Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1893-03-31

the baby-that was me-home to his
wife Ever and ever so many bodies
drifted ashore" said Polly, with lit
tie shudder, land the beautiful lady
among them. Some of the passengers
had seen her with her husband and
baby on board the steamer, bus no one
of the saved people knew their names.
Lots of folks who had friends and rela-
tions on the " Pomerania came on
to Bixport and took the bodies away;
but nobody recognized the beautiful
lady, so Captain Flagg had her buried
here, and this stone put up. There
was ring on her wedding finger, that
/ always wear on n little chain round
my neck, and Polly touched the
front of her simple linen collar, with
Pauline engraved inside, so Captain
Flagg named me the same-that's why
they call me Polly"
Then the beautiful lady was your
mother, and you the little babyT
breathlessly cried Tad.
Polly nodded gravely, and again the
far-away look came into her eyes, as
they rested on the grassy mound at her
feet. But soon the practical side Of
her nature asserted itself.
Come, Tad" she said, rising to her
feet, Its getting pretty near supper
time. and must help Mother Flagg-
she's got doughnuts to fry" So the
two made their way out of the old
church-yard, and entered the home gate
at the same time as Captain Flagg,
who, with n radiant face, was just re-
turning from his interview with Miss
Smith.
You're to 20 over there in the
morning. Tad" said the Captain, aft
er disclosing to him the nature of his
own errand to the house Of the maiden
lady in question, "and if she likes the
cut of your jib she'll hire you on trial
for a spell, at two dollars a week and
board what do YOU say to that?"
For a moment or two Tad could say
nothing whatever; the prospect Of earn
ing such sum at the very onset. fairly
took away his breath. More than n
hundred dollars a year, and board be-
side, Why, it would not be so very
long, at that rate, before he should be
able to buy himself the little home Of
his dreams
"Well. didn't you hear what said /?
pears to me you're dretful deefl' OBJ
served the Captain, little sharply,
thinking perhaps that Tad's silence
arose from a disinclinat;on to accept
the offer which he, Captain Flagg. knew
was a most favorable one.
Who's that ) so dretful deef-Tad?"
interposed familiar voice, before Tad
could frame a reply. The speaker was
no other than Joe Whitney. who, scent
ing the odor OF frying doughnuts in
passing, had come in for n possible
share of the spoils, just in time to hear
his uncle's remark.
'.Deef as a haddock," grumbled the
Captain, irritably, land dumb into the
bargain, anybody'd think; for here I've
as good as got him berth to Miss
Smiths, and he's to 20 over there fust
thing in the morning for kind of over
haulin', but when tell him, he never
so much as SAYS whether he's glad or
sorry-don't say nothin', in fact" And
here, as the Captain paused for breath,
astonished Tad had at last a chance to
explain himself.
Indeed. SIR" exclaimed the boy,
with sparkling eyes and eager speech,
''it's only because that I'm so glad and
so-so-every thing said Tad, unable
to fra ne his gratitude, THAT / can t say
what i want to-
The Captain, who saw his mistake.
was instantly appeased. He patted
Tad on the shoulder in the most friend
ly manner imaginable, and after clear
ing his throat told him in a low tone
that Solomon hit the nail square on the
head when he said that there's Provi-
dence that shapes our ends, refuse them
as much as we've mind TO, and then,
remembering that the small sachel was
still in Tad's possession, he got together
his writing materials, and, with the
help of the business Mans Assistant"
and Every Man His Own Lawyer"
drew up the following notice for publi-
cation: