The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-04-11

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4 ( Mollie was an obedient daughter in
general, but she had spice Of her good
mammals will, and would not give up
Charley Abbott. Mrs. Dane would not
/ permit him 10 visit At the house. and
Mollic was too proud and high minded
to appoint cl Intestine meetings; but
there were many occasions when they
ssmet by chancc, the usual way" and
there were walks in the open street, and
several times Charley bravely escorted
Mollie to her own door. Mrs. Dane
could not prevent this, except by keep
ing Mollie prisoner 1t home. That
she did not care to do. But one morn
ing, when, as she sat by the parlor win
dow. they came walking gayly up to-
gether, and parted 1.-THE gate, she could
stand ii no longer. Pretty Mollie came
in, smiling and blushing, well knowing
lecture awaited her, and resolved TO
have it over at once.
. Well, Miss" began Mrs. Dane, sit
ting up very straight and severe, how
much longer Is this TO 90 on?'
81 Is what TO 20 on, mammal" asks
Miss Mollie, the very picture OF demure
innocence.
This disobedience, madam! This
running out into the street to meet that
that young man?"
swell, mamma, you won't let him
come here.'
That is not an answer to my ques-
ton, Miss
oh! well-not very long, / hope.
When he Is your son, you won't object
any longer.
When he is my-,chat" gasped
Mrs. Dane.
Your son, mamma. He viii be be-
fore many weeks"
You -- you Mary Dane! You
haven't, you surely haven't"
Promised to marry CharleyP Yes, l
have, mamma. mean to keep my
word, too!- Mollie turned and faced
her mother with the flashing eyes and
iirm-set lips which Mrs Dane knew the
meaning Of very well. Her own eyes
flashed back, as she answered, sternly:
" Never! I'll see you buried first.
Never. with my CONSENT"
" With it, hope, mamma. Charley
is coming to-day TO ask you. But if
you won't give it, why, we shall be
tAt<tA ~ MAJ WAlAOut Nv tlAl . Alls
Mrs. Dane rose to her feet. She was
q woman Of few words and quick ac-
ton He has the audacity 10 come
here for my consent, has hep"
" Yes, mamma"
"Very well. IL can't talk upon the
subject just now. must 90 upstairs
and think awhile, before l can decide /
what to do. l am overpowered with /
astonishment. Stay you here, and
when call you, come upstairs"
Yes, mamma"
Mrs. Dane swept away, and Mollie \
waited anxiously to be called. In . very
few mindtes her summons came, and
most unsuspiciously she ran up to her
mother in the third story.
She expected to be talked to, but as
soon as she was safe inside the door,
Mrs. Dane shut it, locked il, took out
the key, and put it in her pocket.
There, nowi" she said; ~ think I
shall bring you to your senses! In this
room You shall stay--you shall never
leave it until you promise to give this
fellow up.-
"Tnen shall never leave itl'' re-
turned poor Mollie, very pale, but firm
and resolute.
"We'll seei fancy day or two Of
solitary confinement will bring YOU 10
your senses. An when your fine lover
comes, III show him the door, and
that's all the answer he'll get. Now
III leave you to your own reflections.
Mrs. Dane let herself out, locked the
door on the outside, and went down.
stairs, leaving poor Mollie completely
taken by surprise. But what could she
do? She could not Jump from the
Ihird-story window, nor struggle with
her mother for the door-key. Her case
appeared hopeless, for she had not even
my chance of communicating with her
over, Mrs. Dane allowing no one to
;ome upstairs but herself.
By the end OF the second day, Mollic
lad cried and fretted herself into such
! fever, that Mrs. Dane felt herself OBJ
iged 10 send for DR.. Paul Reeves. DIR.
Paul came, looked very grave, pre-
cribed some medicine, and told Mrs.
Jane be thought 1t best to look in again
'efore bedtime. And he made out,
ghen be shock hands with his cousin,
0 leave tiny paper in her soft hand.
The instant the key was turned again
pom Mollie, she unfoldcd the scrap Of
aper and read
DEAR MoI.LIE: Charley and myself agree
! thinking that desperate cases require des- !
crate remedies. II you are willing TO fol- .
w our lead, give me hint when return I
,-night. Il.
Mollie had no writing materials. So
he tore bit from blank leaf OF a :
ook, and scratched few words deeply :
pom it with hair-pin. This she man !,
ged 70 give TO Paul when he made his !,
scond call.