The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1878-12-17


nah's; then she retraced her steps
homeward, and quietly dropped the
precious roll on the floor OF Miss Han
nal's closet. where 1t might easily have
been overlooked after falling from the
rent Ia her pocket; she wisely conlec'
tnred thatthe next day being Friday Miss
Hannah would bring it to light "ish her
broom.
What's all this about Miss Hannahs
money and my good namef' asked Bax'
ter. when he returned on Saturday and
found opportunity to speak to Folly pri'
vately. Polly related the facts, leaving
out her own share IN the results
"And where was the money found r
"Mls. Hannah found it on sweeping.
day on the floor Of her closet demure'
ly
"And who putt there, Polly p
"Who2 Why, she says it must have
dropped there when she hung up her
gown"
aPaar dnluded Miss Hannah How
long since you learned to prevaricate 80
pret'ily, PollySo
~ Preyaricate! What do you mean,
Mr. Baxter p
~ mean that you drew tho money
| from your bank store yesterday TO save
my good name Polly, Don't deny It,
| The cashier told me---he had some curl
osity about IT, II you can do SO much
for my good name, how much would
you do for the owner' There is rid
die for you" Polly hung her head and
blushed "And so you've abandoned
the idea OF an educaeon, Polly z
Il don't know I'm so sorry you
found it out; you will think that l.
IL shall think that you love me vol
enough to be my wife, Polly, dear '
And Polly failed to put in an oblec
ton.
Didn't tell you how II would be,
Hiram 7" said Hannah, at dinner, we
following week. Here's Baxter and
Polly, they stepped down to town this
morning on an errand together, und
came driving back like the great mo u,
whoever he was. on their wedding tour,
to say good bye bowed the dinner.
horn for YOU like the last trump, thlnA'n
that'd fetch you if anything, but reeoi'
you're getting deef,'
well, | never!' cried Hiram, aghast
But it an't no use crying over spil'
m lk'
As Baxter and his bride drove along
"the Iiowery by roads through towards
the railway station, Ave pretty story
o tell you, my love- he said. (which
hope you will be glad to hear--a true
story. There was once young mar
who, being rich and strong, and tired o.
fashionable life and conyentionalities
: undertook a walking tour through tht
mountains and valleys of New Hampshire
for summers vacation or recreation
camping out ut night in the green woods
burlnn his da!l. bread ri lphpH ahaAseS p
hrnsh-wood fire. as fortuna favored him
wearing his old clothes, and getting
bronzed and weather stained on the route
One night he asked for lodgings at ,
certain farm house door, as it threatened
rain, and he had mind TO try the lnxur,
Of bed indoors. A young girl openet
the door for him, spread the table. made
the bed, and-stole his heart; and w
next week when the farmer offered him {
seasons farm work being short Of hands
he promptly accepted the situation, hay
ing a fancy for adventurous living ant
The Young girl aforesaid
Mr.. Baxter" said Polly, "what do 20,
mean n
Its true story"
"Do you mean that you oh, John
: that YOU are not--that you are the young
8 man. that the farmer is Mr.. Thornley,an,
/. an ignorant girl like me your wife ! On
John how could you be so foolish How
could Won deceive me SO Y
at was all for love and the world wei
lost said Baxter proudly.
There's that hundred dollars sait
; Miss Hannah, the next year, when sh
lay i'll II put it direct into the bank
Give it to Polly, if--if anything happen
to me, though she doesn't need It, good
: ness knnws-a-trapesing off to Europe
' You needn't tell her, but ! confess va
little confused when found them green
:, backs on my closet floor, seeing that
hadn't lost red cent myself Harper
, Bazaar.