Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-10

whole weeks waiting to know whether or not was going to accept yeG7 .nvi- tation, and g whole year doubting-"
 And all the time, Polly Lee," said I, putting down my cigarette and gazing at her responsibility, you had. your mind made up!" = r Yes" said Polly. smiling at the ex- cited cat through haff-closed lids, "but a lady's favors are like the worsted ball s only valuable when hard to get"
 'Nonsense!" said I. "I once knew a girl who hid her light under bushel, and now she's 40, and is still paying her own gas btll.'' ..-.
 Polly looked at me through dropping lashes. Y
 'sI didn't hide the worsted ball under the sofa pillow she said, softly. 'Tt isn't necessary to wear brown crash skirts instead of chiffon rufles, nor common-sense heels instead of French ones, nor to forget to curl your hair or powder your nose in order to prove your indifference to 8 man.. It isn't the kind Of indifference that makes woman yawn in a mans face that fascinates him, but the kind which takes her out occasionally on the evenings when she knows he will call; the kind that is born of an interest in something or some body else beside the mar; the kind that never d1scourages him, but always keeps him doubting; the kind that the fisher man practices when he baits his hook and then let's the line hang Imply and apparently unnoticed at his side: the kind-'' .:. -"| ',
 Look out, Polly!" exclaimed. as the playful kitten crouched for 8 spring.
 l was perfectly prepared" said she as he landed full tilt in the very midst of @ sea of chiffon ruff1es Dear old fel- low! How he loves ruff1es!" s- That's masculine, at any rate," said I.
 And sugar. said Polly, picking a vii olet bonbon out of the box I had brought, and feeding it to the brute.
 Maybe he'd like green one, too" said l. fishing out pistachio cream.
 No, not" cried Polly. Not any more. He has had quite enough" ...
 Why?" said I. He's got nine lives" F But only one stomach" said Polly. Besides, like everything else mascu- line, he is more difficult to hold than to catch. Now, If should feed him too much sugar" ..s... '. 'Or rub his fur the wrong way" i broke in. .. ..; .'.. .
 'Or hold him too tight"
 Or nag him." '. e.
 Why, he'd simply go scudding off up- stairs to Aunt Agatha @
 "As g. fellow goes scudding of to- more attractive ruf1es, agreed.
 Naughty Tommy" said Polly, shak- ing her finger at the cat, who was sniff- ing gwistfully at the candy box, "why won't you be satisfied? One is enough for you" 4s& .s:"I <
 One would be enough for me-" said. softly getting up from the armchair and going over to the divan; "just one.'. "Sh! !" said Polly. Go away You're frightening him" -@< And I wouldn't beg for any more." I pleaded, sitting down as near Polly as the cat would permit me. y | F%''Don't! "f exclaimed Polly, "you mustn't. t." = .,, . &1 reached over and smoothed the cat. | 'Nevs.. mind, old fellow" said I; she's only pulling the bail of worsted away from us"
 a'Mr., Heavyfeather!''
 And she'll give us both the sugar. after awhile" . %
 MT. Heavyfeather, will you kindly go away while have this cat in my lap?"
 And if T do,' said I, when he gets tired of you, can I-''
 "Yes," said Polly. Now go!'' +.
 'sM-e-o-w!" yelled the cat, springing to the floor. ga &sssr | T caught Polly and the scarlet pillow In bundle.
 But" said Polly, five minutes later, as she strengthened out the sofa pillow and smoothed the crumpted chiffon rufles, T would like to know what made that ungrateful cat run away" 3 <. Perhaps" said I, reaching for my hat, you gave him too much sugar.
 What. One lump?" said Polly, scornfully. .'Or perhaps you rubbed his fur the wrong way"
 ''Neyer!" said Polly, with perfect as- surance. ! .-.." Then perhaps" said I, opening the front door. and stepping out upon the pi- azza, 'I pulled his stail."-Washingto Post. ..