Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-03-14

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done 30. "she didn't see me-" he
said to himself, "that was it. We'll,
I'll 60 over this evening at all events,
and find out what it means"
Oh what miserable day it was! All
the little carefully prepared for pleas
ures were 30 many goads and stings to
poor Polly. The turkey choked the
children's mefriment stunned'her And
there were oil the relations to be seen
to-aunt Almira and Uncle Jacob.
cousin Jane with her family ana the
new baby. But for all her heartache,
the little maid was true to herself. Only
Mn. Pursall, With motherly instinct,
OWNED that something was the matter.
To the rest Polly was her usual sell,
prettier than usual, if anything, and
gayer with that deep Aush on her cheeks,
and the saucy tongue, that barbed with
inward misery, had smart answer for
all and each.
At last the dinner ended. amidst
praises loud and high. The fire was
replenished, the candles lit, evening
and = general romp get in. Amidst the
bustlc Polly could slip away for . mo-
ment unperceived. She had ''found a
thing to do, }" as Mrs. Browning says.
Climbing chair in the dark pantry.
she felt about, Yes, there it was. Just
90 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 q faithful beast of
nonf(escript breed was wont to lie on q
convenient door. mat. ..
"Jovler-Jowler-poor fellow" she
said, Here's something for you, and
she held out Phil's pie.
Never was : dog awakened by
daintier n,orsell It was q very heroic
vengeance that, but somehow It suited
Pollys feelings, and that was q certain
tragic quality in her manner. as she
stood there looking at the demolish-
ment which would have struck AN unin-
terested spectator az infinitelv comic
As the last crumb vanished, however,
the last twirl Of the ops different
mood asserted itself. She put her head
IN childish fashion against the door,
and, with the empty plate in her hand,
began tocFy-a silent, miserable crying,
with . little dumb moan running
through it like Z child's.
1t waA just then that somebody pass.
ing up the walk, came upon herxsome.
body,who in his haste, had come ttcross
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 IL the matter, dear3''
At the sound of the voice Polly start
ed, ~ if stung. She gave q little
scream, then recollected herself would
have dashed past him into the house.
but strong band held her back.
"What is the meaning of this ~ said
Phil. "You here, and crvine. on
Thanksgiving night-the nieht when
We were going to be 80 happy! Tell
me what it ie, Polly, darling5 Can't I
help youa Aren't you glad to see me,
81 "'Whyf You ask me that9 Be:
csuse"-suddenly remembering what
she implied" because you have no
right to speak to me-to anybody-in
that Wy any more now that you are
"Eh:" CALCULATED Phil, "and who
says l. am married ~ ,' --~-.~-
Polly, With .dilating eyes. perused
his face. She could not speak.
I'm not married." continued Phil:
!" whoever says so. And I can't imae;ne
how such . tiding got about. And 3hat
you should "-he stopped.
80 The ladyin church !" gasped Pollv.
Well, what about her (" said Phil
sharply. !" That was Wills wife
brother Will, you know, or rather YOU
don't know, Tor ytu ve1e little sirl
when he went TO South America. Il
seem: he ran away with q beauty and
an helress, and the letter they wrote
never reached us; and the first thing
knew they were in New York, and
poor VIII miserably Knocked up by the
voyage and pisto1-bAll one OF her re-
1ations sent after hin. So I didn't let
father know for fear of worrying him
and when Win got better, We ail came
together. That's the story, Pollv Il
but l did think you trusted me a ittle. "
Oh, I did, do" sobbin9 s. and
was 20 miserable, Phil"
$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. ="
!" A very little," responded Pollv.
with faint CLEAN of mischief froxa m
der her vet 1ashes.
Enough to put some confidence in
my word when I assure you I shall |
never marry-never-unless somebody
!! know, somebody who has proved very
faithless and hurt me not A little to.day
should learn to believe me: aud like me-
we'll enough "-squeezino a little brown
hand as hs spoke-0to tske me- for a
husband herselfG What do you say,
dearl" for the pretty, rosy face had
vanished into the sleeve OF bis coat.
and, for all questioning, no answer
could be won but = veal, half aurrlinQ.
half sobbing, &c Forgive me Phi"
Phil did not prove obdurate. Before
long the face came out of it's hiding.
place, and leaning on his arm. Polly
stood happy moment to look at the
rising moon, and tasted the unconsious-
ness of bliss. Then Phil drew Polly
into the shelter of the warmed and
lighted hall, and the door was shut.
There is another "young Mrs. Rails.
ton" now, whose pastry 10 said bv the
good housewives in the neighborhood
to "beat all," and whose dainty wavs
are very like our Polly's ;but she alvays
assures her husband whose name ia
Phil) that, if she should live half a
century, she shall never, never make.
Or he even taste, a pie one half so per.
tect a. that which he forfeited by com
ing ten minutes late one THANKSGIVING
evening. And he says-no matter
what he says.
Olive Logan Throws Down the (,uunt.
let.
Olive Logan, in letter to the New
Orleans Times, says: 81 have taken
the opportunity offered mo recently bv
. challenge thrown down before me by
the free love crew, of whom Mrs. Wood
hull is the bright exemplar, to say in
the plainest of .,lain words, that I am
against that crew, and over shall be. r
have never uttered one word in public
that was not calculated to aid the cause
OF old-fashioned virtue, and, God help.
ing me, / never will"