Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-03-29

third time it has happened within the half
year. I'll go there myself and get the
money, or III know the reason why =
Matthew Deane was 10 particularly bad
humor this raw December morning.
Everything had gone wrong. Stocks had
fallen when they ought to have risen-bis'
clerk tipped over the inkstaud on his soec-
tscles and peculiar heap oe paper---tbe
Eve obsti0ately refused to burn 10 the CRATE
--in short, Dotbing went right. and Mr..
Dsans was consequently cross.
jenkins =
Yes, sir sF
Go to the widow CLARK SOD g, and tell her
ehsll be there ia half an hour, and ex-
pect cOn6dently-mind, jenkins, eon6-
IDENTIFY, to receive that rent money or else
shall feel myself obliged.to resort to ex-
IRENE measures. Yon UNDERSTAND, Jenk>
ius2'
scertsiply, sir sss -.
Then don't stand there staring 4 - & "a
IDIOT, snsrled MI. Deane, 10 Q sudden burst
Of irritation. and Jenkins disappeared like
q shot.
Just half an hour afterwards Mr.. Mat
thew Deane brushed the brown hair just
sprinkled with gray away from bis square
yet not uDkindly brow, and putting on his
fur lined overcoat, he walked forth into
the chilly winter air. fully determined,
6guratively, to aunibilate the defaultiDg
Widow Clsrkson.
1t WAS dwar6sh little red brick house,
which appeared originally to have aspired
to two story hood lot, but crampteG by
circumstances, bad settled down into a
story and half, but the windows shOne
ike Brazilian pebbles, and the doorsteps
were worn by much securing. Neither of
these circumstances, however, did Mr..
Deaoe remark, as he pulled the gIitteriug
brass door knob, aud strobe into Mrs.
Clarkson's neat parlor.
There was a small fre-Very small, as if
every lump Of anthracite was boarded, in
the stove, and at a table with writing i'm
plsments before her, sat young lady
whom Mr.. Deane at once recognized as
Mrs Clsrkson's niece. Miss Olive Mellen.
She was not disagreeabls to look upon,
though you would never have thought OF
chasing her among the beauties, with
shining black hair. long lashed eye and
very pretty mouth, hiding teeth like rice
kernels. 50 white were they.
Miss Mellen arose with q polite nod, and
was grimly eciprocsted by Mr.. Deane,
have called to see your aunt, Miss
| Meilenr
i know it. sir, but as am aware of her
| prefer tn deal with you myself
Mr.. Desne started,-the cool audacity Of
this damsel in gray. with scarlet ribbons
| in her hair, rather astonished him.
q suppose the money is ready p
No, sir, it is not
Then. Miss OlIve-pardon me. must
! speak plaiuly-l shall send an officer here
tins afternoon TO put q valuation on the
| furniture, and
'You will do nothing of the kind SIR
Olives cheek had Redeemed and her eyes
! flashed portentously. Mr.. Deane turned
towards the door, but ere be knew what
he was doing. Olive had walked quietly
ac-oss the room, locked the door and taken
out the key-then abe resumed her seat.
| What does this mean = siaculated the
astonished prisoner Of war
1T means, sir, that you will nov be
obliged to reconsider the question: said
Olive
Obliged p
Yes you will hardly jump out of the
window and there IS 10 other method of
egress unless you choose TO 90 up the
chimney. Now, then, Mr.. Deane, will you
tell me- if you-s Christian man in the
nineteenth century-inteDd to sell poor
widows furniture, because she is not able
to pay your rent. Listen sir
Mr.. Deane bad opened his mouth to re-.
monstrate, but Olive enforced er words
with q very emphatic little stamp of the
foot, and he was. as it were, stricken
dumb
'You are what the werld calls q rich
man. Mr.. Deane. You own rows Of houses,
piles of bank stock. railroad shares, bonds
aud nortgages-who keows what? Nv
aunt has nothing-I support her by copy =.
ing. Now, if this case be carried into
court of law, my poor siling aunt will be
sufferer, you would emerge unscathed and
pTOfting. You are not q bad man, Mr..
Deane; you have great many noble quail
tiles, and like you for them.
She paused an instant and look ed intent
ly and gravely at Mr.. Deane. The color
rose to his cheek-it was not disagreeable
to be told by pretty young girl that she
liked him on auy terms, yet she bad in
dulged 10 pretty plain speaking.
Il have heard she went on, of your
doing kind actions when you were in the
humor of it. You can do them and YOU
shall in this instance. You are cross this
morning, you know you are. Hush, no
excuse, you are selfish and irritable and
overDearing. II were your mother aud
you little boy, should certainly put you
into q corner until you promised to be
good. ...
Mr.. Deane smiled, although be was get
ting angry. Olive went on with the ut
most cOmposure.
But as it is, l shall only keep you hers
prisoner until you have behaved, and
give me your word not to annoy my aunt
again for rent until she lie able to pay you.
Then, and not till then, will you receive
your money. DO you promiseH Yes OF
nep
4 certainly shall agree to no such terms,
said Mr.. Deane, tartly.
Very well, sir. can watt
Miss Mellen deposited the key in the
pocket Of her grey dress. and sat down to
her copying Had she been mao Mr..
Deane would probably have knocked her
down-as it was she wore an invisible ar
NOR OF power in the very fact that she was
fragile, eight woman, and she knew it,
Mise Olive be said sternly, 'Iet US ter.
inmate this mummery. Unlock that door.
Mr.. Deane. i will not
Il shall shout and alarm the neishbo
hood then, or call policeman rar' o..
Very well. Mr.. Deane, do 80 il you
Please
She dipped her pen in the ink, and be-
gan on the first page. Matthew sat down,
puzzled and discom6ttpd, and watched the
lcng dashed eyes and family tinted cheek
OF bis keeper. She was very pretty--wbst
pity she was obstinate.
Miss Olive r -
Sir =
} The clock has just struck twelve
i beard it,
1 should like to get out to get some
/ lunch
I am sorry that that luxury is out o
your power
, ;BosI'm COMPOUNDED hungry
Are your