The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1886-06-06

BAT you don't want EN- now do
you7 she mutmured.
eyes. of course do. That was d good
thought Of yours, child. And ] took the
flowers to her.
sOh h said Polly.
ssAud I shall do SO every week; making
believe. as you say. that she's waiting for
them. It's not q bad thought at ALL be
mutlered, sshe was 50 very fond Of
flowers"
GLOW old was your galfs asked Polly
about your age, should say.
.And ailing alters, was ahes'
eFor the last three or four years, yes.
Good day, and then Jacob hurried away,
and This time she did not attempt TO fol-
low him.
trived ia be as regular a customer to Polly
Baxter as he had ever been, and had any
one had the curiosity to follow the move
menfs Of the old man, he or she would
have seen him every Sunday, in fair
weather or foul, Flooding on to footing
Cemetery to lay his little Offering on the
grave of the daughter who had always
been fond of flowers.
When the Winter time came on, aud
flowers grew very scarce akd dear. and
Polly was compelled to raise her prices.
the Old man looked very pale and pinched
with cold. and did not move along with
his customary alacrity -on the contrary,
limped painfully at times with the rheu-
rnatism which had seized him.
One very cold Saturday she said to him
suddenly:
"You amt well2''
.sWell, not quite as well as j might be, "
he answered cautiously.
II don't mind you paying for these
some other time, you know" she added
hurriedly, '.if- -"
IF WHAT" he asked, as she came to a
full stop.
IF you're hard up. II won't make
much difference to me, and she might miss
EN- now"
AThankee.' he said gently. and he
looked very hard. at her from under bis
tangled eyebrows, that's a kind thought,
child What did you say your name
VAST"
Il didn't say, = she answered, surprised
in her turn; but it's Polly Baxter"
Living where. now?"
Est. James Row. she answered, 'at
the back there. But why?'
"Good day"
That was the last time Polly Baxter
met Jacob Cattley in the London streets.
for Jacob disappeared again and Lombard
street and the flower girl on Ludgate Hill
missed him altogether.
"He must be dead by this time, poor
old cove" thought Polly.
But Polly was again deceived. One
morning short red-faced woman, with 3
market basket on her arm, and key in
her hand, looked hard at her and stopped.
rs your name Polly Baxter3"
Eyes, that's it. /"
You're wanted in George street,
Gravel lane. No. 29. Ny ledger, The old
man who used to buy flowers Of you,
wants to see you precious bad.
HE amt dead, them" cried Polly +;
well, I m glad.y
Don't see what you've got to be glad
aboni," said the woman. Sharply; Sbus
no, be amt dead yet. Hes hooking it off
though. sharp enough. !"
Polly Baxter trudged away at once to
George street, and to No. 30, where, on
the top floor, she found Poor Jacob Catt-
ley, very much down III the world, and
With very little life in him.
The rheumatism had got an iron grip
on him at last, and fever had followed.
and this was very nearly the last OF him,
as the red-faced woman had prophesied.
As Polly entered the room, he smiled at
her, as at an old friend.
Polly" be said, with great difficulty,
I wish TO put you in mind Of an old offer
10 me"
Whats that slrg''
i waE.. you to open credit account
with me, and come and tell me regularly
what they tell you there; viii you, child?
should like to know"
TO be sure win, sir.
when you come back from her.
"Then he gave her directors, which
Polly Baxter carried out faithfully, until
the end came, and Jacob Cattiey was
buried with his daughter.
After bis death, Polly Baxter went regu,
larly 10 the cemetery just the kane. and
laid her little bunchof flowers on the
grave Of him who had said kind words to
ner in life.
That was the end Of him, and OF the
story, She thought, until one day, i week
or Two afterwards, a prim little gentleman
10 black called upon her and asked her
many questions aud made perfectly sure
that she was the genuine and only Polly
Baxter, flower vender, before be surprised
her With his news.
Jacob Cattley bad been bit of miser.
after H.. and had scfaped together by his
faithful aud humble services in Lombard
street, the sum Of $50. He had died
without a relation in the world to care for
him, and he had left his money to Polly
Baxter, of 80 st. James's Row, City, L.
c., in remembrance of her kindness, add
''in settlement Of his credit account with
her
Polly Baxter is married now, and she
and her husband have fioprishing little
green grocer's shop, and are dong very
well. There are fresh flowers on'the old
mans grave at footing, and one grateful
heart keeps his memory green.
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