News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1886-03-11


china closet and canned fruit room tht
things; their preserves weren't general!
successfully. cit is not so recorded IL
the bond. You know you bargaineC
each to make the most of her allow
ance, and bear the consequences of hel
good or evil judgment. If Polly ha!
spent her money, she must do without.
Alas each remembered; it was 81
written in the bond
"What have you got toward spring
things, Polly DEAR p asked mamma,
looking up from Herbert Spenccr's
Sociology in dazed way, and en-
deavoring to set her cap at right an.
giles, 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 l don't care(, and my
boots are pretty good, and l have one
long, nice, cream olorcd CANT de Suede
that luckily is for my right hand, and
my turquoise ring on my left, SO it does
not matter about the others being lost,
and my white muslin, and my white
null Ito be sure, it has shrunken up to
my knees, but l can let it down., she
said, eagerly; then, seeing amusement
In her sisters eyes, she burst into tears
and rushed out, calling, in loud voice
81 do not care if do not have another
rag to my back so long as l live. | 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 l am not mean,
miserly, niggardly things like your
Selves
"Come back, Polly love-" cried all
the five unotfending sisters, deeply
grieved, but not at all hurt by Polly's
outburst. "Tell us about yuur hats, and
how much money have you 2'
II have no hat but this" said
Polly, sobbing bitterly; "and fifteen
dollars"
Tears of sympathy stood in mammals
eyes; Sociology" slipped off her lap
and fell to the ground. Papa tapped
his finger retlectively on the pane For
the first time he half 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 l remarked, it was her only one,
/
a little round bonnet, originally of
white straw, which was now sunburned
to a dirty yellow; q 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 disreputable.
Poor dear!''
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, I
s'pose, said the little maid of-all- work,
mpathetically.
She was very black listed 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 a diversion for the un-
happy damsel:
''Let's find her"
Strange to say, the chorus did not
seek Polly in her little white -curtairlesl
chamber, where she vowed she would !
spend ihc rest pf her ample - ;25 q tssse.
they made straight for the apple tree, I
and there, perched on one of the high
est boughs, was the penniless Polly, |
thee late a rosy wreath"
"Here, Poll-here's a note from |
Jerry Nevins," cried the chorus, de-
ightedly. "Get down and read it."
Miss Fuller slipped at once from her
leafy throne, and read aloud the follow
ing missive:
'EMY DEAR MISS PoLLY-I am going
in my drag, with Miss Miverton and
Sam Rennolds, to the polo match to-
day at four O'clock. Won't you let us
call for you? l want you to drive.
Please say yes. Yours always,
~. NJ. NEvINs, JUN"
On ominous silence fell for the space
of one moment. 1t was broken by the
voice of our heroine. 'Im going"
said Polly.
"But your clothes, Polly" cried the
chorus.
81 don't care one bit about my
Clothes" said she defiantly. "I'll take
your parasol, Margaret, and I'll get you
to smooth my muslin Jen, and I've got
one glove, and I'm going.n
"But your hat, dear" said Julie.
''rll 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
ing the whole crew with a wave of the
hand; 81 will get me a hat Give
yourselves no concern With these
words she rushed into the house, and in
few minutes had disappeared down
the long, irregular street.
Half an hour later a tall young lady
in a disreputable bonnet and gingham
dress made her entree into fashionable
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 daugh-
ters-the prettiest one. More valuable
customers were being served, so she re-
| ceived no special attention. But pres
emily the head of the establishment
herself heard those unmistakable tones
of command that, though they came
from this insignificant customer, brought
! her down to her marrow bones, so to
speak, and half dozen obedient at
tendants to her side. ''Here," she
cried, with her mouth fulIio pins;
"show Mrs. Van Dyke these bonnets; 1
myself will wait on Miss Fuller"
81 wish bonnet that is becoming to
me, " said the young lady, calmly.
"Ah! mademoiselle tLis is French
hat" Madame exclaimed, "a love,
beauty, exactly your style, made ex-
pressly for you-bought for you," she
cried, growing bolder, and encouraged
by Polly's pleased gaze at herself in the
mirror.
'What is the ice2"
"Only fifteen dollars" said Madame,
"to you, Miss Fuller, the daughter of
clergyman and a customer" (Margaret
had bought a pair of ribbon strings
there a year ago.. "Fifteen dollars
only"
II will take it with me-" said Polly,
laying her moist, hot money on the
counter, for she had carried 1t in her
hand-her gloveless hand---an the way
from the rectory.
Madame smihngly did up the parcel.
She had just offered the hat to Mrs Van
/ Dyke for ten dollars, and it was worth
| Ska bit of lace, an embroidered crown
and pink rose at the side; that was
ALL But one must take money where
one finds it. Polly's fifteen dollars
were as good as cross Mrs. Van Dykes
ten-better by five.
Our young lady got home about half
past three o'clock. Everybody had
gone out but Jen, who, exhausted with
smoothing the muslin, was fast asleep.
She rushed into her tiny bedroom, and
began her preparations. Notwithstand-
ing all speed Jerry was at the door with
his drag and his guests ere Miss Polly's
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