Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1874-09-24
POLLY's POSTSCRIPT.

That old Bob Robins should have
had as lovely a niece as Polly Whip
pie, is one of those curious facts ex'
plicable only on some hidden princi-
pie of the un6tness of things. He
had kind word for nobody, not even
Polly, to whom, it was said, he i'll
tended to leave his money whenever
death should force him to let 60 his
own hold on it-provided, always, she
did nothing meanwhile to make him
change his mind.
POlly's perfections had early led
me captive. don't think-and its
subject upon which have frequent
ly put myself through rigid self
exalnination-I don't think her pecu-
mary prospects had the least to do
with the state of my feelings, which
| was more than once on the point of
declaring to her; but SIZE would stop
me by saying must speak to Uncle
Bob first.
"He's in the library now," she said
one day. "You might 60 in and talk
with him at once"
Go and talk with him. should
as soon have thought Of interviewing
royal Bengal tiger in his native
jungle.
| Couldn't yoa speak to him. |
limited.
"Not for the world!' cried Polly,
turning pale at the bare idea.
Thank Heaven he can't live al
ways" CALCULATED, vexed beyond en-
durancn.
whats that you say thundered
the infuriated uncle, opening the door
in time to catch my last words. Get
out of my house, YOU puppy! and
while | do live, see that you never
enter it again J"
The thing got wind, and to escape
the general laugh that followed, |
changed my abode to distant city.
There was no Use staying to be jeered
at. NY hopes were dashed.
In time ! mustered courage 20 open
a correspondence with Polly. / did
not speak openly OF love, and, of
course, she didn't. But We wrote
each other all the news. Such dear.
delightful, rambling letters as | used
TO get from her-so full Of gossip,
and such artless slips in orthography
and syntaX.
One of them was handed me at
breakfast one morning. | stopped to
open and read it.
"Huzzar exclaimed, as reached
the end, springing up, upsetting my
cpffee, and scalding the leg Of the
next boarder. Do not blame me,
reader; under similar circumstances,
you would probably have done the
,ame.
"P. S.-Uacle Bobs dead," were
the concluding words of the letter.
To dispose of so serious matter
so briefly, might have thought a
little unfeeling; but who could care
for such an old curmudgeon and
then. in the view of future possibil-
tiles thus Unexpectedly opened to
Polly and myself, she may have felt
delicacy in charging upon the sub
jet.
| think should have repeated my
"huzza" to the extent of three times,
Fif the scalded boarder hadn't brought
me to myself by calling me fool y
restrained the further expression
of my feelings, and retired for re-
Election.
How | should have enjoyed be-
ing at the old fellows funeral" / was
wicked enough to say to myself; and
couldn't help smiling st the thought
of DR.. Mellowtone (under whose min
istrations old Uncle Bob had often
slept before), portraying, in dulcet
accents, the imaginary virtues of the
dead.
Leaving Polly a decent time to as
suage her sorrow, | set out, deter
mined to press the suit to which there
was now no impediment. \ day by
rail brought me to her and my native
place.
| hurried to the house new doubt
less her own, where last we parted
1t was plain her grief had lost its
edge; for, as | approached. heard
the sound of music within. | entered
without ceremony, and found Polly
at the piano in dHss anything but
dirgeful.
The sight of me startled her.
"Gol go, for Heavens sake" she
exclaimed, lowering her voice to a
whisper.
"Not until | have laid bare my
heart !" | replied. falling on my knees
in the most approved style.
"Whs,'s the jacknape up to now
roarel voice behind me, which, l
had hoped. was forever hushed in
death. al thought l told YOU never
to show yourself here again while l
lived"
IL thought you were dead" /
stammered.
Dead who the mischief tod
vott soS"