Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-01-16

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The freight 1ickered and fell along
the wall in glancing rays. that conferred
upon Miss Pollys down-bent head and
The crumpled mass of paper in her tight
" clinched hands.
To the world at large 1t mattered lit
tie that Edmund Garrett announced his
marriage to Louise Lotion; but to the
woman who had cast her contemporaries
on the altar of his ambition, it was final
itX.
The fire died down. but Miss Polly did
not notice that. She was far away IN
the byways Of dead years. and the way
was dark. Long ago one voice had said:
..Nait. sweetheart, till the tide comes In
f,cm the Fortunate Isles" The tide
came in, but the ship that rode it's crest
was not for her.
The room grew chill. Gyp, the fox ter
rinr, came and thrust his cold nose
against her hands Gyp was not
stl anger to surprises, but the dark ana
cold were new to him, and he Struggled
still closer. Suddenly Miss Polly arose,
lit the gas and replenished the fire. Gyp
Wagged his approval. This was IN MS
limit of things understood, but 1t went
beyond and when Miss Polly deliberate
ly took her seat in front of the mirror.
scrutinizing each feature as if 1t were
a face seen for the first time. Masses or
fluffy hair drawn severely from the pale
oval of a wistful face, lit by the clear,
gray of the black-fringed eyes-a face
ir witch youth had died: as yet untOuch-
ed by age. A long time those two gazed
at one another, Miss Polly, and the
weary woman that fronted her: then
Gyp beheld transformation. Across
the sweet curve of the patient mouth
there grew a hard. tense line, and new
fire leapt into the tired eyes. Miss Polly
left the room, returning with small
box: this She placed near the mirror then
turned to the curious little black trunk
that Gyp knew contained her treasures.
Cyp sat and looked puzzled as Miss Polly
dragged it over to the crate. One by
one they We're thrust into the glow OF
the flames A dainty silken gown, re-
dclent with the sweetness of long dead
roses a broken fan, letters-ah, so many
and a picture that was held face down
and Gyp struggled still closer, as a faint
ultdil CdIllt IIOiI MISS IOlly NIltt
lips. 1t crumpled into ashes. and with
quick movement. Miss Polly rolled the
little trunk back to it's place, empty
and resumed her. seat before the mirror
With deft fingers she loosened. brushed
and wound the shining mass into pictur.
esque disorder. Then-shades of the
standards that We're! Miss Polly ap
Piled the contents of that small box; ant
Gyp knew that the laughing girl in thu
picture below the stairs was really hi.
Miss Polly.
In the days that followed there camt
revolution into his small life. HI
was actually left to the care of Bridget
while Miss Polly only came and went
attended by a small army of womel
with bundles. No more quiet evenings
but tumult of making ready-for wha
he could not tell; yet Miss Polly moved
through it all. quiet and determined un
needing the protests of an excited fami
~, that clamored for an explanation.
1t was a very disgruntled household
that a week later waved it's goodbye
to the carriage that bore Gyp and hi
mistress aWay--away to the far south
EN- town. Gyp sat perfectly still, an
eyed her new suit case with becomin
gravity. Clearly there was somethin
in all this-something his doggish brai
could not fathom. Then came horribl
time in the baggage car with mar
whose familiarity he treated with well
bred contempt.
At last he heard Miss Polly's voic
but it was that girl in the picture the
came down the platform. and his Mis-
Polly was not there at all. He neve
found her: but 1.-The girl in the picture
claimed him, and they drove away to
big house. where another girl came o,
and called her darling Marian" 1t We
all very puzzling to a small doggie; b,
very pleasant, for the "girl'' took hi
for long walks down the sands where
lay in the sunshine and listened to Mi!
Polly's voice although he never cou
find her.
The "girl' came and went, as Mi
Polly had never done. One night IL
maid forgot to put him to bed, and
Icy on his cushion for long time in II
dim-lit room. The door opened. al
the girl came in. Gyp was almo
afraid of her-and yet. she was .ve1
lovely, in the glistan OF the viii
gown slipping down from her shou
ders, and the bright things in her ha
Then the other girl came in.
MdIldl, ulu IOu tdlh WIFI
Ga,"ett?"
"Yes-that is-well: we We're not t
gether more than a minute"
He is very brilliant; but his wi
light" said Margaret.
''Who was she?"
''Who? Well, simply a nobody wi
an unlimited bank account. They a
new people. War contracts, I believ,
The grip laughed. She alwa
laughed nova laugh like cold l
tie bells. that made Gyp shiver. F
Miss Polly had never laughed like TIL
These new people are your pet ave
sion. my Margaret: but the world, Q
Ncrld, gladly accepts that bank accOu
in lieu of a grandfather"
Marian" the other girl had gro,
earnest, there are things that ha
died: but do not trample too hard up