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About The Albany register. (Albany, Or.) 1868-18?? | View Entire Issue (June 13, 1874)
The wide river blazed will) sun
set light, the air was full of the
scent of magnolias. There was no
sight that was not beautiful, no
sound that was not sweet, at Vue
A pink glow fell over Emma
llaughton's figure, as she stood on
the window lawn among the cape
myrtles, all in a pink flower, the
hem of her white dress sweeping
Nothing could have been more
exquisite than the pure curves of
her face, nothing more perfect than
the infanti e gold of her clustering
hair. And her lieauty suited the
delicacy and sweetness of her spirit.
She was waiting for her husband.
You wou'd not haw thought that
she had a husband, she was so very
young, so girlish, so flower-like.
But she had 1-een Guy Houghton's
wife for six months, and he was
yonng wud handsome and happy' as
she. But she had always lived in
seclusion at Vue d'Liere. It had
been her patrimony,
Guy I laugl.iou, who had moved
in the great world for the-and-twenty
years, knew more of its evil
than she had ever dreamed.
As she stood there under the rosy
branches of the cflpe-myrt'es, a great
dog, with a curly chestnut coat,
suddenly bunded out of the shrub
bery, lie paused at sight of her,
paused with one toot uplifted, eying
Then a young man, in his shirt
sleeves, e;i me out of lf shadows of
"Lon," sa d Mrs.. Haughtou,
"whose dbg Is this?"'
" Mine," replied Lon Mackenzie,
" He is very handsome. I did
not know you had a dog, Lon."
The gardener a xlark, wiry,
handsome fellow smiled.
" I went in town yesterday with
Mr. Haughtou, to get an order for
some young trees. Gentleman go
ing away on the Liverpool steamer
ottered him to Mr. Haughton he
gave him to me. I call him Mori
day,'for the day I got him, you see "
Mis. Haughton smiled, indul
gently. ' I'm' very glad you have him,
Ion. It's lonely sometimes on the
sands", isn't it ?"
UjW crushed lis straff hat un
easily. es," he answered.
..UOW are., your
" About th same."
i"'Jfjey are very old and infirm.
YcnJ jfB'h good son, Lou."
HLou"smiieil his 3ark, brilliant
finrMflho dog fawned ou him,
standing half wav to his shoulder.
"ills float is fine and chesnut
colotef1,'lifco the, beautilnl hair of a
ladv'jaid Mrs. flaughton.
X buggy whirled up the drive.
jjry 'Haughton had arrived;
what laght, his young wife
drsamiiig innocent droams, Guy
I iMgiAuit was arrested for forgery.
The sUi'ii arm of the law drew him
trojfl ()he delights of his home to the
cell of prison.
ft 'Was a direful day. Xo light
eoldbeeeiio lift the1 nail of dark
ness., '; "
Shock had been presented at
oijg bf the principal banks of the
cityfaigued by a nariie which proved
tobi falsely rendered. It had been
received 'from Mr. Haughtou' gar
defier, Lon Mackenzie, nd Lon", ou
being' searched fur, was discovered
lu the, night, but a jfw hours
pre$oi to the arrest Of Mt.
Haughton, he had left bis home, a
cottage on tie sandy banks of the
But no one believed that the
young gardener was guilty. The
trick was too bold, of too great
magnitude, for the work of an un
educated man. He had brenatool
of others--"! that sharp, brilliant
master of his, they said. A nd with
part of the notes found in Mr.
llaughton's 'office -desk, who could
doubt it ?
(July, Lon had (Uncovered his
dapger, and run away.
So the community said. Flint
the detective, knew better, lie
came and stationed himself on the
outskirts of the city, and did a little
trading between the freedmen who
had " truck patches" and the ship
pers of Southern fruits to the North
By-and-by he found a beautiful
quadroon girl cultivating strawber
l ies. She spoke sweetly she could
read and write. -"
l-'liut managed to see her every
day for three weeks.
She had told him that her name
was Rosy. She and her mother
owned the cabin and the strawberry
patch. She was industrious, mod
est, resjiected, yet she looked sadder
than most of her class.
Professionally, she was an 'object
of great interest to Detective Flint.
He watched her face, he listened to
the tones of her voice, to her very
breathing, when he questioned her.
She talked with him in a simple,
niodcst, fashion. She showed little
interest in the trouble at Vuo
d'Liere, even though she had occa
sionally 6old straw berries to Mrs.
Haughton. She had seen the miss
ing gardener, Lon Mackenzie, once
or twice, she said.
She always went on with her
work steadily during these conver
sations. Flint knew that a Southern girl,
either black or white, seldom does
that seldom of never chats and
His watch of Rosy grew more
He went to the cabin one day,
making an excuse of wanting wash
ing done by Rosy's mother.
