Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-12-04


and pink ribbons would perlsorm tho a.
mc1s feas 81 the COW IN tho nursery
rhyme.
Then II sailed gracefully 10 the ground
% chance would have 1t on the other
side OF the stream, 1t the very feet Of .
young man who had just come into
view.
He was tall and slim, looking ak
tremely sscitided" In : plain suit Of
gray, with = nosegay OF purple pansies
IN his coat lapel; and the lace under his
soft felt hat was very handsome. with
honest blue eyes, and brown curls wav-
Ing above his broad forehead.
Goodness gracions!'' he exclaimed,
picking up Polly's hat what have
we. here9 Surely the owner OF this
charming hat is not Polly!'
Folly sprang 10 her feet. Her first
impulse Was to run, but she felt some
how 80 faint that she had to grasp tres
for support.
How do you do, Mr.. Darrows?" she
said, stfdy. ''This is an unexpected
surprise. May I have my hat?''
'Oh, Polly, how glad / am to see you
once more, !" he cried, not noticing her
cold demeanor.
He crossed the brook with q bound
and ran toward her, .s=
like my hat"
He stopped short, evidently greatly
surprised. "What-what in the name
Of common sense does this mean?''
SIT MEANS" said Polly, her cheeks
white, but her eyes blazing; stit means
will you be kind enough to give me my
hat?''
polly Davis, why do you treat me
thns9 We were such good friends when
I went away" ~. = ..
us friendship any plea why You keep
my hat, sir? shall get cold without
it,
stake You hat, Polly Davis" he
cried, hinging it toward her. ':But I
demand an explanation OF your con-
duct" 4#
IAN explanation, indeed said she,
ironically, fairly eclipsing him with
the seornful gaze from her eyes, while
her lips curled contemptuously. Gas If
you did not know. Oh, you are very
innocent"
81 swear before God, Polly Davis, that
I am innocent OF any falsity to you.
Explain
Another proof of your villainy, Mr..
Darrows- If / have ever entertained
the least doubt of your perfdy my
doubts are all dispeled now. Swearing
is nothing to a man Of your stamp
You ask me to explain; explain, in
deedl Perhaps you do not know that I
know you are married."
MARRIED." cried John Darrows, in
mystifcation.
Eyes, married. Oh, you can brazen
it out, you heartless wretch. IL hate
you. Go, go from my sight, you villain,
and don't you eoer show your hate-hate-
full face again to me. Now, ia-langh,
you villain; you've broken my he-heart
and ] hate You, you-boo-hoo."
Polly could stand it no longer, and,
sinking down, burst into a Fit of weep
ing, while John Darrows, unable to con-
troll himself, sprang over beside her
and in trice she was in his arms.
It's lie,'' he whispered; 81 am not
married, and never will be to any one
but you, my love-"
sDorcas Jones sa-said so,'' sobbed
Polly.
'Dorcas Jones is . gossip" was the
sole reply.
1t was after dark that evening when
Mrs Davis heard the front gate click
and the sound Of steps coming up the
walk.
''Where under the sun has Polly
been?" she Thought
As the front door opened she heard q
familiar voice say:
''Good-night, Polly; I'll call around
tomorrow to see the folks
John has come, mother,' said Polly,
as she came in. ''He isn't married; it
was lie.''
t'We1, there!" was Mrs Davis excla-
nation. -...~
Polly lighted her lamp, and as she
watched thoughifally the match as it
burned ont, said:
Mother, you remember that night
Dorcas Jones came into church with her
false hair on wrong2"
eyes"
"Wel, I think she told that about
John to get revenged on me for laugh
ing Mt her" -. --% -
seOf All thinpsi,, tarclaimed Mrs. n.v;.
as Polly went upstairs, laughing to her
self. An Dorcas q church member!
Who'd a thought it?' s-.-.>.
Who would, indeed.-O Old Homestead.
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