Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1898-06-16

like you for them"
She paused an instant and looked
intently and gravely at Mr.. Deane,
The color rose to hiB cheek---it vas
not disagreeable to be told by
pretty young girl that she liked him,
on any terms, yet she had indulged
in pretty plain speaking.
81 have HEARD" she went or, "of
you doing kind actions when you
were III 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
overbearing! If l were your mother,
and you u little boy, should cer-
tainly put you in corner until you
promised to be good"
Mr.. Doane smiled, although he
was getting angry. Olive went on
with tho utmost composure.
"But as it is, shall only keep you
here a prisoner until you have be-
haved, and given mo your word not
to annoy my aunt again for rent
until she is able to pay you. Then,
and not until then, will you receive
your money. Do you promise 2--yes
or no |"
81 certainly shall agree to no such
terms," said MIR. Deane, tartly.
every well, sir, 1 can wait"
Miss Mellen deposited the key in
the pocket of her gray dress, and sat
down to her copying. Had she been
a man, Mr.. Deane would probably
have knocked her down-as it was
she wore an invisible armor of power
in the fact that she was a fragile,
slight woman, and she knew it.
"Mliss Olive" he said, sternly, "let
us terminate this mummery. Un-
lock that door I"
"Mr. Deane, [ will not"
"I shall shout and alarm the neigh
borhood then, Or call policeman"
every well, Mr.. Deane, do so, if you
please"
She dipped her pen in the ink and
began on fresh page. Matthew sat
down puzzled and discomforted, and
watched the long-lashed eyes and
family tinted cheek of his keeper.
She was very pretty-what pity
she was 30 obstinate.
"Miss Olive %
eSir ?"
"The clock has just struck twelve"
81 he,. I'd it,"
81 should like to 60 out and get
some lunch"
81 am sorry that that luxury is out
of your power"
"But Pm confounded hungry"
care you2 ?"
"And Pm not going to stand this
sort of thing any longer"
"No?"
How provokingly nonchalant she
was. Mr.. Deane eyed tho pocket of
the gray dress greedily, and walked
up and down the room pettishly.
ii have an appointment at one."
"Indeed what q pity you will be
unable to keep it."
He took another turn across the
room. Olive looked up with a smile.
"Well, are you ready to promise ?"
"IIang it, yes what else can
do ?"
"You promise ?"
81 do, because l can't help my
self"
Olive drew the key from her
pocket, with softened eyes.
"You have made me very happy,
MIR. Deaae. l dare say you think
mo unwomaniy and unfoIniniilo, but
indeed you do not know to what ax-
tremities we are driven by poverty.
Good morning, sir"
Mr.. Deane sailed forth with o
curious complication of thoughts and
emotions struggling through his
brain, in which gray dresses, long
lashed blue eyes, and scarlet ribbons
played q 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.
81 pity her husband" thought Mr..
Deane, as he turned the papers over
on his desk. "How she will henpcok
himl BY the way, wonder who
her husband will be 2''
The next day he called at tho
Widow Clarkson's to assure Miss
MelIen that he had no idea of break
ing his promise, and the next but
one after that he came to tell the
young lady she need entertain no