New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-02-02

noW on on, MS knes Your papa viii be angry
IISiranne VIII be so glad-and mamma"
But It is not for them. but for your father to
nSr this with return to the ugly new look
vI It was too much Tor POry's tenssr heart. NOs
girl who could dare much-shs wept. arr not
to console her. Nu' - VIZ ii'psilea
Il neverr-neyer could have believed you would
| he IS iiIi.. fO''S NY papa does Out tnen
The doctor felt the rebuke.
I am very sorry to hear that he IS 50 IN" no
s rep, very But can't go to him. Polly. IA
oh but y0 n. s1n s pleaded AIDED the ehd with her
and can do anything. You are not III IKE papa"
She guessed insunetiVely that she had struck ths
Poor papa isn't always 'sDonsi0le. I heard
grannie say so-one day.
You don't .7derstand. rnavOurneen. Sick people
bSvs - - trsates s fsrfS ,s S ollSn { Ines.
look at me Ike that ! must just take you hOras
He spoke so decidedly that Polly stood up. Bus
Then mamma and granuis win Just say. .ETs
di 4 care , AId they tni1s y2S . o. ~.
dificulty In the way be said after rising himself
though. you can't 1t is called professional sti-
~%Oh.'. said Polly, suspendins her tears for
moment. IN the curiosity aroused BY two new long
you might explain" she said with dignity. You
always do she added Many a nasty dose she had
taken under the refreshing stimulus OF explanation
Poy's gloves. 1T means that Dr. sheT r would
be very angry II went to see patient OF his Now
lie was sure that had settled It. She sighed
seSr BUT SaIqway there Just under ne gas. %hSS
the Doctor. having ~ his cigarette; was about q
of her visit the Old familiar style O. converse.
aO 49,. " .stat- - &C. 80 sav. -
III DR. Sherwood knew why papa gave you no,
come back ?"
@oh-yes-I daresay" .ouriOusly. But does any
ION. but I dor exclaimed Polly confidently. =
Tisss the chiidr' calculated the doctor, starring
at her and not yet turning down the gas
such terrible thing. | don't IKE e think about
II she put her hand IN bis s.r That's Ira s. why .
did IT, and that It isn't the secret OF your Eso-
The Irish blood rose .hercely.
What do they say b I've ss Speaking to ch.
1T makes no difference he said. sternly. what
SO low that It went out. He furious. All sorts
OF suspicious gathered and sought grounds tn nc
friend~had been listening 70 ISLANDERS. harbortns
t me is an 'f fsu az eaous rrfsabty II vas
abornlnabel Even Polly shared IN his insultsd
And she felt It And It was dark row .s ana 'ss
bad failed and papa W9ad , die a an n000ay
oh you could come-yog could And = t sslsvss
enemy. from resPirator-
a
you know-don't you know
s'Ob Pov do talk seuse'' replied tho doctor
testify as he fUmbled for matches.
$50 / DO" replied Folly much injured. Papa
says" she added. firmly now. that you've kissed
.TSissed-Who?'' Numbered the indignant doctor.
The Barney stOne." soobed Polly You
wouldn'tP'
This was from the recessss OF his great coat. IN
" hich she suddenly envelOped. He. within t.
was shaking with some emotion which 70 Poly was
uncertain until he put her from him ard lit The
gas. Then she her old doctor was back and
roaring with laughter.
You didn'tr' she cried in ecstasy. And youth
come and tell papa SOL
aFaith-he'd enjoy the Joke" said the doctor. And
he reared again. and with zest OF an anticipated
you are coming" said Polly
He stopped down to her, and the brOgue was IN
bis aext words:
I've kissed It. Come along wild ye-"
They had missed her, OF course. But the CHEEKY
voice explained ALL without one word
His very step had music INT
As he the stair
to the room where lay the poor sufferer wnsrs
stood the mother who had smOthered down her
alarm for the last ten minutes.
Mr. Burton heard the stir and the voice, thsn
the words. 10 grannie:
II had to come. hearing he Is so badly. WIN hs
see me. do you Think
The labortng breath came rapidly. The weary
eyes sought the door. eagerly. The step with music
In IL nearer.
You know I'm just hot-bIooded. vils-tempsrsd
Irish haste"
A smile quiyered the poor. pale face. and them
But what it was is only for that other face In
the doorway.
And on he top stair sat Polly. and wsps Tor In.
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