The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-01-14
POLLY'S MISTAKE.

''I always thought You liked me,
Polly I"
$50 I do, John; I'm very fond of you,
But not in that way"
"Not III what way, Polly? only
know one way of being fond of people. ]"
"Only one way Why, there are
dozens of ways.
"Well, Polly, just say you'll marry
me, and you may be fond OF me in your
own way, or in dozen ways, I'm not
particular.
But that was just what Polly would
not do. All Johns eloquence could not
induce her TO utter that simple little
word Eyes" At last Johns stock of
patience, never very large, gave out, and
ne told Polly she was a finty hearted
little hirt, to pretend to be fond of him
in any way, when it was plain to bc seen
that she did not care button for him.
That was to much, to be called o fiirt,
and finty hearted fiirt and by John
Polly's eyes sparkled, and sharp retort
was OF the tip of her tonge, when the
Kitchen door opened, and Uncle Silas
entered.
" Be you two holdin' Quaker m aetin2"
said he, as he was going out, after filling
and lighting his pipe at Polly's ironing
place, "or be you savin' up for the
-stngiu to-nightl Don't overdo it, tho,
Polly, or maybe your tongue III git stiff
ina the iints. Queer things is women's
tongues" And Uncle Silas went of
chuckling over his little joke.
Of course, after that, Polly was not
going 60 be in any hurry to speak. Per-
VNl, N To oh I,NlI Hox
tongue, too She will show him And
Polly bites her lip very hard and tries to
look very resolute indeed. But John
had been busy repenting for ten minutes;
'he got up, as his father shut the door,
and said, quite gently, I'm sorry, Polly,
for what l said while ago. didn't
mean it, dear" No answer unless a
big tear that dropped on Polly iron just
then might be taken for one.
Well, Polly, never mind, I'll try to
get over being fond of you, if it makes
you 30 unhappy; you need not cry about
it ; / hope IL is not so bad as thnt And
with that John went out to his wood
ohopping, and Polly finished ironing,
and nobody was any the wiser. That is,
alobody but Paul Pry, the parrot, who
had heard every word, and startled Polly
drcadfully that same evening by calling
cat suddenly at the supper table, "Hillo
Polly, never mind never mind never
mind Poor Polly Pretty Polly dol't
cryl"
However, neither Uncle Silas nor
.Aaut Debby paid the least regard to Paul
Pry & rathec person al and slightly imper.
Sneat remarks; but they made Polly so
nervous with drea1 of what ne might
say next that she could not eat, and
thereby attracted Aunt Debhy's attention
to herself.
Re You sick, child? You don't seem
60 have no appetite, and your face is red
MS beet this minute. L do hope to
goodness you amt going to be took
down with fever. Simon Brown saws il
IS dreitul bad over to Rockaway."
Polly's checks is allus like pink hol-
0yhocks, said Uncle Silas, with glance
al afsctionate admiration in Polly's di-
rcction-
"Some folks admire to see red cheeks.
and then again some doesn't. There's
Alice Brown, now; she amt got no more
.oosor nor a stattoo; but most folks lows
she's drefful hansum; that young painter
chap from York was allus a DRAWN of
her picter. For my part, / think red
cheeks is healthy" and Aunt Debby
stirred her tea meditatively.
"Alice Brown amt no more TO be com.
pared to our Polly for looks nor them
bIesched potato-sprouts down cellar is
fl to be put in posy along o pinks and
qiIIifowers," said Uncle Silas indig-
asntly.
DWELL, father, 1 dunno; last Sabbath