The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1900-03-10

CuSS YOU are SELFISH anu lIIlldDlS
and overbearing. If 1 were youl
mother, and you little boy, 1 should
certainly put you i'll a corner unit
you promised to be good. l."
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 behav-
ed and given me your word not to an
noy my aunt again for the rent until
she is able to pay you. Then, and
not until then, will you receive your
money. Do you promise? Yes OF
no?"
II certainly shall agree to no such
terms" said Mr.. Deane tartly.
every we'll, sir; I can wait. I"
Miss Mellen deposited the key in
the pocket of her gray dress and sat
down to her copying. Had she been
man Mr.. Deane would probably
have knocked her down as it was,
she wore an invisible armor of power
in the very fact that she was frag-
lie, slight woman, and she knew it.
Miss Olive" he said sternly, "let
us terminate this mummery. Unlock
that door p
''Mr. Deane, / will not %
81 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 discounted, and
watched the long lashed eyes and
family tinted cheeks of his keeper.
She was very pretty. What pity she
was SO obstinate
miss Olive !"
"Sir?"
"The clock has just struck II.
II heard it."
II should like to go out to get
some lunch"
II am sorry that that luxury is
out of your power"
''But l am confounded hungry"
Are your"
"And I'm not going to stand this
sort of thing any longer"
"No?"
How provokingly nonchalant she
was Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket of
the gray dress greedily and walked
up and down the room pettishly.
81 have an appointment at one."
Indeed What a pity you will
be unable to keep it p
He took another turn across the
room. Olive looked up with smile.
"Well, are you ready to promise ?"
Hang it, yes What else can
dor"
"You promise?"
81 do, because 1 can't help myself. I"
Olive drew the key from her pock-
you nave nidue nIc very 11dppy,
Mr.. Deane. l dare say you think me
unwomanly and unfeminine. But in
deed you do not know to what ex-
tremities we are driven by poverty.
Good morning, sir
Mr.. Deane sailed forth with a Gu
rious complication of thoughts and
emotions struggling through his
brain, in which gray dresses, long
lashed blue eyes and scarlet ribbons
played 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.
eyes, sir p
II pity her husband, }" thought Mr..
Deane as he turned the papers over on
his desk. "How she will henpeck
him By the way, l 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 boubt of his in
tegrity, and the next week he drop
ped in on them with no particular er-
rand to serve as an excuse.
when shall we be married, Olive ?
Next month, dearest? Do not let us
put it off later"
"I have no wishes but yours, Mat
thew"
Really, Miss Olive Mellen, to hear
that meek tone one would suppose
you hand never locked me up here
and tyrannized over me as a jalier."
Olive burst into a merry laugh.
"You dear old Matthew give
you warning beforehand that I mean
to have my own way in everything.
Do you wish to recede from your bar
gain? 1t is not too late yet"
No, Matthew Deane didn't. He
had a vague idea that it would be
very pleasant to be henpecked by
Olive !-Chioago zSmes-He,ald.