The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1864-03-30
Il certainly shall agree no such fefms
said Mr.. Deahe tarAy. sisnfs

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Very well, sir, I can watt ssis ,ia<a
Miss Mellen deposited the key In the
pocket of her grey dress, and sat down to
her copying. Had she been man Mr.
pesne would probably have knocked her
aown-as il. was, she wore an invisfble ar
NOR Of power in the very fact that she was
| a fragile, slight woman and she knew
| it'll; ssld ~ Ef{Sh f2a tEJRkN
Miss Olive, he said, lstefnly, Set u.
terminate this mummery.-U Unlock that
doorrPss,s Ee.ts.zssk asrzs 8aRkxw
Mr.. Deane, I will not, -
7 shall shout and alarm TIE @nsighbor-
hood then or call a policeman. 80 -
asVery we'll, Mr.. Deane, do 10, If syou
please. .sse,ss.
She dipped her pen in the ink and, be-
gan on first page. :. Matthew sat down
puzzled and discomforted, and watched
the long lashed eyes and family tinted
cheek Of his keeper She was very pretty
what pity she was so obstinate. ssac :
Miss Olive Psess srsas5S bsa& eknsfszt
sSirap asssssseasa asae sas szsg4 eSTsss
. 'The clock has just struck twelve.s has
Il heard itrssf haa asFsa5 sldszarasz
!. Ishould like to ger out to get some
lunch 7 - aaeds 8N sTA5s s;sa aas3si44s
- Il am sorry that that luxury ssout OF
your power.sssSs@a Esa HsgS ,lss9agaasYea
g But I'm COMPOUNDED hungry7'w 5gsi
q eArelyou?'Es esSe sa S5sv aofnsuaer
s'sssAnd I'm notigoing to,stand this,sort
of thing any slongert ssi @s--s;iiEz.sza
a. r'No2i n ass - fsst Al II .S7snsss,
sadow provoking ". nonchalant she was
Mr.. Deane eyed the pecketsof the grey
dress greedily, and walked up and down
the room pettishlyad5 asgse8RA sso4ezasis
- IL have an appointment atgonei''5 '5iissa
as9" lndeeda what pity You willsbe una
BILE to keep it." sas a ssa.sa ss .ssassss
Heatook another turn across the room.
Olive looked up with smile..a baa saois
IS; Well, are you ready to promise7 Il
i" Hang it, yes what else can i do?" i
-" =" You promise2' - = .sss,s i.a,.,s -
tst.s 7 do because can't help MYSELF
Olive drew the key from her pocket,
with softened eyes. ssaS - i.ei..ss y.
!" You have made me very happy, Mr..
Deane.. I dare say you think me, I'M
womauly and unfeminine, but indeed you
do not know to what extremities we are
driven by poverty. Good morning, Sir"
Mr., Deane sailed forth with curious
complication Of thoughts, and emotions
struggling through his brain, in, which
gray dresses, long dashed blue eyes and
scarlet ribbons played . prominent part
I" Did you get the money, sir2''' asked
the clerk, when he walked into the Office.
Mind your business, SIR vas the
70 rt rasnonea
!" pity her husband" he thought, as
he turned the papers over on his desk.
" How she will hen-peck him. By the
way, wonder who her husband will be2"
The next day he called at the widow
C'arkson's to assure Miss Mellen that he
had no idea of breaking his promise, and
the next but one after that, he came to
tell the young lady she need entertain no
doubts Of his, integrity. And the next
week he dropped in on them with no par.
ticular errand to serve as an excuse -
I" When shall, we be married, Oliye7
Next month, dearest2 Do not let US put
it off later" ..,,s..s.,... 49,. -.
q have no, wishes but yours, Mat
thew" - 3, !. -. !. j;
!" Really, Miss Olive MelIen, to hear
that meek tone, one would suppose you
had never locked me up here, and tyran-
nized over me as jailorP'
Olive burst into merry laugh.
q Y ou adsarg old Matthew, j give you
warning beforehand that ] mean to have
my own way in everything. DO you wish
to recede from your bargaina It is not
too late yet" = -: - i -
No, Matthew Deane didn't, he had q
vague idea that it would be very pleasant
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