Rosy came to the door. She
wore a white bluse, a red ribbon at
the throat, and a skirt of dark
As she stood in the doorway,
shading her black-lashed eyes with
her slim hand, the sun fell full upon
her dress. '
I suppose now yoU! have to
keep a dog to prevent die niggers
from stealing your strawberries? "
said Flint. j
" No," she answered, quietly,
" we keep no dog."
" Don't like them, perhaps? "
" Some "dogs,', replied Royse,
looking sadderthati 'before
" What colored dog, now?"
persisted Flint, in a careless maimer,
as he lit his pipe.
A faint crimson stained her creamy
" I think brown dogs are pertti
est," she .said, thoughtfully
" brown and curly."
At midnight all was still about
the humble cabin."
The salt tide swelled up the river.
The white sailed boats flitted noise
The trumpet vine stirred in the
breeze on the old -sea wall. The
hushes stood iu dark clumps bn the
ruder these bushes a man lay
At a slight sound he turned the
fire from his pipe down among the
A dog came running down the
shore, lie leaped up the bank,
sprang past him, and scratched at
Rosy's cabin door. -
He was instantly admitted.
Half an hour and he was noise-
hessly let out A small basket was
ALB ANTJ OREGON, JUNE 13,
hung About hit neck. He trotted
down the shore, . .
Flint crawled out from under the
bushes, and followed the dog.
It whs Mohriay !
Faithful, sagacious Monday ! he
was licking the hand of his master,
hidden in a deserted fig-thicket,
when they came upon him strong
officers of the law, against whom
Detective Ejint bad been joined
by t wo otfeer men.
Lon Mackenzie wa drawn' from
his retreat, and conducted to prison.
There he confessed to the forgery,
lie was singularly gifted with the
power of imitating penmanship,
lie had implicated aff. Haughton
by placing the btfld hi his desk.
lie had coveted the money to
enable him to marry. Rosy, be said.
Bosy and Monday, had fed him
for nearly a month.'
He had made1 his confession,
clearing Guy Haughton, and then
--liberty is sweetl Love laughs at
prison bars Monday came into the
prison with a tiny file hidden ill his
brown, curly coatv
The prisoner was missing next
morning, and Rosy and Monday
were missing too.
And this time Detective Flint
" How did you find the clue be
fore ? " he was asked.
" I saw the dog's hair on the
girl's dress. A peculiar color. I
knew be. had been tamtrng on her.
But the fellow is off this time lor
good and all. Gone over the
So spoke DetectiVe Flint, out of
his knowledge of the guild.
Prim Her' ftevtl.
BY J. B. O. HBRB.
" Devil ' is the term, applied to
the boy who does the drudgery
work of a printing office, , and , is
not of recent origin j for in former
years it was commonly used, but of
late its use has, become less frequent,
owing to the number of boys em
ployed. On newspapers, the boy
who waits on the editor for copy is
generally termed the devil' 'Tii
some offices each new apprentice in
turn, during the earlier period of
his service, acts as " devil."
Various accounts have been given
of the' origin Of this phrase, all of
which seem to Have an equal foun
dation. I Ooe is to the effect that
the early priutcr, "being supposed by
superstitious persons to produce
copies of manuscript with marvelous
rapidity by the aid of the black art,
the Devil was deemed lus natural
assistant, and. this word was on
this account, applied to printers'
apprentices. Another story is that
the term originated with Aldus
Maiiutius, who, when he com
menced the printing business in
Venice, had in his employ, or rather
in his possession, a small negro boy,
who became known over the city as
the " little black devil," a super
stition having been circulated that
Aldus was invoking the aid of the
black art, and thai the little negro
was the embodiment of Satan.
Aldus, to correct this opinion, which
was giving him much annoyance,
publioly exhibited his negro, mak
ing, at the same time the following
characteristic speech : " Be it known
to Venice that I, Aldus Manutius,
priuter to the Holy Church and
blood may come and pinch him."
jjoge, nave wis uay raauc puonc
exposure of they inter's devil. All
those who think lie is not flesh and
The following, although it does
not have such universal approval
as the others, is nevertheless claimed
as the origin of the phrase. In the
year 1561, a book was published
entitled "The Anatomy of the
Mass." It had only one hundred
and seventy-two pages, but the
author, a pious monk, was obliged
to add fifteen more pajjes to correct
the blunders, so very inaccurate
were the works of printers at that
time. These mistakes he attributed
to the special instigation of the
')evil to defeat the work.
