The Newtown bee., 1903-11-13

Mrs Mooney listened half inpatient ly. "it's about thet same city board CT of your'n thet I come to talk. Where is he?"
 "Hiram took him in the blackboard to catch the o'clock train. He took it into his head to go home fer day or so.''
 Mrs Noone y leaned forward and laid one large hand on her hostess knee. "What do you think O thet feller any, how?" she demanded.
 "What do I think of him? Nice ap- bearing feller enough; agreeable an pleasant, pays his board regular in ad. vance O the week. My, but he has stacks O money, owns house on Fifth avenoo, New York; has a nice, tony-lookin' ma and sisters, judgin' from the pictures he shown me, nice
 "But, interrupted the other, would you, Miranda Ann Smith, if you had a darter,--which you never had,-would you want her to git stuck on him?"
 "No, can't say as would. Still Polly is 3 right nice gal and would make man good wife, and it may be thet is jest what thet feller is after."
 sWall, I don't take no chances. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. There's Luke Perkins, steady an true as steel, an his farm an new house, an jest as determined to nave Polly as ever was. An reallyI think Polly leans towards him, but doesn't quite know her own mind. Now you an I, Miranda Ann Smith, have got to show her. We're a-goin' to New York City to-morrer, an Polly's a-goin, too."
 Mrs Smith sat up with gasp" Good lands sake, Mrs Mooney, air you be- reft O. your seven senses? To-morrer's Labor day in the first place, an what about the picnic we've planned fer so long?' An even if it warn't fer thet, Eve never been to New York City or you nuther."
 "But we're a-goin' now, have an idee an' your a-goin' to help me carry it out. This mans been boardin' a t your house, an you're bit responsible. I reckon the picnic won't fall through if we three ain't there, Joshua can take the children along an the victuals. As fer US, we'll have picnic enough I guess, to last us fer some time. Now this is my idee, Miranda Ann Smith, We'll take an early start to-morrer mornin.' There's to be a big parade in New York City. see that in, the papers-a Labor day parade. Mebbe it goes up Fifth avenue Anyhow, we do." .....
 Ut takes four hours to go to New York by train, Mrs Mooney" 'Let it take seven don't care. I'll pay the fares. We'll leave here at 8, and get there at noon, We'll git to that feller's house in time to stay as long as we keer to, reckon. We will say thet, havin' never been to New York, we come instid O. tending the picnic, an knowin' he lived on Fifth avenoo, we thought thet would be a good place to see the paradep"
 "But, Mrs Mooney, I declare I don't see what it is all about. What are we a-goin fer, an how is it a-goin to show Polly her own feelins towards him or or Luke Perkins? Thet's what can't make out.''
 "Wall, you air thick" Mrs Mooney rose and carefully smoothed her black silk apron. "We're honest folks, Mir anda, you an Itbut we're not city folks an we're not like city folks. Our ways air diff'rent, our clothes air diff'rent, our speech is diff'rent. That feller thinks my Polly is purity little play thing. When he sees her with his ma an sisters, she'll show up so different from the m she won't stand much show. You'll see. Oh, I know," contempt uously, tiff he was man an loved her, he'd love her jest the same. but he $ not a man an he doesn't love her an he'll see, an Polly'll see. It won't be fun fer her, but it will bring her to her senses. Now I shant say a word to Polly, only that we're a-goin' to New York to see the Labor-day parade. The rest will turn out natural enough. You leave it to me. Joshua will take us to the station in the two-seater. And, Miranda Ann Smith, as you haven't darter O your own an wisht you had, don't fail me now.''
 And turning on her heel, the visitor departed as she had come,-grim and resolute.
 The great carved door swung open and the backed footman conduct ed them into the white and gold recep- tion room. MT Curtis was out, but would return in less than an hour
 Mrs Smith, hot and tired from her journey, sank into the recesses of a white satin divan, and then gasped with horror as she wondered how she should extricate her two hundred and odd pounds from it. She was dressed in her best black satin, which with her brown mantilla, was none too cool. Her purple bonnet was awry. She was anxious and uncomfortable and hearti- ly wished that she had gone with Hi ram to the picnic.
 ]; Mrs Mooney, prim and eager, sat on the edge of a straight backed chair, wondering if it was real gold. And Polly, pretty little Polly, who was the cause ot their coming, forgot the dis comfort of her tight Sunday boots as she gazed about the beautiful room So this was his home! She had never read or dreamed of anything so mag