Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1893-10-05

"Wcll, / suppose ! can stop Bit"
admitted she. ~ had good luck in
market this morning. Sold all my
spring chickens, and both the pots of
butter and the old lady at the hotel
bought all the tulips and lilies of the
valley, and ordered basket of cut
roses every week. Think of that
"Ive been planting some rose
bushes at the foot of the new garden
said Ericsson, eagerly helping her out
of the wagon. "Oh, by the way,
Polly, ! heard from mother this morn
ing. Speaking of roses, you know,
made me think of mother. She was
always so fond of roses. Mother is
coming here. She wants to live with
us, Polly"
Its going to be just the same,
Polly, isn't it?" pleaded the discom-
fitted swain.
You're taking good deal for
granted, Mr.. Ericsson"
But you'll be willing, Polly, won't
you? You don't know what a dear
old soul mother is?'
'Humphr' said Polly. I've heard
of mothers-in-law. No, Eric, l amt
willing. There"
but, Polly, she has only me,
and"
'Oh, it's all right" said Polly, with
an aggressive toss of the curls. II
can't stay any longer, Mr.. Ericsson
there goes the twelve o'clock whistle
now. | dare say the rooms are all
very nice. | hope they'll suit-your
mother
Once more the young man stood
there looking after the cloud of dust
Al IA - no tul,i rs
"Oh, Mr.. Ericsson, it's dreadful"
cooed soft voice 'And | always
thought Polly Crocker had such an
amiable disposition. | don't see how
she can possibly feel so, when am so
fond of old people"
Eric Ericsson had turned around
with slight start.
sob. don't look so Amazed said
Miss Eveline Dockrill. 81 just stopped
| at the spring for a drink of that de-
! licious water and couldn't help hear
| ing those last words. | should never
! have felt so. | do like old people
! old ladies especially. | hope you've
! planned the very best room in the
! house for your mother; she ought to
! have it.
Eric Ericsson was only human, and
the wiles of this siren who taught the
district school Il few rods down the
glen were too much for him, lie con-
Quoted her all over the new house, ex-
planned the meaning and purpose of
all the improvements, and presently
found himself consulting her about
the best exposure of bay window
for flowers.
"Oh, dote on flowers said Miss
Dockrill. II hope your mother loves
flowers, Mr.. Ericsson. | declare,
feel acquainted with her already"
And the school children never knew
what made Miss Dockrill so late
at her desk when o'clock came.
The fact was that Miss Dockrili de-
tested teaching. and meant 10 settle
herself in life as soon as possible
polly" cried Hannah Croclxcr the
sober, sensible elder sister, you're
not in earnest"
Polly laughed over the kettle oil
meal she was scalding for her young
ducklings.
. "Of course I'm not" said she. g.
only want to see whether Eric Fries
son really is made OF the right metal
A man who would throw over his ole
1 mother for all the girls in creation
he isn't the man for mel
Dut, Iolly, you re pidylnS VIII
edged tools" persisted Hannah.
II shan't cut my fingers"
: I'm not so sure of that. Polly
Ellen Dickson says Eric Is going to Sc
y Miss Doclrill, the school teacher
nearly every day"
: "Well, let him. He can do as h
, pleasesw cried Polly, with crimsonini
checks.
J "Polly, think you're crazyH SAT-
} grave Hannah
} And Polly herself was not alto
4 gether certain that she had don
) wisely. She had meant only to IT,
Eric Ericsson; she had never doubte
! her actual power over him. But no,
D A choking sensation came int
her throat, the tears blinded her eyes
Z Hannah was right, Edged tools wer
. not safe playthings.
9 1t was in the purple dusk of tina
4 aelf-same May afternoon that Fri
3 Ericsson went with n sober face dow
9 the lane that led to the Dockrill farm
= house. AS he stood with the old lioI