Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-11-21
getting angry. Olive went on with the
utmost composure.

But ~ 1t IL, l shall only keep you
here q prisoner until you have behav.
ed. and given me your word not 70 an
noy my aunt again for rent until she
Is able to pay you. Then, and not unr
til then, will you receive your money
Do you promise? Yes or nor
Il certainly shall agree to NO such
terms" said Mr.. Deane. tartiy.
Very well. sir. can wait"
Miss Mellen deposited the key In the
pocket Of her gray dress and sat down
to her copying. Had she been q man
Mr.. Deans would probably have knock.
ed her down-as 1t was. she wore an in
visible armor Of power In the very fact
that she was q fragile. slight woman,
and she knew 1t.
"Aiss Olive" he said. sternly. '1et
us terminate this mummery. Unlock
that door,
"Mr. Deane, I viii notr'
Il shall shout and alarm the neigh.
borhood then, or call a policeman"
VERY well. Mr.. Deane. do 50. II you
please"
She dipped her pen In the ink and
began on a fresh page. Matthew sat
down. puzzled and discounted, and
watched the long-lashed eyes and faint
iy tinted cheek of his keeper. She was
very pretty-what a pity she was so
obstinate.
Miss Oliver
"SirT'
The clock has just struck IT,"
Il heard It."
81 should Ike to 60 out to get some
lunch"
T am sorry that that luxury 10 om
,f your power"
"But I'm confounded hungry"
Are your
And I'm not going to stand this sor,
II thing any longer"
"No?"
How provokingly nonchalant she
was. Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket Of
he gray dress greedily and walked up
md down the room pettishly.
II have an appointment at l."
Indeed! What a pity you will be
1nable to keep it,
He took another turn across the room.
olive looked up with smile.
well, are you ready to promiseY'
Hang 1t. yes! What else can 1 do?"
You promise?
II do, because I can't help myself"
Olive drew the key from her pocket
With softened eyes.
You have made me very happy. Mr..
Deane. l dare say you think me un-
xomanly and unfeminine. but indeed
Tou do not know to what extremities
We are driven by poverty. Good morn
ng. sir"
Mr. Deane sailed forth with a curl
,us complication Of thoughts and emo
ions struggling through his brain. in
which gray dresses. long FLASHED blue
.yes and scarlet ribbons played a prom
nent part.
Did you get the money. sirT" asked
he clerk. when he walked into the
)ffice.
Mind your business. SIR" was the
art response.
II pity her husband" thought Mr..
Deane as he turned the papers over on
lis desk. How she will henpeck him.
By the way. l wonder who her hus-
Dand will beT
The next day he called at the Widow
;larkson's to assure Miss Mellen that
ie had no idea of breaking his promise.
md the next but one after that he
.ame to tell the young lady she need
entertain no doubt Of his integrity. And
he next week he dropped in on them
With no particular errand to serve Ms
IN excuse!
when shall we be married, Olive?
Next month, dearest? Do not let us
nut 1t Off later"
Il have no wishes but yours. Mat.
hew."
Really. Miss Olive Mellen, to hea.
hat meek tone one would suppose YOU
lad never locked me up here and
yrannized over me as a jailer.'
Olive burst into a merry laugh.
You dear old Matthew; l give You
warming beforehand that mean to
,ave my own way in everything. Do
TOu wish to recede from your bargain
Il 10 not too late yet
No, Matthew Deane didn't; he had a
;ague idea that 1t would be very pleas
INT to be henpecked by Olive!