The Newtown bee., 1879-09-03
CHAPTER III.

What boy could ever hold his tongue when he ought to, OF keep @ secretP
 "Polly, l must tell you," says Dick, after she had her bonnet on, ready to start. "COme off here-it is a secret. I caught the doctor for you, miss; I told him how you were crying your eyes out about him, and how you were dying after him. l heard you say so. Oh, I managed this matter nicely. Now, thank me for it, miss.''
 Polly was stunned. If she did not care particularly aboutJohn Cary herself. she at least imagined him to be greatly in love with her. It was too cruel to destroy the pleasant illusion.
 And Dick stood hopping first on one leg, then on the other, waiting to be thanked. She could have boxed him.
 A moment more and the farewells were over, and Polly and her husband were rolling side by side to the station. Polly, dear" says her husband and-and even our courtship in such confusion, that I'm glad we'll have a chance to get acquainted with each other. You'll call me John, won't you, dear?"
 "Oh, yes," she answers, coldly. "Any- thing will do."
 And you'll kiss me, now, won't you, Polly? Do you know you have never kissed me a single time yet?"
 "Some people are coming, and they will laugh to see us such geese" says Polly, hurriedly. pulling her veil over her face.
 do you, Polly?"
 She was crying so she could not an- swer, and Doctor John sighed rather sadly to himself.
 q don't know much about Womens ways, 1 am afraid"
 Not this year, nor the next one, either" Dicks words seemed prophetic.
 Polly did not even get half way to the city. Doctor John had gone to the cooler to bring her a cup of water, and when next Polly opened her eyes, she was lying on her own bed in her own room, dark ened, feeling very sore and weak and stiff.
 Doctor John, looking much older and anxious and wan, had his fingers on her wrist, counting her pulse.
 A railway accident, of course. Polly had terrible time of it getting well, but she found out what kind, good, de- voted husband she had in those weary, trying weeks of pain.
 When at last, there came a day when she could again be daintily dressed in DCCOIuIllS llbDOllS, ttntl WHICH once IIOIc crimps and curls were a part of life, it was a great day for them.
 We were married last year, Polly" says John, looking at her admiringly. ''Here is the middle of new Janu- ary. We've been man and wife five long weeks. Quite an old couple, aren't we?"
 Polly put her hand in his
 You have never kissed me yet, Polly.n
 "I'il do it now" And she put her arms around his neck.
 He! he! what fun" came giggling from the half-open door, and Dick dashed off down stairs.
 Patsy and Kitty came rushing up to see what could the matter be, and as Kitty reported, Polly just up and kissed her husband as bold as lion before them all" though her face was as pink as the rose on her breast, and John Cary was blushing like a girl.
 And though when Polly got well and strong enough she gave Dick a good shaking, she thanked him all the same in the bottom of her heart, and they both petted and made much of the boy, till Patsy and Kitty declared he was on the high road to ruin.
 But John proving good husband, Polly was right. Marrying man is like eating mushrooms. If you die they were toadotools, if you live they were mushrooms. If a man beats you he is a toadstool; if not, be sure he is some kind of mushroom, for which be thankful