The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1864-03-30
TAKEN PRISONER.
By AMY RANDOLPH.

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money, or III know the reason why!
I Mr., Mathew Deane was in particularly
bad humor this raw December morning
Everything had gone wrong. Stocks had
fallen when they ought to have risen-hi.
clerk had tipped over the inkstand on hi.
special and peculiar heap of paper-the
fire obstinately refused 10 burn in the
lgrate-in short nothing went right, and
Mr. Deane was consequently aud CORES
lpondingly cross. stszi..1 81
jenkins 2" FEs s{Ha;tI
eyes, sir - IS aetaels8
"Go to the Widow Clarkson's and tell
her shall be there in half an hour, and
lexpect on6dently--mind, Jenkins, conf
IDENTITY to receive that rent money. Or
else l shall feel lmyselfobligedto resort to
lextreme measures. You understand,
Jenkins2' ..fa I zR
Certainly, sir .aas,srys ).
Then don't stand there starin' like an
idiot, snarled Mr.. Deane in sudden barst
of irritation, and jenkins disappeared like
a shot. ;a s;,, - s-ss..s
just haitian hour afterwards Mr.. Mat
thew Deane brushed the brown hair Just
sprinkled with grey away from his square
yet not unkindly brow, putting on his fur
| lined osercoat, he walked forth into The
chilly winter air fully determined, fgura-
lively, to aunihilate the defauIting Widow
CLARK son. se 1ssd
Itlwas dwarfsh little red brick house
which appeared, originally to have aspired
to two story y-hood lot, but cramped BY sir
cumstanccs had settled down into story
and half, but the windows shone like
Brazilian pebbles, and the doorsteps were
worn by much securing Neither ofthese
circumstances, however, did Mr.. Deane
remark, as he pulled the glittering brass
door knob, and strobe into Mrs Clarkson's
neat paslor. q
There was small fre--yery small, as
if every lump Of anthracite was boarded
in the stove, and at table with writing
implements before her, sat a young lady
whom Mr.. Deane, at once recognized as
Mrs Clarkson's niece, Miss Olive Mellen
She was not disagreeable to look upon,
though you would never have thought of
chasing her among the beauties with
shining black hair, blue, long lashed7 eyes
and a very pretty mouth, hiding teeth like
rice kernels, so white were they. ~
Miss Mcllen rose with polite nod,
which was grinfly reciprocated by Mr..
Deanea ,e eebes ~
'asFshaye called to- ssee your aunt, Miss
Mellenl' l'sa1asq is isee, gA
30 | know it, sir, bnt as Lam aware of
her t mid temperament j sent her away
prefer to deal with you myself hxet,sJ.l3
Mr.. Deane started-the cool audacity
of this danisel in grey, with scarlet rib
b ms in her hair, rather astonished him.
/ 4 suppose the money is ready 2
i'No, sir, it is not sga.s see
s9sThen, Miss 0lise--p' rdon me, i must
speak plainly--I shall send an officer here
this atteroon to put a valuation on the
furniture, and '---ss ass BAD n
lyon will do nothing of the kind, sir .
Olives cheek had redeemed and her eyes
flashed portentously. Mr. Deane turned
toward the door, but ere he knew what he
was doing, Olive had walked quietly
across the room, locked the door and take en-
out the key---then she resumed her seat
What does this mean 1 circulated the
astonished prisoner of war.' sfs sssisl
1t means, sir, that you will now be OBJ
,hged to reconsider the question:, said
Olive. Cda sIa5t5ftaE So
Obliged q. zyesss
| 'Yes-you win hardly jump otit of the
window and there is no other method of
egress unless you choose to 60 up the ehim-
ney. 3 Now, then Mr. Deans, will you tell
me If you--a Christian man in the nine-
teenth century--intend to sell "a poor
widows furniture, because she Is not able
to pay your rentl Listen, sirp u s.
/ Mr.. Deane had opened his mouth to re-
monstrate. but Olive enforced her words
with very emphatic little stamp of the
i foot, and he was, as it were, stricken
dumb. y yer ses 80 = - -
You are what the world calls rich
man; Mr. Deane You own rows Of
houses, piles Of bank stock, railroad shares
. bends and mortgages--who knows what
! Ny aunt has nothing-I support her by
copying. Now, if this case be carried
into court of law, my poor ailing aun
will be sufferer-you would emerge un
scathed and proftting! You are not !,
bad man, Mr.. ,Deane; you have q grea
many noble qualities and I like you 70,
4 them.'vas m 49, ws * Sss3ss
She paused an instant and looked inten
! ltly and gravely at Mr.. Deane. The colo
rose to his cheek--it was not disagreeahl,
!, tos be told bya pretty young girl that sh'
liked him. on any terms, yet she had in
|, dulgcd in pretty plain speaking iasisss
Y have heard,' she went on, 'of you
!, doing kind actions when you were in tb
I humor of it. You can do them, and vol
Il shall in this instance. You are cross thi
morning, you know you are Hush, n
excuse, you are selfish and irritable an
!. Ioverbeafingl IfI were your mother an
i You little boy,aIsshould certainly pu
/ you in corner until yous promised tob
r Lgood.' saasA tassss a esszssk sasalass1
VI Mr.. Deane smiled, although he was gel
. ting angry. Ss0liye went on with the ri
most composqre. gsNs'se2 szs4 ed -,
ssBut as it is. Ishall only keep you her
y Eprisouer until you have behaved, an
= give me your word not To annoy my auf
9 again for rent, until shs is able to pa
I you. Then, and not until them viii yo
81 receive your urmoney. Do ron promise u
or MOI e asss ss'~ es.s''s $50