The Newtown bee., 1879-09-03

out, Kitty, and see if the carriage is at the door,"
 "Merciful heavens! what is the matter?n they cry, as a shriek from their mother reaches them, and a confused sound of trampling feet.
 They rush down, and find poor Dick bed.
 II knew it." groaned Mrs. Lyons "I've always said he'd be killed by | horses or guns, or be drowned! And | now he'll believe his poor mother"
 Dick, who had insisted upon driving | the ponies, had gotten himself tangled | heels, as a boy best knows how to do it: 1
 "Here is a broken arm," says John | Cary, the doctor, and he is a good | deal bruised; but we'll get him around, I hope. Who will help me with this armp I want a steady hand-no finch ing"
 Mrs. Lyons was so weak she could Kitty had cried till she could scarcely see.
 Here, Dot, take these things up stairs;" and Polly losses off the spruce hat and gloves with an irrepressible sigh.
 Poor Dick stood the operation like man. That dreadful stretching and pulling, and grating together of the broken bones.
 Polly, like a woman, exactly, held the quivering limb firmly and gently, helped pin the last bandage, saw the color com ing back to Dicks freckled face, and then gave little sigh herself and didn't know how she got up stairs to her room.
 There she was bidden to lie down, com pose herself, even take a nap. You know some people pin their faith to taking T ,l, +xS +,Ir nap" even though the house had just burned down.
 When they were all out, Polly takes off the "good clothes," her new button boots, the new travelling dress and all; putting on her old alapaca) for tears make ugly spots), she cries all sorts of tears-tears of sorrow for Dick, of vexa- ton with him; but most of all tears of disappointment and pity for herself. When she had wept out all her " little wecps," she went down. John Cary was gone, saying he would return in the | evening.
 He was a weIl-looking, well-to-do, bashful man of thirty, or whereabouts, and esteemed quite 'catch " in the neighborhood. Indeed, it was the talk of the neighborhood how those bold DOdson girls had thrown themselves at his head.
 Patsy and Kitty acknowledged in sor- row their unsuccessful efforts to attract more than a passing glance, and began advising Polly, as soon as she came down, to "try her hand and air her new finery for his benefit"
 As Doctor Cary had left Dick feeling quite comfortable, the Lyons family seemed inclined to celebrate this uncom- mon event of having an invalid in the house with considerable energy.
 Tho lNnrc of tho hn11cp- hold, ToOtemS and Dot, crawled around the bed in a fever of curiosity to see "hOw Dicks arm was mended;h Kitty and Patsy, having recovered from their fright, wanted to amuse the patient, and see him laugh, and Mrs. Lyons was mak- ing some jelly and cake for ''the poor | dear"
 Only Polly was as glum as could be. She knew well that small imp was at work within her, but could not make up her mind to drive him out; so she sat with red eyes and sulky face, gloomily knitting. She didn't laugh bit over the girls jokes, and Dick didn't see any point tozthem either.
 "Oh, Dick, you just ought to have been looking when Polly tainted. Doc tor John didn't even stop to look at her. Why, ii it hadn't been for Patsy and me, she'd lave tumbled on the floor. He only said, Sprinkle her face,' and went on punching you about the ribs"
 "He's a slow old coach," chimed in Patsy. Folly hasn't made much of a start yet; 1 shouldn't wonder if a Dod- son gets him yet. They are so persever- lng,oo, Polly, sarcastically; '.and, of course, shall cry my eyes out for him."
 Dick was dozing, but these words of Polly's caught his ear, and he kept rea. beating them to himself. He could sec her eyes were very red, and that she seemed very sad.
 Doctor Cary shook his head when he found the family party assembled round Dicks bed and the boy with a high fever.
 "Too many nurses entirely. Who will take the responsibility of keeping him quiet? Miss Polly, will you attend to the prescriptions?"
 Of course Polly would, and she did her duty so well that Dick rapidly inn proved. He could soon enjoy reading aloud, and delighted in having Doctor Cary sit with him and tell him the gal lant exploits of the Homeric heroes.
 He brought him Tennyson's "Idylls of the King" and read aloud to him many quiet evening, while Polly sat near, so- berly working and listening.
 "Geraint " was one of his favorites, who thrashed robbers in armor by the half dozen, as a boy would walnut tree; and brave "Sir Launcelot," who tumbled knights over like so many ten pins.
 They had been reading Elaine" the sad tale of the "Lily-maid of Astolat," who loved so well and loved in vain,
 It is often these rattling, rollic1ing boys who have the tenderest feelings, and at the conclusion Dick was quietly snuffling and bowling the tears out of his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had slipped out to hide her own.
 "Doctor," :" says Dick, brokenly, would you let 2 girl die because she was loving you so?"
 Never, Dick, never! But I am not the slashing kind of fellow girls die over," says Doctor Cary, laughing rather sadly.
 "Doctor," said Dick, in a hoarse whis- per, "one of 'em's doing it. She cries, and droops over her work just like the Lily Maid did; and she's loving you. I heard her say so."
 "Oh, no, Dick, you are mistaken!" cries the doctor, blushing .furiously.
 '' Not a bit. I'll tell you who she is. It's my favorite one of lem. It's Polly, that's who it is; and she can skate as | well as a boy and make good trans and