Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1883-11-22

have got"
"Ah!" and Dolly blushed like sum-
&C in October.
"Yes, I'm well, " pursued Mr.. Wig
gin, perseveringly, land I'm tolerable
well-to-do, with nothing to hinder my
marrying again, providing ] can see
woman to my mind"
There's the deacon's widow, sug-
gested Dolly, oficiously; 'she's pious,
economical"
"She's left with means enough to
carry her through handsomely inter
rupted Mr.. Wiggin, quickly. "Now
I'd rather have wife TO provide for
one that needed home. In fact, Dol,
ly, have my eye on little woman |
want this very minute"
He had both eyes on for that mat
ter, and Miss Dolly was forced to rec
ognize the situation, whether she ac-
cepted 1t or not.
1--we managed to sweeten my tea so
far, David, without calling upon my
neighbors,' chirruped she STOPPING to
lay straight the braided mat. and |
might as we'll keep on. l don't feel it
tax as some folks would. But there's
Martha Dunning she's having a hard
time to get along. Why don't you
take her, David? She'd appreciate
such a nice home as yours
1T would seem as if most any wo-
man might said Mr.. Wiggin in an
injured tone; "all finished off com
plete, painted outside and in"
Shed he delighted with it-I'm
sure of it, broke in Miss Dolly, with
an air OF conviction, as she darted into
the kitchen to lift the boiling kettle
from the crane.
But you don't mean that you won't
marry me, Dolly?" pleaded Mr.. Wig
gin, anxiously following her to the
door. Il have been doting on seeing
you at the head Of things at my
house."
Martha is a good manager said
Miss Dolly, cody. David needn't
think he can buy me with new set Of
bulldings!" added she, mentally snap
ping down the lid of the pug.nosed
teapot. II never did have the name
of being cropping"
Il tell you, Dolly, ] won't have
Martha. | don't like her turn!" cried
Mr.. Wlggin testify balancing himself
on the threshold yet not daring to step
over it.
Miss Dolly gave her undivided at
tention to wringing the hearth.
"You know you was always the
woman of my choice, Dolly" pursued
Mr.. Wiggin, as tenderly as he could
consistently with the distance between
them "And when we were both
young"
"Pshaw!" snapped Dolly, scorch-
Ing her wing, that's beyond the
memory of man.
Mr.. Wiggln's position was becom-
ing painful. Miss Dolly was not to be
won by the attractions of wealth and
position, nor even by tender illusions
to the past. He would appeal to her
kindness of heart.
Il used to believe you had some
feeling, Dolly said he, tremulously;
"but you don't seem to have any for
me. Here | am left here all alone IN
the world children all paired of,
thaut's Matilda, and she'll g before
the snow flies; house empty
Il suppose you can have home
with any of your boys and welcome
put in Miss Dolly, still tluttering about
the chimney like swallow.
Eyes, if worse comes to worse |
suppose | can, assented Mr. Wiggin,
mournfully anything but consoled by
his reflection. 'It would break me
up terribly, though, you may depend,
to give up my place that l set so much
by and crowd myself on my children"
No response save the clatterlng of
the tongs.
And it's dreadful melancholy bu-
siness for a man at my time of life to
drag along without partner. I'm
getting too old, Dolly" and Mr.. Wig.
gin brushed his sleeve across his eyes
as feruled school-boy might have
done. Eyes, I'm getting to be old,
Dolly, and IL stands to reason that l
haven't many years to live: but l did
hope that we might 60 down hill to-
gether, Dolly, you chirking up with
that spry way of your'n that l always
took to, and carrying the heft Of
Here Miss Dolly gave little sniff,
worth mentioning for the ef-
feet it produced on Mr.. Wiggin.
"Can't you make up your mind to
have me, Dolly?' pleaded Mr.. Wig
gin. 81 don't see how | am going to
stand it if you can't"
"1hen Miss Martha wouldn't suit"
said Miss Dollie, archiy. "What a
shame now, when she needs property
50 much"
Hang the property! Id mortgage
the whole of the farm rather than not
get you'll" cried Mr.. Wlggin. with a
vehemence that quite closed her mouth.
And so at last he had Miss Dolly.
We Owe
A debt of gratitude to the German wo-
men and physicians who have deyel-