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


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The last visit stood in bold relief
from others for, lingering there out.
side the window, words had been hall
said, half looked, which she could ne.
yer forget, though at the same time,
half frightened, she had pretended moi
took to teasing about the pies, a. she
daintily rolled the paste and jagged
the narrow strips for sdging. Wouldn't
she mako him one-all his own-at
Thanksgiving time, for instance, for he
was coming home then1 Oh, yes, he
was sure she would, though she gave
no promise she should come in the
evening for it. And then the time
came for him to go. And leaning
through the undoubtedly colored
now as she thought of it-he had softly
kissed the little brown wrist, and de-
Iparted, his last wolds being, "if you
love me, Polly, don't forget the pie"
an afraid that it was too late for that
For, dreadful ~ it seems, the Pollies
Of real life do not always wait, % the
books say they should, until . decisive
word has been spoken before yielding
their hearts. Love comes unseen, I'M.
sought as the sun comes, or the dew I,
eyes ask, looks. ask. Prudence tues
teebly at the bolt; but her strength IL
weakness; open Aies the door, and
Cupid takes possession for bless or
bale: Which in our Pollys case, it
was to be remained to be shown. Phil
loved her she was sure, aud the hope.
full Ky was bright with early dawn.
III you. love me-" The words 10
lightly spoken hummed around her like
. song - she drew from its hiding place
Phirs pie Such . piei Crisp - frost,
foeming white except where heat had
crisped it into brown, with edges 30
trinity, 90 exactly cut, and middle
adorned with . wonderous irlofpaste.
embodying the initial "P."- - marvel
ous pie +! . pie to make the mouth water
and put IN appetite under the ribs of
dispepaia. Long and lovingly did Polly
gase on this chef d9uvre before com.
mitting it to thetop shelf Of the pantry,
and then, rapidly restoring all to it,
pristine tidiness, she fed up stairs for
there was hat to be trimmed; house.
keeper though she wa, Polly was NO
less girl-a girl Of eighteen, and what
wa more, the prettiest girl Of that age
10 :Cohasset. Something WAS due to
this eminent position. So, shut into
her, room, she sat adjusting the killing
little feather on tho turban, turning
now and then to survey tho now effect
in . morsel of q looking-glass, and
by-and.by, - the gifted gold began
to gather round the sunset, . sound
came Oh the Wind-the distant shrek
OF locomotive. The train arrived at
the Junction, four miles away. Far
above the woods she could sec the dull.
blue smoke. Down went the new hat,
and lovely smile parted her lima.
That shrek meant-Phil Phil had
come. The thought awoke With her
the next morning, aud lent its spring to
the many small businesses which 9sh-
cred in the day. It was for him she
rubbed the crimson apples till they
shone, heaped the grape clusters 20
gracefully, and crowned the vases With
chr: santhemums and gay leaves. The
candle she inserted in the tall, plated
branches, the noble hickory logs should |
v arm, the polished andirons please his
eye. She lent her VIII le attention to |
the icinR-Phil liked loaf cake: and il
ever the spirit Of Lady Mary: Wortley's |
was carried out, If ever Q room !
ceased to be . room, dinner . dinner |
lit was now, when transmuted BY ten.
der alchemy, the old farm house took
on higher meaning, and Mrs. Pur-
SAILS nuts and apples became indeed
" the refreshment provided fra below
ed one" ,~ ... ."'.
All things in order At last, . merry
party set of for church-father, moth
er, brother James, his wife and child
first insta!ment Of the family gathering,
and in the midst, Polly: The sun
shone; the crisp leaves rustled under
foot ), in all Cohasset was no blither
face than that crowned BY the new tur-
ban, % our little maid took her seat In I
the gallery front row as one of the Vii:
lage choir. How every seemed to
smile! She loved the world abe loved !
the Governor for arranging this delight:,
full day, this dayiwhich made 70 many
people happy: ;,-"
It was early. Tue melodeon was
playing low, droning voluntary the
green curtains we're half drawn-plenty
Of chance for the choir to peep out and |
whisper; . thing all choirs like to do.
" I say, Polly, where did you FRET
that feather :" asked her neighbor. al
only wish somebody would give mo
one. It's just elegant -
Mother bought it, said Polly, her
eyes on the door. a.,. |
!" Who are You looking for, Polly
Your motherf There she il, now
What good looking woman James
wife il, isn't she I" -. /
{" I suppose you have heard tho news, |
Polly i"broke ii another whisper from !
5ehil.d. The news about Phil Rails
ton
mo. What do you mean I" with
sudden interest. %,
s He came up last night, you know
and what do you think he brought with |
him but vile l.. The old folks id'nt !
know . word about it. Want it = fine
Thanksgiving surprisel" .. u
family, with whlte lips.
"Steve saw them: Our Steve, you
know. He came in the same train, and
there was Phil getting out with his wife,
and the squire meeting them, and look
ing 90 surprised; and Phil, he said,
Father, I've got 4 new daughter to |
introduce to yon' And then some
more in alowvoice, which Steve couldn't !
hear, and the Squire, he almost cried.
and he shook hands and said: You're |
welcome, my dear That was all that |
Steve saw, for he had to come away ;but
Reuben was mp to the Squire's in the
evening about : load Of hay, and Phil's
wife came in, and the Squire introduced
her: my sons wife, ;" he said and
looked real pleased, for all he hadn't
been told beforehand. Here they are |
Look, Polly, just coming in.'
For Z moment all swan before Pol
ly's eyes. Then the mist cleared again
and she saw Squire Ralston's white
head passing up the aisle, followed by
his sister, = dear old lady, who kept