But ifthe simplest story is always
the most correct, this, the last one,
must surely carry off' the palm;
The first eirand boy employed by
William Caxton, the first printer
in Eng'and, was the son ofagcntle
man of French descent named De
Ville, or Deville, and the word
devil, as applied to printers' appren
ticcs, in the English language, had
this innocent origin. But from
whatever source this word origi
nated, we believe that ir one class
has ever done more honor to a word
of such i. , significance as the Print
ers Devils have to the term that is
applied to them, for surely
From the prison
Of the printer's den."
These are some of "John's" sto
ries in the New York Sun :
Eccentricity, stewed down, turn
ed over twice, and done brown ou
the edges, abounds in California.
For instance, I saw ft fellow with
an awful gun, aud i interrogated
him what his gun had such a huge
bore for, and he replied "it wad to
carry bis dog in, so the game
wouldn't see him." A temperance
man out here disinherited bis
daughter because she married a
man of the name of Todd ; he was
bouud bis money shouldn't be nsed
for her little Todds. I met a warm
friend of mine. 1 call him a warm
friend of mine because his name is
Says I, "Where are yon go
ing?' " " '
Says he, "Going a fishing.
'What's that bottle
Say he, "That's my reel."
I thought his remarks were
apropos, for there is a good lot of
reel ir a bottle of whisky.
One meets with queer people ev
erywhere. I was iii Brooklinonce.
Tliere was a stereoscopic show, giv
en for the benefit of ai little church
arouud the corner, in Gates avenue.
The Rev. Mr. D was explain
ing the pictures to the audience.
"This picture," 6ays he, "represents
Sampson carrying away the gates
of Gaza " Just then a little rascal
near the door yelled out, "Cheeje
it, Sampson, here comes a cop." It
that boy had been caught there
would have been a drop scene.
Old Deacon D s was a good
man. In my opinion lie was better
than Deacon Richard (Smith, of
Cincinnati, and lie had no wicked
partners. Deacon -D s was a
deacon in the Rev. Dr. C i
church, in Court street, in New Ha
ven, Conn. He kept a taylor's
shop on State street. Deacon 1)
s did dislike playing cards
exceedingly. He woulden't touch
ft pack with a ten-foot pole. His
son George would, though;
4i ..;-- ,. . ill
George was a great boy. 0ee,f
took it into bis head to play Robfc
son Crusoe, and he ran away with a
lot of other boys. To show that
George had good judgment, be
thought it possible that lie might
get caught, so he took the Bible
along with him. He thought, and
he thought rightly, that when his
sire found he had taken a Bible1
with him, it would save him a lick
ing. George and his friends walk -u
ed eighteen miles to Bridgeport, and
got caught in a snow storm. They
got enough of Robinson CntsoeV
and were sent home; The;'Bible
saved George from a licking. We
used to !o down to the shop in
State street after the stores were
closed, and play Whist. One night
we were having ar quiet game, When
some one knocked at the door.
There was a piece of black broad
cloth on the counter by my side,
and I thrust my cards between the
folds. A young man entered, who
was not reliable on the mum ques
tion. We chatted a while, put out
the cam phone lights, and went
home. The next morning George
came rushing into the store where,
I was, and he yelled out, "We arw
all going to the devil."
Says I, "What in the thunder's
Says he, "The old man says we are
all going to the gallows.''
Says I, "What's up?"
Then he told me what was up.
Says he, "Parson C came
down to the store this morning to
pick out a piece of black broadcloth
for a coat, and the old man went to
show him a piece that lay on 'the
counter, when, by thunder, out fkw
a wholedqtfca ftnA.i looked
just sis though the old man might
have put 'em there when the parson
We diden't play any more cards
in that shop, and George is now a
minister. "All's well that ends
A Toast. Woman : the last and
best of the series If we may have
her for a toa6t, we won't ask for 1
. ... f .
An Indiana man was lately buri
ed in a coffin made from a tree
which he planted. How happy , he
must have been ! ,..,
Charles Lamb in speaking of one
of his rides on horseback, remarked
that "all at"obc! the'horse stopper!,
but Ikept rightbn.w
The proposition to introduce la
dies as railroad conductors is frown
ed upon in view of the fact that their
trains are always behind. kMO
The New Bedford, Mass., editors
are collecting big eggs by means of
artful little paragraphs praising the
personsio.sflni the eggs.
Owing to the stormy weather 'on'
Saturday Of last week, ohly five fe
dies went to 1 be divorced- in St:1
A cynic says marriage is often a
dull book with a very fine preface.
Sometimes it is "half calf," too.
. m r t ,
"Hypochondriacism" is an ele
gant word, for which the world is
indebted to the Cincinnati Gazette.
The Catholic burying ground at
Benicia, California, was burned on
The hymn for the Centennial
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When does a chair dislike yon ?
When it can't bear you.