The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1891-09-05
POLLY'S MISTAKE.
BY SHIRLEY BROWNE.

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at is a sort of queer color, said Mr.
Boiling, as he set his milk pail on tho
fence aud thougi fully surveyed the
artistic olive green which now mantled
the old farm house.
"Never saw such a color in my lifel"
sal Reuben Hill, chuckling. "Taint
like nothin' that ever sot eyes on afore.
You don't mean to say that you really
like it?"
"rhe likes it, said Peter Boiling de-
ciGelly, "and that's enough.
"Oh, said Hill, then it's an under
stood tliing?"
Peter Boiling took up his milk pail
and started toward the kitchen door,
deigning no reply to this question.
Reuben Hill chuckled again.
Guess it'll be a MATCH" said he to
himself.
Inside the new olive green house prep
crations for an early tea were cul-
minating. The kettle sung on theneatly
BACKED stove, the odor of hot biscuit
permeated the room, and Polly Boiling,
the farmers single sister, was filing
glass dish with stewed dried apples, fru-
gally mingled with orange peel to give it
q more decided flavor
"Oh, you've got back?1 said Peter,
carrying his milk pail through to the
cool, shady little milk room beyond, with
its shelves painted yellow, and its stone
crooks and shining tin pans arrayed in
| spotless order,
Yes, Polly answered, @I've got back. s"
/ VEinily all rght?"
"Yes, Emly's all right. Why shouldn't
she be all right?" t,lrtly demanded Miss
Boiling. "She amt cheeny, to crack, is
she or sugar or salt, to .meltS Why
don't you ask me if Tn all right l say,
Petel" she added,
"Eh?n
Have you asked that widow woman
to marry your"
II Ihain'tyet. Peter answered doggedly.
eBut I'm goin to this blessed nightin
You're sot ont, be yous0
(! ayes, be!n
"Well, said Polly Boiling, dehber-
ately measuring the thick yellow cream
into the blue edged cups, II guess you'll
change your mind when you hear what
I've got to tell you.
"Eh2" again uttered Peter.
"There's your tea Now listen; I left
Mrs. Ennis at Griggs's dry goods store to
do her tradin', an jest tied old Blackey tc
the lamp post close by the store door, and
stepped over to Wilkinss hair store tc
match my company curls. P'raps you've
noticed that my hair has. ,grayed III
consid'able Of late, and the old curls is
too brown.
Peter shifted.
"If folks is too sot up to wear the hair
the Lord Almighty give 'em="
"Yes, yes! but jest hear me out, in
terrupted Polly, helping herself to somt
thinly shaved smoked beef. "Well
Wilkins's stock wasn't very; big, and the
color was hard to match, so Mis- Willk
ins and me went up stairs where tn,
hands was maxim up goods to see wha
we could find. And the first thing
heerd was Widow Ennis's voice ssyin'
Now, I don't want nobody to know
nothin' about this. Mind you, dom
breathe it to- q mortal soulr So jss
stepped back, and made sign to Mis-
Wilkins to hold her tongue. is she
buyin' false hair p I whispered. Laws
yesr says Mis- Wilkins, in the same ton
of voice. Shes one Of the best custom
ers we have.'"
Peter Boiling dropped his knife.
%'Tain't true" said he.
Says l, Whats she a buyin' now
Says she, "A wigp Says /, "Tain't pos
sible, Says she. We'll, you can see an
hear for yourself So she jest fetche
me behind the screen where / could pee
through rip in the curtains, and ther
she was, a pickin' and a choosin' g
pa'ticlkler as you please, And she fnall
bought it, and paid "a for it, Not an a
round wig, but 'front.' hair wigs an sh
put it on, larfn' as silly as could be. Al
says she, How do / loekr says she. q
these crimps becomin' to mePn
"Be ye tellin' me the TRUTH" croaLe
Peter.
= "Jest as sure as set hsrel" asserte
: his sister.
1, Emily Ennis with a wig oni"
"Yes, Emily Ennis with a wig onl'
SWal, then, that settles the matter
said Peter hoarsely. II won't marry 1
woman that wears false hairln
"Hold on, Pster-hold onl" counsels
his sister. "There amt but precious fe
of em but wars ourls, or a switch,
false bangs, or suthin.' Don't be rash
"Can't help it, Z" doggedly asserted h
brother I've said it and mean
Goodness mel the idea ofhavin' won't
around with her head ell covered wi
goodness knows what all, come out of n
n body knows where-burying grounds
> hospitals or plague ships, or suthin'
that sort Neverl"
~, NJ wear false curls, curtly 0bserv
.5l5s Polly, "and don't b'lieve none o. the
jhsh things about EN-, neither.
I'd. You're a fooll" civilly commented h
ali brother.
leh Polly smiled grim smile. She "
llf used to these little amenities, and tn
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