Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1872-03-20

to search out glow wOrms-all of these
and similar pursuits had made it time
of enchantment. Phil was an old play
mate and neighbor; nobody thought
much of their being together, but Polly
thought great deal And the last
day of all, when she supposed him gone,
he had stolen away an half an hour be-
fore train time, and surprised her in the
cool well-room, her sleeves rolled I'D,
her slender waist enveloped in a white
apron, making pies all unconscious Of
his proximity.
The last visit stood in bold relief
from others for, lingering there out
! side TIE window, words had been half
said, half looked, which she could ne
yer forget, though at the same time,
half frightened, she had pretended not
to understand them. And at last he
took to teasing about the pies, as she
daintily rolled the paste and jagged
the narrow strips for edging. Wouldn't
she make him one-all his own-at
Thanksgiving time, for instance, for he
was coming home then? 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 window-Polly colored
now as she thought of it-he had softly
| kissed the little brown wrist, and de-
parted, his last words being, IF you
love me, Polly, don't forget the pie" [
am afraid that it was too late for that
{" if.n
For, dreadful as it seems, the Pollies
of real life do not always wait, as the
books say they should, until decisive
word has been spoken before yielding
their hearts. Love comes unseen, un-
sought, as the sun comes, or the dew
eyes ask, looks ask. Prudence tugs
feebly at the bolt; but her strength is
weakness; open flies the door, and
Cupid takes possession for bless or
bale. Which in our Polly's case, it
was to be remained to be shown. Phil
loved her she was sure, and the hope
full sky was bright with early dawn.
eff you love me-" The words so
| lightly spoken hummed around her like
a song as she drew from it's hiding place
PhiPs pie. Such a pie! Crisp as frost,
! fOaming white except where heat had
crisped it into brown, with edges so
trinity, so exactly cut, and middle
adorned with a wonderous twirl ofpaste,
embodying the initial "P. "a marvel
| Gus pie a pie to make the mouth water
and put an appetite under the ribs of
| dyspepsia. Long and lovingly did Polly
! gaze on this chef d'CeuUre before COM
mitting it to the top shelf of the pantry,
and then, rapidly restoring all to its
| pristine tidiness, she fled up stairs for
there was hat to be trimmed house
keeper though she was, Polly was no
| less a girl-a girl of eighteen, and what
was more, the prettiest girl of that age
! in COhasset. Something was due to
| this eminent position. So, shut into
| her room, she sat adjusting the killing
little feather on the turban, turning
now and then to survey the new effect
in a morsel of looking-glass, and
! by-and-by, as the gifted gold began
to gather round the sunset, sound
came oD the wind-the distant shrek
of locomotive The train arrived at
the Junction, four miles away. Far
above the woods she could see the dull,
blue smoke. Down went the new hat,
and lovely smile par her lips
| That shrek meant IL Phil had
come. The thought a,,oke with her
! the next morning, and lent its spring to
the many small businesses which ush-
cred in the day. 1t was for him she
rubbed the crimson apples till they
shone, heaped the grape clusters SO
! 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
warm, the polished andirons please his
eye. She lent he1 VIII, le attention to
the icing-Phil liked loaf cake; and if
ever the spirit of Lady Mary Wortley's
sentiment was carried out, If ever q room
ceased to be room, dinner dinner
it was now, when transmitted by ten
der alchemy, the old farm house took
on higher meaning, and Mrs. Pur-
SAILS nuts and apples became indeed
"the refreshment provided fer below
ed one"
All things in order at last, a merry
party set off for church-father, moth
er, brother James, his wife and child
first lnstalment 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 tIlr-
ban, as our little maid took her seat IN
the gallery front row as one of the vii
lage choir. How verything seemed to
smile She loved the world she loved
the Governor for arranging this delight
full day, this day which made so many
people happy.
It was early. The melodeon was
playing low, dronlng voluntary the
green curtains were half drawn plenty
of chance for the choir to peep out and
whisper, thing all choirs like to do.
g ] say, Polly, where did you get
that feather ?" asked her neighbor. . I
only wish somebody would give me
one. It's just elegant" !"
" Mother bought it, said Polly, her
eyes on the door,
d" Who are you looking for, Polly?
Your mother? There she is, now
What good looking woman James
wife is, isn't she ?''
{" suppose you have heard thenews,
Polly 2" broke in another whisper from
behind. g The news about Phil Rails
ton p
No. What do you mean 2" with
sudden interest.
He came up last night, you know
and what do you think he brought with
him hut wife The old folks did
know word about it. Wasn't it fine
Thanksgiving surprise 2"
" How did you haar?n asked Polly,
family, with white 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 so surprised; and Phil, he said,
Father, I've got new daughter to
introduce to you And then some
more IN low voice, 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 up to the Squire's in the
evening about a 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
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