The morning call., 1892-02-14
HISS POLkY'S ENEMY,
HER NEXT.DOOR HEIGHBOR.
BY FRANCES mALLErrE HAwLEE.

= taken by au elderly gentleman
o,5 his uephew. And they nave Chlnese
sar,anf because he-the elder man-ls
woman-hateJ" -.
Pogs HarIowe paused. quite out oil
breath after delivering this piece Oh aS'on-
iShing news. ~
Hates women, eh?" shifted Miss Polly.
s.Sbaiu,fstad on her name being spelled IN the
oid-fashioned way, witha "" saying; II
niece that's named Tor me wants TO new
bGrs.speu lie let her; l don't like these
7.av--f5DrIed notions bout twistin' names
vor'ra bap,ized under outer shape, an
nine was an will be till die, Polly Har-
r.oa without anything else put on TO It.
,..Ear. it's an Ill wind that blows NOBODY
,,v Good she continued gTimiy. III they
hate women. l can say rjcg rerSy We nate
men" .o..-
little Polite with an "le, uon H"'0
men, auntie." ,.----.
an / don't suppose that whipper-snap-
uPr Of a nephew hates girls, el'hei' To-
ter.ed Miss Polly. scornfuHy.
Young folks are not SO apt to be-oe-
rarars " Polite demureiy answered While
the rose-Ieaf color c.ept into her pretty
.Humeh! Old uus have seen enough Of
life 10 be auythi else but lovers, re-
f,rrl The elder Polly, wra.hIuHY. On,
,,.f yosnr fools are more given TO BEN
Ivers tNan hateUs. An IN sorry TWO
mems got right next door to US. Woulun
ley cared If forty women heu taken we
lrusp. An now, EollIe, don you DC
maxim eyes an Hlrun over Iue s4i
fence with that hateT mans nephew, IL
IEaIv q chin of the old block, an II get 10
hate women like his Grabbed old uncle;
.. Ir.ta rs if Ia do such a thing. Io.lie
rafortad Indignantly. makes eyes ana nlTt.
Size repeated, tossing her head with us
We lth # waving uuI-oIoNA man III i4"0s"'-
denial uf such yUlsaTi-E.
III Thought we'd come to place that we
o,rId be all 10 ourselves little while tHs
summer" plaiuuvely resumed Aunt Polly.
.. Rnt faint no use tTyla' 10 get away from
men. They're thicker than hayseed II
harvest time.
=" Wrrrn predominant, according to the
census Of the United States, aud the whole
world. as for that, aunue, laughed The giTl,
mischievOusly.
.,|yho knows whether they counted right
o- vrong?' cried Aunt Polly. Far as We
observed, there's too many OF EN- Tor the
comfort of wOmaDkind," she added eausu-
csllv and taking down heT sun bonnet, went
rr- n weed her flowers, While Polite ran up
ID her pretty bedroom and peeped through
The coal-lo0king " bite curtains that adorned
her window into her neXt-dOOr nelghboTS
Sge drew back quickly, the reason there
f-r hafnr that a handsome young man IN
the garden aforesaid was looking dITeclly
1t her window.
Had he seen herr No, IL must nave been
q coincidence; be could not look through
trIci. mud! curtain.
Al INST Pollis Harlowe had dreaded to
come 20 this out Of the way place Tor her
summers outing; but her Runts decree lad
gOua forth. and the change from the seaside
Al Se4view lad been made simply for the
reason that George Borden and bis brother
wore ..fug there, though Aunt Polly knew
nothing against this brother excepting that
lie was related 10 q man she detested. And
This getestatiOn had lasted through lapse
Ct twenty years.
polly and l were sweetheaTts just twenty
Years ago. George Borden might have sung.
with truth IN the words. For they had been
lovers then, but Cuarre.ed and parted
Alas for the happy might nave been.
Polly HarlOwe was Polly HarlOWe still.
Her heart had turned to the bitterness and
gall that these early dlSappOlntments IN love
are apt 20 create. She Judged all men by
George Borden who vast The truth were
ra}d-m0re sinned against than SHINING. II
was her own pride that wrecked the happl-
ness IF two lives,
But we are drifting into Renaissance and
losing the thread Of our story.
Miss Polly was wedding her bed OF bright
c1Iored fragrant flowers when she was
startled by a saucy voice from the next
neiLHOOTS yard.
IAN, theTe!' mOckingly.
"Ihe impudent scamp CALCULATED the
spinster. keeping her head down over her
plants and pretending she had not heard
that saucy young man, who evidently had
mistaken her for her young niece.
'Ah, there, pretty! J. came again III low,
persuasive voice.
sTpE if this isn't shamefulP Miss Polly
groaued. trembling with outraged dignity.
- Pretty Polly. won't you speak?" pleaded
a voice that fairly shook, and sounded snTlll
In its apparent mockery.
Atthis insult Miss HarlOwe's tall form
assumed a naughty and dignifed pose.
You had ought to be in better business
insultln your neighb0rs," she answered,
with a wralhful fuger pointed toward a
1.-THE, graceful young man who suddenly
came in view Oh his way to the house.
Beg pardon, madam" he said, Dausing
and raising his hat politely Did you adj
dress met
NO. l didn'lg' retorted the outraged
spinster. An you hadn't better address
me again in that saucy way, eitherU she
added, with a shake Of her head that made
the rufla around the capacious sun-bonnet
culver belligerently.
Il do not understand" returned the young
man. who was exceedingly handsome; and
for this very reason Miss POHy's ire was
strengthened against him as lie stood there
looking so bewIdered and innocent
"Rypocritew she muttered under her
breath, but aloud she said scathingly,
None so dumb as them that wont under
stand"
With this significant remark she sailed
maje,tcal.y up the grayeled walk, her neat
print dress fluttering ike a ship under full
sail. tie long strings Of her apron and
bonnet resembling pennants.
/ never was so lnsulted 10 my lifeI she
cried, as she entered the room where Polite
was demuTely sitting IN low rocker, with
Tetense Of doing some embroidery that
demanded her very careful attention.
She looked in ast0nishment as her aunt de-
livered this angry speech.
who has insulted you, auntle?' she
asked IN surprise.
'That mans TOP Of a nephewP answered
the spjnster.
what mans nephew, auntie?" questions
her pretty niece, innocent Of even the ghost
ola smile.
''Wnat man?' scornfully. "Just as ii
you didn't know. Now, Polite, il l ever
catch you a-nakin' that impudeBt young
mans acquaintance, 1 wont stay here a
day"
'Why. what did he do or say that was so
dreadful? queries Polite, a slightly re-
belI0u5 pout on her pTettily curved mouth.
He mIStOOk me for you, ! suppose,
snapped Miss Harl0we, while Pollie lowered
her saucy face, that was ripping with
smiles.
What did he say, pray?" with charming
nonchaIance, and Just as though her heart
were not beating like a trip-hammer steam
pressure. and her face burning uncomfOrta-
bly,.
II can't repeat the silly things" shortly.
ct shows he's no gentleman to use such
slang!'
Did he use slang?" PollIe demanded
with heightened color, and in a naughty
tone.
Dent you call 'Ah there 2 slang?"
Would he dare to address me in that
way--a perfect stranger, too" the CIR
asked Indignantly.
well, he said it," returned Aunt Polly,
decidedly. IAN il ne meant it for either OF
Us. it was poor taste enough in him."