The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-04-06

~ Soyii'n "hu JuulIJ, 80 SWEEP onu
violet-eycd, that the A~rchdeaconess
failed In her responses, and scanned
each figure as it went up the aisle with
a glance that Julie declared amounted
to an Indictment for larceny.
Yes, all the Fullers but one. One
wretched, f~orlorn, spcndthrift of a Full
Ter 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 ,jewclry.
So she spent the day in u disrepu-
table 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 nineteen
years old-old enough and pretty
enough to know better.
eff we had only known how much of
"we'd have dubbed in and helped YOU
buy your spring things"
mo, my dcars,' said papa, from
what was by courtesy called s'thc
study" though in reality it was the
china closet and canned fruit room (the
Fullers ate a good deal f canned
things; their preserves weren't generally
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 consequence of her
good or evil Judgment. If Polly has
spent her money, she must do without"
Alas! each remembered; it was SO
written in the bond.
"What have you got toward spring
fhInrr I01l- ln~, 0Ss Dn1-.
looking up from Herbert Spencer's
SOCIOLOGY" in a dazed way, and en-
~deavoTing to set her cap ut right an
giles, which, if the truth be told, was
not quite as straight as n plumb-linc.
ito be sure, the front is stained with
boots are pretty good, and l have one
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 shruuken up to
my knees, but I can let it down., she
said, eagerly; then, seeing amusement
in her sisters eyes, she burst into tears
and rushed out, calling. in a loud voice:
81 do not care if I do not have another
rag to my back so long as 1 live. am
going to bed, and will stay there till I
die for want of exercise, and then YOU
will all be sorry, and not laugh ut me,
and taunt me, because l am not mean,
miscrly, niggardly things like your
selves"
"Comc back, Polly, love-" cried all
the five unoffcnding sisters, deeply
grieved. but not ut all hurt by Polly's
outburst. "Tell us about y ur hats, and
how much money have you
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 retcctivcly 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,
and deserved a chapter to itself. It was
a little round bonnet, originally Of
white straw, which was now sunburncd
to a dirty yellow; a faded red rose
adorned n side; the crown was
mashed in; a 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. "a note for
Miss Polly; from Mr.. Jerry Ncvins. 1
s'posc," said the little maid of-all- work.
alphabetically.
She was n very black listed Mercury,
but never did Cupid select u more in
tcrcsted one; and the note was seized
by Jcn, and eagerly welcomed by the
whole family as IL diversion for the un-
happy damsel;
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 haplcss cxistcnce:
they made straight for the apple tree,
and there, perched on one of the high
est bouShs, was the penniless Polly,
singing in her high clear voice, 81 sent
thee late o rosy wreath"
"Herc, Poll-here's a note from
Jerry Ncvins," cried the chorus. de-
lightedly. "Get down and read it,"
Miss Fuller slipped at once from her
leafy throne, and read aloud the follow
ing missivc:
"MY DEAR MISS PoLLY-I am going
in my drag, with Miss Miverton and
Sam Kcnnolds, to the polo match to-
day at Jour o'clock. Won't you let us
call for you2 / 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. "I'm going"
said Polly.