The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1900-01-17


| until you promised to be good"
Mr.. Deane smiled, although he was
getting angry. Olive went on with tho
utmost composure:
but as ii is, | 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
able to pay you. Then, and not until
then, will you receive your money Do
you promise? Yes or no?"
Il certainly shall agree TO no such
TERMS said Mr.. Deane tartly.
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 a man
Mr.. Deane would probably have knock
Ell her down; as it was, she wore an In
visible armor of power in the very fact
that she was Il fragile, slight woman,
and she knew It,
Miss Olive" he said sternly, "let us
terminate this mummery. Unlock that
door,
MI Dcane, will notm
Il shall shout and alarm the neigh
borhood then or call policeman"
VERY well, Mr.. Deane. Do so If you
please"
She dipped her pen in the Ink and be-
gan ON a fresh page. Matthew sat
down, puzzled and discounted, and
watched the long dashed eyes and faint
ly tinted cheeks of his keeper. She was
very pretty. What a pity she was so
obstinate!
"Miss Oliver
"Sir?'
"The clock has just struck T..
81 heard it,"
81 should like to go out to get some
lunch"
81 am sorry that that luxury Is out
OF your power"
but I'm COMPOUNDED 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 pettlshly.
nave an appointment III !.
Indeed! What pity you Will be
unable to keep itW
lie took another turn across the roonl
Olive looked up with a smile.
"Well, are you ready TO promlse?'
"IIang IT, yes! What else can do?"
"You promlseP
81 do, because | can't help myself"
Olive drew the key from her pocket.
with softened eyes.
You have made me very happy Mr..
Deane. dare say you think me I'M
womanly and unfeminlne, but indeed
you do not know to what extremities
we are driven by poverty. Good morn
ing, sir"
Mr.. Deane sailed forth with curl
Gus complication OF thoughts and emo
lions struggling through his brain, In
which gray dresses, long dashed blue
eyes and scarlet ribbons played
prominent part.
Did you get the money, slrY asked
the clerk when he walked into the of
fee.
mind your business, sir" was the
tart response.
II pity her husband" thought Mr.
Dcane as lie turned the papers over on
his desk. Glow she will henpeck hlml
BY the way. wonder who her hus
band will be-"
The next day he called ut the Widow
Clarkson's to assure Miss Mellen that
he had no idea of breaking his prom
Use, and the next but one after that he
came TO tell the young lady she need
entertain no doubt OF his integrity, and
the next week he dropped In on them
with no particular errand to serve as
an excused
"When shall we be married, Olive?
Next month, dearest? DO not let us
put IL off later"
81 have no wishes but yours, Mat
thew"
Really, Miss Olive Mellen, TO hear
that meek tone one would suppose you
had never locked me up here and tyr
annIzed over me as a jailcr."
Olive burst into merry laugh.
you dear old Matthew! | give you
warning beforehand that | mean to
have my own way In everything. Do
you wish to recede from your bargain?
II is not too late yet"
No. Matthew Deane didn't. He had
a vague idea that 1t would be very
pleasant TO be henpecked by Olive!-
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