Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1882-02-16
THE P0LLEIFEH

We owe IL to our frisz ~ dear.
said Mrs. Pollexfen.
Our friends be hanos said Mr
Pollexfen, crustily.
oh, Pollexfen, bow ck Fou tall
so ? said the lady. disco Niobe.
like. into tears
Truth Is TRUTH said FoIlex.
fen, with both hands il xouserl
pockets, and his auburn Eaalles
bristling 6ercely.
"nd the invitations accented
all wlNter longT bewails Poi.
ven. ny dear. lid !. PoIIsrisn,
i suppose our friends wouldn't have
invited US if they hadn't wanted
u.s.
But of course they'll expect to Be
invited back again.
Let 'em expect, said Mr. Pollex-
fen.
oh. POllexfenI' demonstrated the
lady.
Now look here, Louisa said Mr.
Pollexfen. I've chalked out q plan
and I'm going to stick to it. And this
is what it is We shut up the house
on the first Of July, and you and the
children 60 to Haystack Farm.
A horrid place-all frogs, and mos
quitOes, and whip-poor-will + groaned
the wife.
"a healthy place, enunciated the
husband-'where you don't have tc
take a Noah's Ark of dresses and fur.
bulows, and board is down to six dol
lars per week. As for me, / shall stay
at Fortunum's Hotel, and stick close
to my business"
And so that beatifc vision of Mrs
Pollexfen's summer party faded into
black nothingness.
For little while, at least. But
Mrs. Pollexfen was lady who was
generally accustomed to have her OWE
way, and she intended to Lave it ir
this instance.
It's all nonsense thought sh",
"about Pollexfen's business, and econ
omy, and that sort of thing"
So she pondered the question in heI
mind, and decided that she wouldn't
abandon her guns.
'Pollexfen, said she, one Saturday
night, when Mr. Pollexfen and hi'
carpet-bag arrived from the city, q
should like to go up to town, mex
week, for few days
Then you can't, said Mr.. Pollex.
fex. The house sShut up.
You can open it, pleadci | the lady
No, / can't, said Mr.. Pollexfen.-
I'm going to Milwaukee on business
next Monday
But there's Sarah AIMS teeth,
said Mrs. Pollexfen, pitiously, 'ans
my new bunting dress.
They'll keep, remarked the hus
band, callously.
'Pollezfen, said the lady. with acer
bity, If I'd have know what matri
mony was, Id never have married
you'll
Mr.. Pollexfen laughed and lightet
his cigar.
Mrs. Pollexfen secretly vowed tina
she would be quits yet with her lore
and master.
I'll have my summer party, though
Mrs. Pollexfen. III ask the Joneses
and the Browns, and the Robinsons
and every living soul in town, and
I'll have it while Pollexfen is gon,
to Milwaukee, | won't be burieC
alive here all summer under the
tamarack trees and wild black berry
bushes /
So on Tuesday morning Mrs. Pol
lexfen took the train to Philadelphia
and sent out her invitations.
Quite an informal little summeI
gathering. you know, my dear, said
she to Mrs. Fenwick Foxglove. who
was her dearest friend and confdant
Two or three violins and a French
horn, creams, Waterloo and pate d
tois SrGs.
She ordered her refreshments from
Du Poulier S, garrisoned the hous,
with confectioners and walters, and
tried on a new dress, all white puf
fings and blonde lace over lemon-col
ored silk. from Madam Elisette's, and
hattered herself that she was quitl
with Pollexfen at last.
He'll be in dreadful way when tn,
bill comes In, thought she. But
dear me one must pay ones debts t.
society once in awhile, and he cant
eat me, when all is come and gone.
In the meantime, Mr.. Phineas Pol
lexfen himself, instead of being steal
ing across the continent in the direc