Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1864-03-24
on any terms, yet she had indulget
in pretty plain speaking.

them, and shall in this instance
You are cross this morning, you kno
you arel Hush, no excuse, you al
selfish and irritable and overbearine
s II were your mother and you Ii
i tie boy, should certainly put you
!, a corner until you promised TO b
e good
Mr.. Deane smiled. although il
: was getting angry. Olive went O
+ with the utmost composure.
. But as it Is, shah only keep yo'
here prisoner until you have be
hayed, and give me your word not t,
annoy my aunt again for rent, unit
she is able to pay you. Then, anC
not till then, will you receive you
money. Do you promise? yes o.
not
4 certainly shall agree to no such
terms said Mr.. Deane, tartly.
/ Very well, sir, l can wait
Miss Mellen deposited the key in
the pocket of her grey dress, and sat
down to her copying. Had she been
a man, Mr.. Deane 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, sternly, let
us terminate this mummery. Unlock
that door,
Mr.. Deane, j will not
L shall shout and alarm the neigh
borhood then, or call policeman
every well, Mr.. Deane, do so, if
you please
She dipped her pen in the ink and
began on first page. Matthew sat
down puzzled and discomforted, and
watched the long lashed eyes and
family tinted cheek of keeper. She
was very pretty---what pity she was
so obstinate
Miss Oliver tf-
'Sir?'
The clock has just struck twelve
Il heard it,
4 should like to get out to get some
lunchr
Il am sorry that that luxury is out
of your power
But I'm confounded hungryp
Are your
And I'm not going to stand this
sort of thing any longer
Mop
rivv -4=-
was. Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket of
the grey dress greedily, and walked
up and down the room pettishly.
4 have an appointment at onel'
Indeed? what pity you will be
unable to keep it
He took another turn across the
room. Olive looked up with a
smile.
We'll, are you ready to promiseP
/ Hang it, yes! what else can l do"
You promise?
4 do, because I can't help my
self
Olive drew the key from her pocket,
with softened eyes.
=, You have made me very happy,
Mr.. Deane. l dare say you think me
unwomanly and unfeminine, but in
deed you do not know 10 what ex
tremities we are driven by poverty.
Good morning, sir
Mr.. Deane sailed forth with a
curious complication of thoughts snd
emotions struggling through his
brain, in which gray dresses, long
lashed blue eyes and scarlet ribbons,
played a prominent part. ,--rI
Did you get the money, sir| asked
the clerk, when he walked into the
Office.
Mind your business, sir was the
tart response.
Il pity her husband he thought, as
he turned the papers over on his desk.
How she will hen-peck him. By
the way, 1 wonder who her husband
will be?'
The next day he called at the
widow Clarkson's to assure Miss Mel
len 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 as an excuse!
When shall we be married, Olive?
Next month, dearest? Do not put it
off later
I have no wishes but yours, Mat
thew
Really, Miss Olive Mellen, to hear
that meek tone, one would suppose
you had never locked me up here,
and tyrannized over me as a jailor!'
Olive burst into a merry laugh.
You dear old Matthew, I give you
warning beforehand that / mean to
|. have my own way in everything
Do you wish to recede from your bar
gain? 1t is not too late yet
No, Matthew Deane didn't, he had
vague idea that it would be very
pleasant to be hen-pecked by Olive.
.Phllipsburg Standard. r
HThe Rochester Democrat calls
attention to the significant fact that
the Democratic State Convention
at Albany adjourned without making
the SLIGHTEST reference to the prin-