The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1895-03-02

You writing"
It was now her turn. Demurely
hanging her head, she replied,
'sThey were not worth penny. In,
fact, Jack, I was thinking of YOU"
She had gotten the reins back into
her hands. eyes," he remarked,
Il read that joke in the newspaper
column, yesterday" nevertheless
he was not quite as complacent as
formerly. Nov Jack how can
you? You know / never use news
paper jokes. Sir, for pay. get up
from there and help polish this
window" He got up lazily and
took the rag she gave him.
81 thought you were so busy;
how came you here to-day, any
howY "Walked here" laconically.
"What for?" Because / wanted
to-" A silence of about a minute
followed, during which Polly pull
ed down the window between them.
"Say, Polly?" EYES," Polish off
your side. / want to see through"
ut is not quite dry yet" Another
silence; then, "There, I've finished;
hurry up, or will have to come in
there and help you" ooh, nol'
uneasily, sTll have finished in
minute" 'Polly, was it because
you had promised to go walking
with Robert Kay this evening that
you would not go with mew Polly
polished furiously. "Did he tell
youY "No; but some one else did,"
"Who was ity" "Never mind, Just
now. That's not the question"
"What do you want to know for?"
'I'll get at the house that Jack
built after awhile. Was it, Polly?"'
swell, if you must know; yes, it
WAS" rubbing diligently at some
imaginary dust Polly," teasing
ly again, "don't you think you have
rubbed that one particular spot
enough?" 'There," throwing up
the window, 'now let's be comfort
able"
They sat on the window sill and
talked about the affairs of the little
town, Jacks future prospects as a
rising surveyor, and at last Polly
was telling Of how she had had her
fortune told. She was going to be
an old maid, with seventeen cats, q
white rabbit and coon. Jack was
fired with a certain idea. "Say,
Polly; l have had my fortune told,
too. / found out what my wife's
name is going to be-" eff it is not
q secret, l would like to know"
1T is a secret, but I don't mind |
telling You. It is going to be Polly |
Pollock, before / change it and then
it's going to be Mrs. Jack Cunning
ham,"
She slammed down the window |
and turned to fly out of the room |
but unforeseen circumstances will |
happen occasionally. The futurel
Mrs. Jack Cunningham, betraying |
her indignation even to her topmost |
curl, turned to make hasty exit |
and ran up against, not chair, but
the reprehensible Jack himself. |
She had forgotten about the other
window. "Now I've got you,"
which he literally had, due about
IS much to her attempt at hurried
departure as to his desire to shave
her," II can't stand this any long
Or, Polly" determinedly, "Is it yes
Dr. mop Eyes or no, whatY inno-
GENTLY. She had gotten hold of
,ne of his coat buttons and was
twisting it demurely around her
inger. "You know what, Polly.
Answer, yes or no." Eyes or no."
Polly you are torment. I'll take
It yes, directly" and one of his
hands which was holding her by
he shoulder slipped down to her
waist. "Well, what do you want
ne to say?" with n side glance
rom the blue eyes. "Say, 4 love
you, Jack, better than anybody else
n the world. 81 love you, Jack,
better than anybody else in the
vorld,'" she repeated slowly. "And
promise to marry you any time
7ou wish" There was a silence
Turing which the button was near
y twisted from its place. $50 on"
he urged. "'And / promise to
marry you any time you wish,'
more slowly. "There, will that do?'
md she looked up wistfully into
lis face to find her answer. The
'ext hour was not devoted to dis
;ussing the affair of the village, in