Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-26

; him show the white flag. But he leaned
back in his chair and laughed.
"Knives, balance-wheel, and oil !
Old Drindle swallowed the whole thing |.
Oh, Polly I-and-you knew it would be
sol You had told me that very thing !
Polly! Polly! You must have Eth |!
Now don't do thatl Don't do it again,
Polly! Oh! [ am stronger than you
are"
She had tried to strike him in the face
had aimed furious blowout he had
caught both her hands and held them as
in vise-held them until she groaned
with pain.
"Win you try to strike me again,
Polly?" And still he held her wrists,
though not so tightly, and went on.
when [ told you of Jacks treachery,
the only response I got from you was
that you had told me so-that you knew
it would be so! Polly, at whose re-
quest did I trust him? Oh, I don't
blame you for the first part; I only
blame you for the manner in which you
treated me in the end-after he had be-
trayed Us both-for those COWS were as
much yours as mine-as is every dollar L
own. Polly, I did this thing tonight
for purpose. You are not weak,
whimpering woman, to be wheedled or
deceived into going in the right way.
Yon are strong, and you are willful and
have given you this lesson that you
might be benefited. [ have held up
before your face mirror in which you
have seen yourself as others see you.
Aye, your friends have seen it! But,
Polly, they will only remember it while
you give them occasion. When you can
laugh at it, they will do the same-they
will laugh at the fun of the thing rather
than at yourself.
''There, Polly-now go and sleep upon
it. Go, and bear in mind this one thing;
/ have commenced this work for a pur-
pose, and will not yield while life and
sense are mine If you are surprised,
so am L. declare, it seems good to be
master for once IN nay own house. Let
Us try it so for awhile, and see how it
will work.
'sThere-now away you go. Think,
Polly, and talk with yourself as much
as you please. I will go out and feed
the cattle
For the first time in long, long years,
Polly Sawtelle went to bed and cried.
She cried, ikesa child. First she cried
with anger. then with shame, and then
with an aching, breaking heart. Her
husband offered her no comfort.
Two days passed, and the woman
found herself looking up to her husband.
She was feeling respect for the strong,
resolute man whom she could no longer
hold IN subsection to her besetting sin.
All and she knew she would hold him
N subsection never, never again.
Three days later Sam came in late in
the afternoon with trouble in his
face. The look was one of real pain.
He went directly to the cupboard, in the
hall between the kitchen and the eating
room, where he kept his choice garden
seeds and his medicines. He took down
a'bottle of medicine. She could endure
it no longer.
Sam-what is it?
He looked around with a start. For
years he had not heard that sympathetic
tone until now"
Polly, our poor Nellie is very sick. %
It was the faithful horse.
Here was the place for the old refrain
but it came not. And-it never came
again
A single moment she hesitated, mo-
ment, and the ice was broken, and cur
rent of tears swept away from between
them forever.
"Ol let me go with you I can help.
Poor Nellie =
He could hardly believe his ears. But
they went and while they brought the
good old horse back to health they
found love that had lain dormant for
years.
Two weeks later, on Sabbath even
ing, when they had been to meeting all
day, Polly came and laid her hand on
her husbands head.
Sam, it's better so, isn't it?"
Heansweredher with his hands around
her neck and her head pllowed upon his
bosom.