The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1905-10-20

de sky when he tells de poo niggers IL
am IL o'clock, you go to de banker an
say: eMisser Emery. Tub you daugh-
ter, an want you TO glib her to me foh
my wife"
Eyes, and be thrown out of the Office
for my audacity."
Nobody frow you outen de office.
You do what de Obeah-man of Leguinia
mountain tell YOU Now you go home,
an doan't be fool no longer
"Im afraid should feel myself a
greater fool should l follow your in
structions. = replied the young man. bit
terly, as he arose and prepared to take
leave of his foster-father.
The next morning as young Stewart
stood at his desk in the Office of the
banker. the words of the negro con-
| tinued to ring in his ears: Ask the
| father at IL o'clock Now why did
| Castroni set that time?
| What did he mean? He must have
had some object in doing so.
Robert Stewart, though highly-edu-
Gated young man. possessed in certain
| degree the awe, not to say fear. which
the Obeah-man inspired in everybody
with whom he came in centact-and as
| the hands upon the dial of the clock
slowly approached the hour of noon. the
lover made up his mind to venture all
| on the momentous question.
Consequently, ere the last stroke of
twelve had died away he tapped upon,
the door of Mr.. McEnery's private
Office.
To the summons Come in" Stewart
entered the apartment and stood in the
presence of his employer.
'.Ah, Robert" began the rich man,
pleasantly What can do for your"
81 have come, sir, to ask you qnes-
ton which you may consider imper-
tinent in the extreme. 1t is, will you
give me your daughter, Agnes, in mar
riage, for love her most devotedly?"
impairment? l should say SOL" ex-
claimed the irate parent, springing to
his feet, his face ablaze with anger.
why, sir, you must have lost your
senses before you found your love!
| What! You, a poor clerk, aspire to wed
the richest maiden in Jamaica. Prepos-
| ferrous! Preposterous! Leave my Office,
sir; aye, and better still, leave King
ston, and overcome as best you may
your foolish and insane passion!"
Before Robert could reply terrible
din was heard without in the bank.
Where am de man in de whole Island
of Jamaica dat dare tell Castroni, de
Obeah-man, to him face dat he can't &C
where him please! I want to see de
banker. an rs gwine to, chen do de
whole OBJ de queens sojers stood befoh
de door,
And with that the Enthusiastically at
tired negro burst into the office,
confronting the millionaire and tho
i crestfullen clerk, at the same time
placing a small casket upon the desk
with bang.
Misser Emery, / know cherry word dat
you done gone say to dat poo boy, do
amt heered BRET OBJ it. Use come
here to reques' you to take UNI back.
cherry one OBJ DEM"
"Why, you miserable villaini" ex-
claimed Emery; how dare you thus
address me? l will call the police and
have you arrested"
Where am de p'lice in Kingston dat
dare rest de Obeah-man? Open dat
den you may be glad enough to make
dis boy, Robert here, one of your family,
for he's fitting to be de son oh de queen
herself"
In dazed sort of manner the banker
threw back the lid of the casket, and
there, before his astonished eyes, was
pile of bonds and bank notes.
why, Castroni!" said Emery, Ito
whom belongs all this Wealth."
de Obeah-man can't read de writing
on all dem papers, but specs de banker
mout be able to. Don't you see Robert
Stewart somewhere dere?"
"As live, it is true!" replied the sur
| prised financier, as he read the sigma
ture at the bottom of a legal-looking doc
ument. "Is it possible, Rober!., that
this wealth is yours?"
Part OBJ it were him fader's an part
oh it were mine," broke in the negro,
not giving the young man time to an
swer, 'but now cherry penny Obj it am
his De slave days have come back to
Jamaica an man hab to buy his wife,"
concluded Castroni.
! Robert, | congratulate ycu," ex-
claimed the banker, grasping his clerks
hand, and paying no attention to the
sarcasm of the Obeah-man.
And your answer to my question:"
stammered the bewildered youth.
well, we will take that under con-
sideration," was the smiling reply.
| Deere, my son, didn't de Obeah-roan
tell you to ask de proud fader at twelve
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