LPFUber VOLUME V. ALBANY, OREGON. MAY 2, 1873. NO. 35. THREE. "Eve!" We three looted up. She had come into the drawing room, a star of silver on her forehead, her gray silken robe trailing behind Iter like the surf ot the sea. "Eve!" The voice called again through the hall. "But I came for Daisy." The little child, hiding in the fold of the loug red curtain, shook his carls, ami betrayed himself by a laugh. She drew him out with one milky hand; glimmering with pearls. "Naughty pet!" She lifted him in her arms, and bore him away Wolte and I turned to Miss Blair. "Who was that, Mattie?" "Mrs. Kve Araberly, Isn't she beautiful?" "A queen!" cried Rolfe. "A vision!" I replied. "A lady!" said Malcolm, gently. Poor Malcolm! lie was more delicately made than his brothers No doubt, we tried him sorely at times Mattie Blair petted him; but Mattie was one of those pecu liar people, adapted to the whole universe, who can please everybody. She turned to him now, her good lace, sadly pitted with small-pox, lighted by a sweet smile. "Yes, she is a lady, .Malcolm. She isgeiitle and serene and pure as that lake fonder. She is a widow, stay ing here at the Grove House for the season, with her brother and little child." I did not speak, but I was con scious of feeling supremely blessed for the information. We stro led out into the grounds. "It's pleasant here, Uolfe." "Very." "Supitose we stay here for a few weeks, instead of going further?' "Agreed, if Malcolm is willing." "Malcolm, will you stay?" "I have no objections, if we can get a mail every day." Ma'colm must always be where be could hear from our invalid mother daily. But, then, he was her boy. As we turned toward the house, wo saw Mrs. Amlterley standing on the piazza, her little child ou her shoulder catching at the white but terflies in the air. I don't know how my brothers made her acquaintance. I was in troduced to her at the Spring I louse where she, was vainly and laughing y trying to make Daisy drink a glass of the mineral water, the taste of which he did not like, lie was less than two years, old, and at last cried in real baby fashion. "Come to uncle, foy!" said a stout gray-haired gentleman, and the child ran to his arms. "Spoiled little elf," laughed Eve, throwing the water among the grass. "If any person wants an utterly ruined child, 1 have one to give away." She walked with me up the path to the house, her dusky hair in a silken snood, her face reminding me ot an exquisitely cut cameo, her smile unlike anything that ever brightened stone. And I? Well I had loved her from the tirst moment I saw her. We staid at Grovelands for a month. It was a retired place, in New York State. I have never seen it since that Summer. Never before to me were there such excursions. Trips on the river, ascents ot mountains, and long drives; hunts, on foot, for azaleas, fern, and finally, for the scarlet cardinal flower. For silver-voiced, lightfooted, fair and serene Eve Amberley was always one of us. She nevertewned to know that aba was. admired. Indeed, bow could she? The boldest of her ado rers never dared pay her a comph men'. There was something in the calm sincerity of her manner that forbid. No longer a timid girl, self poised, unselfish, kind, she was cordial and friendly in her manner, that was all. In us, the men of her acquaintance, she commanded a steady high courtesy, that hid a secret enthusiasm. On the day that we searched on the banks of the river for the cardinal-flower, I realized that our six weeks of vacation were approaching an end that these days of happi ness were drawing to a close. With a pang, I turned to look for Eve. She was walking close to the water, and Robe was carrying her basket, tilled with scarlet blossoms. The sunset struck the swart bloom of Bolfe's man'y face, and I realized with a sharp sting of annoyance, that my brother was very handsome, lie was my twin; but we were un like, I having blue eyes, and a blonde beard. "Will he dare?" I asked myself. When Holfe joined me at the ho tel, after we had returned, tor the tirst time in my life I spoke to him coldly. The balmy September days, how painfully fast they were passing! .Malcolm said that I appeared un like myself! My fine-toned artist brother, he seemed the only happy one of the three, for Holfe grew rough under my inikindness. I envied Malcolm his composure and unrutHed re serve of manner. I who felt myself brutal, while I accused Kobe of be ing a bear. We had a amateur concert one evening, during which she sang divinely. The tine, sweet strains of the music tortured me 1 had never and have never since, heard any so sweet ps one song that she sang with Malcolm : "I have placet! n (roMen Kins upon Hip hand Of the sweetest little Laxly in the landt" "WImmv the royal rows Scent the sunny air, I shall gather while ones For my darling's lialr !" Hasten, happy roses - Come to mchy May; In your folded nctals "tiles my wedding-day I" That was the last song she joined in. She rose from the piano, with a flush upon her check, and, I thought avoided my eye. The day of our departure came. After a sleepless night I spoke to Uolfe. "Why should we hate each other for nothing? Let us have some cause. Eve Amberley has gone into the arbor on the lawn with a book. I will lie rational. Go you first and ask your