The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1900-12-21

words with a very emphatic little |
stamp of her foot, and he was, as 1t
were, stricken dumb.
you are what the world calls a rich |
man, Mr. Deane. You own rows of
houses. piles of bank stock, railroad
shares, bonds and mortgages-who
knows what? My aunt has nothing
support her by copying. Now, If this
case be carried into court of law, my
poor ailing aunt viii be a sufferer
you would emerge unscathed and
profitIng. You are not a bad man, Mr..
Deane; you have a great many noble
qualities, and l like you for them"
She paused an instant and looked in
tently and gravely at Mr.. Deane. The
color rose TO his cheek-it was not dis
agreeable to be told by a 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 doing kind actions when
you were in the humor of 1t. 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 overbearingl If
were your mother, and you little
, boy, / should certainly put you in a
corner until you promised to be good"
e Mr.. Deane smiled, although he was
5 getting angry. Olive went on with the
0 utmost cOmposure.
, "But as it is. | shall only keep you
: here a prisoner until you have behav-
ed. and given me your word not to an
k noy my aunt again for rent until she
o is able to pay you. Then, and not unr
1 til then. will you receive your money.
d Do you promise? Yes or mop
e Il certainly shall agree TO no such
=, terms" said Mr.. Deane. tartly.
h VERY well, sir. I can watt
/ 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
ed her d0wn-as it was, she wore an in
visible armor of power in the very fact
that she was fragile, slight woman
and she knew it.
Miss Olive" he said. sternly. "le
us terminate this mummery. Unlock
that door"
Mr.. Deane. l will nOtp'
81 shall shout and alarm the neigh
borhood then. or call n policeman"
every we'll Mr.. Deane. do so, If yol
please
She dipped her pen in the ink an'
began on fresh page. Matthew sa
down. puzzled and discounted, an,
watched the long-lashed eyes and faint
: " tinted cheek of his keeper. She wa
very pretty-what a pity she was S
obstinate.
E Miss Oliver
- "Sir?"
&C "The clock has just struck -"
L, Il heard it,"
81 should like to 90 out to get som
Il lunch"
49, Il am sorry that that luxury is on
10 OF your power"
~ but I'm COMPOUNDED hungry"
On "Are your
- "And I'm not going to stand this sol
,s, of thing any longer"
~ Mop
ng How provokingly nonchalant sh
ng was. Mr. Deane eyed the pocket {
nd the gray dress greedily and walked u
Ike and down the room pettishly.
Il have an appointment at l."
ID. Indeed! What a pity you will /
IT. unable to keep it,
He took another turn across the roof
iss Olive looked up with a smile.
well, are you ready to promise?"
OF Hang 1t, yes, What else can l do,
Ter "You promiseT
~ Il do, because can't help myself"
Olive drew the key from her poke
ity with softened eyes.
let "You have made me very happy, NJ
led Deane. l dare say you think me u
womanly and unfeminine, but indes
you do not know to what extremiti
we are driven by poverty. Good NOR
ust ing. sir
GER Mr.. Deane sailed forth with a cui
ion Gus complication of thoughts and EN-
lions struggling through his brain,
nd. which gray dresses, lOng-lashed bl
eyes and scarlet ribbons played a prol
her inent part.
me did you get the money. sir?" ask,
he the clerk, when he walked into I
lad office.
1ed mind your business, sir was
hen tart response.
Il pity her husband" thought \
ted Deane as he turned the papers over
his desk How she will henpeck hi
be BY the way, l wonder who her HI
n" band will bey'
The next day he called at the Wide
Clarkson's to assure Miss Mellen til
Of he had no idea OF breaking his prOmi
ath- and the next but one after that