West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1886-03-19

I - fhAAHNA AAdkfN III tue ne OF lnN
American girl; they only saw the beau.
uful Ono, | will not hold them uu
to ridicule), and they longed 10 spend
II, 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 tw entv-
! six.
On this particular morning the whole
family were assembled in the sitting.
room. Ii was June day, dewV.
rosy, dimpled day and IAN the tree.
ON all the hills had opened their thou.
sand leaves" the air itself was aS fresh
| ana sweet as the first day that ever
broke In paradise. Even the orphan
! school children had come out the Sum
uay before in little pink-sprigged cali
Goes, All the fullers but one had gone
TO church also i'm their neat spring
suits, looking so stylish and iaunty. 80
sweet and violet-eyed, that the arch
deacuness 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
wretchcd, forlorn, spendthrift of "A
RULER staid at home. She had neither
spring gown, nor spring hat, nor boots.
nor parasoli she had spent her allow
ahce long ago on concert tickets. and
candy; and set of silver jewelry.
30 she spent the day i'm disreputa-
Ole glngham, and hat that deserves
chapter TO itself, swinging i'm the bio
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.
III we had only known how much
oil hole YOU Were in, Polly" said Jcn.
wed have dubbed in and helped YOU
buy your spring things"
NO, my dears," said papa. from
what was by courtesy called "the
study" though i'm reality il was the
emma closet and canned fruit room
(tne rulers ate "A good deal of canned
things; their preserves weren't genor'
any successfully. lit is not so recorded
in the.bond. Youknow Won bar0ained
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"
Alas! each remembered; it nas so
written in the bond.
what have you got toward sprinU
thlngs, Polly dear?" asked mamma
looking up from Herbert Spencer
'9oc'ofogy in dazed way, and en-
ueaVorlnS to set her cap at right angles.
winch If the truth be told, was not
quite as straight AS a plumb-line.
nave my black satteen, mamma
Sto he sure, the front is stained with
lemonade, but | don't care), and my
pooIs are pretty good, and have one
lohS, nice, cream-colored QdnL de Suede
that luckily is for my right hand. and
my turquoise ring is on my left. so il
doesn matter about the others bein0
lost, and my white muslin and nv
white null (to be sure, it has shrunken
M to my knees, but i can let it DOWN -
she SAID, eagerly; then, seeing amusc-
ment In her sisters eyes, she burst into
tears and rushed out, calling i'm a loud
voice: Il do not care if never have
another rag to my back so long as |
I'VE. am going to bed, and will stay
there till | die for want of exercise. and
then you will all be sorry. and not
laugh at me and taunt me because |
am not mean, miserable, niggardly
things like yourselves"
Come back, Polly love-" cried all
the live unof1ending sisters, deeply
Srleved, but not at all hurt at Pollv's
outburst. " Tell us about your hats.
and how much money have you?"
nave no hat but this" said
Polly, sobbing bitterly; and fifteen
dollars
Tears of sympathy stood in NAM
ma eyes; Socioiogy slipped off her
zap ana fell to the ground. Papa
tapped his finger rehectivelv ON the
name Enrs tho
wished he had not given the bishop so
positive a 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. II
was little round bonnet. originally of
white straw. which was now sun
burned 70 dirty yellow, q faded red
rose adorned one side; the crown was
mashed in; limp, draggled feather
stood up in front Nothing could
nave been more hopeless. more dis
reputable.
just then the bell rang. "a note
Tor Miss Polly; from Mr.. Jerry Nevins.
s'posc, said the little maid-of-all-
work, sympathetically.
she was very black-fisted Mercury.
but never did Cupid select a more in
terested one; and the note was seized
by Jen. and eagerly welcomed by the
whole family a. diversion for the un-
happy damsel
Lets 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 rosy wreath
Here. POll--herc's a note from .Jcr-
~ NeVln~, cried the chorus. delight
eddy. Get down and read il.
Miss Fuller slipped at once from her
leafy throne, and read aloud the fol
lowing mi-sive:
Ny DEAR MISS POLLy-I am gaipO 10, ms,
drag, with Miss MvcrtOn and Sam RcnuoivS
- the polo match to-day at four o' CLOCK
Won YOU let u- call for your want Won to
drive. Please say yes Yours always.
An OminOus silence fell for the space
Of one moment II was broken by the
voice Of our heroine II am going"
said Polly.
" But your clothes, Polly" cried the
chorus
- don't care one bit about INV
clothes. said she. dcfanuv. "Iil
take Your p1ra,ol. Margaret. and I'll
gct You To- smooth my muslin. Jcu. and