The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1885-08-19
MRS WILSON'S SPECU'
LATI0N.


when ihe plan had beeh propopd L
him ia lepriyaCy Of the kitchen, 'thaI
mol ody'll want 10 come way out here tC
centrcyllle clear from PhIladelphy, jcst
for nothIngi nobody that's got thell
senses.
sBat pa said his daughter, Polly,
with q superior smile, everybody doe
it-eyerybody that's anybody goes ouI
Of the city nthe summer =
ut don't stand to reason Mr.. vii
son bad PROCEEDED, 'slposing somebody
should be lopng enough to come, thai
you'll make q eentou Of em.n
don't show Why moi, said Mrs.
Wilson, bfistling, 9Sarah Simmon;
made $40 clear, ont o that surveyor
she bearded last summer: and tim Jest
as clClS anianager.lis satah Simmons.
/ don't know why We shouldn't make
considerable"
"Nor ]" said Polly, with spirit
"Wal," Mr.. Wilson had concluded,
cheerfully, "mebbe you're p'inted
straight, / amt agoing 10 say but what
you be. But ] shouldn't keer 10 bet
n0re'n 9 cents on It.
"lou amt called on to bot nothing, )
said Mrs Wilson.
And the noxt morning a modest ad,
yertiSement Tor boarders, carefully
written out in Pollys round hand, was
sent TO Philadelphia paper.
Were going to take boardorS,
Dave, said Folly, that evening, ad.
dressing the tall young fellow ID
checked shirt and cowhido boots, who
was washing his hands at the pump
preparatory to eating supper.
Dave l'qrtlett, though the son Of q
well to do neighbor, was following thC
promptiHgs Of an energetic spirit by
helping Mr., Wilson on the farm thai
summer.
Polly admired his independence, as
well as the superior height of bis curly
head; and Dave considered Polly tht
prettiest girl he had ever taken to a
picnic, or home from prayer. meeting
and she was a good cook, besides
"lou don't say sol' said Dave, look
ing blank.
well, " said Dave seriously "it yor
was toasG me, now -"
81 amt going to-" Polly retOrted.
And that was the beginning Of thC
trouble.
Tor it Polly had not been displeasod
with Dave, she never would have en-
couraged Mr.. Crotfut.
Mr.. CrOIut was one OF tho four board
ers whom the advertisement brought t
Centerville.
lie was good-looking, Jolly younl
man, who brought paint.bOx and al
easel, but who spent most Of his tint
with Polly, in the morning hangin:
around the kitchen and sitting on thu
front steps afternoons.
Mrs. and Miss Kirby, o widow ant
her pretty daughter, had tOllowct
shortly; and Mr.. Dawson, an ellerly
gentleman with a taste for botani.inS
had completed the quartettO a weSl
later.
Mrs. wilson and Polly woro exult
ant.
"what DO you think nOws" said tn
former, addressing tho head Of thu
house, triumphantly.
"When | SOC tho end on't' said Mr.
Wilson, caIml -"I'll say"
what You got to say about boarders
now, Dave Bartlottl" Polly demanded
Just this here, said Dave, eyinJ
Mr.. CroGut's approaching figure darkly
''if you 70 going to. take up with tha
ridiculous little city fGllor instead o
me-"
'Tf You can't talk sense" said Polly
with her dark eyes flashing, ''you ne1dn
say another word to nc"
81 won't, said Dave, sayagCly.
After that Polly recei cd Mr.. troffut'
attentions, which increased daily, will
downright encouragement; and Dave
Polly could scarcely believe her eyes
Dave became deeply devoted to pretty
Miss Kirby. II Pollys pillow wa
dAmpencd with tears for two or thre,
nights thereafter, and il Lave, observ
ing Mr.. CrofTut's steady sue ess, pausct
frequently 10 mediate bitterly upon /
i'm the solitude Of the corn field, a
least nobody knew it, Things won't oil
with much apparent SmoOthness.
"Why don't We do something " erie,
Miss Kirby, one morning, looking acroS
tho bteaEfast.table at Lave, brightly
why don't We have picniC"
1--WE will, said Dave, with an eager
ness perhaps increased by his unplCasan
consciousness that Mr.. Croffut and Poll,
were whispering behind tho cofTce.pOt
''llOw nicel" said Miss Kirby, viva
ciOuSly; "we'll have it to-day"
"If Miss Wilson is agreeable, said Mr.
CroFut, promptly.
There was not much love lost between
Miss Kirby and Mr.. Croaut. TIL
former had conided TO Dave that sh
thought Mr.. CToifut too stout, and in
timated her suspicion that no Coulu d.
as well as he could paint, aud probabl
better; and Mr.. CrofTut had remarks
to Polly that he didn't SEQ, for his part
where Miss kirbys good looks came in
a party Of four, accordingly, climbet
into tho two.scatoi buggy that after
nOOn-llave and Miss Kirby on th
front, lOly and Mr.. CrofIlt on th
back. A big lunch basket crowde
their feet; folded easel stuck far ou
behind-Mr. CrolTut had announced hi
intention Of taking some sketches q
last.
"stopl cried Polly, as they started
"Bill'll be sure to get hungry" Bill
was the horse. 81 shall take alon
some corn for him."
"let Inc get ii, Miss Wilson," sal
MIR. troiiut, eagerly, and disappeure
with gallant haste.
Just how the idea occurred to DavC
and Just what he expected to accom-
pliSh by the deed, was probably nc
clear to him; but tho vision Of the d.
tested Mr. Croifut in tho Corn.hous,
which had an excellent lot was "a
much for him. With n muttCred eScu'
he sprang from the buggy.
lie smiled 10 himself as no nCared III
little building, strodO forward swift!
pulled a key from his pocket, slammC
tho door and locked It, and turned baC
in triumph.
Hurry" cried Miss Kirby, gayly,
Dave rcappearCd.
Dave did not respond. On tho sea
beside Polly, calm aud smiling, sat Nr