltester is very kind." Mrs. Chester still. John turned away. Aiidso matters went on for a full month, and then Casper Dueey came to Boroville. astonishing all with his handsome face and attire, his lavish expenditure of money, his fast horses, his fast driving and his fast life alto gether. He was a thorough man of the world, dashing, brilliant, fascinat ing ; and. as far as external appear ances went, wealthy; and external appearances go a great ways in such a place as Boroville. Mrs. Dlgby approved of Casper Dueey. Mrs." Digby was an oracle in Boroville. She was a handsome wo man of five an twenty, a lively young widow, whose secotHl mourning be came her clinrmiiigly. and who, some people said but some people are not to lie relied on to any great extent, you know would not" be particularly averse to trying the iitaritial yoke again, so lightly had she borne it. with a suitable partner, of course. In company with Iter late husband, the widow had spent several seasons at the various places of summer resort, be sides passing a winter at toe capital ; and she was considered infallible au thority on all matters relating to so ciety at large. She wis pretty, Intel ligent, dressed lu excellent taste, and was believed to have a snug little for tune all her own. So, you see, she was a very nice little bit of femininity as the world would say. Quite a little company oft eltUof the village as- gentlemanly sort of way. "on. i iiKe mm said 1' lorry, in reply to .loiin s que tlou. "Ho spent last evening here, and he's going to take me out In the morning for a ride to the lake with that splendid turnout of his. How delightful!" "Which?"' almost savagely "DiH.vy or his horses ?" "Both, to be sure ;" then saucily. "What a stupid yo are, .fohn. I meant the ride." Florry rode with Casper Dueey the next morning and many mornings thereafter; and John Myers and the widow grew jealous. Dueey became Florry's constant attendant, accom panying her to concerts and parties, and Liking her for boat rides on the lake and long drives over the pleasant country roads. They wanted togetner, sung together, danced together. In short, it came to he a notable fact that Florry Castle and Mr. Dueey were very deeply in love with each other, or were flirting beyond all propriety. He brought her flowers and music, and read poetry to her In his rich, clear voice by ami by he made love to her In the same voice. To say that Florry was not charmed with her brilliant cavalier Mould be in direct opposition to the facts of the case. All thoughts of poor John Myers were, for the time being, vanished from her mind. She had no time now for odd little clmtn with him, as of old per iapts the inclination was wanting also. John became des)erate, and resolved one evening to tell her all. He could no longer stand silently by ami see matters go on as they had been going for a few weeks past. He found her alone in the parlor. "Florry!" half fearfully. "Why, John !" with a little start of surprise. "You liave been so shy of me of late. So you liave not forgotten me quite?" "Forgotten you, Florry !" There was a world of reproach lit his earnest voice. "I shall never forget yo l. I 1 hope not, Joint," she 'interrup ted. Maybe slie appreltended what lie might liave said. (l have something to tell you, John. To-day I promised to marry Caspar Dueey." She was cruel, and :he knew it. It is best so, she thought, he must know it some time. "And you love him Florry ?'' after a long pause. "Yes" without looking tin. "Better better than you could ever love me? 'I I think so, John." Ills face was pallid, and his voice trembled as he said ; "Then 4od bless you, Florry, and make you happy. I wish you all joy and peace, now and hereafter I" Never till this moment had she com prehended the full depth of John Myers' love. How noblv self-sacrifle-lug he was this man who could ihtis give his heart's idol up to an another, because he thought she would be liap- ,.u ivi.... : u pier wtui nun. twntia worm oi an guish those few words cost him none could comprehend but himself and another tne that reads all our hearts. How she pitied him as site thanked him for his kind wishes. He toiled patiently on at the old, monotonous drudgery In the counting room, striving to crush bis wild, una vailing love, to drown it amid the ceaseless cares of business. The widow Digby, tired of Iter futile fishing for the "great catch," as she mentally styled Dtieey, put a fresh bait on Iter hook, and cast her line for Tom Lacy ; and as t lie latter gentle man's heart Itad long since become enslaved by her pretty Drown eyes, he was a comparatively easy victim. Then the widow exulted over little Mabel Townlay, who did not care a straw