Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1885-11-14

there's Dolly buttons hand to pre-
it" she said, as she extended her ha
impulsively.
aYou may not believe it, but v
are an angell" exclaimed Plttac
Y Green, as he pressed the little han
she had given him.
$50 your name is Dolly Duttol
Delightful-Dolly Dutton is pret
name?' and the queer individu
looked at her admiringly.
"Now, tell me truly, what brin;
you here ?"
@As I said before, a monster of
hero.n
"And do you expect to find mon
ter here?"
"Yes; one in particular, Dunsta
Kirke, the miller of Blackburn Mil
he is the monster that | mean-tl
rarest monster / ever heard Of
monster of goodness, who, during th
last ten years, has saved from deaf
by drowning at least forty souls, wit
their bodies attached to them."
"And so you came here to see m
surly old uncle, who saves other pee
pie, perhaps, while he destroys his owl
daughter
DESTROYS his own daughter ?" e2
claimed Pittacus, becoming interested
"Does he destroy her often-I mean
| frequently? Your uncle must be /;
charming old creature"
"Come and sit down in the porch
it is cooler there, and 1 can talk ant
work at the same time, and I'll tel
you all about him." said Dolly, as she
ran up the steps to the porch.
She gave Pittacus chair near the
table, and remarked:
81 shall do so, Miss Dolly" replied
Pittacus, as he seated himself.
"Well, sir, you have heard of the
number of persons my uncle has res
cued, but have you heard of the one
he has sold p
"No; who was it?"
"The pride of his family, sir-my
cousin, Hazel Kirke; she's the one
that's sold.'
"Oh, she is, indeed Poor thing
she has my profound sympathy. for
I've been often sold myself. Who
sold herr"
"Her own feyther, Dunstan Kirke,
your hero"
"Dear me, why did he do it?"
Dolly Dutton hesitated q moment,
for she thought she had no right to
take an utter stranger into her con-
fidence.
Pittacus Green read her thoughts,
ana said:
you can trust me, Miss Dolly, we
are strangers, but on the honor of
gentleman, | will not betray your con-
fdence"
"I believe you. I will trust you,"
replied Dolly, frankly.
"You do me much honor to say so;
and / can conscientiously say that
you make no mistake in thus regard
ing me-"
ayes, I feel 1 can trust you,"
answered the young girl with smile;
"and l will tell you how my uncle has
acted toward my Cousin Hazel. Dun
stan Kirke loves his old mill more
than anything else in the world. Five
years ago the bank that held my
uncle's savings broke, and the old man
was about to lose the mill when Aaron
Rodney loaned him money without
interest or security"
"Hc was a jolly old idiot. What
was his little game ?"
"When the mill was safe Dunstan
Kirke asked the squire what he could
10 to prove his thankfulness ?"
"Oh, now, smell rat" said Pitta-
,us. smiling.
"Well, sir, the squire told my uncle
hat he would like to send Hazel
lway to school to have her educated,
md when she was old enough he |
would make her his wife and mistress |
II Rodney Hall"
@Just so; that's the rat smelt, ah,
h precisely. Rodney goes to her, |
makes love to her, fills her head with |
pictures and tells her of the good his |
wealth will do for her and hers. She, |
thoughtless child, makes a rash
promise to an old scoundrel, which |
,romise is sure to play the dev-Me
with them both"
aWhy, man, how did you know
hat :" asked Dolly in surprise.
quite simply;I guessed it." replied |
leaning over the table and
ooking at Dolly, smilingly.
"Well, then, you are not such a fool
S you look"
@Bless you for those kind words"
iaculated Pittacus with bow. "But
ell me what became OF your cousin ?"
Five years ago she was sent to
chool; six months since she re-
urned."
"She is awfully fond of old Rod, OF
curse ?"
"She is proud, sir, and does not say
1uch; but /, who love her, read her
cart, and | know that Aaron Rodney
not the man she loves"
"Egad, the situation inspires mel
What would you say if were to clear
our Cousin Hazel of her bargain with
ne squire ?"
"That you were the best man that
yer crossed the threshold of Black
urn Mill" replied Dolly promptly.
"That being the case, what would
on give to have it done 2"
Anything I've got"
Even your heart? ?"
"La, man, 1 haven't got any,"
"Well, will you give me this fash
,nable substitute?" ?" asked Pittacus
4reen, as he pointed to her hand.
"Yes, if YOU care to take il"
nswered Dolly, sticking out her dirty
and, which was soiied from peeling
lie vegetables.
Pittacus Green came and stood be-
de her. Taking her hand in his he
nd to her:
"It's little, moldy, misty, millery
and. | mean it is stained by honest
Ibor. Ye Gods" he cried, shaking
er hand, "this is romance, and I'm
le Roman; but seriously, Miss Dolly,
II outwit old Rod or die"
"But how, man, how?"
"You may not believe it" said the
individual, "but [ once had
mother who could never wind yarn
ithout making a snarl. never
0uld undo the snarl without telling a
arm"
"What of that?"
"I have great faith in the power OF
arm to undo a snarl. Now, there's a
larl in this family. Give me leave
, tell yarns enough and I'll guarantee
, undo the snarI," and he laughed at
is odd conceit.
Dolly looked at him surprised; for
ittacus was such queer specimen
humanity that she did not quite
omprehend him.
Seeing the perplexed look on the
oung girls face, he smiled blandly
nd said, "I am awful sorry about the
hole business, because you seem to
el so badly about it. But do you {