Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-12-28
HELP WANTED G0AOHMAN."
By IL. SENARENs.

man, SHiN tHt very ttIfNttub MI
Hunt, as be drew q copy ot the daily
paper from his pocket.
''Why did yOu send John away, pa
pay" asked the pretty Young girl.
Because. replied her father, with
an angry glance at her across the par
lor table, Il discovered that he was in
league with y0u, having driven you to
the park, where YOU frequently met
Tom Lane. whom | forbade continuing
paying his attentions to YOU. And
mind, Mamie, if | catch you playing
me any more tricks of that sort, oil YOU
go. bag and baggage, to some Catholic
convent, where you will but see the
light once n day, and then only for re-
creation
Papa. we discussed the subject Of
my love for poor Tom mt some length
before, and it is unkind of you to refer
to it 50 heartlessly."
Then, said the old gentleman,
grimly, lyon should not be foolish
enough to waste your heart on 50 abom-
Unable young scamp. Ii you marry
at all il must be man who can afford
the Injuries have always given You.
Tom Lane is merely clerk, and can
barely live decently alone on his paitry
income
''You were no better off than he when
you married mamma
"There there. That will do missr
Numbered the old gentleman, striking
the table with his fist to emphasize his
words 'What / had before You were
born is not the question. 1t is sufficient
for me that you have all yourlifc enjoy
ed the necessities my present wealth
procured, and it suilices that | am sem
sible enough to look out for your future
welfare, for your own sake. Now my
friend, Bullwinllle, has asked permits
sion to court
->Oh. my graciousr' interrupted
Mamie, stopping her dainty ears with
her small shapely, pink and white
fiji gers in a paroxysm of dismay. "Ihai
old fogy?0
but, Mamie
Il WON'T | won't. I'd sooner marry
your grandfather lirstn'
Il tell you he is rich, and"
Il don't care if lie is! | hate the old
wretch-so Lhere"'
Lord bless mer' gasped the old gen.
tleman, Scrambling to his feet in cold
perspiration at this onslaught and his de.
feat '.She has cot tongue like a
lash, he muttered. but | tell you,
miss he exclaimed aloud, rs he polish
ed his bald head with his handkerchief
energetically. Il have my eye on you,
and you shall not fool me again, No.
ma am-Im on the lookout nowl'
That's rightg' blazed Mamie, with
shortened breath flashing eyes, while
her velvcty cheeks glowed crimson.
"Watch me-hire detective to watch
me-do. Tie me up in room-starye
me if YOU will, or beat me- shall not
complaint
"Ohr groaned her father, dismally;
"she's madr' and he rushed out of the
room. "Shes perfect yiXenV' he
gaSpetl. ,------ -''-''---- -
He waited a minute, and as all was
profoundly still, he softly turned the
knob and cautiously poked his head in
to the room again. Ii he expected an
assault he was mistaken; for, instead. n
touching sight met his view. His ca
PRECIOUS little daughter was kneeliug be-
side the lounge and seemed to be weep
inc convulsiyely. His heart smote him,
and a look of compassion crossed his
face, for he dearly loved his motherless
daughter. There was a tall pier-glass
opposite her, and he casually glanced
at her reflection. A look of disgust
crossed his face, for she was not cry
ing, as he supposed, but laughing so
hard at his recent discontinue that she
could scarcely stiile her merrment
1t was with the most profound skep-
ticsm of the reverence and obedience
OF daughters in general to fond fathers
that the old gentleman retreated quietly
from the parlor and rushed upstairs to
his own apartments
That very afternoon Mamie wrote
Tom long letter, secretly posted 1t,
and he received it in due time. The re-
suit of this was meeting of the lovers
the following morning; brit untortun-
ately, Mr.. Hunt accidently met them,
and marching mis- wilful daughter
home, babe Tom begone, and never
dare speak to her again.
In answer to letter the cd gentle
man had written to an applicant for the
position Of coachman, that afternoon he
met the man ut the stable door He
was thiek-set Celt, having fiery red
hair. a red frame of whiskers around
his tlfLN lace. WHICH udl IuOiiACu hiNNlf
with his red nose, and was attired in a
shabby, thread-bare suit OF clothes much
too large for him.
Your recommendation is uneXcep-
tonally good" commented Mr.. Hunt,
CHANGING at the paper the man had Civ
en- him.
"Bedad, sur. | dhruv the ould mast
hers horses this tin year
But why did you leave his employs"
"Bekase 1 had to, yer amer"
discharged, eh?'
"Yis. sur"
Then l cannot hire you, 0Dono
van
'Why?"
Il do not want q discharged man,
Michael
"But begob, | couldn't help it, sur.
ooh, very likely indeed.
'Faix the ould masther died; ne hac
no family, an constantly there was nc
more wurruck fer me ter do.
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