The Somerset reporter., 1900-04-12

you have great many noble qualities,
and like you for them" She paused
an instant and looked lntently and
yrayely at Mr. Deane. The color rose
10 his cheek. 1t was not disagreeable
to be told by pretty young girl that
she liked him, on any terms. yet she
had INDUCED in pretty plain speaking.
Il have heard" she went on "of your
dong kind actions when you were in
the humor for it. You can do them and
you shall In this Instance. You are
cross this morning. you know you are!
Hush. no excuse! You are selfish and
irritable and overbearlngl If l were
your mother. and you a little boy, |
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 1t is, | shall only keep you
here a 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 promiSef Yes or nor
Il certainly shall agree to no such
terms" said Mr.. Deane tartly.
Very we'll. sir; can wait"
Miss Melen 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
ed her down; as it was, she wore an in
visible armor of power in the very fact
that she was a fragile. slight woman.
and she knew it.
Miss Olive" he said sternly. "Iet us
terminate this mummery. Unlock that
door,
MIR. Deane, will notp
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 eiscomfted, 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 10"
81 heard it,"
al should like to go out to get some
lunch"
Il 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
wasi Mr.. Deane eyed the pocket of the
gray dress greedily and walked up and
down the room pettishly.
81 have an appointment at l."
Indeed. What pity you will be
unable to keep itp'
He took another turn across the room.
Olive looked up with a smile.
'Well, are you ready to promise?"
"Hang it. yes What else can do"
You promisp?"
I do, because cant 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 un-
womanly and unfeminne. but indeed
you do not know to what extremities
we are driven by poverty Good morn
ing. sir"
Mr. DPane sailed forth with a curl
Gus complication of thoughts and emo
tons struggling through his brain. in
which gray dresses. long dashed blue
eyes and scarlet ribbons played a
prominent part.
Did you get the money. sir?' asked
the clerk when he walked into the of
fee
"NIind your business. sir" was the
tart response.
81 pity her husband" thought Mr..
Deane as he turned the papers over on
his desk, How she will henpeck him!
BY the way. | wonder who her hus-
band will be?"
The next day he called at the Widow
Clarkson's to assure Miss Mellen that
he had no idea of breaking his prom
ise 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 excuse.
when shall we be married. Olive?I
Next month. dearest? Do not let us
put II off later
II 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 jailer."
Olive burst into a 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 bargain2
1t is not too late yet"
No. Matthew Deane didn't. He had
a vague idea that II would be very
pleasant To I've henpecked by Olivei-
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