The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-08-14
wANTED-AN HEIREss.
BY EMMA A. HOPPER.

BY EMMA A HOPPER.
fHere's a story for youl said Mrs.
Gerry to a literary friend, seated in
her handsome parIor.
Her Jolly, matronlg face broad
ened with smiles at an apparently
diverting recollection.
'sYou wouldn't credit the inciden.
if yon read it; but as Iwas an eye
witness, l can voucll for it. You'll
be paid for listening; it's really to
goodl'
al took what | called vacation
after we got done with Asbury Park
and Saratoga last summer. Mr.
Gerry was going west on a two
weeks business, trip, and said l:
"Tve worked hard this summer,
and I'm going to take rest. I've
talked amiabIy tofixe bundled fhsa.
sand people / haven't t cared for; I've
rowed and sailed all summer, though
it makes me sick, and bathed relig-
iously, when hate it; I've chaper-
oned million girls to doings of all
sorts, and even succeeded in getting
one or two engaged-and I've earned
a period of peace. I'm going to
spend the two weeks OF your alb
sence, Mr.. Gerry, in woodland re
treat"
"Well, it wasn't that precisely,
but it was passable. 1 went to a
little hotel in the CatslSills. 1 found
too many people there TO suit me,
though. Old Colonel Marlow came
the next day-an chronological old
crank, craving his pardon; he car
ries u trunkful of dried beetles and
things about with him; and Harry
Fosdick was there with his friend
Mr.. Pierson.
ri had met Fosdick before. and
abominated him for conceited sprig
and an heircss hunter. Mr.. Pierson
was lank young creature, with an
inane smile and middle parting to
his hair.
"They were two of a kind, and
most congenial, till the new waitress
burst upon the scene. If the new
waitress didn't stir things upi
"Polly, her name was The other
girls were the regulation sort, i'm,
ported from the city, 1 imagine
frizzed hair, red jerseys, pert ways
you know them.
"Polly was an oasis in the desert
Polly wasn't exactly pretty, but she
was as fresh and blooming as rose
lbs neat as wax, and as bright as q
dollar / fairly nabbed her for my
table, and kept her; and we got to
be very good friends, Polly and l.
"Old Colonel Marlow was at my
table. He mooned at me three
times day through his spectacIes
and talked moths and mosquitoes to
me'till L felt like one of his pin
stuck specimens.
"But after Polly came the colonel
bent the light of his glasses on her
with vivid interest. 1 thought at
first that the old absurdity was in
love with her.
"But that wasn'tit. He followed
me out to the piazza one day; he
looked excited.
"Mrs Gerry" he said, 81 have
made remarkable discovery-ex-
traordinaryl Do you know the
identity of the young woman who
serves at our table?"
''I know she lives down the road
somewhere" said L, sin a vine-clad
cottage, probably, and that the pro-
prietor of the hotel, having bought
butter and eggs from her father.
made bold TO ask Polly to fill the
vacancy left by the sullen departuIe Y
of a waitress, and that Polly beir
obliging and not too proud to tul
an honest penny, came along"
"The colonel looked sly.
"That's what the landlord b
given out" said he. "The story
a fabrication. Listen, Mrs. Gerr
that young woman is Miss Mary
or Polly, as she is called by in
mates-Miss Polly Gardner. a
an old friend of her grand father
and have seen her frequently.
You have heard of her? She is heil
ess to half u million"
81 had heard of her. She was
friend of the Lemoynes, and the IL
moynes are friends of mine.
laughed a full minute.
"The last l heard of Miss Gard
ner," said l, "she was in Europe
/ don't think she returned.
"That young person is Miss Poll
Gardner" said the colonel, pereml
torily. 81 recognized her at
glance-at glance, Mrs. Gerry"