Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-12-29
Denver Post.

Old man Boyne. the boss teamster. was
sitting BY coal oil lamp I'm his best room
He had taken on his shoes and his coat
and his coarse wollen socks and his hick-
DRY shirt showed that he was not man
OF airs. He was deep in his newspaper
OF which il was his habit TO read every
word. including ads and he had filled
his old clay pipe for the third time when
the rap at the door caused him to shout;
Come ini'
Good evening, Mr. Boyne.'' said the
stalwart, well-groomed young man who
came in.
shes out" growled the old chap, re-
summing his reading.
Il know She Is. sir. That's why called"
The old fellow put down his paper anc
leered over his spectacles.
AT least" resumed the yong man ner-
vously. II came TO talk 70 you about her,
sir. We want TO get married" He sat
down. looking flushed and excited, and
the old man stared at him q minute be-
fore he began:
well, suppose you do? Have you the
means to keep her decent? How much
have you saved? Three hundred-thatil
you 20 save that"
a little over a year, +"
"A year. You must be an awful spend
thrift. How much do you get2"
Thirty a week since the beginning OF
this year. I'll get raise"
.Whatg'' shriIied the father. putting his
hands on his knees and peering at the
lover. Thirty dollars a weel-a bachelor,
an alone, and have only three hundred
left. Row the deviI-do you drink"
oh no. it isn't that sir: I just live
pretty well. You see. I wasn't figuring on
getting married till met Marcy. and you
see I've always been used 10 having ev-
erything."
'Do YOU own place. a house or any
thing2"
"No. sir"
you must be daft then. Where were
you going TO live? AT the Auditorium.
maybe?
''oh. we could get neat fiat for little
money. and"
and pay rent? You're a fool. my boy.
I don't give her 10 you TIL you get
house. don't care If it's only two rooms,
50 it's your own, 10 \ Yep her In
Mary's voice singing was heard then
from the rear rooms. Boyne resumed his
paper. Joe Stewart. muttering Skin
flint. miser.R and other endearing epithets
directed against his hoped-for father-in-
Law. but wisely keeping very quiet. waited
for Marcy to come in. That was his first
but not final effort TO get dads consent.
while the girl was at market. and the
crusty old drayman, with coarse frank
ness. suggested that he had a tidy little
place. in the West side. three rooms and
q summer kitchen. that he would sell TO
Stewart II he really wanted to marry the
girl at ali. The meanness Of this prefer
struck him like blow, but he said he'd
think about Il, and he did. He talked At
over with Marcy. a whole-souled. win
some girl. who had been trained for
school teacher by the canny old man,
who knew the value Of money"
Lets try Il. joe" she laughed, its a
rusty old cottage. but ven TX IL up. Dad
won't be hard on rs for the payments,
and perhaps by the time it's paid for we
can sell II and get nicer home
Stewart, thoroughly despising old
BOyne. bought the place on time pay
ments and signed about sixty notes at So
each listening with suppressed hatred to
the misery old man who had thus unload
ed 81 800 worth of frame shanty and cheap
ground upon hts own daughters husband.
For the wedding took place within a
month. When the cottage was painted
and furnished and the young couple was
well installed, the old man would come
round during the day 10 see Mary. but
Joe's hatred of him rose to the top pitch
when the first note fell due and old Boyne,
in person. came to the ONCE to collect it.
After that the young man quit speaking