The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1901-12-13
he Postscript.

That old Bob Robbins should have
had as lovely niece as Polly Whipple
is one of those curious facts explicable
only on some hidden principle Of unfit
ness of things. He had kind word
for nobody, not even for Polly, to
whom, It was said, he intended to leave
his money whenever death should force
him to let go his hold on It. provided al
ways she did nothing meanwhile to
make him change his mind.
Polly's PROJECTIONS had early led me
captive. don't think-and It's sub
ject on which have repeatedly put
myself through rigid course Of self
examination-I don't think her pecuni-
airy prospects had the least to do with
the state Of my feelings. which 1 was
more than once on the point Of declar-
ing to her, but she would always stop
me by saying, "You must speak to I'm
Gle Bob first"
Hes in the library now," she said
one day. "You might go in and talk
with him at once"
Go in and talk with him! l should as
soon have thought of interviewing
royal Bengal tiger in his native jungle!
Couldn't you speak to HING" hint
ed.
Not for the world" cried Polly,
turning pale at the bare idea.
THANK heaven, he can't live al
ways" l calculated. vexed beyond en-
durance.
whats that you say?" Numbered
the Infatuated uncle, opening the door
In time to catch my last words. Get
out of my house, you puppy, and while
live see that you never enter 1t
again.
The thing got wind, and to escape the
general laugh that followed l changed
my abode to n distant city. There was
no use staying to be jeered at. My
hopes were dashed.
In time l mustered courage to open q
correspondence with Polly. 1 didn't
speak openly OF love, and Of course she
didn't. But we wrote each other all
the news. Such dear, delightful. ram
bling letters as used to get from her
30 full of gossip and with such artless
slips In photography and syntax.
One of them was handed me al
breakfast one morning. I stopped tc
open and read 1t.
"HuzZaw l exclaimed as / reached
the end springing up, upsetting my
coffee and scalding the leg of the mex
boarder. Don't blame me, render. I'm
der similar circumstances you would
probably have done the same.
"P. S.-Uncle Bob's Dead" were tn
concluding words of the letter.
To dispose Of so serious a matter s.
briefly l might have been thought
little unfeeling, but who could car
y u
then in View Of future possibilities thu
unexpectedly opened to Polly and my
self she may have felt dclicacy in en-
larging on the subject
/ think should have repeated m:
"I1uzZa" to the extent Of three time
three If the scalded boardcr hadn'
brought me to myself by calling me
fool l restrained the further e1
preston of my feelings and retired 70
reflection.
How should have enjoyed being i
the old follows funeral" ! was wicke
enough to say TO myself and l couldn
help smiling ut the thought of Dr. Me
lowtonp (undvr whose ministrations oil
Bob had often slept before) portrayin
in dulcet accents the imaginary virtue
of the dead.
suagc her sorrow. | set out, determine
to press the suit to which there w1
now no impeachment. y day by ra
brought me to her and my native plac
] hurried to the house, now doubles
her own, where we last parted. 1t W;
plain Der grief had lost its edge, for ;
l approached l heard the sound of nj
sic within entered without cerem
ny aps-ffound Polly at the piano in
dress anything but mournful, playl1
an air anything but dirgeful.
The sight of me startled her.
go! go! for heavens sake she
clatmed, low ring her voice to "h'
per.
mot until have laid bare my hear'
replied, falling on one knee IN
most approved style
whats the jackanapes up TO nov
roared a voice behind me which
boped was forever hushed in death.
Thought / told you never to shOS
self here again while l liv.ss
IL thought LnTG