Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-12-31
q MISCELLANEOUS
. POLLY sYLFEsTER,s DREAM
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1t waga gsld ,dreary plscP, whsrY theErFts
scampefed about, and the mice seufffed
and saueRked in every rcorperi there
were broken, penes m the window, that let
in the bitter November wind, and all
about hung streaming cobwebsI bundles
of dry herbs, hanks of yarn, ahdilwispsofd
flax, till you, could hardly. see that thelssed
was a window; but through its dingy
glass what Little light there fYss9p rihp1
ed on Polly. She lay yeryo still I tho rtaIlad
gled mass of deep chesnut curls was
brushed away RON her nsle, delicate face,
the great eyes were shut tight, and their
heavy fringe of dark lasiies never quiver-
ered but there was q smile on her parted.
lips sweet as summers own sunshine, and
so,wistfuliJit would have made anybody
with heart ache to see it, -i-iAs"l" 'o b'
But Mrs. Tarbox hadn't any heart, or if
she had, and ever felt it 'throb in her
breast, 1t had its ears boxed long ago, and
was now hard and silent ,..,,,,,i,,-,. mi m
She came numbering up the stairs this
morning with Fish in her arms, in great
passion. ...,,rs.r.,.
Get up, you little carrot,head get up,
l sayl You're lazier than O snail. 4 Ell L
git at ye guess you'll move pretty con-
siderble spryr ,..I .,...
"Dit up, tallothed; else I'll ban 90 y
GCnO6u ISL, WHO was dillOSb bnTtO I6dTb
old, but baby still, and horrid one. DO
The smile on Sally's tender little mouth
changed to piteous quiver as she flung
aside the bedclothes, and with a shiver
jumped out of bed. was dreamin," she
said in such sad voice. p ~ 'l.
"Dremin'. I'll be bound you're ANS
dreamin,' day in and day outl but you've got
TO dream out o bed earlier'n this, mornin's,
now | tell ye, Hurry up nd come down!
There, he's most ready for his breakfast,
nd I've had to lug this great fellef alf
tied md her things hooked upplf,.- lp.t'l
Stun along tick, fore me kick 90 -
shoutcdiFish; and Polly having huddled
on her thin and ragged clothes, slipped
into her shoes,--an old pair of Mrs Tar
box's-and scuttled down stairs as fast as
she could, She didn't stop to comb her
hair or wash her Gice, but took Fish in
her arms and went into the bedroom to
dress Viohy, (whOse name was Viola'll 3
scrawny girl some eight years old, with
thin light hair, weak blue eyes, and a sal.
low complexion; fretful and siclSly, but,
after all, kinder to Polly than anybody
else in the house, and loved accordingly.
Master Fish was set down 1.-the floor
while This sisters boots were laced, her
hair brushed, her clothes fastened, and the
rent in her pink calico froGk (baktednp
and he amused himself by overturning his
mothers mending basket, which Polly
must set to rights then she spread up the
bed, and shouldering Fish went into the
kitchen. There at the breakfast-table sat
the rest of the iamily,-Iehiel Tarbox,
the father, a rough, stingy, coarse farmer,
whose loose lips, red eyes and stupid ex-
preston told the road he had taken at
once; Vi0hly, her mother, and two big
boys, Jackson and Everett, the terror and
torment of 1Polly's life,--two young brutes
who thoughts poor trembling child fair
game, and took pleasure in her shrieks
and supplications. Now Mrs. TarboS
took Fish On her lap and fed him With
fried pork, cold cabbage, and hot biscuit
yellow with soda, while Polly fried cakes
over the Kissing Stove, not fast enough by
any means TO suit the boys or their father
"Hurry up. your cakes, Silly Poll +
shouted one, or I'll let the old bull out
into the barn7yard md set you TO- catchin
chickens there" T.. .-a. .ss.la ,..-i-.tr
i"Come on, Polly Syll" chimed tn,
other; fetch along your sapjacks, or II
experienced before, and stood in mortal
fear Of '''
But when breakfast was scrambled
through, and Polly allowed to eat he
scraps of food standing at one end of the
table, and, because she had slept too late
denied the one thing that could have mad
her scanty meal tolerable to her,-a cur
of theho9 drink they called coffee Mrs
TarboKi began 10 map out her 6ay's work
"Come !" don't be a-standin' there al
day; swaller your vittles quick'nd fl,
round. There's heaps nd heaps to dc
After,you'ye fed tue chickens, md emptie,
the sWill.pai6 md drove the caowS ant
got Fish to sleep, nd righted thing
ginerally, there's two barrels o red apple
thets got to be fixed for dryin'; Viohl
she can string EN-, guess"
"SsyS Mart can't go down Aoit
pastur' lot, long of Polly" whine
AYES, if you're mind ter, only don
hang round there all day; get HON
So when, Polly had done, her fri
"choresS and established Fish safely in
dry goods box with heap of sand, an ca
OfeOFh, and a string gofthread-spo poelst0 pla
with, in which primitive nursery he wa
used to content himself an hour at TIM
perhaps. the two girls put,on their hoot
and shawls, such as they were, and SET of
Polly opened the cowshed door, and lie
the mild-eyed, friendly creatures out int
the lane, saying word or two to each {
had been friends. .'" ''
Ii is time now to introduce our littl
gIrII Her father llad been a HopfShi1
young carpenter in Vermont yillag
that hid itself among vast and -VerdaI
hills like nest in the crotches of a ii
tree. Sam Sylgesterlove htssweet littl
wife SO much, that, when one day she die
and left him, he wanted to die too; an
nobody could comfort hitn,¬ even th
tiny baby that lay and walled in u an el
cradle as if it felt, what it could not VI
know, 1.-THE SORROWS Of amotherless chill
There was no enc in HtllVale in any wa
related to Sam; he was an orphan, llh
his wife, and any relatives he nigh hay
in the seaboard New England town whel
his father had lived he had never seen
heard from so that when he made up h
nliIHl b Try his fortuue in California, b
cause Hilivale was so desolate to him nov
he put little Pauline, who was named II
her mother, under the care of his mex
door neighbor, a Mrs Moore, leavir
money enough TO pay her for year, al
promising 90 send on mere. He wei
away with a sad heart but when he &
to California, the voyage and the. cham
had taken his thoughts OF his o WH tFoubl
and hard work Al the mines did so st
more.., He was quite successful, In II
mean time Polly grew up under kind al
matbaD Mrs Moore's care into afst ~
happy baby.
.lpPs DAY, Ssbegt SARyssE 1etsrI he h
home, couple OF his mining matt
who had heemdog9to San Fnncisco
stores,' steppsd into MS teHt, and aft
=. si.s1Si1E E,aSS about naSAsly t9r moment, 2
q Say, Sylvester yep alas's sens IRE
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