fate. If she prefers you, she would not accept me if I asked her first." With a quick breath, hi rose up and fo'lowed my bidding It was torture to see him gq. I walked the piazza. The path that led to the arlwr was lined with tall gladiolus, in pinkriMwer. Ire member trying to think how tine the show was, and of other indiffer ent things, just to keep from quite losing my mind. Uolfe was gone but briefly. He appeared came up to me. "It is your turn,'' he said, with a bitter laugh, and passed into the house, j I tiifned, and went across the lawn, as if walking on air. Was it to be? Eve, would she accept me? She sat in a rustic chair, the bland sunshine falling upon her dun hair, her ha'ids folded, and lying upon the book open on her lap. But her eyes, bright as the famed Eastern star, were looking far away across the lawns, with a troubled expres sion. I sat down before her, and told my story. She waited to still her troubled breathing before she replied. Then she spoke briefly, as seemed to be her mind, tor she was very pale Her gentle answer fell like thunder on my ear. She was engaged to my brother Malcolm. Ah, well, we outlive our sorest disappointments. Malcolm married Eve Amber'ey the next May. I hail gone abroad. By and by, I learned that Uolfe had wedded Mattie Blair. Let me see that was twenty years ago. I have never married. A Whisky Swkat. A western paper furnishes the following, which is about the best told story of the i season : it aiiears that Sergeant Samulc Eifield has been troubled with a fearful cold, which settled on his lungs, and his friends held a consultation, and decided to give the gallant sergeant an old fashioned sweat. He was wrapped in a blanket, and placed upon a cane-seat chair, and about a pint ot whisky put under the chair, and a match touched to the whisky. It is evident that too much confidence had been placed in the tact that Madison whisky was never before known to bum ; but singular as it may seem, this particular whisky did burn, and Mr. Fitield, with his well-known astuteness, discovered the fact as soon as anylxx'y. Without stop ping to argue with his friends as to the singular phenomenon, Mr. Fitield arose as one man, and with his hand on his heart, thanked the audience for the warm and genial manner in which he bad been received, kicked the chair over and jumped up. He jumped well, it is said that if the soiling had been higher he would have ineVewed his leap at least eight feet. On his return to earth, elocutionary pow ers were brought into requisition, and he made a speech that for blis tering sarcasm and burning pathos has never had its equal in the annals of legislative experience. Dr. Wal oot was telegraplied for from Mil waukee, and came by special train, but gave it as his opinion that am putation would not be necessary. The fiarty with whom' Fitield boards, the telegraph informs us, has raised the price of Sam's board three dollars a week, because it is necessary to set table for him ou the mantel-piece. As Intelligent Parrot. The natural history editor of the Lexing ton, Ky., Press tells this: "A lady residing in a city not a hun dred miles from Lexington is the possessor ot two pets a monkey and a parrot who are by no means congenial friends ; in fact, Mrs. 0. was in the habit of locking up the monkey whenever she left the house, for fear of his belligerent qualities. One evening, alas! she neglected to do so, and the monkey coming in found the parrot ready tor a right, and a very desperate one ensued. The monkey ruthlessly pulled out every feather ot the un fortunate parrot, and broke up the mantel ornaments, and smashed things generally. When Mrs. G. returned she found the monkey chattering on the mantelpiece, and out crept the parrot, loking deeply injured, and greeted her with, 'We have had a hell of a time.' The ap propriateness of the remark caused shouts of laughter." Thk Wabm Ground. "She died," said Polly, "and raver was seen again, for she was buried in the ground." "The cold ground," said the child, shuddering. "No, the warm ground," said Poll ; "where the ugly little seeds are turned into beautiful flowers, and where good people turn into angels and fly away to Heaven." Anecdote of Pope. Alexan der Pope once received a sharp re joinder, whereby a pointed hit was made at his diminutive and ill shaped figure. The poet was one night at Bur ton's Coftet -house, where himself and Swift aud Arbnthnot, with sev eral other scholars, were poring over a manuscript copy of the Greek Aristophanes, At length they came across a sentence which they could not comprehend, and as in their preplexity they talked rath er loudly they attracted the atten tion of a young officer who chanced to be in another part of the room. He approached aud lagged leave to look at the passage. "Oh, by all means," said Pope, sarcastically. "Let the young gentleman look at it. We shall have light directly." The young officer took the manu script volume, and after a little st'idy and consideration his counte nance brightened. "It is but a slight omission on the part of the scribe," he said. "It only wants a note ot interrogation at this point to make the whole intelligible " Pope saw in an instant that the officer was right; but the thought of being outdone in Greek transla tion by a mere youth, and