The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-04-17

1 hiNht' ny tuc HcW dIIduSOiHcHt IL Has
doubled. You can pay this bill and
retain the same amount"
~ can? How nice! / thought l
would have to 90 out as nurse maid or
something. Mr.. Barker, when is
your client coming, who owns the
house? | feel as if were an intruder.
somehow"
You are not The favor is to him.
| have his word for it,
She still fingered. "Mr. Barker, you
have been SO kind and good. wish |
could do something for you. If l can
ever. will you let me?"
Eyes, Miss Ford
Effie left the office with queer dis
satisfied feeling at her heart. Down
the browsing street, filled with law
a corner she collided with a rakish-
looking youth. He recovered himself
with an apology. There was such a
frank look in his bright, blue eyes,
that Effie took to him at once. He ac-
companied her as far as the gate,
opened it, and, with bow, turned
toward the open plaza. ''What very,
very nice, accommodating boy" was
Effic's mental comment.
She met the very nice boy fire.
quently after this. He was eighteen,
and quite idle He obtained conven-
| tional ntroduction-Bert Gwynne was
his name-and he constituted himself
Etfiie's veritable double. On the street
at church, Mr. Bert Gwynne was al
ways present, and he assumed the atti-
tude with such an of-course-it-is-agree
able-to-you air, that Effie became in
censed. and determined to give him a
| piece of her mind.
One day he commenced to poke fun
at ''old Gabe Barker Then the
dynamite exploded.
Hes not DID," she flashed.
Forty if he's an hour insisted the
provoking.
II say he is not, declared the frank
little lady. ANY how he's not pre-
suming boy great acrimony in the last
words.
He II make you marry him after a
while; now you see. He bought up ev-
cry one of those notes, =" cried the badly
conducted.
what notes? Tell met Effie was
atlame.
Your fathers. Who do you sup
pose paid the debts? Why, Gabe Bark
er, out of his own pocket. This very
house is his, continued he.
You are wicked person, and don t
believe one word you say" burst out
Ellie.
1T isn't such mighty thing after
all. I'd do ever so much more, Effie,
if you'd let me. But you called me
presuming, and it made me angry"
so you are. hate you, and I'm
going this minute to Mr. Barker" She
flung on her hat.
Il wouldn't. Let it alone. He's
well able to do it if he wishes" Bert
thought he had never seen Ellie so de-
sirable, as with that angry pout and
the infinite air of scorn with which she
regarded him.
"Mr. Barker, is it so? Tell me. |
will know" with tear-fushed face she
raided in on him. They say that papa
died-insolvent, and-and you bought
up his no-otes, and-tell mer' she inn
plored passionately.
''Effie, don't! you will be i'll. Who
told you such cruel things?" He shut
fed his papers in agitation.
Bert Gwynne. He says it is the talk
of the place, and
Heavens. What has she almost said:
Hell make you marry him after a
while" He marry her! such an insig
nificant nobody.
''Et1ie, listen; am not going to deny
what | have DONE
Then you did! OH She went
down by the stiff old clients chair in
a heap, and hid her face in her hands.
"Chld, what could do? The cred
itors threatened There was nothing
to pay them, and you looked so little
and helpless. Besides, it is only dis
charging an old obligation. Your
father was very kind to me when was
a poor lad. Ellie, don't be angry"
(Sob, sob from the rounds of the
chair.
'Is the house yours too?"
by heavens, Ellie, if you ask me any
thing more I'll deny every thing" des-
perately.
is it. say?" tempestuously.
Gabrielle Barker was as abashed as if
he had been confronted with selling il
legal whisky.
''Do you hold those notes?'
C"Confound that meddlesome Gwynne
boy; I'll thrash him tomorrow, if l
live). Yes, Effic, but they are yours.
l have left them to you in my will.
Here they are" laying a bundle in her
lap.
s'Take them away. will not have
them she said excitedly. "Unless-
Mr.. Barker--you tell me how-I-can-
pay-you."
'Will you. if tell you, Efie?"
He opened his arms, and she crept
close to his heart, whispering:
Yes, Gabriel"
"How could you afford it? Didn't it
take quantities of money!"
"You remember an uncle. who died
in California, a year ago? He left me a
hundred thousand dollars. l have
saved twenty-five thousand and the
house; so you won't be quite destitute,
sweetheart. . a. ~
Destitute? Sheba's queenwas not as
wealthy. She didn't own.my Gabriel. y
They were married in the morning.
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