Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-12-15
BY PROXY.
Polly aud the Latest Addition TO Her vo-
eabulary.

cabulary.
Mother" asked Polly, "what does to
10 II thing by proxy mean
"ro do it by employing another per-
son to do it in your place.
"But that wouldn't be doing it my
self" objected Polly.
People consider it the same thing
said mother "If sent Arthur on an
errand and he asked Harold to go for
him because his foot was lame"
arthur hasn't got lame foot" cried
literal Polly.
1--WE must suppose he had, or that lie
had the toothachc, perhaps and so Elar-
old went instead"
"IIarold doesn't like to do errands,
either; he always makes mistakes"
said Polly, thoughtfully. Polly had her
suspicious of sudden attacks of lamo-
ness and toothache.
"Well, it doesn't matter. Perhaps he
might hire Harold to go by giving him
n piece of candy If he did that, it
would be the same as If he had done
the errand himself He would doit 'hy
proxy Do you understand, Polly?'
"Yes-um," answered Polly, rs she
started upstairs.
"I've got all the candy Aunt Kittic
gave me, said Polly to herself; ''but
Arthur hasn't any. Mother didn't know
that
She pulled open her bureau drawer to
taste bit of the candy. Itlooled very
pink and tasted sweet
There's Isabella's dress right under
it," exclaimed Polly. "Tve been Won
dering where it could be-"
She dragged poor Isabella Angelina
by her leg from under the bureau, and
proceeded to dress her.
Polly suddenly came mothers
voice.
"Yes-um"
"You must go to the store for me,
Bridget is busy, and Iwant the fruit for
my fruit cake
Polly laid down Isabella Angelina
with sigh.
81 just hate errands as much as liar
old doesm
Her eyes fell on the candy.
perhaps murmured Polly, noddlng
her head.
She slipped the candy into her pocket
and went downstairs with a dcmure
face.
"Yes-um, yes-um. Raisins, currants,
citron and allspice. Why don't you say
all spices, mother? It's correcter.
There's Harold at the gate!"
She ran after him, and mother busy
with her cake did not hear the little
footsteps which presently pattered up
stairs again.
Harold brought in the groccr's par
| cells.
'Ilow's this, my boy? 1t was Polly
sent to Mr. Slote's. You've brought
me the wrong kind of raisins; these are
very poor. No currants at all! Citron,
and one, two, three packages of cloves
cinnamon and ginger; but no allspice!
Dear! dear!" groaned Harold. "It''
always the way"
He pushed the pink candy further in
to his pocket 1t wasn't nearly SC
sweet as it had been.
"Polly !" called mother.
"Yesum!" said Polly's meek voice
from behind the kitchen door.
81 sent you on this errand. Polly"
"Yes-um," lisped Polly again; "and
went, mother, just as You explained.
went 'by proxy !"
Mother kept her face as straight as
she could.
Indeed, Polly; then what am I to
do? Here are the wrong articles. Il
Harold had done the crrand it woult
be his fault, but if it is you who have
done so badly, you must be punished
for your carelessness, You tell me you
did the errand. What shall do about
| it?"
| Polly considered the situation.
"Well, | did do that errand, mother
truly did. / did it 'by proxy |
paid Harold piece of candy to go for
1 me-"
Then bright thought struck Polly
"And don't you think, mother, tina
II did your errand by proxy and yo,
have to punish me for doing it wrong
you ought to punish me by proxy
too?"-Harper's Young People.