Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1896-03-26
THE WIDOW MARIN.
BY the Author of "Natalies Ordeal,
"EupAI, uyn, "A Vain Sacri
zee" Etc
(Continued.)

Lis LLOSS oNI SlAy iOAlS. 1A4A SNBANS' Wa
less, his mouth bearded slit. But
the beard was scanty, the whiskers
struggling and, like his hair, which
was dark, were auburn bronze, tend
ing to gray.
The habitual expression OF his face
was hard and keen, relaxing but
seldom. Loo the older she grew,
found herself wondering more and
more how such a woman as her
mother had ever married such man.
He had strange story to relate. He
had been attacked by man in the
suburbs of Toronto, a man whom he
had recognized as the party he had
foreclosed on and evicted last year.
Father exclaimed Loo" wildly,
that man was here the morning you
went away. He must have followed
you to Toronto.
who told him | had gone to Tor
onto?" demanded her father.
II did," she said, quietly.
Then you'd no business TO. You've
no business TO tell any one where
am. Anyhow, I've laid his feet fast
for one sixty days. Maybe he'll be
more civil next time he meets me.
What have you done, father
asked Loo, with assumed calm.
Paid him out-as he deserved |
was comm along the Hamilton road,
when the fellow overlook me, an
says he Il think he was a little in
drink, You , we'll, | needn't so
over what he said; but it's just what
they all say when they can't pay up
their interest; blame it on hard times
or sickness or anything but their own
want of management. Anyhow, he
swore IT was all through me torecloS-
ing that his vile died and said he'd
be even with me yet an when |
laughed at him he ups with his tis,
and struck me. or course, | turned
the police and that same night they
had him safe in the cells He got
sixty days rom the magistrate this
morning and went out OF the court,
swearin he'd be revenged on me yet,
but | guess he'll cool his heels by the
time he puts in them two months. A
pretty story! That man can't take
his own accordin to law without be-
ing attacked for it on the public
highway"
Loo sat with knitted brows and
troubled eyes listening to her fathers
recital.
You will want your supper" she
said, rising and proceeding to lay the
cloth. Mr.. liiil rose, too.
Yes, | feel as if could eat some
thing now he remarked; I'll go and
put these papers away first, though
What papers, father?" asked Loo,
cycling the legal-loolling document he
produced from his pocket.
Its mortgage | took on a feller's
lown property tor 81 900 He's got
nto deep water, what with hard
ines and one thing or other and
eants it Tor a lift in his business.
Capital mortgage and good interest.
He wanted it Tor Z per cent, but
held out and got s. You see, Loo, you
were down on me for selling up that
ItllONs Jul IL l ICLhh hOllC llllL an
got my own again with interest
couldn't have helped this other bust
ness man in his hour OF need. It's
money that makes money
Loo sighed and went on setting the
supper her young face taking on an
old, caeworn look. Once or twice she
paused with her hands clasped tight
before her on her way to and from
the cupboard and once her thoughts
escaped her in low murmured words:
Mother always said it was wrong
to make mans extremity an oppor-
tunity to squeeze money out OF him,
That's only helping him downward.
Mr.. Hill, returning, heard the muir
muir and looked at her uneasily
Who are you talking to, Loo?' he
said, glancing around. Where's old
Nam
Sick in bed, answered Loo.
Shell have to git if she's going to
lie in bed like that half the time.
don't blieye in payin out money and
getting no work done for it"
II guess she works Tor all she gets,
retorted Loo. quickly.
How did you get on with the
horses and the milking and the churn-
ing?"
"Oh, l got on all right enough, and
with the washing and the baking and
the ironing and the housekeeping and
everything else besides, she said
dryly, so dryly that her father shot
another very uneasy glance at her as
he sat down TO supper
oh, we'll, he said, with a show Of
conjunction, well be having man
coming round to hire one Of these
days and he can do a lot of chores Tor
you and Nan. Make it sort Of
lighter.
"Thvre was one yesterday, but you
weren't here of course. l advised him
to try Mr.. Myers"
Why the dooce didn't you keep