The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-05-04

which she lost the day you left, please return
at once, as money has been found, and your
good name Is restored, though never suspect
ed by your friend, PAULINE POWERS"
But her object In town was not merely tc
mail this document; she went direct from the
postofflce to the bank where her little hoard
was growing, and drew out hundred dollars
III crisp greenbacks, fives and tens. trusting
that they made no larger parcel than Miss
Hannah's; then she retraced her steps home
ward, and quietly dropped the precious roll
on the floor Of Miss Hannah's closet, where ii
might easily have been overlooked after fall
ing from the rent In her pocket; she wisely
coniectured that the next day being Friday,
Miss Hannah would bring 1t to light with her
broom.
What's all this about Miss Hannah's
money and my good name?' asked Baxter,
when he returned on Saturday and found
opportunity to speak to Polly privately.
Polly related the facts, leaving out her own
share In the results.
And where was the money found2'
Miss Hannah found 1t on sweeping day on
the floor Of her closet" demurely.
"And who put 1t there, Polly2"
"Who2 Why, she says it must have drop
ped there when she hung up her gown"
Poor deluded Miss Hannah How long
SINCE you learned to prevaricate SO prettily,
Polly?"
p. ~ Prevarloate' What do you mean' Mr..
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 me
he had some curiosity about 1T. Ii you can
Do 80 much tor ny god re name hey T%s. mnoh
riddle for you" Polly hung her head and
Of an education, Polly2"
II don't know / am sorry you found 1t
out; you will think that
Il shall think that you love me well enough
to be my wife, Polly dear" Aud Polly failed
to put In an objection
Didn't tell you how 1t would be- Hiram2"
said Hannah at dinner the following week.
Here's Baxter and Polly, they stepped down
and came driving back like the Great Mogu,
whoever he was, On their wedding tour, to say
good-by. / blowed the dinner horn for you
like the last trump. thinking that d fetch
you, If anything, but reckon you're getting
deaf
"Well. never!' cried Hiram, aghast. "But
it amt no use crying over split milk
As Bax er and his bride drove along, 1.-The
flowery by-roads through" toward the station,
five pretty storysto tell you, my loves" he
a true story. There was once q young man
who, being rich and strong, and tired Of fash
iOnable life and conventionalities undertook
a walking tour through the mountains and
valleys OF New Hampshire for summers
vacation or recreation, camping out at night
farm houses by the way, or broiling his wild
game by brushwood fire. as fortune favored
him, wearing his old clothes, and getting
bronzed and weather-staned on the route.
One night he asked for lodgings at certain
farm house door, as it threatened rain, and
he had a mind to try the luxury Of bed in
DOORS 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 tramp, he
accepted the situation, having a
fancy for adventurous living and the young
girl aforesaid
Mr. Baxter" said Polly, "what do you
mean"
Its 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 ignorant
country girl like me your WJe? Oh, John,
how could you be 50 foolish? How could you
deceive me SOP
ut 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. 81
put IL direct into the bank. Give 1t to Polly.
Tiff anything happens to me, though she
doesn't need it, goodness knows-a trapesing
Off to Europe. You needn't tell her, but /
must confess / was a little confused when /
found them greenbacks on my closet floor,
seeing that hadn't lost red cent myself"