Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1864-03-24
Misefllamfous.
TAKEN PRISONER.
BIZ ANY RANDOLPH.


= is the third time it has happent
: within the half year; I'll go mysel
and get the money, or I'll know Il
reason whyf
Mr.. Mathew Deane was in parti
ularly bad humor this raw Deeemb,
morning Every thing had gon
wrong Stocks had fallen when the
ought to have risen-his clerk ha
tipped over the inkstand on hi
Especial and peculiar heap of paper
the fire obstinately refused to our
in the grate-in short, nothing wa
right, and Mr.. Deane was conse
quently and eorrespondingly cross.
fJenkinsI
Yes, sir!'
Go to the Widow Clarkson's anC
tell her 1 shall be there in half al
hour, and expect confdently-mind
jenkins, confidently to receive tha
rent Esoney; or else l shall feel my
self obliged to resort to extreme
measures. You understand, Jen.
kins?
Certainly, SIR
Then don't stand there staring
like an idiot snarled Mr.. Deane in
sudden burst of irritation, and Jen-
kins disappeared like shot.
Just half an hour afterwards, Mr..
Matthew Deane brushed the brown
hair just sprinkled with grey, away
from his square yet not unkindly
brow, putting on his tur lined over
coat, he walked forth into the chilly
winter air, fully determined figurate-
ly, to annihilate the defaulting Widow
Clarkson.
1t was a dwarfish little red brick
house which appeared originally to
have aspired to two story-hood lot,
but cramped by circumstances had
settled down into story and half,
but the windows shone like Brazilian
pebbles, and the door steps were
worn by much securing. Neither of
these circumstances, however, did
Mr.. Deane remark, as he pulled the
glittering brass door knob, and strobe
into Mrs. Clarkson's neat parlor.
There was small fire-very small,
| as if exory2 iamfsof anthrahite was
boarded in the stove, and at j table
with writing implements before her,
sat a young lady whom MIR. Deane at
once recognized as Mr.. Clarkson's
niece. Miss Olive Mellen. She was
not disagreeable to look upon, though
you would never have thought o.
chasing her among the beauties will
shining black hair, blue, long lasheG
eyes, and very pretty mouth, hiding
teeth like rice kernels, so white were
they. .".-
Miss Mellen rose with polite nod
which was grimly reciprocated by
Mr.. Deane.
i have called to see your aunt
Miss Mullenp
Il know it, sir, but as I am aware
of her timid temperament, l sent hel
away 1 prefer to deal with you my.
self @
Mr.. Deane started-the cool au.
dacity of this damsel in grey, with
scarlet ribbons on her hair, rather
astonished him.
i suppose the money is ready?
No, sir; it is not
Then, Miss Olive-pardon me,
must speak plainly shall send an
officer here this afternoon to put O
l valuation on the furniture, and
You will do nothing of the kind,
sir
Olives cheek had Redeemed, and
her eyes flashed portentously. Mr..
IDeane turned toward the door, but
ere he knew what he was doing,
Olive had walked quietly across the
room, locked the door, and taken out
the key-then she resumed her seat
What does this meanP circulated
the astonIshed "prisoner of war
1T means, sir, that you will now be
lobliged to reconsider the question,
said Olive.
| 'Obliged:'
| Yes-you will hardly jump out of
| the window, and there is no other
tmethod of egress unless you choose
Ito go up the chimney. Now, then,
Mr.. Dean, will you tell me if you-a
| Christian man in the nineteenth cen
itury-intend to sell poor widow s
| furniture, because she is not able to
pay your rentf Listen, sir!
Mr.. Deane had opened his mouth
to demonstrate, but Olive enforced
lher words with a very emphatic little
stamp of the foot, and he was, as il
were, stricken dumb.
You are what the world calls {
1rieh man, Mr.. Deane. You OWL
rows Of houses, piles of bank stock
railroad shares. bonds and mort
gages-who knows what? My aun
has nething-I support her by copy
ing. Now, if this case be carried
into court of law, my poor ailine
aunt will he a suffer-you wouIt
emerge uasoathed and profting!-
You are not . bad man, Mr. Deane
you have great many noble quail
ties, and / like you for them ,.
She paused an instant and looke'
intently and gravely at Mr.. Deane.-
The color rose to his cheek-it wa
not disagreeable to be told By ]
pretty young girl that she liked hin