The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1864-03-09
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hal humor this raw Dseemb5v morning.
Ever, thing lai tone srpng. Stock had
lsllei when they ought 10 have sisen-hts
cleik had ,Ipped over the inksIand en- his
spae,sl aai pe,qliar heap OF pAper-tbe IRE
oast,nltely reused 10 SuTB Ia the grl'e-ia
short nothing went :, ,hs. and hr. De7ns
was eonseq Ieotly and correspendiAgly crcs.
Jsnk.nsr
Yea sirl'
40 10 the Widow Ciarkson's and tell her
shall be there 10 bali an hour, and expect
oaHientiy-mind, jenkins. confidently to
receive that rent money. Or else | shall
eel myself obliged to resort TO extreme
measures. You understand Jsnkins!'
Certainly, sirl'
Then don't stand there stsrin' like an
IDIOT snarled Mr.. Deane Ia q sudden burst
Of irritation, and Jenking disappeared like
shot.
Just half an hour afterwards Mr.. Mat,
thew Deane brushed the brown hair just
sprinkled grey, away from his square, yet
not unkindly brow, putting on his fur lined
overcoat, he walked forth into the chilly
winter air, fully determined. fguratiyely, to
Annihilate the defaulting widow.
1t was dwarfish little red brick house,
which appeared originally to have aspired to
two story hood, but cramped by crcumstan-
ces had settled down into a story and halt
but the windows shone like Brazilian pao
bes, and ths doorsteps were worn by much
securing. Neither oil these circumstances,
however, did Mr., Dcane remark, as he pull
ed the glittering brass door knob, and strobe
into Mrs. Clsrkson's near parlor.
There was a small fre-very small, as ii
every lump of anthracite was boarded in the
stove, and at table with writing imple.
ments be(ors her. sat q young lady whom
Mr.. Deane at once recognized as Mrs. Clark
sons neice Miss Olive Mellen. She was
not dsagreeble to look upon, though you
would never have thought Of chasing her
anong the beauties with shining black hair,
blue, long lashed eyes, and very pretty
mouth, hiding teeth like rice kernels, so
white were they.
Miss Melen rose with polite not, which
was grimly reciprocated by Mr.. Deane.
4 have called to see your aunt, Miss Mel
lenp
4 know it, sir, but a. sm aware OF her
timid temperament, sent her away. |
pre- er to deal with you myself
Mr.. Beane started-the cool audacity OF
her hair, rather astonished him.
4 suppose the money is ready?'
No, sir it is not
Then, Miss Olive-pardon me. must
speak plsinlY--I shall send an officer here
this afternoon to put a valuation on the
furniture, and
. 'You will do nothing Of the kind, SIR
Olives cheek had Redeemed and her eyes
flashed portsntiously. 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 taken out
the key-then she resumed her seat.
What does this meant calculated the as.
tonished prisoner of war;
1T means, Sir, that you will now DO oblg-
Cd to reconsider the question:
'Obliged!'
'Yes-you will hardly jump out OF the
window and there is no other method oi
egress unless you choose to 90 up the chin
ney. Now, then, Mr.. Deane, will you tell
me if you "a christian man IN the nineteen
tn century intend to sell poor widow g
furniture, because she is not able to pay
your rent!'
Mr.. Deane had opened his mouth to re-
moastrate, but Olive enforced her words,
with very emphatic little stamp Of the foot
and he was, as it were, stricken dumb.
You are what the world call rich man,
Mr.. Deane. You own rows of houses, piles
of bank stock. railroad shares, bonds and
mortgages knows what? My aunt
has nothing-I support her by copying
Now, il this case be carried into q court o
law, my poor ailing aunt will be sufferer
you would emerge unscathed and profting!
You are not bad man, Mr.. Deane; you
have great many noble qualities, and
like you for them
She paused an instant and looked intent>
iy and gravely at Mr.. Deane. The color
rose to his oheek--it was not disagreeable to
be told by pretty young girl that she liked
him, on any terms, yet she INDUCED ia pret
ty plain speaking.
i have heard she went on, of your kind
actions when you were in the humor of it.
You can do them, and you shall in this in
stance. You are cross this morning you
know you are! Hush, no excuse. you are
selfish and irritable and overbaariug! II
were your mother and you little boy,
would certainly put you in corner unil
you promised to be good
Mr.. Dsane smiled, although he was get.
ting angry. Olive went on with the utmost
composure.
But as it is, | shall only keep you here
. prisoner until you have behaved, and give
me your word not to annoy my aunt again
for rent, until she is able to pay you. Then
and not till then, will you receive your mon
ey. Do you promise? yes or no.
4 certainly shall agree to no such terms,
said Mr.. Deane, tartly.
Very we'll, sir, can watt
Miss Mellon deposited the key in the
pocket Of her grey dress, and sat down to
her copying. Had she been a man Mr.
Deans probably have knocked her down--
as it was she wore an invisible armor O
power in the very fact that she was fra
gile, slight woman and she kn W lt!'
Miss Olive he said, sternly, 'let US term
mate this mummery Unlock that door!
Mr. Deaae, will not
Il shall shout and alarm the neighbor hood
then OF call a policeman
Very we'll, Mr.. Doane, do so, II you
please She dipped her pen in the ink and
began on the first page. Mathew sat down
puzzled and discontorted, and watched the
long lashed eyes and family tinted cheek o
his keeper. She was very pretty-what a
pity she was so obstinate.
Miss OliYsp
'Sir?'
The clock has just struck twelve
q heard itp
4 should like to get out to get some lunch.
Il am sorry that luxury is out OF youI
power
But I'm confounded hungry
Are you?
And I'm not going to stand this sort o
thing any longer!
MOP
How ptovokingly nouchaant she was
Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket Of the gre,