red-coat, piqued him, aud with a sharp, bit ter twang, he cried out: "And pray, young sir, what is a note of interrogation?" "A note of interrogation," an swered the officer, surveying the wizened, hunch-backed poet from head to toot with a contemptuous look, "is a little crooked thing that asks questions!" The Famous Fighting Editor of Paris. An English journal says: "Those who were at Chisel hnrst on the occasion ot the lying in state of the Emperor Napoleon must have noticed a very tall broad-shouldered man, who, in even ing dress, with a fur cape over his shoulders, was unceasingly smoking cigarettes. This was M. Paul de Cassagnac, the celebrated fighting editor ot the Pays, who has slain eighteen men by his small-sword practice in duels, and who was one of the most vigorous supporters, by pen and sword, of the Bonaparte regime, lie is now suffering slight ly from rheumatism, but when his tit is over he has to undergo a duel with M. Mane, the fighting editor of the Gaulois, also an expert swordsman and duelist. Annexed is the report of the sur geon accompanying the Modoc expe dition, on the wounds of the Peace Commissioners, received at the hands of the Modocs in the late massacre: General Canby A gun-shot wound ot the left parietal bone ot the face, tearing the skull and pene trating the brain. A gun-shot wound in the face, entering about the inner comer of the left eye. An incised wound of the neck, un der the right ear, at about the angle ot the jaw. The lower maxillary bone was also fractured. Meacham's Wounds A lacerated wound of the forehead and uosc, fracturing the nasal bone A gun shot wound of the left index finger,, fracturing the bone. A gun-shot wound of the right forearm. A gun shot wound of the right ear. An incised wound of the scalp, extend ing tor six inches on the left side of the head; the result ot an attempt to scalp him. Dr. Tomas' Wounds A gun-shot wound, entering the right side of the chest, about half-way down the nipple ahd breast bone. A gun shot wound ifl the backside of the head, at the right, coming out at the left side of the head above the temple, fracturing the skull terribly. The book of job -Oaken Ames memorandum book. Do You Think it Pair.-I know a young man, a noble fellow, who carries on a successful manufac ture g business. Although possess ed of an abundant competence, he devotes himself with untiring assid uity to the interests of his factory ten hours every day. His eyes and hands are everywhere Halt a year ago he married a beau tiful, accomplished girl, who is said to speak four of the continental languages with the fluency of na tives, while she touches the keys with infinite skill. Four months ago they began housekeeping. A week since they gave it up in utter disgust. Three servants figured conspicuously i- their griefs. The coffee was exe crable, the steak abominable, the cruet-stand and silver not fit to be seen, and the whole house in con fusion. The husband bore it as long as pride and patience could endure, and then sacrificing everything at auction, returned to boarding, re solved never to suffer the miseries of housekeeping again. I was nev er more indignant than when I heard of it. If that beautiful bride had learned one less language, and devoted the year to the myste ries of housekeeping, she might have made my friend's home a paradise. Suppose her husband's management of his business had been like her management of the house, what wo.dd have become of them ? I dout't think the match a fair one. Ou one side it was a cheat. A young lady of the same ornamen tal class, in discussing the case ex claimed. "She did not agree in the marriage contract to play the part of a household brudge F Did the husband agree to play the part of a factory drudge. An Old Woman Puzzlkd. A customer entered a store one day aud said. "Old woman, what do you ask for herring?" "Three cents apiece," said the old lady. "1 will take one," said the cus tomer; and the aged vender pro ceeded to do it up. "What do you ask for beer?" said the customer, as the parcel was handed him. "Three cents a glass," said she "On the whole," said he, "I'll take a glass of beer instead of her ring." So he took the beer and started to go. "Beg your pardon," said the old lady, "but you haven't paid for the beer." "Paid for it! Of course not. Didn't I give you back tlie herring tor it?" "Well, but," persisted the old lady, "you didn't pay for the her ring." "Pay for the herring! Of course I did not! I didn't take it, did I?" "Well," said the old woman after a pause, in which she strove in vain to master the mathematics of it, "I presume, you'er correct, but I wish you wouldn't trade here any more." Laying on op Hands. The Postmistress at Villa Hidge, Illi nois, has resigned in order to get married. In her letter of resigna tion that she sent to the Postmaster General she remarked that she would rather have one man where she could lay her hands ou him when she wanted him, than to be handling mail bags irregularly on a small salary, and getting sworn at by people who expected letters thai never came. . . A Chicago Times editor has dis covered that Victoria Woedhull has feet ot enormous size. As it is not stated how the circumstance came to his knowledge the infer ence is that Victoria tanned that fellow with her brogans.