Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1878-12-13

cause YOU are suspected OF finding Miss Han
nah's money, which she lost the day You left,
please return at once, as money has been
found, and your good name restored, though
never suspected by your friend,
PAULINE POWERS"
But her object in town was not merely to
mail this document She went direct from
the postoilice to the bank where her little
hoard was growing, and drew out a hundred
dollars in. crisp greenbacks, tives and tens,
trusting that they made no larger parcel than
Miss Hannah's; then she retraced her steps
homeward and quietly dropped the precious
roll on the floor Of Miss Hannah's closet,
where it might easily have been overlooked
after falling from the rent in her pocket she
wisely coniecturcd that the next day being
Friday, Miss Hannah would bring il to light
with her broom.
whats all this about Miss Hannah's mon
ey and my good name? = asked Baxter, when
he returned on Saturday and found oppor-
tunity to speak to Polly privately. Polly re-
lated the facts, leaving out her own share in
the results.
"And where was the money found 2"
Miss Hannah found it on sweoping-day
on the floor Of her closet" demurely.
And who put it there, POlly?"
"Who?" Why, she says it must have
dropped there when she hung up her gown"
Poor deudld Miss Hannah! How long
since you learned to prevarcate so prettily,
Polly Z"
Il? Preyarcate! What do you mean,
Mr.. Baxter
II mean that you drew the money from
your bank store yesterday to save my good
name Polly. Don't deny it. The cashier
told mc-he had some curiosity about it, If
You can do so much for my good name, how
much more would you do for the owner (?
There's o riddle for YOU Polly hung her
head aud bushed. And so you've aban-
dOncd the idea Of au education Polly Z"
II don't know. I'm 20 sorry you found it
ont you will not think that u
IL shall think that you love me well
enough TO be my wife, Polly dear And
Polly failed TO put in an objection.
Didn't | tell you how it would be, Hi
ram p said Hannah, at dinner the following
week. Here's Baxter and Polly, they step
ped down to town this morning on an errand
together and came driving Lack like the
Great Mogul, whoever he was. on their 1ftd-
diHg tour, to say good-by. blowed the din
ncr horn for you like the last trump, think
ing that d fetch you, if any thing, but reck-
on you're getting deef."
well, | never!" cried Hiram, aghast
But it amt no use crying over split milk
As Baxter and his bride drove along, the
how,ry by-roads through" toward the rail
way station, 1--WE n pretty story to tell you
nay love, he said, (which / hope you will be
glad TO hynr-a true story. There was once
young man who being rich and strong. and
tir,d of fashionable life and its cOnventiorah-
ties, undertook a walking tour through the
mountains and valleys of New Hampshire for
summers vacation or recreation, camping
out AT night III the green woods, huying his
daily bread at fNm-houscs by the way, or
brOiiiug his wild game by a brush wood fir,
aS fortune favored him, wearing his old
clothes, aud getting brouzcd and weather
stained on the route. One night he asked
for lodgings at a certain farm-h house door, as il
threatened rain, and he had mind to try
the luxury of a bed indoors. A young girl
opened the door for him, spread the table,
made TIE bed. Gnd-st his heart and the
next week, when the farmer offered him a
seasons farn-work, being short of hands,
and mistakins him for a tramp, be promptly
accepted the situation, having a fancy for
adventurous living and the young girl aforo-
said"
Mr. Baxter" said Polly. what do you
mean 7"
ITS a true story, Polly"
"Do You mean that you-oh John that
you are not-that you are the young man,
that the farmer is Mr. Thornley,, and an ig-
nor:nt country girl ike me yOUT tniJe! Oh,
John, how could you be so foolish? How
could you deceive me so y
1t was all for love and the world well
lost =" said Baxter. proudly.
There's that hundred dollars" said Miss
Hannah, the next year, when she lay ILL., Il
put it direct into the bank. Give it to Polly
f-if any thing happens to me, though she
doesn't need ii. goodness knows a-trapesing
of to Europe. You needn't tell her, but l
must confess | was little coufused when
found them greenbacks on my closet floor
seeing l hadn't lost red cent myself. -
Hdrper's BdzIr.