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About The Albany register. (Albany, Or.) 1868-18?? | View Entire Issue (June 13, 1874)
LPFfohar VOLUME VI. ' 1 HOMIAY. 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 dM-iere. 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 the swanl. 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 iter wistfully. Then a young man, in his shirt sleeves, e;i me out of lf shadows of the trees. "Lon," sa d Mrs.. Haughtou, "whose dbg Is this?"' " Mine," replied Lon Mackenzie, advancing. " 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 lather and mother T " 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; U j;' 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 missing. ( 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 river. 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 ern markets. 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 labors. His watch of Rosy grew more vigilant. 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 worsted stuff". 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 cheek. " 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 lessly down. The trumpet vine stirred in the breeze on the old -sea wall. The hushes stood iu dark clumps bn the dusky banks, ruder these bushes a man lay smoking. At a slight sound he turned the fire from his pipe down among the dewy grasses. 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 resistance.is use'esjs. 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 was balked. " 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 water." So spoke DetectiVe Flint, out of his knowledge of the guild. (ji.r 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 1874. 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 " Legislators, Groat debaters, Scientific men, Havcarl!i From the prison Of the printer's den." TlieDenroDVi Hoy. 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 Cook. Says I, "Where are yon go ing?' " " ' Says he, "Going a fishing. bays I, 'What's that bottle tor?" 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; NO. 40. 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 the matter?" 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 came in." We diden't play any more cards in that shop, and George is now a minister. "All's well that ends well." A Toast. Woman : the last and best of the series If we may have her for a toa6t, we won't ask for 1 any but-her. . ... 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 Louis. 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 7th. The hymn for the Centennial .01d.HuDdred. ..-.TiJ bwik . ... y ( When does a chair dislike yon ? When it can't bear you.