Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-03-25
and represented boots, gloves,

to ridicule), and they longed to spend
1t, and it burned in their pockets, till,
alas! sometimes they lived like prod
igals for three weeks, and starved and
were almost naked the rest of the twenty
six.
On this particular morning the whole
family were assembled in the sitting
room. 1t was "a June day, a dewy,
rosy, dimpled day, and "ail the trees
on all the hills had opened their thou
sand leaves" the air itself was as fresh
and sweet as the first day that ever
broke in paradise. Even the orphan.
school children had come out the Sum
day before in little pink-sprigged cali
Goes. All the Fullers but one had gone
to church also in their neat spring
suits, looking so stylish and jaunty, so
sweet and violet-eyed, that the arch
deaconess failed in her responses, and
scanned each figure as it went up the
aisle with glance that Julie declared
amounted to an indictment for larceny.
Yes, all the Fullers but one. One
wretched, forlorA, spendthrift of a
Fuller staid at home. She had neither
spring gown, nor spring hat, nor boots,
nor parasol; she had spent her allow
ance long ago on concert tickets, and
candy, and set of silver jewelry.
So she spent the day in a disreputa-
bic gingham, and hat that deserves
a chapter to itself, swinging in the big
apple-tree, and wishing she had her
money back. And this unfortunate
was named Polly, and she was nine
teen years old-old enough and pretty
enough to know better.
''If we had only known how much
OF hole you were in, Polly" said Jen,
WED have dubbed in and helped you
buy your spring things"
| mo, my dears,n said papa, from
what was by courtesy called 'the
study though in reality it was the
china closet and canned fruit room
1.-THE Fullers ate good deal of canned
things; their preserves weren't gener-
| ally successfully. sit is not so recorded
in the bond. You know you bargained
each to make the most of her allow
ance, and bear the consequences of her
good or evil judgment. If Polly has
spent her money she must do with
OUT ...t
Alas! each remembered; it sOas so
written in the bond
What have you got toward spring
things, Polly dearP" asked mamma,
looking up from Herbert Spencer S
Sociology in a dazed way, and en-
deavoring to set her cap at right angles,
which, if the truth be told, was not
quite as straight as plumb-line.
81 have my black satteen, mamma
Ito be sure, the front is stained with
lemonade, but / don't care), and my
boots are pretty good, and have one
long, nice, cream-colored CANT de Suede
that luckily is for my right hand, and
my turquoise ring is on my left, so il
doesn't matter about the others being
lost, and my white muslin and my
white null Ito be sure, it has shrunken
up to my knees, butt can let it down), "
she said, eagerly; then, seeing amuse.
ment in her sisters eyes, she burst into
tears and rushed out, calling in loud
voice: 81 do not care if | never have
another rag to my back so long as
live. | am going to bed, and will stay
there till | die. for want of exercise, and
then you will all be sorry, and moi
laugh at me and taunt me because
am not mean, miserable, niggardly
| things like yourselves. "
L" Come back, Polly love- cried al
the five unoffending sisters, deeply
grieved, but not at all hurt at Polly,
|. outburst. "Tell us about your hats
and how much money have youP'
- have no hat but this" sale
Polly, sobbing bitterly; land fifteer
, dollars"
/ Tears of sympathy stood in nam
mas eyes; Sociology slipped off he
lap and fell to the ground. Pap,
, tapped his finger reflectively on tn,
, pane. For the first time he hal
! wished he had not given the bishop 81
! positive reply about the doctrine o
> original sin. One might be mistaken
. and-this was Polly's hat.
a As remarked, it was her only one
and deserved chapter of itself. /
was little round bonnet, originally o
white straw, which was now sun
burned to dirty yellow, faded rec
o rose adorned one side; the crown wa
: mashed in; limp, draggled feathe
: stood up in front. Nothing coul'
I, have been more hopeless, more dis
u reputable.
= just then the bell rang. "A not
/ for Miss Polly; from Mr. Jerry Nevins
l s'pose,' said the little maid-of-all
work, sympathetically.
She was very black-fsted Mercury
but never did Cupid select more in
/, terested one; and the note was seize,
by Jen, and eagerly welcomed by tn
+ whole family as diversion for the IN
happy damsel.
! Let's find her.
y Strange to say, the chorus did no
). seek Polly in her little white-curtaine
p chamber, where she vowed she woul
spend the rest of her hapless existence
I. they made straight for the apple-tree
and there, perched on one of the high
o est boughs, was the penniless Polly
n singing in her high clear voice: a.
Is sent thee late a rosy wreath"
> Here, Poll-here's note from Jel
q ry Nevins," cried the chorus, delight
? eddy. Get down and read it"
!, Miss Fuller slipped at once from he
= leafy throne, and read aloud the TO
lowing missive:
n "MY DEAR Miss PoLLy-I am going in m
y drag, with Miss Miverton and Sam Remedy
[. to the polo match to-day at four O. clocl
"A Wont You let us call for you9 want YOU
/, drive. Please say yes. Yours always,
j. NJ. NEyINS, Jun"
l. An ominous silence fell for the spac
of one moment. 1t was broken by tn
:, voice of our heroine. Il am going,
e said Polly.
" But your clothes, Polly" cried tn
IS chorus.
It II don't care one bit about m
l. Clothes" said she, defisntly. ~
e take your parasol, Margaret, and L
ID get you to smooth my muslin, Jen, an
Ifr-o ro4 oil.