"Yes, I will take the Ming vase, and the Revolutionary papers, and the old coins and you too, my darling!"
"Well, I do like you," admitted Georgiella. Suddenly she began to droop and tremble, and then to sob. Then he held her.
"You must give me a first mortgage; you must," demanded the young man. "I must have everything—the whole—no other claims to come in from any quarter of the universe. You understand. You've got to be my wife!" he exploded in a kind of glorious anger.
She could not deny him, for she thought it was the Northern way of wooing, and smiled divinely.
"And now—may I?" He took the mistletoe branch from the Ming vase and held it over her head. Their eyes closed in ecstacy.
Mrs. McCorkle gave a funny little feminine scream of dismay. She had heard no sound, and had come in from the kitchen to see if they were quarreling.
"And I'll put it in the trust deed," he whispered humbly, "that I will make you happy, dear!"
When Ellesworth rode over to Sunshine for his next mail he found the following letter awaiting him:
1111 Court Street,
Boston, Mass., Dec. 22, 1890.Mr. Francis B. Ellesworth:
Dear Frank,—What the deuce do you mean by countermanding Benson's foreclosure at this time of day? It makes a peck of trouble. In Boston we are too busy to fool with affairs this way.
Messrs. Screw & Claw desire me to enclose their little bill. Mine will keep until you get here.
Yours truly,
Joseph Todd.