The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-08-27
POLLY AND HER KITTEN.

One day in November, soon after the
arrival OF her pet kitten. Polly said:
mamma, I'm so glad we're going to-
stay in the country all winter; for j
think really the country is so much bet-
ter place to hing up kitten inn :.
Polly didn't | H. at all having to leave
kitty SO long wllrn she went to church.
She could take kitty with her to play,
or she could c,me in TO see her when!
ever she liked She said nothing of
this grievance, for she approved of
going to church, but she thought about
it good DEAL
One Sabbath near the end of the
month the little girl who sometimes
had to be waited for was already in the
carriage when Mrs. Blatchley came to
the door.
"You in the back seat, Polly?" she
asked. II thought you always liked
to ride in 'front.'
II thought wouldn't to-day,
mamma"
Mrs. Blatchley put her foot on the
step of the carriage, but instead of
taking her place beside Polly, she
stopped in surprise. What is that
great bundle in your lap, childP"
Polly started, and looked down care,
fully. That's muil," she said. al
heard you say Just now, mamma, twas
very wnterish." .
''lt's not cold enough for that. child.
And, besides, why didn't you ask Nora
to get your q N little muff? What in
the world lat thing?"
"Why, its grandmamma' mulf. /
saw you y it in II big box in the cedar
closet ever - ,"ng ago, and went and
got it this IA rnug."
Mrs. Blatchley took her foot off the
carriage step, and turned round.
MORA" she called.
= Eut Nora had gone away, and Polly.
cried pleadingly: "Oh, no, no, mamma;
let me keep this like il a great deal
better"
- "What is the matter, SallieP" said
her husband as Mrs. Blatchley hesitated.
"Tbe child can leave it in the carriage
If you don't want her to take it into
church. 1t is better not TO wait now;
I'm afraid we shall be late" So Mrs.
Bla,chlcy got into the carriage.
Puilywas very still during that drive.
She didn't twist herself about as usual,
10 try and see both sides OF the road at
once. She did not even talk. Her
mamma smiled, and said the mu.f over
whe med her
" hen they reached the church the
great bell in the stecple was giving out
its last peals. Mrs. Blatchley alighted
hurriedly and walked in at the great
door. Mr. Blatchley saw Polly de-
murely following with her arms buried
in the big muff. lie did not stop her.
What harm could her chi dish fancy do?
4 Besides, he was man fond of joke,
and he enjoyed his wife's unconscious
air AS this droll little figure walked on
beh nd her. But the immense. old
fasl, oned muff was not the only reason
why people turned their heads and
smiled as she passed up the aisle.
There was something about the muf
even funnier than itself, for pushing
out at one end appeared a little head OF
fur with bright, round eyes, eyes that
moved, as the children saw, and point
ed, pink-lined ears that moved too, as
PolIy's arm pressed hard against the
alelt llttle nose.
The child's face was very red rs she
slipped into her pew. MAY sit up in
the corner. mamma" she whispered.
Mrs. Blatchley's eyes, too, fell on this
head peeping out of the mulf.
"Polly.' she whispered, so severely
that the child who was already & cd
deal frightened, actually started. But
her only answer was TO seat herself as
quickly as possible, and so far rs she
was able, stop up the ends OF the muil
= with her little hands. All was quist
within. and soon she heard soft pur.
ring sound as she bent her head.
ats all right, mamma" she whis.
pered, 'Tll answer for her."
The lady said nothing. She had beer
speaking to her husband, and Mr..
Blatchley's face had its broadest smile
though as he saw Polly's eyes upon
him. he became suddenly grave.
When the congregation stood up Il
sing, Mrs. Blatchley motioned to Polly
mot TO rise. But singing was the part ol
the service Polly liked best OF all, and
she jumped and peeped over her nam
mas shoulder. TO look at the hymn
up Jumped something else, too, in thS
DEPTHS OF the muif and began TO stir
''Sh-sh-sh!'' whispered Polly, sooth
Iingly.
All was still; and the child's swee
little treble joined in the hymn.
One, two verses she sang, then. sud
denly sat down, for the motion within
the muF was becoming very decided
Before the congregation had finished
the third verse, the movement had be-
come commotion, and the child with
red and anxious face was trying &c
check her prisoners attempts to escape
The singing was over at last anc
there was pause in which the faintest
sound could be heard. 1t was ther
that there CAME distinct angry new
Poor polly hid her face as much Al
possible. 1t seemed TO her that every
body near and far was frowning, and
looking straight through the muf Il
the kitten that was so tired OF hel
close quarters. She Qrasped the pris