The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1898-08-24

lntentIy G.N gfdVely at MT. DedHt
The color rose . his cheek it was not
disagreeable to be told by pretty
young girl that she liked him. on any
terms. yet she had INDUCED in pretty
plain speaking.
Il have heard" she went on, of
your doing kind actions when you
were in the humOr OF it. You can do
them, and you shall in this instance.
You are cross this morning. you know
you are Hush no excuse. you are
selfish and irritable and Overbearingi
II | were your mother. and you a lit
tie boy, should certainly put you in
a corner until you promised to be
good.
Mr. Deane smiled, although he was
getting angry. Olive went on with the
utmost composure.
But as it Is, / shall only keep you
here prisoner until you have be-
hayed, and given me your word not 10
annoy my aunt again for rent, until
she is able to pay you. Then, and not
until then, will you receive your mon
ey DO you PROMISE Yes or no.
Il certainly shall agree to no such
terms" said Mr. Deane. tartly.
Very we'll, sir | can wait.
Miss Mellen deposited the key in the
pocket Of her grey dress and sat down
to her copying Had she been Il man,
Mr.. Deane would probably have
knocked her down as it was. she wore
an invisible arm0r OF power in the
very fact that she was a fragile
slight woman, and she knew it.
Miss olive" he said, sternly. let
US terminate this mummery. Unlock
that door"
Mr.. Deane. | will not"
Il shall shout and alarm the neigh
borhood, then, or call a policeman"
VERY well. Mr. Deane. do 50. il you
please"
She dipped her pen in the ink and
began on fresh page Matthew sat
down puzzled and discounted. and
watched the long dashed eyes and
family tinted cheek of his keeper.
was so obstinate
Miss olive"
Sir"
The clock has just struck twelve"
Il heard 1t.
Il should like to 20 out to get some
lunch"
Il am sorry that that luxury is out
of your power.
But I'm confounded hungry"
Are YOU"
And I'm not going to stand this
sort OF thing any longer.
Mo-"
How provokingly nonchalant she
was Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket Of
the grey dress greedily, and walked
up and down the room pettishy.
II have an appointment at one"
Indeed, What pity you will be
unable to keep 1t. !"
He took another turn across the
room Olive looked up with a smile
We'll, are you ready TO promise?"
Hang 1t, yes What else can | do2"
You promise?"
II do, because | cant help myself"
Olive drew the key from her pocket.
with softened eyes
You have made me very happy. Mr.
Deanc. dare say you think me I'M
womanly and unfeminine, but indeed
you do not know To what eXtremities
we are driven by poverty, Good morn
ing. sir"
Mr. Deane sailed forth with curl
Gus complication of thoughts and emo
tons struggling through his brain, In
which grey dresses, long lashed blue
eyes. and scarlet ribbons played a
prominent part
Did you get the money. sir" asked
the clerk, when he walked into the
office
Mind your business. sir" was the
tart response.
Il pity her husband" thought Mr..
Deane as he turned the papers over
on his neck, How she win henpeck
| him. BY the way, | wonder who her
husband will be-"
The next day he called at the Wild
ow Clarkson's to assure Miss Mellen
that he had no idea of breaking his
promise and the next but one after
that, he came to tell the young lady
she need entertain no doubt of his in
tegrity And the next week he
dropped in on them with no particular
errand to serve as an excuse
When shall we he married. olive
Next month. dearest? DO not let us
| put it off later
Il have no wishes hut yours, Mat
thew"
Really. Miss Olive Mellen, to hear
that meek tone one would suppose YOU
had never locked me up here, and
! tyrannized over me as a jailer
Olive burst into a merry laugh
You dear old Matthew, | give YOU
warning beforehand that | mean to
have my own way in everything. Do
YOU wish to reeede from your bargain?
! II is not too late yet.
No. Matthew Deane didn't, he had
vague idea that il would be very
pleasant to be henpecked by olive!