The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1890-11-29
A SPECIAL THANKSGIVING.
How Little Girl Secured Ono All to
Hersclf.

How Little Girl Secured Ono All to
Herself
Such funny little roly-poly Polly as
she was, with her big-china-blue eyes
that were forever seeing something to
wonder about, and her round red checks
that always grew redder when any
body spoke to her, and her crinlSly
flaxen hair that never would stay in
place. Such queer little dumpling of
Pollyi
All the same, she liked nice things to
eat as we'll as any one could, and when,
once upon time, somebody gave her
the measles just in season for Thanks
giving Day, she felt dreadfully about it,
and cried as hard as she knew how be-
cause she couldn't have any turkey, nor
pudding, nor mince-pie for dinner
nothing at all but oatmeal gruel.
But crying didn't help the measles q
mite, as of course Polly knew 1t
wouldn't, but she couldn't have helped
crying If she wanted to, and she didn't
want to.
"Most any body'd cried, wouldn't
WONDER" she said, day or two after,
when the measles had begun to go away
again, mot to have mite of any
Thanksgiving for dinner-not any pie,
not any cranb'ry sauce, not any-oh
de-ar!'
"Well, wellr' said Pollys mother,
laughing, II guess well have to have
another Thanksgiving Day right off"
sOh, can we?" cried Polly, brighten
ing up.
"Not without the Governor says so,"
answered her father, with twinkle.
''The Governor makes Thanksgiving
Days, Polyanthus."
"Where does he live?" asked Polly,
with an earnestness that was funny.
Every body laughed. SAT the capital"
said Polly's Uncle Ben Davis. DO you
know where that is?"
"I guess-I do" said Polly, and she
asked no more questions.
But what do you guess this funny
Polly did? BY and by, when she felt
quite like herself again, she borrowed
pencil and paper, and snutherself up in
her own room, and wrote letter that
looked very much like this:
DeRB MISTER GUNNER WILL you Please
MAKE AnoTlIER THANKSGIVING DAY BE-
cAws had THE MEESLES ThE Last One.
POLLY PINKHAM.
Then she folded the letter, and put it
in an envelope, with one of her chrome
cards, and sealed it, and took two cents
out of her bank for the postage, and ran
away to the post-office as fast as she
couldurun.
Mr.. Wiley kept the post-office, and
if Mr.. Wiley himself had been behind
the glass boxes that day, don't believe
Pollys letter ever would have gone out
of Tinkerville. But Mr.. Willey's niece
was there. She read the address on the
envelope Polly handed in, and her eyes
danced. 1t looked so funny:
MISTER GUNNER, AT THE CAPITLE.
One or two questions brought out the
whole story.
"The Governor shall have your letter,
Polly" roguish Miss Molly said with
laugh, as she stamped it and wrote the
postmarlS plain us plain could be.
And so he did. For, not quite week
later, letter came in the mail to Polly
"a great, white letter with picture in
one corner that made Polly's father
open his eyes.
"Why, it's the States arms" said he.
''What under the sun"
But think he suspected.
Oh, how red Polly's cheeks were, and
how her small fingers trembled when
she tore open her letter! 1t was print
ed, SO that she could read it herself, all
but the long words.
DEAR MISS POLLY: Your letter received.
am very sorry il you were so i'll as not to
be able to eat any Thanksgiving dinner. 1t
was quite too bad. / hereby appoint n spe-
cial Thanksgiving Day for you-next Thurs
day, December (Which trust may be kept
with due form. Your friend and well wish
or, ANDREW CoLBURN.
"Oh" cried Polly, hopping on one
foot. "Will you, mother? o mother!
will you? wrote to him myself Oh.
I'm so gladp' i
''Did you ever!" cried Polly's mother.
''Why, Polly Pinkham!" But Polly's
father slapped his knee and laughed.
"Good for Governor Colburn! I'll
vote for him as long as he wants
vote. And Polly shall have special
worth telling of-so she
'hall!"
And so she did have, the very best she
aver remembered. c. Stoddard, in
Youths Companion.