for Lacy, and was satisfied in the proud consciousness that she bad a lover at any rate. After awhile, the Borovilhans ar ranged to have a grand picnic In Crimp's grove, a mile out of town. Of course all that is, all who belong ed to the "circle," were expected to attend. "The Qulmbys, the Brodailes, the Thomases, Mr. Dueey tual Florry and Tom Lacy, besides Dr. Grantoii and his cousin Miss Litis, and ever so many more, are going." said the widow, "and we sTiitl) have such a splendid time." "Of course yon will go John," said Florry. "Oh, Florry, I cannot." "Why?" "Because because" hesitatingly, "I have business of importance to at I tend to at the store." "Oh, but you must go. John," per ' simsively. "It will be the last picnic I of the season, and and you know I am going away soon. Caspar Insists on my naming an early day for our marriage, and you must go just this once for my sake; and yon need re creation yon arc working too hard. And so he promised to drive over to the grove about the middle of the after noon -In time to partake of the re freshments and come home with the rest," he said. Why Florry insisted on his going, she scarcely knew. Maybe she thought he was working himself to death, for he had been look ing unusually pale and thiii, of late. At last the all Important day came, as most days do. and an eventful day It w:ts, to three at least. Just after dinner the picnic party took up their line of march to the grove, looking not unlike a bnttnllioit of hotel wai ters, laden as they were with plates and platters, cakes ami biscuits, and all the other things that go to make up the delicious array that we see spread out on a picnic table, to please the eye and tempt the palate. Florry waited a long time for Mr, Dueey. He came at last very late, offering no excuse for his want of punctuality, ami acting, site thought, very strangely altogetlter. He seemed In unusually good spirits that day, however, and all unpleasant thoughts were banlslted from her mind long Tiefore they came in sight of the grove, with Its gay banners nattering merrily from the wide spreading boughs, and the jolly party gathered in happy groups here and there, or wandering in couples through the shady labyrinths that extended on every side, showing transient views, through the swaying foliage, of the green Thills beyond. By and by, John Myers came, look ing (lushed and heated ; but whatever was passing in his mind, he maintain ed an outward calm. "I'm so glad you've come!" said Florry. "We're enjoying ourselves finely." Just then word came that the re freshments went ready. "There's Mab Townley over there, John, and site looks lonely. Go and wait on her to the table,"and the little witch fluttered off, leaving him no al ternative but to obey. The company were just taking their places at the refreshment stands, and Florry stood quite still, looking anx iously around for her escort, who had not yet returned. Five minutes more slipped by, and still he did not come. She felt grieved and mortified. He had never been so neglectful of her before. What could lie the matter. "Where Is Mr. Dueey ?" some one asked., His protracted absence was now for the first time generally noticed. "Yes, wltere is lie ?" from a chorus of voices. "What have you done with yotir cavalier, Florry?" Mabel Townley broke in. "Yon must learn to take better care of him In the future." "He is old enough to take care of himself," said Florry lightly, yet with a red flush on either cheek. "Very true," whispered Mrs. Digbv confidentially to Tom Lacy. "He's Ave and thirty, If he's a day. To think of such a chit of a girl as Florry Castle marrying a man old enough to be Iter father the very Idea?" Mr. Laey. as in duty bound, agreed with everything the enchantress said. "We must find hltn," said some body. "He may have met with an accident." A ml a dozen of the nartv hastened off In various directions through the grove in search of Casper Dueey. One of the girls found him out at last, as a little scream attested, and they were all around him in a moment. He was lying prostrate on the ground, just within the shelter of a little thicket not for away, with his eyes closed ami his face looking swol len and purple. "Wliat is the matter?" "Is he dead?" "He's in a fit!" Three or four of the girls screamed! in a breath ; tne gentlemen looked at him bard then at each other, bnt said nothing. Dr. Granton glanced at"the red, bloated face, then ruefully at Florry. "Speak !" site cried, with pale lips. "Is he dead?" Florry. the Dr. replied kindly, "it is best to use plain language. Mr. Dueey is drunk ! ' She was silent a moment, standing motionless as a marble, staring into vacancy, like one lit a dream. Then