Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1865-03-09

YOU my little boy, L should prouaDiy put
you in the corner until you promised TO be
good"
Mr.. Dcane smiled little, although he
was getting angry. Olive went on with the
utmost composure.
"But as it is, shall keep you here
prisoner until you have behaved, and given
me your word not to annoy my aunt again
for the rent until she is able to pay you::--
Then, and not till then, you will receive
your money. Do you promise? Yes or mol
II certainly shall agree to no such terms,
said Mr.. Deane, tartly.
VERY well, sir, | can wait.
Miss Mollcn deposited The key in the
pocket Of her dress and sat down to her
copying. Had she been man, Mr.. Deane
would probably have knocked her down; as
il was. she wore an invisible arInor OF power
in the very fact that she was a fragile,
slight woman; and she knew it,.
Miss Olive" he said sternly, "let us
terminate this muinmery. Unlock that
door" .t.. ..... ..t.
Mr. Deane, will not.
II shall shout and alarm this ncighbor-
hood then, or call in policeman"
Very well, Mr.. .Deaue-do so If you
think best"
She dipped her pen in the ink, and be-
gan on fresh page. Matthew sat down
puzzled and discomitted, and watched the
long-lashed eyes and family timed cheek of
his keeper. She was very pretty-what a
pity she was so obstinate.
Miss OiveP
"Sirp ....
"rhe clock struck twelve"
Il heard it. ..., ........-
II should like to get out and get some
lunch" ..,.a-..
II am sorry that luxury is now out ofyour
power"
But I am confouudedly hungry"
Are youW ....
"And I'm not going to stand this sort of
thing any longer.
How provokiugly nonchalant she was.
Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket of the dress
grcedily, and walked up and down the room
very pettishly. h.. >,
al have an appointment at one."
Indeed! What pity you will not be
able to keep it, ....
He took another turn across the room.-
Olive locked with smile:
well, are you ready to promiser
Hang it, yes What else can do.
You promise p
II do, for the reason that l cannot help
myself"
Olive drew the key from her pocket with
softening eyes. =,
"You have made me very happy, Mr..
Deane; dare say you think me unwoman
ly and unleminine, but indeed yeu do moi
know to wnat extremities we are driven by
our poverty"
Mr.. Deane sailed forth with a. curious
complication of thoughts and emotions
struggling through his brain, in which gray
dresses, loug.lashed blue eyes, and scarle
ribbons played prominent part.
did you get the money, sir?'. asked th'
clerk when he walked into the office.
Mind your business, sir was the tar
response.
II pity her husband" thought he, as h
began to turn over the papers on his desk
aHow she will hen-peck him. By tn
w,y wonder who her husband will be p
The next day he called at the widow
Clarkson's to assure Miss Mellen that h
had no idea of breaking his promise; an
+ the next one after that he came, bnt to te
the young lady she need entertain no doubt
of his integrity. And the next week b
dropped in upon them with no partlcula
errand to serve as an excuse.
"And when shall we be married, OhVe
Next month, dearest? Do not let us put
off later" ;,
IL have no wish but yours, Matthew"
Really, Miss Mellen, to hear that NEE
tone one would suppose you had never loci
! ed me in here, and tyrannized over me as
jailor"
Olive burst into merry laugh.
"You dear old Matthew, l gave you war;
, ing beforehand that L meant to have III
own way in everything. Do you wish no
to recede from your bargain? 1t is not tc
, late yet" :,
No, Matthew Deane didn't; he bad
: slight idea that it would be very pleasant
), be chen -pecked" by Olive. ...