Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1885-01-15

you againl Welcome, Charlie Walk
right ini Charlie over the waterl Bon
ME Charles home againl Ha, ha. hap
The gentleman stopped abruptly, and
looked intently at the bird. Then he
approached, glanced at the house and
windows, and finally said,
How do you do, Polly2"
This freedom from stranger irritated
the bird. she gave shrill shrek, ruff
fed her feathers and pecked spitefully at
the extented finger.
It was at this moment that Carrie
came to the window in obedience to her
mothers request, to silence PolIy's dis
tracing noise.
The young man half-apologeticalls
lifted his hat.
pardon my liberty with your bird
but if may inquire did she not once be-
long to Miss Lydia Tracey, Of GreenvilleG'
Eyes," Carrie admitted, adding,
shyly: II suppose you knew her when
she was with Miss Traceyi"
II had not the pleasure, = with smile.
'sBut / am Miss Tracey's nephew, and ]
recognized the bird from her description. "
Mrs. Dalton had come to the window,
and she now exclaimed:
''You must be Charles Tracey, the son
Of Mark Tracey, who went so long ago
to the West, and there died Come in p
she added, in some excitement. II am
your fathers cousin, Caroline Tracey
Mrs. Dalton"
The young man needed no second in
vitation. The pretty face at the win
dow had wonderfully attracted him; and
beside this, he was very glad Of this un-
expected meeting with relatives whom
he had never seen, but Of whom he had
often heard.
The visit was rather lengthy one, for
there were many questions to be asked
and much to be told on both sides.
Mr.. Charles Tracey, senior. had been
very successful in his speculating bust
ness in the West, and had made quite q
fortune. He had taken the son Of his
deceased brother, Mark, under his care,
and set him up in business in California.
Six months ago, the old gentleman had
died, leaving all he possessed to his
namesake, Charles, who had found it
necessary to come East on some business
connected with his late uncles estate.
"But for Polly said Mr.. Charles Ira
cey, junior, II fear l might never have
had the pleasure of meeting you. Some
years ago my uncle sent Aunt Lydia q
parrot, and she wrote. not long before
her death, when she was expecting a
visit from her brother, that she had
taught Polly to talk about him, and to
sing his old favorite Scottish songs OF
Charlie Over the Water, and Charles
Coming Home Again It was hearing
Polly's performance, and her peremptory
call to me to stop and come imp that
attracted my attention in passing"
Mr.. Charlie Tracey fingered East
longer than he had originally intended.
He was very often at the Daltons' Iodg-
ings, and there he naturally became ac-
quainted with Laura's afianced-"Har-
ry.n
A friendship Immediately sprung up
between the two young men, and Mr..
Tracey discovered that Harry was the
very sort Of person whom he needed as
partner in his business.
Harry had no capital, but that was not
necessary; and 50 an arrangement was
made between them satisfactory to both
gentlemen, and to all other parties CON
cerned.
By the time that spring had fairly
merged into summer, Polly went back to
California, her native State
She did not 60 alone, but with her
mistress, Carrie, now Mrs Charles Ira
cey; and she was accompanied by Mrs.
Dalton, and Laura, and her husband, all
Of whom, then and SO long as she lived,
made much Of Polly-for was it not to
her that they all owed their good fortune.