the pallor In her thee gave place to a hot, angry flush, and her black eyes flatbed as she said: "And this is true ?" There was no denial, ami she went on : "Then he Is dead to me. I never wish to look up on his face again. I want him to know how utterly scorn him after what has happened. Give me a pen cil and a bit of paper, John. I will write a few lines for him to read when he comes out of his stupor ; then I wish you would take me liome. She' had finished in a moment. "You slmll all liear It," she said bravely. "It is not a love letter !" And' she stood np In the midst of the excited throng, whoso eyes were all fixed eagerly on herresohite little face, and read wliat she Imd written: ".Mr. Ditev titan wl dutest wm iriutt In ,w you ayuin .' Florence Castlk." It was very brief, very concise; but it answered Florry's purpose It was to the point. Site bent over ami drew something from the breast-pocket of his coat. It was a small flask. Then she rolled the paper up and thrust it through a dainty little ring, which she ltad slipped from her finger. Next she drew the stopper, and after empty ing the contents upon the grass, re placed it with the roll of paper. Then she put the flask back wiicrc she had found it. "He will discover It there soonest," she said simply. "Come, John, we will go now." the grove was deserted in a rew minutes, end Casper Dueey, In his drunken slumber was its sole occu pant. Tliey never salv bim again. His reign was over. One of the places that knew him once knew him no more, and that place was Boroville. What John ami Florry said that af ternoon, as they rode home, we will not attempt to conjecture, but certain it Ls that Mr. Castle gave his sanction to their betrothal that very night. And so John won Florry after all. Shoeing Horses. It ls almost Im possible to get a horse shod without having the frogs cut away, All vet erinary surgeons, all horse men, all leading blacksmiths agree that the frogs should not be pared one particle not even trimmed. No matter how soft and pliable the frog Is, cut it away smooth on all sides, ami in two days it will be dry and hard as a chip. You might as well cut off all leaves of trees and expect them to flourish as to pare away the frog and have a healthy foot The rough spongy part of the frog Is to the foot what leaves are to the trees the mngs. Never have a red hot shoe put upon the foot to bum it level. If you can find a blacksmith that is mechanic enough to level the foot without red-hot Iron, employ him. The burning process deadens the hoof and tends to contract It If you do not think so, try the red-hot poker on your finger-nail, and see how it will effect the growth of that. There are many other important point in shoeing horses, bnt these two are of more importance than all the rest level to the apprehension of men not skilled in horses, and the two most re garded. It takes eleven pounds of milk to add one pound of live weight to a calf; and an ox that weighs one thou sand three hundred pounds will con sume twenty-two pounds of hay in twenty-four hours to keep from losing weight. If he Is to fatten, be must hive just twice that quantity, when he will gain two pounds a day. This is one pound live weight for eleven pounds of good hay. To obtain fifty cents a hundred for his hay; a former must sell fat steers at five dollars and fifty cents per hundred pounds. Anecdote of Henry cut. It Is known that Mr. Clay was remarkable for his recollection of faces. A curious incident of this wonderful power ls told of his visit to Jackson, Miss., in the year 18 . On his way the cars stopped at Clinton for a tew moments, when an eccentric but strong-minded old man made his way np to mm, ex claiming, as he did so, ''Don't intro duce me, for I want to see If Mr. Clay wil know me." "Where did I know you!" said Mr Clay. "In Kentucky." answered the keen sighted, but one-eyed old man. Mr. Clay struck' his long, bony fin ger upon his forehead, as if In deep thought. "Have you lost that eye since I saw you. or had yon lost It before ?" Inquired Mr. Clay. "Since," said the man. "Then turn the sound side of your face to me, that I may get your pro file." Mr. Clay paused for a moment, his thoughts running back many years. "I liave It!" said he. "Did yon not give me a verdict as juror, at Frank fort, Ky., in the great cage of the United States versus innls, twenty-one years ago?" "IdkT! Idhl!" said the overjoyed old man. "And is not your name," said Mr. Clay Hardwlcke?'' "It is, it Is," replied Dr. Hardwicke, bursting Into tears. "Did I not tell yoth"hesaldtohiilTfeiia1, "thac he knew me. though I have not seen him from that time to this? GfMt i never forget fooe."-.BM and Bar, by Is; J. BMo: