American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1878-11-30

"Miss Hannah found it on sweeping
day on the floor of her closet" de-
murely.
"And who put it there, PollyP''
"WhoP Why, she says it must have
dropped there when she hung up her
gown"
"Poor deluded Miss Hannah! How
long since you learned to prevaricate so
prettily, Polly Pr
"IP Prevaricate: What do you
mean, Mr.. Baxter?"
81 mean that you drew the money
from your bank store yesterday to save
my good name Polly. Don't deny it.
The cashier told me-he had some Gu
rlosity about it. If you can do so much
for my good name, how much more
would you do for the ownerP There's a
riddle for you" Polly hung her head
and blushed "And so you've aban-
doned the idea of an education, PollyP''
81 don't know. I'm so sorry you
found it otit; you will think that II
81 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,
HiramP" said Hannah, at dinner, the
following week. Here's Baxter and
Polly, they stepped down to town this
morning on an errand together, and
came driving back like the Great Mo-
gul, whoever he was, on their ecedding
tour, to say good-by: 1 blowed the din
ner-horn for you like the last trump,
thinkin' that'd fetch you. if any thing,
but reckon you're getting deef."
swell, neveri" said Hiram, aghast.
'' But it amt no use crying over split
milk"
As Baxter and his bride drove along
''the fowery by roads through toward
the railway station, give Il pretty story
to tell you, my love-" he said, (which
hope you will be glad to hear-a true
story. There was once-a young man
who, being rich and strong, and tired OF
fashionable life and conventionalities,
undertook walking tour through the
mountains and valleys of New Hamp-
shire for summers vacation or recrea-
ton, camping out at night in the green
woods, buying his daily bread at farm
houses by the way, or broiling his wild
game by brush-wood fire, as fortune
favored him, wearing his old clothes,
and getting bronzed and weather stain
ed on the route. One night he asked
for lodgings at a certain farmhouse
door, as it threatened rain, and he had
a mind to try the luxury of bed in
doors. A young girl opened the door
for him, spread the table, made the bed
and-stole his heart; and the next week,
when the farmer offered him a seasons
farm work, being short of hands, and
mistaking him for a tramp, hepromptly
accepted the situation, having a fancy
for adventurous living and the young
girl Aforesaid
"Mr Baxter" said Polly, "what do
you mcanP"
It's true story, Polly"
"Do you mean that you oh, John !!
that you are not-that you are the
young man, that farmer is Mr.. Thorn
ley, and an ignorant country girl like
me your rife? Oh, John, how could
you be so foolishP How could you de-
ceive me so?''
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 i'll. 81 put it direct into the bank.
Give it to Polly, if-any thing happens
to me, though she doesn't need it,
goodness knows-a-trapesing off to Eu-
rope. You needn't tell her, but l must
confess was a little confused when |
found them greenbacks on my closet
floor, seeing that l hadn't lost red
cent myself. "-Harper's Bazar.