Democratic Sentinel, Volume 21, Number 3, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 January 1897 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 3 [ADVERTISEMENT]

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riuiife.neu * laur cuixie, uoiTan augry e.\ clamatiou, but a veritable roar. I had “done it.”—l had burned my ships. "If you do not consent to do what I ask of you,” 1 added, “not only will 1 not help you off with your helmet, but 1 will call iu all your neighbors, and i hen go and find the municipal eouu ell!" "You’ll end your days on the scaffold!” cried my uncle. “The hand of Rose!” I repeated. “You told me that It would only be by force that you would be made to say ‘yes’— say It, or I will call In the neighbors.’ The clock was still striking; my unch raised his arms as If to curse me. “Decide at once,” I cried, “somebody is coming!” “Well, then—yes!” murmured my un clc. “But make haste!” “On your word of honor?” “On my word of honor.” The visor gave way. the gorge piece also, and my uncle’s head Issued from durance, red as a poppy. Just In time. The chemist at the corner, a colleague In the municipal council, entered the shop. “Are you coming?” he asked; “thej will be beginning the business without us.” “I’m coming,” replied my uncle. And, without looking at me, he took up his hat and cane and hurried out The next moment all my hopes had vanished. My uncle would surely not forgive me. At dinner time I took my place at table on his tight hand, In low spirits, ate little and said nothing. “It will come with the dessert,” I thought. Rose looked at me, and 1 avoided meeting her eyes. As I had expected, the dessert over, my uncle lit hts pipe, raised his head and then- — Rose went to him. "Do you know what that fellow there asked me to do yesterday?” I trembled like a leaf and Rose did tbe same. “To give him your hand,” he added. “Do you love him?” Rose cast down her eyes. “Very well,” continued my uncle, "on tills side the ease Is complete. Gome here, you.” I approached. “Here I am, uncle,” and, In a whisper, I added quickly, “Forgive me!” He burst into a hearty laugh. “Marry her, then, donkey—-since yon love her and I give her to you!” "Ah!—uncle!” "Ah!—dear papa!” And Rose and I threw ourselves Into his arms. "Yery good! very good!” he eried, wiping his eyes. "Be happy; that’s all I ask." And, in,turn, he whispered In my ear: “I should have given her to you, all the same, you big goose; but—keep the story of the helmet between us two!” I give my word that I have never told it but to Rose, my dear little wife. And if ever you pass along the Rue des Claquettes, 5, at the place of honor in the old shop, I'll show yon my uncle’s helmet, which we would never sell.— Strand >fvine. A sleigh ow •<) by Melon Rteh of Gouldsville Vt., was made years Hpo, in 1741, but is still in use and g60.«l running order

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