The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1900-05-26

do them, and you shall In this instance
You are cross this morning-you Kno"
you are! Hush! no excuse; you are
selfish and irritable and overbearing
II I were your mother, and you Ut
tie boy, I 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, l shall only keep you
here prisoner until you have behaved
and given me your word not to annoy
my aunt again for rent until she Is aolf
to pay you. Then, and not until tneh
will you receive your money. DO you
| promise? Yes or MOI"
II certainly shall agree to no sucl
| terms" said Mr.. Deane, tartly.
very we'll, sir; l can wait"
Miss Mellen deposited the key IN tn'
pocket of her gray dress and sat oo"i
to her copying. Had she been man
Mr.. Deane would probably hav'
knocked her down: as it was, she wor
an invisible armor of power in the yer!
fact thatf she was a fragile, sign
woman. nd she knew it.
"Miss olive" he said, sternly, lie
us terminate this mupmery. unioc
that door!"
"Mr. Deane. I will rot"
81 shall shout and alarm the neigh
borhood, then, or call ia policeman"
n,. svsry WE'LL Mr.. Ds'fs' do ''' If 20
She dipped her pen In the ink an
began on a fresh page. Matthew 81
down, puzzled and discounted, an
watched the long-lashed eyes an
family tinged cheek of his keeper. ST
was very pretty-what a pity she WI
. so obstinate!
miss Olive!"
| "Sir?'
"The clock has Just struck IL"
IT heard it."
, al should like to go out and get son
. lunch"
81 am sorry that that luxury is o
/, of your power"
3 "But I'm COMPOUNDED hungry.
. Are your"
"And I'm not going to stand IL
9 sort of thing any longer"
J, Nor"
: How provokingly nonchalant 8
u was. Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket OF t
gray dress greedily, and walked
and down the room pettishly.
81 have an appointment at l."
Indeed! What pity you will be
able to keep IT."
He took another turn across
room. Olive looked up with smile
"Well, are you ready to promise!'
Hang it, yes! What else can
do?"
"You promise?"
81 do, because l can't help mysel
Olive drew the key from her poe
with softened eyes.
"You have made me very happy,
Deane. l dare say you think me
womanly and unfeminine, but Ind
YOU. do not know to what extremit
we are driven by poverty. Good-mo
| ing, SIR"
Il Mr.. Deane sailed forth with a CT
I Gus complication of thoughts and Ell
lions struggling through his brain,
which gray dresses, long-lasned [
i eyes and scarlet ribbons played
prominent part.
JR did you get the money, sir?' as
the clerk, when he walked into the
ng fee.
no mind your business, SIR was
nd tart response.
Ike 81 pity her husband" thought
Deane. as he turned the papers
"A nm his desk, How she will hem
W. him, BY the way, wonder who
husband will be?'
ISIS The next day he called at the WI
Clarkson's to assure Miss Mellen
of he had no idea of breaking his pl
her Use and the next but one after tina
NV came to tell the young lady she
entertain no doubt of his integ
.itv Ard the next week he dropped II
rlet them with no particular errand
he'd serve as an excuse!
when shall we be married, y
Next month, dearest? Do not le
put it off later"
lust 81 have no wishes but yours,
icer thew"
ton Really, Miss Olive Mellen, to
that meek tone one would suppos.
ind had never locked me up here and
annized over me as jailer."
her Olive burst into a merry laugh
zane "You dear old Matthew; | give
he warning beforehand that l meal
had have my own way in everything
,ked YOU wish to recede from your bar
then 1t is not too late yet"
No, Matthew Deane didn't; N
ated vague idea that it would be
nleasant to be henpecked by Oli'
" be