Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-03-21
Never was dog awakened by A.,

Never was a dog awakened by a
daintier morsel 1t was a very heroic
vengeance that, but somehow it suited
Polly's feelings, and that was certain
tragic quality in her manner, as she
stood there looking at the demolish-
ment which would have struck an unin-
terested spectator as infinitely comic.
AS the last crl1mb vanished, however
the last twirl of the "P "a different
mood asserted itself She put her head
In childish fashion against the door,
and, with the empty plate in her hand,
began to cry-a silent, miserable crying,
with little dumb moan running
through it ike a child's
1t was just then that somebody pass
ing up tb. walk, came upon her-some-
body, who in his haste, had come ''cross
corners and leaped the garden fence in
his way. A tall, brown-haired fellow,
with merry, kind eyes, in which Won
derment showed as he took in the as
tonishing spectacle.
"Hallo!" he began "why, it's
bless my soul, Polly Why, Polly
what is the matter, deari"
At the sound of the voice Polly start
ed, as if stung. She gave little
scream, then recollected herself, would
have dashed past him into the house,
but a strong hand held her back
''What is the meaning of this?" said
Phil. "You here, and CRYING, on
Thanksgiving night-the night when
we were going to be so happy Tell
me what it is, Polly, darlingl Can't 1
help you2 Aren'tyou glad to see me z"
"Whya You ask me that Be
ca use 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 ~
"Eh?" calculated Phil, "and who
says l am married 2"
Polly, with dilating eyes, perused
his face. She could not speak.
I'm not married." continued Phil,
whoever says SO. And L can't imagine
how such tiding got about. And that
you should y he stopped.
The lady in church !" gasped Polly.
" Well, what about her 2" said Phil
sharply. That was Wills wife-my
brother Will, 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
an heiress, and the letter they wrote
never reached us; and the ti1st thing
knew they We're in New York, and
poor VIII miserably knocked up by the
voyage and pistol-ball one of her re-
lations sent after him. SO | didn't let
father know for fear of worrying him
and when VIII go. better, we all came
together. That's the story, Polly
but did think you trusted me little. -
'"Oh, did do" sobbing land
l was so miserable, Phil" .t#E
$50 this was the cause of Polly's
tears, went on teasing Phil, availing
himself, manlike, of the opportunity
" and that was the reason she turned
her back this morning. Then Polly
does care for me ittle---a very little. "
GA very little responded Polly,
with faint CLEAN of mischief from I'M
der her wet lashes.
Enough to put some confidence in
my word when | assure you | shall
never arry--never-unless somebody
| know, somebody who has proved very
faithless and hurt me not little to-day
should learn to believe me; aud like me
well enough squeezing a little brown
hand as he spoke-"to take me for
husband herself2 What do you say,
dearln for the pretty, rosy face had
vanished into the sleeve of his coat,
and, for all questioning, no answer
could be won but a weak, half gurgling,
half sobbing, "Forgive me Phil"
Phil did not prove obdurate. Before
long the face came out of its hiding
place, and leaning ON his arm, Polly
stood a happy moment to look at the
rising moon, and tasted the unconscious
ness of bliss Then Phil drew Polly
into the shelter of the warmed and
lighted hall, aud the door was shut.
There is another "young Mrs. Rails
tom now, whose pastry is said by the
good house wives in the neighborhood
to cheat all, " and whose dainty ways
are very like our Polly's but she always
assures her husband (whose name is
PHIL that, if she should live half a
century, she shall never, never make,
or he even taste, a pie one half so per
feet as that which he forfeited by COM
ING ten minutes late one Thanksgiving
evening. And he says-no matter