The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1879-02-20

He may leave the old farmhouse forever
To dwell in a holier sphere;
An the crown that he wears may be brighter
Because o his simple life here.
Eugene J. Hall. in Chicago Tribune.
POLLY PEMBROKE'S BABY.
"DEAR me-" said Polly Pembroke,
"what noise and confusion! I am
quite sure should go crazy if lived in
the city"
Polly Pembroke was farmer daugh-
ter, who had come down to New York
to buy the material for the first silk
dress she had ever owned-a real deep
blue, to be trimmed with velvet of q
darker shade.
And POlly's golden head was dizzy
with the thunder of omnibus wheels,
and the rattle and rush of elevated
railways, and the succession of brill
liant things in the shop windows--and
Polly sat holding on her parcels in the
great echoing depot, and wondering
why everybody was in such a hurry.
For the express train was just going
out, and Polly and Miss Jones, the vii
iage dressmaker, who had come with
her to help select the important dress,
were obliged to wait fifteen minutes
for the way-train, which condescended
to stop at Whip-poor-Will Glen, where
Polly lived.
She was pretty little primrose of a
maiden, with large, wistful brown eyes,
lovely yellow hair, and cheeks as pink
as a daisy, while Miss Jones, who sat
beside her, was straight and stiff, and
upright, and wrinkled, as became sim
gle woman of sixty.
And just as Polly was wondering if
there was no end to the stream of hui
mainly flowing through the wide open
depot-gate, atall, handsome gentleman,
with a dark complexion and deep Span
ish eyes, came in with a little babe in
his arms.
Stewardess,' he said to a respccta-
ble-looking quadroon, with a scarlet
silk handkerchief twisted picturesque
ly around her head, who was busting
the window sash, 81 am going out on
the Chicago express, and have for
| gotten message which must be tele-
graphed to my place of business at
once; will you be good enough to take
this child minute, until -
But the stewardess hastily drew
back.
"No, sab, eff you please" said she,
GIVE heard o. many cases where
Spectacle women was left wild strange
children on their hands jist dis-a-wayr'
Instinctively, Polly Pembroke stretch
ed out her arms.
"Let me take the baby, SIR" said
she, coloring all over with pretty eager
ness. "pll hold it for you. Children
are always good with me.''
The stranger dotted his hat courte-
ously.
81 am infinitely obliged to you,"
said he; "and I'll trouble you no long
er than can help
''Polly, Polly! are you raving mad?''
whispered Miss JONES' pulling the
sleeve of the girls dress.
But Polly paid no heed to her. .
Suppose that gentleman shouldn't
come backT' cried Miss Jones, elevat-
ing both hands.
''He WILL" said Polly, gently rock
ing the little mite on her knee. "Oh,
look, Miss Jones'! isn't it pretty? l
declare it's laughingr'
"Pretty?" groaned Miss Jones, roll
ing her whitey-blue eyes skyward,
''Polly Pembroke, do believe you've
taken leave of your senses! There's
the bell-the gates are closed!'
"What of it?" said Polly.
"The Chicago express is goner'
"Well,' said Polly, "and what of
that?''
"Child, dom you comprehend Your
fine gentleman was going in the Chi
cago EXPRESS cried Miss Jones.
~ suppose he has missed the train,"
said Polly, quietly.
''Not her' shifted Miss Jones. "He
has skunk quietly in by another way,
ard is laughing in his sleeve at you
and your folly this very moment"
"Nonsense!' said Polly.
But she looked little disturbed,
nevertheless, and glanced rather anx-
iously at the door through which the
tall gentleman with the Spanish eyes
had disappeared.
"Come," said Miss Jones, jumping
briskly up, and gathering her parcels
in her hand. "There's the bell for our
train"
But can't 60 and leave the child"
cried Polly.
"Humphr' snorted Miss Jones.
Are You going to stay here all night
with itp''
"But what shall do?'' said Polly,
beginning to be little bewildered and
frie htened. perhaps, Miss Jones.
we'd better wait until the next train. y
"And not get home until nine o. clock
at night!' croaked Miss Jones.
~ don't see what else we can do. -
said Polly.
| But the trains came and went. and
still no one appeared to claim the baby.
Miss Jones grew desperate.
"POlly Pembroke said she, "I've
no patience with you for getting us into
this scrape. What do you suppose is
to be the end of it ALP"
Polly rose quietly up.
- am going to take the child home
with u.s." said she.
"Pollyr'
II amr' reiterated the girl. "Poor
little helpless innocent! what else can
we dop'' ~''o you
1 "Let it be sent to the House of Ref
1uge or the Poor-House, or some such
placer' screamed Miss Jones.
/ "With those eyesP'' said Polly, look
ing down into the tender, pleading
orhs.. "Never!. 1t will be all right,
am quite sure, Miss Jones. All this is
only mistake. Stewardess," to the
Suspicious -quadroon, who had taken
care to keep IL & sSie' distahce "A The
while, " here's my address. Give it to
the gentleman when he comes back. -
7tyy4 es," said the woman, pursuing up
1Aerh lips. But it's my private 'pinion
a. nobody won't never see hide nor
So Polly FsS6Rac;as brought hsoah,ss,