Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-06-14

nClc Jacob, Cousin Jane with her family
and The new baby. But for all her heart
ache the little maid was true to herself Only
Mrs. Pursall, with mother instinct. OWNED
that something was the matter. To the rest
Polly was her usual self prettier than usual
Il anything and gayer with that deep flush
on her cheeks and the saucy tongue, which,
harbed with inward misery had o smart an
wer for all and each
At last the long dinner ended. amidst
praises loud and high. The FIRE was replen-
shed the candles lii, evening and a gen.
cral romp set in. Admist the hustle Polly
could slip away for a moment unperceived.
She has " found thing to do as Mr. Brown
ing says
Climbing a chair in the dark pantry, she
felt about Yes, there it was Just so she
had meant to come and lift it down for
Phil With tight set lips she carried the
dish through the hall to the back door,
where Jowler, a faithful beast Of monde
script breed, was wont to lie on q convenient
door-mat
Jowler, Jowler-poor fellow, she said
here something for you and she held cut
phils pie
Never was dog awakened by daintier
morsci It was not very heroic vengeance
that, hut somehow it suited Pollys feelings,
and there was certain tragic quality in her
manner as she stood looking at the demolish-
ment which would have struck an uninter-
ested spectator as infinitely comic As the
la7t crumb vanished. however the last twirl
Of the " pa different mood asserted itself.
She put her head in childish fashion against
the door, and with the empty pie plate in her
hand, began to cry--a silent, miserable cry
ing with little dumb moan running through
it like q child's
1t was Just then that somebody passing up
the walk came upon ber--somebody who is in
haste had come cross corners and leaped
The garden fence in his way. \ tall, brown.
haired fellow, with merry, kind eyes in which
wondermont shone as he took in this aston
ishing spectacle.
FIallo" he began why, its-bless my
soul Polly Why, Polly-what is the
matter, dear2 "
At the sound Of the voice, Polly started,
as if stung. She gave a little scream then
rtcoecting herself would have dashed past
him into the house, but strong hand held
her back
What is the meaning Of this said
Phil. You here, and crying on Thanks
giving night-the night when we were going
to be so happy! Tell me what it is, Polly,
darling Can't ! help you2 Aren't you
glad TO see me-?
Why2 You ask me that ? Because
suddenly remembering what she implied
because you have no right to speak to me
to anybody--in that way any more, now
that you are married
En-" calculated Philip and who says
am married
Polly with dilating eyes perused his face.
She could not speak
I'm not married" went on Phil, " who
ever says So And can't imagine how such
thing got about. And thatEou should-'
lie stopped.
The lady in church " gasped Polly.
We'll what about her ?" said Phil
sharply. That was Wills wife-my broth
er Viii, you know, or rather you don't know
for you were little girl when he went to
South America. 1t seems he ran away with
beauty and heiress, and the letter they
wrote never reached us; and the first thing |
knew they we're in New York, and poor viii
miserably knocked up by the voyage and q
pistol ball one of her relations sent after him
So didn't let father know for fear Of worry.
ing him and when Will got better we all
came up together That's the story, Polly
but did think you trusted me little"
"Oh, did, | do" sobbing; and was
so miserable, Phil"
$50 this was the cause of Polly's tears,
went on teasing Phil, availing himself, man
like, Of the opportunity and that was the rea
son she turned her back this morning. The
Polly does care for me little--a very little.
"A very little" responded Polly, with
faint CLEAN of mischief from under her we
lashes.
" Enough to put some confidence in IN
word when | assure you l shall never MARI
-never-unless somebody know, somebod
who has proved very faithless, and hurt II
not little to-day, should learn to beley
me, and like me well enough" squeezing
little brown hand as he spoke" TO take m
for a husband herself? What do you sa
dearY for the pretty rosy face had yanishe
into the sleeve Of his coat, and for all question
ing no answer could be won but swee
half gurgling half sobbing, Forgive III
Phil"
Phil did not prove obdurate. Before lor
the face came out of its hiding-plaoe, and lea
ing on his arm Polly stood happy mome
to look at the rising moon, and taste the co
seriousness of bliss. Jowler stretched himse
luxuriousy, yawned, then leaping up, h
paws on polly's shoulder, he gave vent to OIL
lone solitary bark, of benediction perhaps,
maybe self congratulaton that this consumm
ton devoutly to be wished did not happ'
sooner, TO the detriment of his dinner.
moment then Phil drew Polly into the shelf
of the warmed and lighted hall, and the do
was shut.
There is another "young Mrs. Ralsto
now, whose pastry is said by the good hou'
wives in the neighborhood to beat all, " a
whose dainty ways are very like our Polly
but she always assures her husband (who
name is Phil), that, if she should live half
century, she shall never, never make, or
ever taste, pie one.half so perfect as tn
which he forfeited by coming ten minuI
late one Thanksgiving evening. And he sa
hut no matter what he says