The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1896-07-02
POLLY AND ]

A roash laoklag msbt ls', pth'p'
a. Wrantsr ~ u. r,srou.ih'r far "a
oustde bust. Go ucfe tbsB borss eh~
not ots LtfIuut a. The hind oi is
lesd cant be hvsd 10 white hid gloves 80
drs. coas ussu't broushi up at
nsuy advantage, aud I'm oulyA btsk
man 90 the Keussrlaef sod Strstoss lint
Old Jones VS. tslliug yoa sboa, me. "a
he. ,iff Red better hold hi. tonsue
Ttefe's more profitable sut !.cts Of o0oye
sati7a thsn | su. But old Jones mem
sell enough. Grd il b, told you to ssk m
hos that stripe Of white hSit came on m.
blsek mGue. sint the msn tc 20 bsck OF
bin Oh. you usednt beg my pardon
sirl don't mind talking about 1t DOW
though the time vas wbsu ! coaldn'
speak Of It without, big lump coming 1t
my throat
We hadn't been married long. Polly aDd
/, when Il happened. Polly wss as trim
.od bright eyed slip OF a girl as ever
YOU'D sish TO see. She was one OF the
as resses 10 the Albany lDucb room; aud
the first time ever set eyes upon her
made up my mind TO make thst girl my
wife. So, vbeu they raised my wages, !
took heart aud asked her il che would
have them with mr. With a wedding ring
/ - 80, 49,
Do you really mean it, J,kt1 said she.
looking me fully in the face, with those
dark blue eyes. that are like stars 10 the
night
do reslly mean it, Polly. said |.
Then. said she. putting both her hands
into mine, III trust you I've no living
relative to advise me. so eau only take
counsel With my heart.
50 we we're msrried rented little
one stofy house, under the bill on the
height that overlooked the Hudson "A
cosey place, with good sized wood pile
a, the rear for winter meant winter 10
those parts. and the snow used to be drlit
ed up even With our doorysrd fence many
aud many q cold gray morning. And
everything went smooth until Polly began
to object to my mates at the White Black
bird, nd the Saturday evenings | spent
sith the boys, after my train was safely
run n the sidetrack at the junction.
Why, Polly, girl. said |, where's the
harm2 man cant live by himself like
an oyster 10 she'll, and social glass
never yet harmed anyone
No, said Polly, not socisl glass, JAKE,
but the balit And if you would put
every five cent piece tbat you spent for liq |
nor into our little Ber,es tiny savings
bank
Pshsw said !. am not a drunksrd,
and never mean TO become one, Aud no
one likes to be preached to by bis wife,
Polly. Remember that, my wife, and
you'll save yourself deal OF trou
tie.
kissed her and went away, but that
was tbe beginning OF the little grave shad
ows that grew upon my Polly's face like
,reepIng fog over the hills. and that be
never got rid OF since.
1t was sore point between us what
he politicians call a vered question.
elt that Polly was always watching me;
md | didn't want to be put 10 leading
trings by a woman. Sol shame to say
t i went TO the White Blackbird oftener
han ever, and | didn't often count the
classes OF beer that drank. and once or
vice, OF particularly cold night, ! let
myself be persuaded into drinking some
hing stronger than beer; and my brain
wasn't the kind that could stand liquid
Ire With mpunity. Aud Polly cried, and
llet my temper. and well. | don't
Ike TO think Of all these things now
hank goodness, there are over and
one
That afternoon. as stood on the back {
lstform OF my car, with my arms folded
nd my eyes fIed on the snowy waste OF
At fields through which the iron track
eem.d to extend itself like black ser
ent, locke my own lie in the face. !
nsde up my mind that bad been behsv
1g Ikea brute.
Whist are those senseess fellows at the
yhite Black bird to me, N uttered Las com
sred With one OF Pollys sweet. bright
,oks? | will give the Who'll, thing up. !
II draw the line just here now. We shall
e a duty early to might III go home
nd sstonish Polly q
Bnt as night fell. the binding drlft OF
reat snow storm came with it, We were 9
elsted by the snow which colleo ed on 9
be rails, and when We reached Esfldsle
here was little girl; who bad been sent /
o 10 the care OF the conductor, uho must |
ait either three or four hours for way
rain 10 the cold aud cherries station, or !
g taken bone scrcsss snowy field by O
ONE one WHO knew the way. :
| thought OF my own little children, III ,
Axe her, said I-spd lifting her up, ! q
sthered my cosre. warm coat sbou, Ter. =
nd started for the long, cold walk un g
er The whispering pines along the edge
I the river.
/ honestly believe she would have iroz
n to death il sbe had been left 10 the
old s,stiou until the way train could call d
,r her. And When bad left her safe IN y
bsrge Of her aunt | "s by the old e
Linhnn iIma uieee th.t IL was ten | u