The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1868-05-21

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And had been silenced by:
I never knew one to be q guzzil-
ing sot, Perkins, like some shoema-
kers, with souls a deal tougher than
| those they put on on their cheating,
ripping boots
Perkins never spoke of Poll to
Mrs. Gringe again; but she bore the
remark in mind as another might
the words of one who spoke dispar-
ageingly of her baby. She went so
far as to take Poll in her confidence
and tell her the story.
We'll Perkins him Poll, won't
we p she asked; and Poll glared
with her one eye as though she un-
derstood-opened her beak, rumi-
mated on the propriety of shreaking
'we'll Perkins him. said instead,
'Gringe, Polly wants to CO. and was
darkened for slumber with shawl.
1t might have been better for the
shoemaker to have held his peace.
Better, certainly, had he known how
q hard winter was creeping on, and
customers falling off, and beer going
: up as well as down. We are not
quite sure that Mrs. Gringe might
not have relented little, in hard
snow storm, with the last young
Perkins three weeks old, and six
more as hungry as no breakfast
could make them, even if rent was
not forthcoming but, as it was, the
insult to Polly was to be avenged,
and she exercised her erpower vindict-
lively.
Not day. she said. Pack, bag
and baggage. I've wanted you out
for long time. Now CO. And
Perkins found hand cart, and
somewhere a cellar, and prepared
| to move.
With the snow in his face, and his
wife shivering in her thin clothes,
| with the pink and wrinkled baby at
her bosom, Perkins grew humble.
"A day I'D be favor, num- he
said. She'd be stronger, and meb-
be I could beg or borrow enough to
stay. Half a day anyhow
But Mrs. Gringe was resolute.
Perkins grew indignant.
Take care num- he said. 'Parl lot's
is your idols-take care they amt
took from you as ajudgment
And Mrs. Gringe, unmoved by
the children's cries, the mothers
tears, and the sight of the pink baby
WINGED and turned pale.
She stood over the few sticks of
furniture, until they were all gone;
and then with the key of the empty
room in her pocket, went about col
lecting her rents until dusk.
Then, facing the snow, and def
entity resisting omnibuses and cabs,
she went home on foot.
We'll Perkins him, Polly she
said triumphantly. Wen see about
souls, old Polly. And talking to
the bird she lit a candle, found the
nightly lump Of sugar, and went to
her favorite cage. Alas! the door
was open and her parrot gone
Perkins had forced the rotten shut
ter of the kitchen and entered to
steal the bird. Instead of Poll Mrs.
Gringe found in the cage a note
which ran thus.
To-day you turned me and them
out into the snow. You that have
lots of houses and money you don't
know how to spend. If took this
fowl out Of revenge I'd be unchrist-
ian as know, being well brought
up to my duty.
In consequence, hope as this is
done only to keep you from setting
them affections as is due to human
on parrots until it is to late to
change, and my words, that you'll
remember about losin' them, is some
true, for unless it was in fire, you'll
never see Poll until your dying day
ABNER PERKINS.
Mrs Gringe read and gave a
scream, wrung her hands, and frant-
ically called upon the neighbors.
When an audience was collected she
wildly promised something to who
ever found her parrot. But one boy
was tempted to search in hope Of
gain, the little crowd dispersed
when all were satisfied that nothing
serious had happened.
Only the parrot said dozen
explanatory voices, but that only
was Mrs. Gringe's ALL
She grew paler, and thinner at
once. She spent days in futile search.
She walked the floor in agony of
mind. At last she advertised offer
ing a reward of half dollar; then
of one, then of three, at the end, of
five, but without hearing of Polly.
1t became SO sure, after awhile
that the Eird was gone for good,
that she absolutely sunk under the
knowledge.
She took to her bed, lying there
all day with the empty cage on the
post at the foot. An old woman
who charitably made the rich mi
ser's tea and toast, said that she ate
the merest mouthful and talked to
herself about poor Polly incessant
ly. The news was carried from ear
to ear, and came at last to them of
Mrs. Perkins.
That night late enough for hon
est folks to be in bed, came raps
and rings at Mrs. Gringe's door and
bell.
The fright occasioned by the
sounds aroused her, and she crawl
ed to the window
Thieves, murderr she cried.
please don't said a shrill voice,
eos it aint, it's only me-
'And what do you want p
'To see you, pertickler.'
Il won't, you shan't. It's plan
to rob me- l say, who are you?'
But before the boys voice could