Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1890-12-26
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HER OWN THANKSGIVING.
How Little Girl Secured One All to
Herself.

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 crinkly
flaxen hair that never would stay in
place. Such queer little dumpling Of
a Polly
All the same, she liked nice things to
cat as we'll as any one could, and when,
once upor time, somebody gave her
the measles just in season for Thanks
giving Day, she felt dreadfully aboutit
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 n
mite, as of course Polly knew 1t
wouldn't but she couldn't have helped I,
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 dnner-not any pic,
not any cranb'ry sauce, not any-oh
dear"
"Well, wellr said Polly's mother,
laughing, 81 guess wo'll have to have
another Thanksgiving Day right off"
"Oh, can we?" cried Polly, brighten
ing up.
mot without the Governor says SO"
answered her father, with twinkle.
"The Governor makes Thanksgiving
Days, Polyanthus"
"Where does ho live?" asked Polly,
with an earnestness that was funny
Every body laughed. "At the capital"
said Polly's Uncle Ben Davis. "Do you
know where that is?"
81 guess-I do" said Polly, and she
asked no more questions.
But what do you guess this funny
Polly did2 BY and by, when she felt
quite like herself again, she borrowed
pencil and paper, and shutherself up in
her own room, and wrote lotter that
looked very much like this:
DeRE MISTER GUNNER WILL you Please
MAKE AnoTIIER THANKSGIVING DAY BE-
cAws ! HAD THE MEESLEs ThE Last One.
POLLY PINKliAM
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-oflice as fast as she
couldcrun.
Mr.. Wiley kept the post-oflice, and
if Mr.. Wiley himself had been behind
the glass boxes that day, don't believe
Polly's lettor 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 80 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 1T and wrote the
postmark plain as plain could be.
And so he did. For, not quite a week
later, a 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 checks were, and
how her small fingers trembled when
she tore open her letter! 1t was print
cd, so that she could read it herself, all
but the long words.
DEAR MISS POLLY: Your letter received.
l am very sorry il you were so III as not to
be able to eat any Thanksgiving dinner. 1t
was quite too bad. hereby appoint n spo-
cial Thanksg wing Day for you-next Thurs :
day, December (Which trust may be kept
with due form Your friend and we'll wish
| er. ANDREW CoLBURN.
'Ohr cried Polly, hopping on one
foot "Will you, motherP o motherl
will you? wrote to him myself Oh,
I'm so gladl'
Ibid you everr' cried Polly's mother.
"Why, Polly Pinkham!" But Polly's
father slapped his knee and laughed.
Good for Governor Colburnl I'll
vote for him as long as he wants q
vote And Polly shall have special
Thanksgiving worth telling of-so she
SHALL"
And so she did have, the very best she
ever remembered. "A G. Stoddard, in
Youths Companion.