Litchfield enquirer., 1877-09-27

had been in the room three minutes, she begins to look round strange an puzzled. an when she comes to Lady Jane Grey. she catches Joe's arm an gives trenholm start. 9siieifa77s fav ia aa2 s854 s a1
 'I've been here before," she says. I was here last races-I-oh, Joe, ,-" an she breaks off with sob. s He sets her in chair and stands before her, so as the Bonnys can't see. sf@ lot
 ''Dont cry, Polly" he says, but be says it with sinkin feelin. because he sees as she doesn't remember him at all, an that she hasn't forgot her handsome sweet. heart. tt' aeu r-s.s o Q She doesn't cry much more for fear of the Bonnys, but she doesn't laugh nor talk no more all the rest of the day, an her little downcast face was enough to make mans heart ache. | dare say you will think as Joe was a fool to hang on so in the face of all this, but it was his way to hang on to thlng quiet an steady, and you remember what I've said about his simpleness. So he does hang on without a but of hope until through Polly herself he speaks almost without knowing it, an 1t happens in the collection just three months from the day as she recognized Lady Jane Grey. @ ola 3-H .ra. ? What made you so good to me that night. Joe2 she says again to him, mourn full an gentle. never shall forget it. No one else would have been so good. -'
 Polly, he says, a:takin out his bandanna an wipin his forehead, for, though a cool day, he had broke out in free perspira- tion- Polly, 1t was because l loved you. An he went straight through an told her the whole story. Al '~ VI.
 But, says he at the end: Don't let that come between you an me, Polly, for why should it? You have nothing to give me, Polly, an, consequently, don't ask noth. in. 4 ..''azas' 't
 No, says she, in half whisper. I hay en't nothin to give no one. uaq.,... .,fi
 An yet,it wasn't three weeks before =; but. I'll tell you how it happened
 He'd been invited to the Bonnys' to tea, an when he went there, he found Polly ailin.. She was white an nervous, an her eyes looked big an woeful.
 She had fright last night, Mrs. Bonny told him. Some scamp of fellow follow ed her all the way home an it's upsot her.
 She hardly spoke all the evenin, but lay back in the big rockin-chair a-lookin al Joe every now an then as if she was askin him to help her, an when he'd bid'em all goodnight an was halfway down the street, he hears the door open again, an who should come runnin after him, but her, all out of breath, an catches him by the arm cryin. ..f-g l.. ..,.'
 Joe, she says, do you do you love me yet, Joe? -...
 Polly, he says, what is it my dear? an hearin her ask him such question, turn ed him almost sick with joy an pain to- gether. .. ... .s. .. .Y.
 Because, she sobs out, t,--because. if you love me vel, et,-take me, Joe, an keep me safe. ..s .l .. l-.i ie-},
 An before he knows how it happens. he has her in his arms, with her face against his coat. ...a sr..a..
 After they was both bit quiet, be takes her back to Mrs. Bonny, an says he;
 = Mrs. Bonny. Polly an me is goin to be married.
 An Mrs. Bonny says:
 We'll, now, Polly, that's sensible; an though say it as shouldn't, must own as wouldn't care if it was Meliar.
 An she kisses Polly, an the girls kisses her, an they all shakes hands, an it's set tied thing.
 They was married almost immediate, an Joe was as happy as 8 man could be un- der the circumstances; for mind you, he wasn't a-deceivin hisself, an knowed we'll enough as his wasn't the kind of mar riage where there two hearts beatin warm together, an both is full of joy an hope.
 But, says he, never expected this much, an Id be a queer sort of chap not to be grateful, as the woman love could turn to me for comfort when she needed It; an if love can bring love, mine'n be like to do it some day.
 So he waited an hoped, an did his best, an he sometimes thought as Polly drawed bit nearer to him as time went on. At any rate, she was good, gentle little thing an always seemed tryin to please him in 8 wistful, longin way. as if she had some thin to make up for. Once, when they was settin together at night, she came an knelt down before him, and hid her face on his knee. ssss F. ...-s- s.I fs.I..r Joe, she says, was you never afraid to marry me,-when-when you remember as never told you nothin? s
 No, he answers. No, Polly,-never,
 But I might have been 8 wicked girl, l,she whispers. ......s.... ..,.....f -, -, No, says he stout and tender. You mightn t, Polly; an he stoops down an kisses her pretty hair. .g 3ss4 ...s ,tl
 She burst out a-cryin, and creeps clos or, go as to lay her cheek on his hand.
 I might have been, she says;but I wasn't, Joel wasn't. because God an you helped An yet he knows as there somethin be- hind as keeps her from beia happy, though she tries so hard an faithful. He always sees the wistfulness in her eyes, an hears it in her voice, an time an time again he knows she iyin awake at night a grievin quiet. One mornin, after she been lower than common, a letter comes to her, an he sees her turn white, an after she holds it a minute, she walks up to the fire an throws it in, an before he goes back to the collection, she comes an catches him round the neck, an says:
 want to be good wife, Joe,--I want to be. an will, an cries, bit again. That very afternoon there comes a swell into the wax-WOrks, an as soon as Joe sets eyes on him, he knows its the chap he first see Polly with in the race-week, and there he is a-saunterin round an pretendin to be an yet keepin 8 sharp look out around him. So Joe goes up to him, and speaks to him quite firm and low:
 Was you elookin for any one, sir? he asks, ov~et af..,- &. ..,'.., ,.... ,f.
 The swell looks at him cool enough.
 What that you say, my good fellow?he f. r..,,...., ...=..
 We'll, says Joe, nothing in general way, perhaps; only, air, I was a-thinkin as perhaps you might be lookin for some one as was unprotected an helpless, an there aint no such party here; an if you d like your money returned at the door, -me be- in the proprietor of the cOllection,-I shouldn have no objection.
 D. yonr collection! says the swell; but he turns round an goes out, haif a. laughin.I ( 10 sssa35E f8zit aa4 geG xaf a l At tea that eYenin, Polly was dreadful restless an timid ,an seemed to be a-listen- in to somethin:an after bit Joe finds out what it is.-its footsteps 8 passin packard an forard near the house, -passin packard and forard reglar; and they goes on that way for good hour, an then stops; an all the time Polly sits close to Joe. as if she was afraid to leave him, her eyes shinin an her voice shakin when she speaks. Only that somethin tells him as she doesn't want him to go, he woald have went out; or, kl,a ro;JIla 0f khn ,,;~-l,k ho rvoa al