The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-07-21
Aurora drew herself up.

"Oh, George-bother Georgel He's
nothing but n drug clerk himself.
It's none of his business one way or
the otherl" cried Polly.
''Well, perhaps if you won't men
tion il" said Aurora, timidly. ''One
has ones professional reputation to
maintain, you know"
Stuff" said Polly. doctor Puff
fits good-natured old soul, and l
really think if some one don't rally to
his assistance, he'll get an spoplec.
tic fit"
"And," suggested Miriam, ''since
there's nothing ia the 'Wanteds' to-
day, you might as well be earning a
little in some way, Aurora"
| Doctor Puffit was in the front base
ment of the big fat where the Clymer
sisters dwelt, surrounded by gallon
jars of Rosebud Balm" and noun
tains of bottles. He looked despair
ingly up from this chaos.
"The order goes out on the three
o'clock express" said he, land that
wretch Alphonse, has not been near
me to-day. Twill discharge Alphonse.
| won't put up with his nonsense an
other hour. My dear young lady, you
don't say you will actually help me
Then my business character is saved I!
The Silver Beach hotels will know of
the greatest discovery of the age, and
/ shall vindicate this great prepare
tion-which is not cosmetic nor n
drug, but a marvel J"
Polly went back to her baby, who
was awake now and smiling like a
medieval cherub in an altar painting
"You dlrlingl" said she, with a hug
and kiss Glow any one could go
off and leave you, cannot Oh !"
with sudden stiifening of her rosy
features, $50 you are Dolly Temples
father, are you?" For middle-aged
gentleman stood in the doorway, look
ing questioningly at her. "Well, you
needn't come back here The child's
mothers friends are 10 take her away
at once. And perhaps, If you hadn't
been SO dissipated and neglectful of
poor Mrs. Temple, she might have
been here now. can't help it; some
one ought to tell you what the people
in this house are saying about it. |
don't want to be hard on you," she
added, "but if you were to sign the
pledge, and try-really try to do bet
ter for the future"
II really think that is unnecessary,
interrupted a composed voice, "for !
am already strict temperance man.
You are mistaken, young woman.
am not Sergius Temple, but Mr.. Car
thew, the father of the late Mrs. Tenn
pie. The telegram was delayed, and !
have only just received the summons
to come.
Polly blushed to the very roots of
her curly hair. She had not n word
to say for herself
"Oh, why couldn't / have minded
my own business, thought she. "It's
Just as the girls are always telling me.
My tongue is deal too long"
"Are you the nurse?" lie asked,
sternly.
But the janitress, hurrying mp Mt
this moment, speedily enlightened
HIM as to the exigencies of tho case.
'It's n young lady, sir, said she,
from one of the other apartments,
and what we should have done without
her I'm sure | don't know. The dear
little miss has took TO her so kind"
The sternness of Mr.. Carthow's
bearing abated somewhat.
"She is very good" said he. GAS
have no one to take charge of my
daughters child, / shall be pleased TO
engage her services for the present.
~ know that other woman wasn't
good to her, observed the janitress.
Polly looked at the baby, the baby
held out its little hands, with IN in
distinct, cooling sound, like bird in
the hedges.
"I'll go, said Polly.
"The train leaves IN twenty min
utes, =" said Mr.. Carthew, looking at
his watch.
Polly rushed up stairs for her hat
and shawl She left scribbled note
on the table for her sisters, neither Of
whom was in the room, and with Mr..
Carthew and the baby just caught tho
TRAIN.
d don't know where we are go.
ing" stammered Polly.
"How neglectful OF me not TO have
mentioned it, said Mr.. Carthew. "ro
my country seat at Silver Beach"
"Oh," thought Polly, elf Aurora
only knew He has got country
seat, has he? ] do hope Mrs. Cnrthew
will be good to me. / wonder il there
are any daughters, and if they would
like musical governess? Because il
Miriam could get q place, ] think We
should be perfectly happy"
But she glanced surreptitiously at
Mr.. Carthew's grave, handsome face,
and lacked the courage TO ask any
more questions.
"He must have married very
young" thought she.
A stout lady, in n black silk gown
and white muslin apron, met them on
the steps Of pretty seaside cottage,
with belt OF pine trees in tho rear,
and the curling frinpes OF the Allan