Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-08-03

stopped us, anu placing neT WltueIeu oiu
hand upon Polly's sunny head, called down
heavens sweetest blessings upon it
sGod and all His angels forever bless
you, Miss. Sure it was yourself that saved
my grandson Tommy's life when the
clergy and doctors and all gave him up
| was surprised at Aunt Polly. The
tears stood thick in her pretty brown eyes.
She took the old woman's hard, brown
hand in her own wee white ones and said:
Don't thank me, dear Mrs. Roper, but
Him who knoweth all and doeth all things
well. 1t was Him who saw fit to save
your grandson's life. You must thank
Him, not l."
81 will thank you, dearie, for you are
one of His own angels" replied the old
woman departing.
We had not proceeded far upon our
way when we met the Rev. Paul.
| Polly was changed in an instant.
May | accompany you" he asked.
"No," snapped Polly.
Very mildly he inquired "why?"
because l don't like you"
"A grave reason, and for which | am
Eost unhappy, and which | would wish to
strive to overcome, for believe me, Miss
Tomkins, consider your dislike my great
est misfortune"
"Then there is another reason" said
Polly.
"And that is?'
You are no gentleman"
Then the blood slowly left cheeks and
| lips, leaving his face ashy pale. A deep
pain seemed to dim the fine dark eyes, as
! in silence, with low bow he turned and
! left us.
| "There p' said Aunt Polly, nodding her
head, "let that be lesson TO him in the
! future"
"Oh, Polly~ 1 said reproachfully,
how could you say such thing to him %
"Whv !" she asked angrily.
Because / think he likes you."
"Likes fiddlesticksl I'll teach him to
stand up and preach to me-
/ knew better than to argue with Aunt
Polly, so said nothing.
One day we missed Polly from dinner,
and in the evening came short little
note telling US not to expect her home that
night, because she intended to remain and
nurse Mrs Dntton's sick child.
We must go and bring her home," said
Miss tombstone, firmly. So we all started
after Aunt Polly, and soon reached Mrs.
Dutton's cottage. At the fartheSt end of
the meanly-furnished room we could see
our aunt holding very red-faced infant
in her arms.
"Get out of here" screamed Polly !;
this baby's got the measles"
| THAT'S nothing" retorted Babe; "we
have all had it."
But bang went the door in our face, and
Polly spoke in a coaxing voice through
the keyhole to Miss tombstone.
Johnnie, dear, take my nieces home IN
stantly 1t was thoughtless of you to
allow them to come here. Now take them
back there's good girl If anything
should happen to them in my sisters alb
sence l would never forgive myself Now,
CO."
What could we do but confess ourselves
vanquished and return home, Miss John
stone loud in praises of Polly's devoted
kindness to the poor )" and sometime af-
forwards we learned, quite by accident,
that Polly fed and clothed half the poor
in the village.
We were thrown into wild state Of ex-
element by receiving a letter from man.
ma requesting us to be good girls and
mind Aunt Molly.
"Aunt Molly!" echoed; "she must
mean Aunt Polly"
"Well," said Miriam, "she has written
Molly see"
&c don't believe it," roared Polly "Let
me see;;" and snatched the letter from Mi
RAMS hand, which she read, and after
reading it seemed upon the verge of one
of her tanturms.
"Why, sister Ruth wrote and asked me
to come and take charge of you girls l
read the letter myself. 1t said Polly, not
Molly. | will sift the matter to the bot
TOM"
And straightway she sat down and wrote
to mamma. In few days she received a
telegram stating it was Molly, not Polly,
whom our mother intended to send. Polly
received the news in ominous silence.
Word was dispatched forthwith to fetch
Aunt Molly, who duly arrived staid
old maid with glasses, and a blue stocking
to boot-profuse in apologies about the
mistake which had been made.
"You know, my dears, your grandma is
very old, and l being near sighted, and
busily engaged upon my next novel, paid
little attention when Polly firmly de-
clared the letter said her, not |. Polly is
spoilt and has been spoilt from baby"
Polly threatened To return home upon
Aunt Molly's arrival. But did she? No,
indeed! Polly remained at the Priory,
and was Just as full of mischief as ever,
at whose capers Aunt Molly would mildly
shake her wise head, regarding her young
sister with fond. indulgent smile.
"Polly, naughty Polly !" was all the re-
proof she would ever offer.
The time was drawing near for our faith
er's return. The Rev. Paul had ceased to
call, and report stated the young clergy
man had been offered and accepted hand
some living-a church in the neighboring
village had noticed shade of sadness
in Polly's demeanor of late, but when |
spoke of the minister's good luck she made
no reply.
She and l were visiting Mrs. Dutton,
whose baby was now quite recovered from
the measles. Polly was sitting holding
the child, when we perceived the young
clergyman coming towards the house.
"Oh, Madeline p she gasped, " what shall
we do? Come hide" And grabbing up
the baby she ran into the inner room, /
following at her heels.
He entered, and we could distinguish
every syllable uttered. / thought what a
good, kind voice he had, and wondered
how Polly could dislike him SO bitterly.
The conversation drifted from one topic to
another, for Mrs. Dutton, like the rest OF
her class, was a sad gossip.
"They tell me-" she said, suddenly,
"you are soon to leave us, and while Pm
glad and thankful to receive our own good
pastor back again restored to health-God
bless him-Pm sure we, one and all, will
regret losing you, dear Mr.. Troior."
He sighed.
"But then," continued she, you are to
have fine new church of your own
hear, which, of course, must please you
and console you for leaving Donislandon.'
! The young clergyman sighed again,
deep and long.
"Ah Mrs Dutton, there is nothing can
console me for leaving Donislandon."
"Now, l see how it is. suspected it a
long time. 1t does you credit, sir. She is
the sweetest angel in the village"
"My dear Mrs. Dutton, / have not men,
toned any lady's name"
"Lor' bless you, sir, Of course you havn't
but know it must be Miss Polly. Bless
her dear little heart"
"Well, Mrs. Dutton," he said, "you
have pueeeed aorrect1y and I feal II an