The Somerset reporter., 1885-03-18
Selected.
POLLY MCINTIRES FOR
TUNE.
POLLY
FOR

"Can't You see that I'm bisv, woman?
The rags are there to he locked over, II
they are dirty" said Overseer Keller.
sharply.
'aBut-"
mo bats go back to your work, Sarah
O'Neil."
yes, sir, to be sure, sir" and tho little
old woman almost ran toward the stairway
That led up to the room III which the rags
for The great paper mill were assorted. 1t
was bewildering place, full Of clcripe-
taiuted steam, and Sarah O'Nei never
went Into it. without shuddering. She
dodgod this way ana that to nvoid now a
sbait now wheel, or swiftly running
belt, but it was hard for her to Il, old all the
dangers, for she was sixty-hve, and when
one is that age ones eyesight Is not so
keen rs il WIS ut twenty.
L. ok ,u'! 7" cried one of the workmen,
warnDaly. Sarah sprang to one side and
in momeut her gown was caught by
great revolving shaft that was behind her
She made 30 cutlery. tie horror was too
great, out III n twnaina the walchtul over
seer had c inght her in his siuewy arms,
ami was shouting as only he could shout,
TO the gate. Shut Gown the gate!" IL
MIS- all over IN lew minutes. The great
shaft was still The hum, the whirr, and
cafter died away bnt almost every shred
slen Ter body, aud she WAS quite insenslbl-.
They laid her Oh IL heap OF rags, and sent
for The young doctor who had an office over
the chemists shop near by.
''lf her eyes want shet she'd look jest
I've seen her heaps NV timra, 4 stauin
ag'in II fence with dnart' dollars with Nv
opium down." said one.
'Doilf cried young girl VIII, Was
supporting the gray head on her breast.
YOU'D take opium if you had seen the
trouble she has. She may aear you and
she wouldn't hurt the feelings of IA Nv"
The dim eyes upei ed. and gnZed into tue
Polly Mclntire, and send We II happy for
TIM" sh" murmured, AMI lrpsed again into
uncoDsciouSnesS.
"She'll die of nerve shock" SAID the
young doctor, grayeiy. mo, she il not
bruised severely. 1t is her nerves You
had better take her home, she cannot live
longer than a d ~" And then, az no one
seemed To know what to do, he wrapped
the poor creature in the rough bags IL
which rags are shipped, laid her in an emp
" cart that was passing, aud took her
himself to the miserable howell she cal ed
home. while the great paper rull began its
customary clash and hurry.
'Reai tea for supper, Granny, and gin
gernut>? Oh, how did you ever do it?'
cried Polly McIntire, almost dancing up
aud down before her grandmother, regard
less of her wet shoes and dripping gar
ments. GLOW splendid, after such day.
Sarah O'Neil hurt and all Of us scolded,
though no one was to blame but Jane Ryan.
But you didn't tell ms, Granny, how you
did It,"
"Knittin' mitiens Tor all the Markhams.
even pairs" chirped Grandmother McIn-
la, ah,
'And you was scolded. WE'LL well,
there's always something lappin over like
in faults. And men like to scold, and wo-
meu do too, for that matter What allied
Sarah O'Ntil?"
"Caught her dress on the main shaft
down stairs. She wasn't crushed" ex-
plaiued Polly, in answer t, her grandmoth-
cr's startled glance "Jack Wheeler caught
her and held her, but she'll die OF the shock
the doctor says. Oh, Granny, how glad
I'll be when | can do something besides
sort rags
Grandmother McIutire sighed, and
pressed Polly In her thin arms.
'But IL can't be changed Tonight" and
Polly, starting up, wiped away the tears
hat would come. ''If all our folks are
dead, and all our moneys gone, I've got
you, and you've got me, aud I'm sure some.
thing good will come of the happy fortin'
Sarah ONel wished me"-aGd she drew
out the little cherry table, spread a cloth
that had once been handsome damask upon
1t, and set out the dishes in a twinkiug
Each plate, cup and saucer was wreathed
IN red and yellow roses, aud every piece
had been brought from Scotland by Grand
mother MclutiIes mother. The old lady
never wearet of telling Polly about tie
voyage, oil the close built streets of Edin
bnr-, and OF the quaint stone house in
which she was horn, till Polly imagined
that she too could remember Scotland and
some of the countless cousins about whom
her grandmother was always talking.
"HolDe's lovely to night" said Polly,
smuggling close to her grandmoiher's side,
as they sat down at the table. "If | only
didn't have to work In that MILL"
"Gran'da'ler, you wont have to very
long. What | Feel always comes true.
Twas just so with leyther," and her voice
took on a mysterious tone that impressed
her listener. "rhere's II gooJ many McIn
tires and McLeaus living yet, there must
be some of 'em in this country, though I've
lost all track of 'em. You'll come To you.
own again, but twont be in my time"
II cont want good times aud you not
in 'em," waile Polly.
''Scventy-two amt young" said Grand
mother Mclntire, with the disrassionatc
CAIN oil age. "Anu young Iolks get over
things. us right and natural, and no to
be ft against" She had been pceiipg into
her tea cup as she spoke. "Here it is as
plain as print. Good news aud "A forllu'.
Folks can say what they please. I've seen
things come o pass twas dreamed, AMI
seen In tea leaves"
They sat up late before the scanty fire,
aud while the tain fell heavily on the low
roof, and ratified sptefully against the nar-
row windows as II 1t scorned the people
who dwelt 10 such mean house. Grand
mother Mel, tire talked about Scotland aud
the excellence OF her family for the tbous-
andth time. "Oh," hOwled the wind AS IL
new around the chimney. ''Do hear EN-"
and the old lady, shivering NJ the sound,
said YEARLY, cts time to go to bed, gram
da'ter. It's great thing TO be born Nc
Intire, with the McLexns for kiusfok on
the mothers Side, for they are my family