The Minneapolis journal., 1902-07-07

l looked at the addresses.
This said l. '.is to Harold Brown, and
you know perfectly well that shall ask at
least ten for it,
Two she bargained
Ten" repeated firmly
she shook her head :It's positively',-
when Polly says positively that way there's
an end of tits positively not worth mora
than Ave." 80 - -, - -
very well,'' said I hastily, t.welI cali II
on at hve. suppose it's all right for you to
be writing to Harold Brown like this
"Silly!' she cried. t.Of course it Ia. I'm
thanking him for some flowers
felt unhappy, and I'm sure I looked IL.
for Polly laughed. ~s e.
Now, you,'' she said thoughtfully.
h. maven sent me any flowers for at least q
week"
took up the other letter.
Polly! said l. "He was the man, wssn's
he?"
Yes she nodded-'before you came"
Really protested.
He is sailing for Europe Tomorrow said
Polly, "and-this is good-by.'
| She was looking out of the window with
| a farawayness in her eyes. Polly's eyes wera
like deep, deep lakes, fringed round with
wonderful things. When you were saying
something and she looked up at you unex-
pectedly, you promptly forgot what it was
all about and fell in. Then you tried to
Chamber out, holding on to the fringe On the
edge, and the more you tried the more hope
less it grew. But somehow you didn't at all
mind drowning this way.
twenty-five for this one,'' / demanded
suddenly.
She laughed. We came to terms on ten.
Then held out my arms to her.
Polly's eyes instantly began to bubble with
mischief. She slipped out OF the roora and
only blew me kiss from the doorway US she
disappeared.
II didn't say when,' she cried. 81 didn't
say when I'd pay
1 confess I was in temper-it may have
been the day. Deliberately took the two
letters out of my pocket, laid them back on
Pollys desk, went out under the trees whera
my horse was standing and drove off in the
little red-wheeled runabout-not so much as
glance behind me at the crisp, white cur
tains where knew Polly must be peeping.
Thick hedges of wild roses and honeysuckle,
brimming with sweetness, ran on both sides
of the lane. The warm air was noisy with
humming bees.
I drove quietly along the dusty road, flick
ing the trees with my whip and wondering
Suddenly my horse stopped short.
Good morning. said Polly's voice calmly,
''It is hot day, isn't it?''
She was leaning over the honeysuckIs
hedge, hatless, her hair shining in the sun
Her face was little lushed-I think may
be she had been running. Goodness knows
how she got there even then. But 1t is the
angels secret how they use their wings
looked at her sternly without speaking.
do you know" she went on, 'you drove
away and forgot my letters?" She broke of
and looked at me critically, with her head On
one side. why, I do believe she cried to
the bees, II do believe the mans angry with
me! He didn't forget my letters at all. He
left them on purpose!"
"Did you forget anything?' said severely.
mo-" she answered cheerfully; that ID
! the reason I'm here 1t was fifteen"
I smiled, but don't think she saw 1t.
you'll have to come through the hedge"
I said. discouragingly.
There's a gate,'' she answered. And she
was in the road.
And climb into the runabout," I cried.
There's STEP she laughed.
"Son1ebody may see u.s. I objected.
And what if they do?'' said Polly as she
put her arms around my neck, and her big
blue eyes were close to mine. I saw tears
trembling in them. ~4- - .. -a..-,-.-...
g, Polly; said J., when I had forgiyeug her.
II shall have to drive you home
Yes said Polly comfortably. 'and stay
to luncheon
And then take the letters into town." I
added
Both the letters!" said Polly.