Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-06-20

poor fellow! and Amy, the cadette of the
family, prepared to celebrate their newly
recovered freedom by adordlng and max
ing beautiful the dining-room, now res
cued from counting purposes, and re.
stored again to the common use of the
household.
A busy afternoon indeed did little
Amy make for herself, but 1t was mer-
~ one, and she sang as she worked.
Every vase in the room she filled with
violets and wild flowers, or apple blooms
from the just blossomed orchard. The
curtains were pulled to exactly the ideal
angle, the chairs regrouped, all the hor-
rid look taken away, Amy thought, as if
the room were meant only for two, and
for no one else. 1t was dusk when she
finished, and curling up in the sofa corn
er, she awaited with Impotence Polly's
return-Polly, who had hated the love
making as much as she had, and would
be so pleased. Polly was the one person
in the house of whose sympathy Amy felt
quite sure.
She was long in coming, but she came
at last. Amy heard her steps on
the porch, and with it another step, loud
er, frmer. Surely that tiresome John
Gilmore was not coming in to spoil every
thing this first pleasant night. No; he
HAD come to see papa. Amy heard him
tap at the door of the eden" while Polly
ran upstairs. He emerged as she came
down; there was long confabbing in the
entry; but at last the front door shut
with a delightful emphasis and Amy
jumped up from the sofa to enjoy the
effect Of her surprise.
.!Come in-oh, do come in" she cried.
II want you to see If the dear old room
DOESN'T look lovely. I've been all the
afternoon doing it, so that it might be
nice for our first evening. Isn't it pleas
ant to have room to sit in again. Aren't
you glad that the wedding is over, and
all the tiresome love-making, and we
can have cozy little times at home like
other people? Why, Polly, how queer
you look Don't ypu like it! What makes
you do so?"-for Polly, half tearfully,
was kissing and fondling the child.
"Oh, 1 do, Amy darling, I do like it
very much" pleaded poor Polly, "but-
only-my pet, I'm afraid you'll be very
disappointed; but John Gilmore is com
ing here this evening to see me, and I'm
afraid l shall have to ask you to let us
have this ROOM"
"John Gilmore! Good gracious! Polly
Patten'-with almost shriek-''you're
not engaged to him? You don't mean
that2'
"Y-e-e-s,' faltered Polly. ''Oh, Amy,
don't look SO distressedp
II will look distressed. have right
to-" cried Amy, with burst of sobs.
CATER all you said A NAN named John,
teo-three Johns in the family! Oh!
Polly! And you declared you hated
men named Johnl Well, after this,
never, never will believe in anybody
again
Amy, dear, talked great deal of
nonsense. You must forget 1t. didn't
know" But Polly urged in vain. Amy
pushed her hand aside, and rushed away
to console herself as best she might with
a hard fit OF crying, and Polly, convicted,
repentant, but by no means unhappy,
was left behind.
So ended Polly's controversy with Gu
pid. She was vanquished, as Pollys are
apt to be in such warfare; but there are
defeats which count for more than victor
les, as we all know, and this may have
been one. Iregret to say that she never
formally apoIogized for her inconsistent
cy, and she took possession of the dining
room every evening without the least APP
parent perception OF the selfshness OF the
proceeding. Amy was greatly scandal
lied, but cuS bono? To each his turn.
Little Amy's will come some day, and
then she too will forgive and understand.
-Harper's B0zGr.