The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1864-03-11

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haved and give me your word not to
annoy my aunt again for rent, until
sic is able TO pay YOU. Then, and
not until then, will you receive your
money. Do you promise - yes or
lno?"
Il certainly shall agree to no such
terms" said Mr.. Dean, tartly
every well, sir, | can wait"
Miss Mellen deposited the key in
the pocket Of her grey dress, and sat
down to her copying. Had she been
man Mr.. Dean would probably have
knocked her down--as it was, she
wore an invisible armor of power in
the very fact that she was fragile,
slight woman, and she knew it.
"Miss Olive" he said stcrnly, ''lct
us terminate this mummery. Unlock
that door!"
"Mr Dean, I will not"
81 shall shout and alarm the neigh.
borhood, or call policeman"
every well, Mr.. Dean, do 50, if
you please"
She dipped her pen in the ink, and
began new page. Mathew sat down
puzzled and discomfitted, and watch
ed the long lashed eyes and family
tinted check of his keeper She was
very pretty--what a pity she was so
obstinate.
"Miss Oliver"
"Sir?'
"rhe clock has just struck twelve"
Il heard it,"
II should like to get out to get
some lunch" o
81 am sorry that luxury is out Of
your power"
But 1 am conloundcd hungry"
care you?'
"And I'm not going to stand this
sort Of thing any longer"
"No."
How provollinelv nonchalant she
was. Mr.. Dean eyed the pocket of
the grey dress grcedily, and walked
up and down the room pettishly.
II have an appointment st one"
"Indeed' What pity you will be
unable to keep II.
He took another turn across the
room. Olive looked up with smile.
"Well, arc you ready to promisc?"
"IIang it, yes. what else can Clo?n
"Iou promisc?'
II do, because | can't help myself"
Olive drew the key from her pock-
ct with softencd eyes.
"You have made me very happy
Mr.. Dean. l dare say YOU think me
unwomanly and unrcmininc. hut in
deed you do not know to what ex-
tremitics we are driven by poverty.
Good morning, sr."
Mr.. Dean sailed forth with Il cur
ious complication OF thoughts and
emotions struggling thro' his brain,
in which grey dresses long lashed
blue eyes and scarlet ribband played
a prominent part.
Odd YOU get the money, sir?" ask
ed the clerk, when he walked into the
office.
"Mind your business, sir" was the
tart response.
~ pity her husband" he thought,
as he turned the papers over on his
desk. "llow she will hen. peck him.
BY the way ] wonder who her hus.
band will be-"
The next day he called at the wild.
ow Clarkson's to assure Miss Nellen
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 particu.
lar errand to serve rs an excuse.
"When shall we be married, Olive?
Next month, dearest? Do not let us
put it off later
"Ive no wishes but yours, Mathew
"Really, Miss Olive Mellen, to
hear that meek tone, one would sup
pose you had never locked me mp
here, and tyranized over me as Jail
orr
Olive burst into merry laugh.
"You dear old Mathew, | give YOU
warning beforehand that / mean to
have my own way in everything. Do
you wish to rccede from your bargain?
1t is not too late yet"
No Mathew Dean didn't, he had a
vague idea that it would be very
pleasant to be en-pecked by Miss
Olive
a WoNpERFUL CAvEN MISSOURI
A correspondent of the st. Louis I'm
mon gives I'm account Of the eXplora,
tion of wonderful cave called Fish
er's Cave, on the South West branch
of the Pacific Railroad. The CORE
spondent who travelled over four
miles in it, says that it is more mar
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