The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-02-26

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Goes. All the Fullers but one had gone
to church also in their neat spring
suits, looking so stylish and jaunty, SC
sweet and yiolet-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, forlorn, 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 iewelry.
So she spent the day In a disreputa-
BILE gingham, and a 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.
''lf we had only known how much
OF hole you were in, Polly" said Jen,
"We'd have dubbed in and helped you
buy your spring things"
mo, my dears, said papa, from
what was by courtesy called "the
study" though in reality it was the
china closet and canned fruit room
(the Fullers ate a good deal of canned
things; their preserves weren't gener-
ally successfully. 'It 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.
Alasl each remembered; it Das SO
written in the bond.
what have you got toward spring
things, Polly dear?n asked mamma,
looking up from Herbert Spencer S
Sociology in dazed way, and en-
deavoring to set her cap at right angles,
which, if the truth be told, was not
quite as straight as a plumb-line.
Il 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 gant de Suede
that luckily is for my right hand, and
my turquoise ring is on my left, SO it
doesn't matter about the others being
lost, and my white muslin and nv
white null Ito be sure, it has shrunken
up to my knees, butt can let itdown), :"
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 l die for want of exercise, and
then you will all be sorry, and not
laugh at me and taunt me because I
am not mean, miserable, niggardly
things like yourselves"
6 Come back, Polly love-" cried all
the five unoffending sisters, deeply
grieved, but not at all hurt at Polly's
outburst. "Tell us about your hats.
and how much money have youp''
" / have no hat but this" said
Polly, sobbing bitterly; and fifteen
dollars"
Tears of sympathy stood in NAM
mas eyes; Sociology slipped off her
lap and fell to the ground. Papa
tapped his finger refectively on the
pane. For the first time he half
wished he had not given the bishop so
positive reply about the doctrine of
original sin. One might be mistaken,
and-this was Polly's hat.
AS / remarked, it was her only one.
and deserved chapter of itself. 1t
was little round bonnet, originally of
white straw, which was now sun
burned to dirty yellow, faded red
rose adorned one side; the crown was
mashed in; limp, draggled feather
stood up in front. Nothing could
have been more hopeless, more dis
reputable.
Poor dearr'
But Polly had flown; the subject was
too tender to be discussed
just then the bell rang. GA note
for Miss Polly; from Mr.. Jerry Nevins.
| s'pose," said the little maid-of-all-
work, alphabetically.
She was very black-fisted Mercury.
but never did Cupid select more in
terested one; and the note was seized
by Jen, and eagerly welcomed by the
whole family as diversion for the un-
happy damsel.
Let's find her."
Strange to say, the chorus did not
seek Polly in her little white-curtained
chamber, where she vowed she would
spend the rest of her hapless existence;
they made straight for the apple-tree,
and there, perched on one of the high
est boughs, was the penniless Polly.
singing in her high clear voice: II
sent thee late a rosy wreath"
g Here, Poll-here's note from Jer-
ry Nevins, cried the chorus, delight
edly. 'Get down and read it,
Miss Fuller slipped at once from her
leaty throne, and read aloud the fol-
lowing missive:
Ny DEAR Miss PoLLY-T am going in NV
drag, with Miss Miverton and Sam Rennolys.
10 the polo match to-day at four clock.
Mointyon let US call for your Iwant you to
JIM. NEv1Ns, Jun"
An ominous silence fell for the space
of one moment. 1t was broken by the
voice OF our heroine. Il am going
said Polly.
but your clothes, Polly" cried the
chorus.
II don't care one bit about nv
Clothes said she, defiantly. .ril
take your parasol, Margaret, and I'll
get you to smooth my muslin, Jen, and
I've got one glove, and Tn going
. But your hat, DEAR said Julie.
''Pd gladly lend you mine, but it be-
longs to my suit, and is all gray, and
you'd look like guy in it.
"Never mind said Polly, dismiss
sing the whole crew with wave of the
hand;, II sciU get me a hat. Give your-
selves no concern With these words
she rushed into the house, and in a few
minutes had disappeared down the
long, irregular street.
Half an hour later tall young LADY
in a disreputable bonnet and gine-
ham dress made her entree into a fash
ionable millinery. All the shop-girls.
and that superior person who presided
over the establishment, knew her by
sight as one of the rector of st. Philips
SIX daughters the prettiest one. More
valuable customers were being served,
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