Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1880-05-26

that there was not a shadow Of chance
for her she determined. to use her own
expression, that Polly should not en-.
trap him. aud she set to work accord
ing.
Mr.. Thompson Jones, in other words
Tom Jones, and his young wife inhabi-
ted a handsome brown stone residence
on Twenty-ffth street. The street
lamps were lighted and gliStenlng with
frost. 1t was dusk Of a snowy night 10
that latter part OF November.
Mr.. Jones aud lis wife chatted and
laughed over cosy tea table.
How do you like your new girl,
DEAR quertied Tom 1 never saw
better cooked steak; must be a good
cook
Good echoed Mrs. Jones; think
she Is; she is a jewel, treasure. And,
Tom,' she continued, enthusiastically,
'have you seen her? She is a perfect
beauty
Yes said Tom, absently, but she
olly struck me as looking too young to
know much. BY the way, l heard from
Frank to-day he will take dinner with
US tomorrow. By Jove, won't l be
lppy man {. a new house (paid ior')
Il pretty wife, a good cook, and dear old
Frank to sit at my board. DO you
know he has call here:'
OF couse he will accept it, inter
rupted Mrs. Jones. 1t is a shame for
a man with his talents to bury himself
in such an obscure village
OF course he will. I wrote to him
that would show him perfect house
to morrow, Mrs. Jones ; so be prepared
for exploration of all your premises /;
every water-pipe Will be examined. Of
course they are always spotleSsly
clean, but thought would warn you
-and-keep your pretty cook out Of
the way, for l want him to think Mrs.
Jones the prelticst woman in the house
at any rate
The next day dawned bright and
clear.
Polly looked wistfully out Of the
basement window of the house in
Twenty-ffth street. She would have
liked to join the throng of richly dress
ed people crowdIng to hear the new
called to the church around The corner.
The dinner hour was five, so she
could have found time to 90, but since
sine had been in her new capacity it was
only by great effort that she COM
PEELED herself 10 60 out to buy neces-
sary clothing. She watched little Mrs.
Jones trail down the steps in an elegant
velvet walking suit, leaning on her hus-
bands arm. Polly wiped mist from
her eyes, and, concluding the front
window was not good for her. she went
back TO the kitchen and warbled little
song to cheer herself. Aud the canary
in his cage took up the song, and no
harsh voice sllenced them. The poor
child always comforted hersely with the
thought that her present menial posi-
ton was only temporary; she only as
sumed it until she could find some other
way to make living. Mrs. Jones was
very sweet and kind, kinder than any
one she had lived with duIing the year.
She really had something to be thank
full for.
Feeling that she must not indulge in
repinins on such day, Polly summon
ed her brightest thoughts, and even
dimple or two peeped out as she thought
of that happy morning over the pies,
ane of her abs urd mistake year ago.
L suppose he and Melissa are
married long since. Oh! ii L could
hear him speak once more
The morning slipped away. aud Pol
L., mo. eurnrised when she heard them
coming home from church.
Again she was making pumpkin pies.
Mrs. Jones said : oh! do you make
good old-fashioned pumpkin pies Mr..
Jones thinks there is nothin. more
delicious, and know he would like to
have some
So now the new cook stood beside
the table with her curls tucked under
somewhat coquettlsh little cap, q