The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1890-12-04
A SPECIAL THANKSGIVING.
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Such funny little roly-poly Polly as
she was, with her big-china- eyes
that were forever seeing something to
wonder about and her round red cheeks
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
q Polly!
All the same. she liked nice things to
eat as well as any one could, and when,
once upon q time, mebody 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 cruel.
But crying didn't help the measles a
mite. as Of course Polly knew it
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 Polly's mother,
laughing. II guess we'll have to have
another Thanksgiving Day right off,"
'Oh. can we?' cried Polly. brighte
ing up
Not without the Governor says so. :"
answered her father, with a twinkle.
THE Governor makes Thanksgiving
Days, Polyanthus.''
where does he 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?''
II guess-I do" said Polly, and she
asked no more questions.
hut what do you guess this funny
Polly did? by and by, when she felt
quite like herself again, she borrowed
pencil and paper. and snuth herself up in
her own room. and wrote letter that
looked very much like this:
DeRE MISTER GUNNER WILL you PLeAsE
MAKE ANOTHER THANKSGIVING DAY be-
cAws had THE MEEsLEs TIE 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 tho post-office as fast. as she
couldsrun.
Mr.. Wiley kept the post-office, and
if Mr.. Wiley himself had been behind
the glass boxes that day. don't believe
Polly's 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 a
laugh, as she stamped it and wrote the
postmark plain as plain could be.
And SO he did. For. not quite week
"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: Yocr letter received
am very sorry ii you were 80 III as not to
be able I" eat any Thanksgiving dinner. 1t
was quite too bad. 1 hereby appoint a spe-
ciai Thanksgiving Day for you-next Thurs :
/ day, December (Which trust may be kept
with due form. Your friend and well wish
er, ANDREW COLBURN.
'Oh" cried Polly, hopping on one
foot "Will you, mother? o mother!
will you? I wrote to him myself! Oh,
I'm SO glad"
did you ever!'' cried Polly's mother.
why, Polly Pinkham!' But Polly's
father slapped his knee and laughed.
Good for Governor Coiburn! I'll
vote for him as long as he wants a
vote. And Polly shall have a special
Thanksgiving worth telling of SO she
shall!''
And SO she did have, the very b,st she
ever remembered C. Stoddard, in
Youth's Com Mon