The morning call., 1892-02-14

She was returning from the village WITH
the evening mail, and on the way met MIR.
Aston almOst face 10 face. He bowed 50
deferentally and with such grace that
Polite was 10th 10 believe be could so insult
a woman. And how had he learned her
! namr2
You're fraudV' called out an angry
! voice, adding sneeringlY, Think you're
/ pretty, don't you'll
Polite FASTENED into the house with an
angry sparkle in her eyes.
III he ever dareS bow TO me again viii
! show him that he cannot know me, now or
[ eYeri The man must be half inSanet
The climax was reached one DAY Wheh
Miss Polly discovered her obnoxious neigh
boris pug dog on her premises. The poor
animal was inclined to be friendly, ana had
buried a choice bone in the midst or her
! tlOwer-bed, as the ground was soft and
easily aug into by his little feet.
Miss Polly rushed at him. broom in hand,
with intentions which Prince evidently saw
were not Of the most gracious kind. With
shlill howl OF fright he ran to the fence and
endeav0red TO press his pudgy little form
through the narrow stats, but the opening
was hardly large enough to permit Of his
/ escape, and the enemy was so on close upon
| him.
The bowls he set forth brought all the in
mates Of the next house TO the door.
Don't kiHee dOggie" cried a strange
! looking creature. with n short black gown
I
long pig tail' flying cut from bis back,
running to the : S rescue. Mclean man
killee y0H. you kiliie dOgsee.' he continued,
/ wilh many gestures ana hourlSheS OF his
yell0w-looking hands
In the meantime the fat puppy had man
aged 10 wrggle himself through the aper-
ture into his masters yard, where he was
now barking Valantly.
He'd better keep his dog on his own
/ premises if he don't want HIM burt" re-
/ toTted the spinster siitfiy, yet staring at the
/ strange looking creature. who returned the
compliment by staring at Miss Polly, whom
lie alterWari designated as funny Old lady
with biggee sheet on top Il head that talKee,
talkee aud hittee doggie iIkee mad"
See the old Ounce! Ia. la. ha. Old
I Polly! POLL Oh, I'm sick bic HE -
ouch!" shriekad a Shrlll and Insulting voice
from the house.
He. bel he! laughed the Chinaman.
/ He mad and talket, Jerking his thumb
toward the house in an apologize way.
He'd ought to be ashamed of himself to
talk so to a lady. You can tell him so, too,
for NE, An II l find this dog tearing up
my flowers again III-Pll have him ar
/ rested
Miss Polly waved the broom about in
threatening manner before the CeleStaPs
widely opened, alm0ud-Shaped eyes. The
astonished man watched her until she dis
appeared, after her WrathIul threat, and
then slowly made his way TO the house.
The summer DAYS went on, and the war
fare between Miss Polly and the hated next
door neRhb0rs Increased. But the young
people finally met at picnic give n by one
of the churches. After it was over. Polite
was detained at the village by an eTraud,
and it was quite late in the evening before
she started on her hOmewaTd walk. The
moon was at its full and beautiful and
shOweTed a soft radiance over the pretty
woodland path she tTipped along full Of
the happiness of youth. and thinking of the
handsome neXt-d0Or neighbOr who did not
hate women by any means, and who had
bent his dark eyes so admlrlngly upon her
fair face.
Speak, or perhaps it may be think, of
angels and they VIII appear, says tile
/ aGagP though MT. Aston would scarcely
/ wish 10 lay claim 10 such an ethereal per-
sonaljtv However, all ~ once, he stood
/ beside Polite IN the narrow path, and rails
ing his hat asked politely:
VIII you give me the pleasure Of walk
ing with YOU, Miss HarlOWeY
" As we are such near neighbO-s, it would
be Iule in me to refuse" she answered
pleasantly, and soon they were chatting like
old friends.
a. wish might be permitted to call upon
| you, Miss HarlOwe," the young man said
! Wistfully, as they stood at the garden gate
! IL should be pleased to ask you
| but"
| Poor Little P0llie Stammered and paused.
= &" Why does she dislike Us 500" he asked
| in a pathetic tone IN the interval OF silence.
| " ] don't kuOW-yes, do t0o!' blushing
! ike a red. red rose. Then she laughingly
| added Il may as we'll tell you the truth.
| She says some one made very saucy speeches
| to her from your side Of the fence-she be-
! ieves 1t was YOU" looking up at him tim
| idly.
He thought as he gazed at the sweet Ut
| turned face that it was the lovelieSt ne had
| ever seen.
81 know" he began. "She intimated that
| | had been insOleut 10 her. But | am sure
| l had never addressed a word to the lady in
| lay life. What were the words used?
| Perhaps l can explain
Some one cried out 'Ah there! l be-
/ Ieve."
what else-can you remember?" he
| asked eagerly, and with some excitement
| "Oh, 1 believe the same Individual said
! tautingly, Think you're pretty, don't you?
/ and so on"
! The young man laughed so immoderately
! that Pole was bTidling tritie when he re-
! covered himself enough to speak.
| please pardon me, Miss Harl0we, but ii
| is so funny" with fresh burst Of meTri-
( ment.
Polite stood in dignifed silence.
1t is so ridiculous, dear Miss Iiarl0we .
| | know you will laugh when | tell YOU.
! Our parrot has made al the trouble. Your
| cunts name and your own being the same
as Polly's, you can readily see how it has
| all come about"
Polite Joined him in the laugh. Only a
| parrot! But what mischief he had made
| with his silly little tongue. Even birds can
| stir up contention wiTh that unruly member.
/ 4 can scarcely believe II. the words We're
! spoken so plainly" she said.
THAT is true" replied Mr.. Aston. ''Pe0-
pie have often admired Polly's clear pro-
| nunciatiOn. It's a wonder l have never
| guessed that this was his worn. VIII your
aunt forgive me now, do you think?" he
/ added earnestly.
= think So" Polite returned. 'But is it
| true that your uncle hates women?"
What an Ideal" Mr.. Aston exclaimed
| Indignantly. Why Uncle George is the
| Veriest lover OF the sex. He is somewhat
| reserved in social way, because-but /
! ought not tell his secrets"
| please tell me-" TespOndid Polite softly.
81 will never betTay the confidence.
The big rOund-faced neon looked dow n
| benignly on the young people, and if he
! wiBked and blinked in a moOny way, with
/ a dropping Of the mountain on one side Of
| his face that looked like an eye, it meant
| that love was fast making.
''He was once engaged % lady," said Mr..
| Aston, 'and through a foolish little quarrel
| they parted. The token OF their tTOth was
| an exchange Of watches. If either should
| decide not to wed the other he watch was
| 70 be returned 20 its actual owner The
! lady returned my Unele's watch when she
| had carried It fer nearly a year; he was
| cTazed with grief at first, and tried By every
means in his power to cause her to change
| her mind. But she remained obdurate, and
! though / firmly believed she loved him. her
! pride prevented her from Yielding. Her
| obstinacy almost broke good mans heart.
| and | hardly believe she has found hapDi-
| ness in her lonely life. as she never married. p"
PoIlie had listened quietly TO the end Of
! the story, though she could scarcely keep
49,. A. I..,T
concluded. she exclaimed:
." How strange! Nv auutS story is the
same as your Uncle'sl'
''Can it be she is the heroine Of both?" he
| asked eagerly.
What is your unce's last name?'
Borden; he is my mothers youngest
brother"
''Ab, that is why Aunt Polly has never