Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-03-21

should drop III ii ne couiu' anu toiu
him we'd be happy to see him. "
ooh, well, = replied Mrs. F., too in
tent upon the pies to detect the weak
points of this lucid explanation, that
was SO long ago that very likely he's
forgot all about it. But Phil is always
welcome anyhow
Polly said nothing. In her secret
soul she did not really believe Phil had
/ forgotten.
How distinctly aforementioned about
[ that promise. All through that vaca-
ton 50 vaguely alluded to ''as in the
summer, " they had been together, Phil
and she. gardening at a rate of mig
nionette seed to twenty minutes con-
versation-" botanizing;" Heaven save
the mark Polly hardly knew the diff
ference between pistll and a pistol /;
| dawling at the gate under the pink sun
| set until the moon rose shy and silvery
above the pink, and Mrs. Pursalls
voice addressed them from an upper
window under the subject OF damp
j." trapesing," to use the language of the
same authority, in wet grass of evenings
| 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 a 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 III the
cool we'll room, her sleeves rolled up,
her slender waist enyeloped in white
apron, making pies oil unconscious of
his proximity.
/ The last visit stood in bold relief
from others for lingering there out
| side the 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
I Thanksgiving time, for instance, for he
was coming homo thenl Oh, yes, he
was sure she would, though she gave
no promise she should come in the
evening for it. And then the time
I
through the window-Polly colored
now rs she thought OF 1.-THE had softly
kissed the little brown wrist, and de-
parted, his last wolds being. off you
/ love me, Polly, don't forget the pie" |
am afraid that it was too late for that
"ifn ......
For dreadful as it seems, the Pollies
of real life do not always wait, as the
books say they SHOULD, until a decisive
word has been spoken before yielding
/ their hearts. Love comes unseen, I'M
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.
"If you love me-" The words so
| lightly spoken hummed around her like
song as she drew from its hiding place
| PILLS pie. Such a pie Crisp as frost,
foamiug white except where heat had
crlsped it into brown, with edges so
trinity, so exactly cut, and middle
adorned with wonderous twirl ofpaste,
embodying the initial Pa marvel
Gus pie pie to make the mouth water
and put an appetite under the ribs OF
dyspepsia. Long and lovingly did Polly
gaze on this chez d'Gutre before com
hitting it to the top shelf Of the pantry,
and then, rapidly restoring all to its
pristine tidiness, she fled up stairs for
/ there was a 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 tmban, 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 CD 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 parted her lips
That shrek meant-Phil Phil had
come. The thought awoke with her
the next morning, and lent its spring to
the many small businesses which ush-
cred in the day. 1t vas 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
arm, the polished audirons please his
eve. She lent her VIII lie attention to
the icing-Phil liked loaf cake; and if
ever the spirit of Lady Mary Wortleys
!