Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1900-02-01
PRISONER OF WAR ;
A Landlord Goes to Collect His
Rent and Instead Gets Col
lected Himself.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
"No rent again this month"; This is
the third time it has happened within
the half year. I'll go there myself and
get the money, or III know the reason
why"
Matthew Deane was in particularly
had humOr this raw December morn.
ing. Everything had gone wrong.
Stocks bad fallen when they ought to
have risen, his clerk had tipped over
the inkStand on his special and pecul-
lar heap of paper, the fire obstinately
refused to burn in the grate-in short,
nothing went right, and Mr.. Deane was
conscqucntlyand correspondinglyc cross.
Jenkins"
"YeS. sir"
Go to the Widow Clarkson and tell
her shall he there in half an hour and
expect confidently mind. jenkins, con
1idcntly-tu receive that rent money, or
else shah feel myself obliged to re-
sort to extreme measures. You under
stand Jenkins"
Certainly, sir"
IlNll itpil >lIllN llltlt SldllllS HIT
IN IDIOT" suarlcd Mr. Deane in a sud
den burst Of irritation, and jenkins dis
appeared like a shot.
Just half an hour afterward Matthew
Deanc brushed the brown hair just
spriukied with gray from his square
yet not unkiDdly brow. Putting on his
fur lined overcoat, he walked forth in
IL. nj
ed iiguratiyely to annihilate the de-
faultiug Widow Clarkson.
1t was a dwarfsh little red brick
house, which appeared originally TO
have aspirod to two storyhood lot, but,
cramped by circumstances, had settled
down into 4 story and Il half, but the
windows shonc like Brazilian pebbles,
and the doorsteps were worn by much
securing. Neither of these circum-
stances. however, did Mr.. Deane re-
mark as he pulled the glittering brass
d0orkuob and strobe into Mrs Clark
sons neat parlor.
There was n small fire-very small,
as if every lump of anthracite was
boarded in the stove-and ac a table,
sat a young lady whom Mr.. Deane at
once recognized as Mrs. Clarksons
niece, Miss Olive Mellen. She was not
disagrccable to look upon. though you
would never have thought of CHASING
her among the beauties, with shining
black hair blue, long dashed eyes and
very pretty mouth, hiding teeth like
rice EYpuslg eI yybito ,y.Trn fbpN
Miss MclIcn rose with Il polite nod.
which was grimly reciprocatcd by Mr.
beano
u have called to see your aunt, Miss
McIlcn."
Il know it., sir but as / am aware
q her tlmid temperament | sent her
away. | prefer to deal with you my
self"
Mr. Dcane started. The cool audaci-
" of this damsel in gray, with scarlet
ribbons in her hair. rather astonished
him.
Il suppose the money is ready"
no sir. it is not"
IHen, Miss Oliye-pardon mel
must speak plainly, shall send an Off
Ger here this afternoon to put valua-
to0 ou The furniture and
You VIII do nothing of the kind
Sir"
ol.Ne.s cheeks had rcddCned, and her
eyes dashed portentously. Mr.. Deane
,"-'4 toward the door, but ere he
h0." what she was doing Olive had
N+'arj quietly across the room, locked
one door and taken out the key. Then
sa' resumed her scat.
N-tt does this meanT calculated
"-. a~tonished prisoner OF var
~ @eaus, sir, that you 81 II now
y. obliged TO reconsider the q ostian'
said Olive
"O.H-edl'
l.s. You viii hardly jun 9ut of
..' window. and there is otter
81 egress. unless You $50 10
'ae chimney. Now, Mr..
10 YOU tell me if you hrs-
g." Ua1 % the nineteenth curry
- scLl poor widows sure
-ho IS not able to your
L.-,au SIR
Became bad opened his to
e.7ara but Olive enfo her
#.iH very cmpha little
.E tle foot and he ~ as ii
stricken dumb.
gre what the world cal rich
.. Deane You own Of
piles Of bank stock. Trad
bond, and mortgage who
what: My aunt has nothing
.42E. azr by copying Now if this
carried into a court of law. my
" 7.#1s aunt win be 4 sufferer. You