Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-01-01
POLLY PEMBROKE'S BABY.


POLLY pEMBRokE,s BABY. =
HDear me-" said Polly Pembroke,
what noise and confusion! | am
quite sure / should go crazy if | lived
in this city," NnN 8 ~
Polly Pembroke was a farmers
daughter, VINO had com 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
darker shade. And Polly's golden
head was dizzy with the thunder of ON
nibus wheels, and the rattle and rush
of elevated railways, and the succession
of brilliant things ID the shop windows
and Polly sat holding on her parcels
in the great echoing depot, and wonder
ing why everybody wasin such hurry.
For the express train was just going out,
and Polly and Miss Jones, the village
dressmaker, who had come with her to
help select the important dress, were
obliged to wait fifteen minutes for the
way tram, which condesended to stop
at Whip-poor-Will Glen,b where Polly
lived. She was pretty little primrose
of maiden. with large. swistful brown
eyes, lovely hair, and cheeks as pink as
q daisy, while Miss Jones, who sat be-
side her, was straight and stiff, and up
right and wrinkled AS became a single
woman of sixty. =.
And Just as Polly was wondering if
there was no end to the stream
of humanity flowing through
the wide open depot-gate, a
tall, handsome gentleman, with
a dark complexion and deep Spanish
eyes, came IN with a little babe IN his
arms Efs1 TIfts LLN. I'fE .
"Stewardess," he said to a respecta-
bic looking quadroOn, with a scarlet silk
handkerchief twisted pieturesquely
around her head VINO was busting the
window-sash, | am going out in the
Chicago Express, and | have forgotten
a message which must be telegraphed
to my place Of business at once. Will
you be good enough to take this child
a minute, until cE5 #8 #E
But'the stewardess hastily drew back.
'No,2sar, eff you please" said she.
I've heard O. many cases where spec
table women was left wild strange child
rem on their hands, jist dis-s-way.'1 80
Instantly, Polly Pembroke stretched
out her arms. 5.7s.aa. - b .: ~
Let me take the baby SIR said she,
coloring all over with pretty eagerness.
"I'll hold it for you. Children are al
ways good with me-" = +,
The stranger dotted his hat courte-
ously. .--.-.. -
I am infinitely obliged to YOU" said
he; and [ Will trouble you no longer
than can help" e'a~ 81 ne
"Pollyl Polly! are you raving mad?"
whispered Miss Jones, pulling the sleeve
Of the girls dress + y z- IL
But Polly paid no heed to her.
"Suppose that the gentleman
shouldn't come back?' cried Miss Jones,
elevating both hands
He WILL" said Polly, gently rocking
the little mite on her knee. "Oh, look,
Miss Jones! Isn't it pretty? / declare
It's laughingw
Pretty groaned Miss Jones, rolling
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 gomez 3
WELL" said Polly, "and what Of
that2' $3.50 rz1s
Child, don'tyou comprehend? Your
fine gentleman was going in the Chica-
go express" cried Miss Jones. ,s, .
81 suppose he has missed the train"
cried Polly, quietly.
mot he!" shifted Miss Jones, she
has skunk quietly in by another way,
and is laughing in his sleeve at you and
your folly this very moment. "
"Nonsense!" said Polly.
But she looked a little disturbed,
nevertheless, and glanced rather anxi-
ously at the door through which the
tall gentleman with the Spanish eyes
had disappeared.
Come" said Miss Jones, jumping
bliskly up, and gathering her parcels in
her hand. ''There's the bell for our
train"
"But I can't go and leave the child"
cried Polly.
'.HumpE.' snorted Miss Jones. care
you going to stay here all night. with
it?n a,,. saar s..
but what shall I do?" said Polly, be-
ginning to be little bewildered and
frightened. perhaps, Miss Jones, we'd
better wait until the next train"
"And not get home until nine o'clock
at nightw croaked Miss Jones.
II don't see what else we, can do"
said Polly. ---.. .@-J 1855
But the trains came and went, and
still no one appeared to claim the baby.
Miss Jones grew desperate 5.t .ss
Polly Pembroke" said she, Give no
patience with you for getting us into
this scrape. What do you suppose is to
be the end of it ALP" a- moi 30
Polly rose quietly up. 1L.
81 am going TO take the child home
with US, said she.
l"Polly" ...
81 am" reiterated the girl. "Poor
little helpless Innocent What else can
We do?" u.,.f..t.. f5,r.
LET it be sent to the house of refuge,
Or the poor house, or some such place.