Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1895-08-12

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she wanted to throw my ring at me,
but her hand was warm and the glove
well fitting, so she couldn't get it off
before I had opened fire again."
'Maria," l said, meditatively, to
the grass or the trees, or something
equally impersonal, "Maria is proud
She would not allow man to pay her
attentions while people still con-
nected his name with that of another
girl"
Polly was fairly raging. At the
time she and had become engaged
her people had great deal to say
about my Outrageous Irritation" with
Maria Jones, and 1 had been obliged
to do q great deal of persuading in or
der to convince Polly that Ihad meant
nothing serious. Now, as I said, she
was fairly raging at this mention of
her tender point, and she hissed out,
whirling around in her seat:
swell, she can't allow you to pay
hor attentions for some time to come
Besides"
But here I interrupted her in my
turn; those tears were rolling down
her cheeks now, and L thought this
second quarrel had gone far enough !;
besides, l dind't want her to say any
thing more about having seen me
walking with Maria while waited for
her, carrying the obnoxious parasol
which had prevented Polly from rec
ognizing us, and thus aroused her
wrath.
So broke in:
81 don't want to pay her atten-
tions, you see. I'd rather pay tn am
to you.
"Well, you will never have the
chance to do so again." she snapped,
pretending to wipe the dust from her
face, but really stopping those tears
from falling, ''you shall never do the
least thing for me again.
'Not even carry your parasol?" I
asked, softly, and she grew angry
again.
$50 and carry Maria's parasol p
she calculated, angrily; "she'll be
glad enough to have you, and 1 can
always find some one who wants to
wait on me-"
This was true enough, as we both
knew. She had me there. Some one |!
Yes, indeed, plenty of them! This
reflection sobered me little lin the
JOY of getting the best of the quarrel
l was rather losing my head), and l
said again, softly:
"But l want to do things for you,
Polly"
"Well, you never will again." she
said, and now the tears were in her
voice as we'll as her eyes. "You shall
never do anything for me again"
She spoke more sadly than angrily
now, and felt a little sad myself.
"Never, Polly?" remarked, gent
ly, noticing meanwhile that she was
no longer struggling with her glove.
"Never, Polly? Shall never bring
you flowers any mora and never carry
your gloves while you pin the flowers
at your waist? Shall never tie your
veil for you after we have been at the
lake together? Shall I never turn
over the music while you sing me
'Sweetheart?'
This was the song we both loved,
and the mention affected Polly visibly.
So went on: "And shall 1 never lace
your gloves for you when we are go.
ing to party and wrap your lace
scarf closer around your head anG
throat when we ere coming back, aud
put on your rubbers-and-and kis.
you, Polly?"
There were tears in my own eve!
now, and Polly had given up all at
tempts at concealment and was sobbine
miserably. I laid my hand on hers
she did not draw her own away.
gently squeezed her fingers; she die
the same, more family, to mine. Ther
took courage and leaned over to her
sliding along the seat in order to reach
her, aid put my arm around her.
"Polly," said. possessing myself O
her cobweb of handkerchief, ant
wiping away the tears which were
making her eyes red. "Polly, lett
make up"
"And will you say you're sorry p
she whispered, burrowing her fac,
into my ccatsleeve, and L answered
very quickly:
eyes" said. "I'll say I'm sorry
if you will, Polly"
SO neither of us actually said it an,
ten minutes later, when we were sen
sible again, the young lady remarked
in breath of fervor: "Let's neve
quarrel any more. Pm sure," virtu
ously, 81 never want to quarrel will
you"
"Not even when you talk of poo
Maria setting her cap for me?" in
qnired innocently, and We very near
ly quarreled afresh.
"How unkind you are!" she said
nearly crying again, "to keep bring
ing that up when it's really the frs
time ever started a quarrel !"
Then bright idea came to me an,
I SAID softly: "Polly."
"Well," she said, q little un
graciously and without turning hel
head I've were walking now and sht
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