The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1889-10-22

trespasslng?
"No," said Polly, sit isn't that. Any
one is welcome to the wild b~lackberries.
But--you seem hungry!"
"Tm almost furnished" frankly adj
mitted the young man. 81 breakfasted
at 6, and I've had nothing since"
"It's too adt" cried sympathetic Polly.
"Look here-you shall come to our house
/ don't care what mother says!'
"You are Miss Piper?" he asked.
"They call me Polly" said the girl. 81
declare it's semi-barbarous, this sort oil
thingl We've no business to act like the
priest and the Levite, even If we do hap
pen to be expecting company from the
city. There's a very nice little bedroom.
over the kitchen, sir, if you don't minc
the chimney going through it, and the
outlook into the poultry yard behind, anc
I'll get you some dinner myself. Gomez
With the gesture of a modern Queer
Boadicea bidding her serf Follow mel
Polly left the basket of clothes to its fatt
and led the way back to the house, where
Mrs. Piper was even then beating egg.
for the peach shortcake by the kitchen
table.
Mother" said she, "Tve brought the
schoolmaster back. Don't be vexed; bul
he was so tired and hungry, poor fellow
I'll fix up the kitchen bedroom for him
and it viii take only a few minutes tc
cook a bit of beefsteak and make a cuI
of coffee"
"Polly," cried the d~espairing matron
ST think you must be crazyr'
MADAM" said the bewildered stran.
ger, 81 do not desire to intrude, if
cts all right, mother" said Polly, fly.
ing briskly around, pouring out a bow,
of rich milk, into which she helped
liberal portion of the sliced peaches
which had been intended for the short
cake, and urging her company to "eat
that to begin With" while she measured
out some coffee and put a juicy slab Of
steak on the gridiron over a bed Of white
hot Goals.
At that moment there came a fusilade
of knocks at the hall portals beyond.
"It's your cousin, Polly!" cried Mrs
Piper, Fastening to open the door.
1t was a stout, thick set man, in blue
spectacles and a pepper-and-salt suit.
"Cousin Albert?' smiled Mrs. Piper
holding out both hands in ostentatiouf
welcome.
"Ma'am?" said the stranger, vacantly
"He must be a little deaf" thought
Mrs. Piper, and she raised her voice &C.
cordingly.
s'That amt my name, ma'am," sale
the stout mar with the blue glasses
''and I amt hard O. hearin' neither. Tn
Joseph Parks, that's billed to commence
teachin' the deestrict school tomorrow
morning, and the trustees"-
"My goodness mel" exclaimed Mrs.
Piper, ''if you're the schoolteacher, who's
this young man? I knew how it would
be, Polly. He's a tramp-an impostor.
Blow the horn for the farm hands; loose
the dog!"
The young man-who had just dis
posed of the last luscious spoonful OF
peaches and cream-here rose to his full
height.
cup to this time" said he, emo one
has asked me for my name or creden,
tials. Everything appears to have been
taken for granted; but if any one is
doubtful of my identity, I shall be pleas
ed to settle the matter. I am Albert
Haven, from New York, and | presume
l have the pleasure of speaking to my
cousins, Miss and Mrs. P~aracelsus Pi-
per?'
"Albert Haven't cried Mrs. Piper.
"Why, Albert Haven is SOL Miss Viola
BARTLETT
"You are probably thinking of my
uncle, who died last month";" said the
stranger. miss Viola Bartlett, l know,
was an old sweetheart of his. And I, as
his heir and representative. have decided
to carry out the plans he had made fol-
visiting his relations in this neighbor-
hood"
"Well,' cried Polly, with eyes that
shone like hazel diamonds, as she poured
out two cups Of fragrant coffee, ssif you
have cheated the schoolmaster out of his
welcome, Cousin Albert, you must be
content to share your dinner with him,
for / won't have any else turned out
OF doors today, no matter what hap
pens"
my dear little Cousin Polly!' cried
Mr.. Haven, "you are the very soul of hos
pitality. Depend upon it, I never shall
forget this bowl of peaches and cream"
The schoolmaster %unpacked his clean
collars and text booksin the kitchen bed
room. Mr.. Albert Haven helped Polly
start a box of geranium slips in the gar
den. Out by the %chattering little brook
let old Gloriana muttered to herself as
she hung snowy pocket handkerchiefs
and napkins galore to dry; and Mrs.
Piper, a. she took the hot peach short
cake and the pans of tea biscuit out of
the oven, thought with a thrill of tri-
Imph:
"Polly was wiser than / was, after all.
And I do believe things are going to
happen just as I wanted them tc
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