Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-07-15

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an scrub for me. I'd like to know9"
"Not Irene, guess" said old Mrs.
Simmons, who stood by the gate.
"Irene's got sort o. tried o. the way you
manage matters, Deacon Parsons"
"But," suffered the deacon, eth
cost me dollar an harf a week to get
Nancy Nutting here"
"I shouldn't wonder" said Mrs. Sim
mons.
az guess" snarled Parsons, "Irene'll
find I've got word to say on this ere
question:"
But Irene had more spirit than he had
given her credit for.
"I've got to have Clothes" said she,
'san' I've got to earn little money of
my own. And Pm goin' to earn it this
way"
"You hain't no business in that house
nor ON that land," snarled the old man,
"unless you rent it of me-"
"It's my mothers land, not yoursa"
flashed out Irene.
"And Pm your guardeen till you're
twenty-one"
"Not legally2" cried Irene.
"Wal, il you want TO take 1t into the
law courts, Pm willin'," said Parsons.
az guess you'll find out Tn light. And
what's more, leased that land last
week for five years, to Squire Toland's
son. He's notion to go into the to-
bacco- raisin' business"
"But," gasped Irene, "Tve papered
the house and painted it, and furnished
It'll And my city boarders are coming
next week."
81 can't help that" chuckled Par
sons. "You might a.took counsel with
me. But look a-here, Irene. l don't
want to see ye cornered. You can let
your boarders come here to this house.
It's deal coinfortabler an more slightly
than the other one, and the hay hands
can hev them little chambers in the barn
loft. Thar's room for all of en-"
"And will you allow me for my
worka" eagerly questioned Irene.
"I'll allow ye your board an clothes"
said the flinty- y-hea. sod old man. San
that's all ye're wuth."
"No," said Irene, firmly. "If l am
to be your maid f-all-work, father,
must have a maid d-of-all- works wages"
"Well, We WON'T" indifferently spoke
Deacon Parsons, as he put his clay pipe
on the windowsill.
Aud as he watched Irene go out of the
room, he muttered TO himself:
81 guess I've got her this time"
Quietly and silently, like one smitten
by deadly blow, the girl put on her
hat and walked quietly up the dusty
road to the old farmhouse where her
mother had been born.
The windows were all open, the pretty
muslin curtains fluttered in the wind, the
cinnamon roses were all In bloom.
In the kitchen the carpenter was put
ting up the last wooden shelves. Miss
Merritt was hanging bull linen shades
in the parlor window.
Irene stood at the foot Of the garden
path, dreading to go in and tell her how
the deacon had frustrated all their plans
by his willy Vaccinations.
Just at that moment there came a
quick, elastic tread down the road. II
was Harry Tolland himself-the young
fellow newly returned from Montreal.
"Irene!" he cried, gaily. "Is it youi
Well, what do you think OF my new
speculation, CHI IIalloal Why. there's
some one living in the house! Your
father never told me-
"a woman was planning to take sum
mer boarders," said Irene, In choked
voice. "Women haln't many ways OF
earmn' livin', you know"
"Well, she'll have to earn hers some
other way" said Tolland, lightly. "I've
leased this land aud I'm going to live In
this house, Aud want you TO live there
with me. Don't start so, Irene, " passing
his arm caressingly around her poor little
ealico-ead waist. 'I've always loved
you since | was boy, and I've always
looked forward TO this time. viii you
marry me, Irenei Wen buy the furni-
ture of the boarding, house keeper, II il
soIl 10 lose money through me, aud we'll
move right in. Come, dearest, let us go
through our own house togetherl"
For hvr head had fallen oa his
shoulder. She hal burst into an April
storm Of smiles aud tears.
"Oh," she cried, lit seems as II
must be dreamiugl DO you love inc,
llarryi DO you really care for poor,
stupid, Insignificant me a.
''l love you, Irene he answsFed slm-
ply, "pon't tell you that | always
loved your
'rhen, Harry" she whispered, she,
me tell sou a secret, In the boarding
house keeper"
Aud she eonli.lcl TO his aslonlshed
ears the whole story oi her venture,
"And yea must let me 90 aa all the
same, llaFtYl" eoaKei she, "iieeause
sou know, dear, we'te young people Just
heglnnlng tho world, and saat 70 eonr
tribute my share, Aud Miss Msui1l has
assisted nae. and she musl be paid, Aad,
Oh, lIaiy, | stall be 80 proud ta DO
something o. help my husband I"
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tau aee, "a 30 sage, IA yon kups im
proud u faa'
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