Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-05-10

"Ithought tcas done Uith you foTerer'
'I will sign anything you say" Philip
had risen, and was crossing to the paymaster's
office WATT" insisted the lawyer, II will
write an agreement in minuten
"Your agreement, eh! No, won't trouble
''Have you $500 in the safe, Mr.. Smith?
Coupon bonds will do. Thank you"
'Will you step in here as soon as posi-
ble9" said the paymaster, as he handed him
the bonds, "Therc is very important
matt
"Yes, certainly. Please send up stairs for
Bales, / want to see him.
At tho foot of the stairs Bales and Gid
dings passed each other.
"Good morning, Bailes," began Philip,
| without turning his face to his discharged
servant, "I suppose l was q little harsh in
sending you away as did. "He spoke hur
riedly, as if it were q painful task he were
| performing. "Let this make it up to you,"
and the mill owner threw q roll Of bills on
| the table much as man would throw bone
| to a dog, though he would have been hearty
| if he could have forced his tongue to do the
| false service. The man took up the money
with the air of the trained waiter taking up
his fee. He asked no questions be uttered no
| thanks. He understood. Philip was filled
with shame, and the fellows silence made it
very hard for him.
"If you arc faithful to me-" Philip looked
| fixedly at the wall over the rascal's head, 81
may be able to do something handsome for
you,"
As Philip went out he glanced on neither
| side, but unhitched his horses and drove Off
as if pack of wolves were behind him. He
never dreamed of cause of fear from the
pretty, black eyed woman who sat on the
| seat with him, who was amiable enough to
keep up the conversation all the way home in
| spite of tho ungraciousness of the others.
| After Mrs. Ellingsworth had alighted at her
house Bertha said, in displeased tone:
II so wanted to go through the mill" But
her husband did not hear. He was thinking
how mighty his gold was 1t had purchased
them four weeks of immunity, four weeks Of
honor; their honeymoon. It surely would
| control this dangerous servant since it had
worked so marvelously with thA lawyer.
II am SO anxious tc see how cloth is made, "
| persisted Bertha, never losing sight Of her
| object
TO bo sure the servant had had personal Of
| fense with his master He might not, un-
naturally, cherish malice. Gold is a SOW
| eregn balm for wounded pride; but wouldn't
| it have been wiser to havc given him more
since he gave him something! He must at
| tend to the matter tomorrow. Perhaps, after
all, there might be some hope for his wife
and for him. How glorious it was to be rich
| and have power to save her. He would scat
ter his wealth like leaves in autumn for her
sake. His mill; yes, he would even sell his
dear old mill, and pay out its price as the
price of one year after another of respite,
| till he and she grew SO poor at last that even
their enemies and tormentors would weep for
them, and let his beautiful bride lie down to
die in piece.
"You really must take me through the
mills tomorrow"
Philip had alighted and held up his hands
to help Bertha to the ground. She held back
o moment with new pretty coquettishness
''Vlill yous" she said.
Hs had not even heard her before. He
smiled with his fine rare tenderness as he
aRwered very gently, Anything you like
Bsrtha." Then he caught her into his arms
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