Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1860-09-21
Mr. Jones Visitor. and How He rOt
Rid of Her.

But two letters more, thought Mr. Jones,
late head clerk, now junior partner in the
importing firm of - & Co.. No. -
Broad street, as he bent over his desk and
dipped his pen in the ink afresh. But two
short letters more, and then shall be ready
to join Mrs. Jones in that delightful excurs-
ion, upon which she has set her little heart.
But two letters, and-as l live, it is half
past three and the steamers mail closes at
four, John! John ? No John responded.
'Confound the fellow---he has gone and left
me TO lock up mutterd Mr., Jones. But time
is precious now The pen flew rapidly
over the paper, until the last letter wal
nearly concluded. No othor sound was
heard in the counting room above or in the
store below, and Mr.. Jones supposed he
was alone in the building.
Buy book, sir?' said voice at his ear.
No. said Mr.. Jones, mechaniclly. so deep
ly absorbed in his work as not TO notice
the singularity of the interruption. BUY
book, sir Z and this time book-'Moth-
er Gonse's Melodies he observed on the
title page-was thrust between his eyes and
the unfinished letter before him. No. said
MIR, Jones, little roughly, as he turned
upon the intruder. 1t was woman Young
and handsome though poorly clad. You
had BETTER said the girl, with her sweetest
smile. Besides, need the money 'Well,
there's quarter for your beauty said Mr..
Jones' gallanily, 'and now go, for am in
great hurry He took from his pocket the
coin and handed it TO her. Hadn't YOU
better give me half dollar, sir" What |?
Hadn't you better give me half
dollar to buy me some stockings p (and
she raised her dress just enough to disclose
a well-formed naked ancle,l and see I've
no shoes either
tions was lovely young wife, and he was
deeply, virturously indignant. .Ah, young
woman, is that your game 2 he cried, rising
from his chair. Leave the place, instantly,
or Ill put you out Don't lay your hands
on me- said the visitor, stepping back, with
a look of defiance. Don't lay your hands
on me, sir, for if yon do I'll scream, and
whoever comes will think your are taking
liberties. You had better buy book, sir
only ten dollars
Mr.. Jones perceived at once that he was
in fix, but in mome7t he decided what
course TO pursue. Scream as much as you
like he exclaimed, springing to the door of
the counting room, I'll do a little screaming
TOO. John, John The woman also APP
preached the door, but he kept her back so
for as to prevent her looking down the stairs.
and continued his calls for John There
is no John there said the girl moekingly.
you had better buy a book. sir is only
twenty dollars, now 'Ah, you've come at
lasi,' said Mr., Jones, talking down stairs 10
an imaginary John. 'run for police officer
as quick as you can. I've got thief here
Then turning TO his visitor with IN air Of
coufdent assurance, Now, Miss. you can
spend your time in negotiating for the sale
of Mother Goose or in screaming. Just as
you please; you'll not pass this door till an
officer e0mrs.
The girl began 10 look frightened. She
evidently had not couRted upon this sudden
of John. oh, sir, let me 20.
| didn't mean any HARM she said. Didn't
mean any harm echoed Mr.. Jones. angrily, (
why here are your shoes in the ball. What