Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1886-03-04

school children had come out the sun
day before in little pink-sprigged cali
Goes. All the Fullers but one had gone
TO church also In their neat spring
suits, looking 50 stylish and iaunty, so
sweet aud violet-eyed, that The archa
deaconcss failed in her responses, and
scanned each figure rs Il went up the |
aisle with glance that Julie declared |
amounted TO an indictment for larceny.
Yes, all the Fullers but one. One
wrctched, 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 a set of silver jewelry.
So she spent the day in disreputa-
bic gingham. and hat that deserves
chapter to itself, swinging in the big
apple-trec, 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 Jcn,
WED have clubbed in and helped you
buy your spring things"
"No, my dears,n said papa, from
what was by courtesy called "the
study" though in reality it was the
1 china closet and canned fruit room
| (the Fullcrs ate good deal of canned
things their preserves weren't gener-
ally successfully. at is not so recorded
In the bond You knoa you bargaincd
each TO make the most of her allow
ance, and bear the consequences of her
| good or evil Judgment. II Polly has
spent her money she must do With
out
Alasl each remembered; IL wds 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. II the truth be told. was not
quite as straight as a plumb-linc.
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 qnni dc Suede
that luckily is for my right hand. and
my turquoise ring is on my left. so il
doesn Z matter about the others being
lost, and my white muslin and my
WhltSmull 60 be sure, IL has shrunken
| up~tO my knees. but 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; II do not care If | never have
/ another rag to my back so long as
live. | am going to bed. and viii 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.
Z" Come back. Polly love- cried all
the five unofiending sisters, deeply
grieved, but not at all hurt .at Polly's
outburst. "Tell us about your hats,
and how much money have you?n
f" have no hat but this" said
Polly, sobbing bitterly; and fifteen
dollars
Tears of sympathy stood in mann
mas eyes; Sociology slipped off her
lap and fell to the ground. Papa
tapped his finger rehectively on the
pane. For the first time he half
wished he had not given the bishop so
positive reply about the yisetfina
-.cSyigihal sin.-OgTe might be mistaken.
and-this was Polly's hat.
As / remarked, Il was her only one.
and deserved a chapter Of itself. 1t
was little round bonnet, originally Of
white straw, which was now sun
burned 20 dirty yellow, a faded red
rose adorned one side; the crown was
mashed in; a limp, draggled feather
stood up in front Nothing could
have been more hopeless, more dis
reputable.
T" Poor dear!''
But Polly had flown: the subject was
too tender TO be discussed.
just then the bell rang. "a note
for Miss Polly; from Mr. Jerry Nevins.
| s'posc," said the little maid-of-all-
work. sympathctically.
She was very black-fisted Mercury.
but never did Cupid select a more in
teresied 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 wbte-curt aimed
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 pcnniless Polly,
singing in her high clear voice: II
sent thee late a rosy wreath"
"Here. POll-here's a note from Jer.
I ry Neyins," cried the chorus. delight.
edly. Get down and read il.
Miss Fuller slipped at once from her
leafy throne, and read aloud the fol
lowing missive:
"MY DEAR Miss PoLLY-I am going In m,
| drag, with Miss Miyerton and eam Rennoiys
/ 20 the polo match to-day at four clock
drive Please say yes. Yours alwass.
J. VI. NEvIss, Jun"
An ominous silence fell for the space
Of one moment. II was broken by the
voice Of our heroine. Il am going.
said Polly.
bat your clothes, Polly" cried the
chorus.
FL don't care one bit about my
Clothes" said she. defantly. I'll
take your parasol, Margaret, and III
get you 10 smooth my muslin, Jen. and
I've got one glove, and I'm going"
But your hat. dear" said julie
I'D gladly lend you mine. but it be
longs to my suit, and is all gray, and
you'd look like n guy in il.
Never mind said Polly, dismis-
sing the whole crew with wave OF tlio
hand; ~ ioW get me hat. Give your.
selves no concern" With these word,
she rushed into the fouse, and in few
minutes had disappeared down tn,
long. irregular street.
Half an hour later tall young lady
in disreputablc bonnet and a ging
bam dress made her CHtrcc into fash
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