The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1904-05-06

der OF II, SAID POlly. Il Know how 1t
should be done.''
you're not so pretty" said Pearson.
disapprovingly. -,
"No!" plaintively.
you're little, and you're brown"
eyes," more plaintively.
'Then, why-why"-ir ritably-"does
everything in mans shape go down be-
fore you?" :.
Il don't know; but" -sorrowfully-
"they do. I-I"-she sighed heavily
"fell the bearded men at breath, ard
the youths that grow between. But
perhaps you aren't familiar with Long,
fellow" Polly was gone, and her low,
hooking laughter drifted back to
Pearson.
In the deep midnight stiffness Pear
son sat by his window to hear a voica
SO remote and sweet as a wind-blown
bell singing, sir7n-like, the words COM
ing family: ard looked at my sweet
little Polly till 1 looked my heart
away" He half smiled, half sighed. The
little Polly had no heart.
The morning wind fluttered his win.
dow blinds, and straight to his bed
side, borne on the joyously dancing
curtains that streamed out like a
brides veil, came Polly's voice, lifting,
sweet: And if ever you missed tho
sunshine" she sang, you'd find it in
Polly's hair"
Some little time later Pearson ran
down the stairs and entered the dining
room with schoolboy swagger. He was
not old; no man was old when Polly
sang for him like that.
That night, when Pearson pulled
| smoke-rings on the side porch and
looked across the barbed wire at Polly
and her followers, who were very,
very gay, he felt like an aged Peri lis
tening at heavens side entrance.
Pearson had closed the door to his
heart and rolled big stone against it,
telling himself he was done with won-
ankind forever, as far back as Polly ,
pinafore days.
Polly came to the barbed wire some
times, but she made no attempt to leap
over it. Always she was. very, very
gay, and after her going Pearson count
ed up his birthdays, ran his fingers
through the hair turning gray on his
! temples, and called himself an old, old
fool.
The twilight hour that Polly leaned
| over the wire to pin rose that had
burned in the coils of her golden hair
on Pearson's coat she sang something
tender and foolish about the rose being
her heart.
"Your heart" Pearson chided; Its
asleep, little child"
Its his heart that Sleeps" said
Polly. 'The little white guest cham
Der that is mine has it's door ajar, but
he won't come in, ever"
Afterwards he crept up to his room
to drop his arms on his desk and his
head on his arms and sat there while
night gathered deep and deeper into
the room.
Pearson stumbled down the stairs,
that echoed to his footsteps, the empty,
lonely stairway over which no WON
ans soft draperies ever trailed, and
out on the porch, there to find Polly on
the top step.
He sank down beside her. "What
becomes of men who hang around the
side entrance of Heaven, strainins
I their ears to catch the music when
they know it is never possible for them
to slip in; what becomes of middle
aged Peris, Polly?"
II don't know" said Polly; "but
know what should become of them
scOrnfully. ''Why doesn't your Peri g1
around to the front? Perhaps she
hasn't any spirit, either, his heroine;
perhaps she sits on the doorstep and
waits, perhaps"
"Polly!"
"He's-he's a wooden Indian" said
Polly. "He lets the girl sit there on
his steps and pretend that she's Look
ing at the stars. He doesn't care. He
thinks she's doll-baby stuffed with
sawdust, that she cares for all the
empty, gay, frivolous things that she
hates; he thinks she likes to be for
ever surrounded by a lot of pink
checked, light-headed boys that bole
her stiff. And all the time she knows
I'm sure don't know how, for he
acts so queer-that he loves her, and
that a little question of arithmetic
troubles him. It doesn't really trouble
her. The arithmetic of the heart ism:
counted by years. He's lonely and sad,
and she can put into his life all that it
has missed, but not unasked, and
sometimes she's wild thinking thinga
over" Polly's voice trailed of into
silence, and she struggled with a sob.
The sob acted as an accolade on
Pearson. It raised him into knight
Grant, bewildered, it's true, but ready
and eager to go to the very ends of the
world, if need be, after this derelict
who had stolen his little chum's hap
piness from her.
He put out his hand and it fell on
Polly's bent head. Polly" he said:
"Polly "-helplessly-"if he were here
beside you--''