The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1900-01-26

would emerge unscathed and profting.
You are not bad man, Mr.. .Deane;
you have a great many noble qualities,
and l like you for them" She paused
an instant and looked intently and
gravely at Mr.. Deane. The color rose
to 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.
81 have heard" she went on, ''of your
Ioing 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 excused You are selfish and
irritable and overbearing! If | were
your mother. and you a little boy, l
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 it is, l shall only keep you
here prisoner until you have behaved
and given me your word not to annoy
able to pay you. Then. and not until
then. will you receive your money. Do
you promise? Yes or noY'
81 certainly shall agree to no such
terms" said Mr.. Deane tartly.
every 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
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, 'let us
terminate this mummery. Unlock that
doorv'
"Mr. Deane, l will notw
| 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 be-
gan on a fresh page. Matthew sat
down, puzzled and discounted. and
watched the long lashed eyes and faint
| ly tinted cheeks of his keeper. She was
very pretty. What pity she was SO
obstinate!
"Miss Oliver
"Sir?
"The clock has just struck r."
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 confounded hungry"
"Are your
"And I'm not going to stand this sort
of thing any longer"
"NoY
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 l."
Indeed! What pity you will be
unable to keep ity'
He took another turn across the room
Olive looked up with smile.
"Well, are you ready to promiseT
"Hang it, yes! What else can dor
''You promiseT
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. I dare say you think me un
womanly and unfeminine, 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
tions struggling through his brain, ii
which gray dresses, long lashed blue
eyes and scarlet ribbons played 6
prominent part.
"Did you get the money, sir" asked
! the clerk when he walked into the Of
fee.
mind your business, sir" was tht
tart response.
, 'T pity her husband" thought Mr.
Deane as he turned the papers over OF
his desk. "How she will henpeck him
By the way, l wonder who her hus
band will beY'
J The next day he called at the Widow
Clarkson's to assure Miss Mellen tha
} he had no idea of breaking his prom
+ ise, and the next but one after that h
: came to tell the young lady she neet
entertain no doubt of his integrity, ant
: the next week he dropped in on then
with no particular errand to serve a
an excuse!
"When shall we be married, Olive
Next month. dearest? Do not let u
put it off LATER"
81 have no wishes but yours, Mat
: | thew"
: "Really, Miss Olive Mellen, to hea
that meek tone one would suppose yo
!, had never locked me up here and tyl
annized over me as jailer."
r Olive burst into merry laugh.
g "You dear old Matthew! l give 20
g warming beforehand that l mean t
have my own way in everything. D
d you wish to recede from your bargain
q 1t is not too late yet"
No, Matthew Deane didn't. He ha
d a vague idea that it would be yer
pleasant to be henpecked by Olive!-
v Chicago Times Herald.
The New George.
Johnny was worried about Washing
toms greatness. He turned to hi
y mother and said. "Washington's a
y right, but Grants more like me-"
y "How is that%
l. "WeI'' Throwing out a diminutiN
chest), "he could tell a lie when he ha
" to-"
. "But, Johnny, you never tell lies, q
II your
"Why, mamma, you know do. YC