The Vinita daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1902-1913, 1907-10-19
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SAID. HerndpS he WAS iAe was Aeo
sonable as a treatise on logic, and
calm as a Quaker; strictly honest
even-tempered and perfectly well. All
he needed was better eyesight.
Not that his eyes were weak. Those
clear, blue, serene eyes never fiinched
from any shine of sun or gas. It was
moral eyesight that failed him. lie
never could see beyond his own
shadow
'Why does Jones get SO excited over
his business matters?' MT Brown
would inquire, with mild surprise. a
never do. He really should be more
TRANQUIL" Or, why is Robinson dis
turbed by his political defeatE 40
not allow the inevitable to disturb my
sleep and wear on my system.
No. Good as Mr.. Brown was ne
lacked charity. He never could see
why all the rest of the world could not
be as well-balanced as he was, and ne
blamed the world because it was not.
why he should fall in love with 1T
tie Polly Peabody was problem no
body could solve; but then that klnd
of problem is always difficult. Polly
was a gay, rosy school girl, with
brown curly hair flying all about her
head. dimples of the wickedest sort IN
either cheek, laughing brown eyes
and as much mischief as would nave
furnished two monkeys, parrot ana
a kitten. But she had clear mead
and plenty of penetration, and she was
the pet of all the SCHOOL,
Polly liked him very much, he sent
her such lovely bouquets, so nicely ar
ranged. He disapproyed of candy be-
ing reader of "horrid chemical
books as Polly called them; but he
brought her candied fruits, French
chocolate and rare foreign sweet
meats. some of which, regret to say
she ordered into the kitchen at once,
because they tasted like spiced rnu-
barb
The end Of it all was, however, that
they were married in early September
and went off on the orthodox wedding
tour.
Perhaps 1t was not all perfect bllss
wedding tours are not, always. Jack
would hump his shoulder uneasily
when Polly wanted to rest her head
there. He did not think 1t was prop
er at all. Then she curled down on
his elbow. and he could not be quite
brutal enough to withdraw It from
the beautiful little head, the soft
cheek, the sleepy eyes, that nestled
under his wing so confdingly.
But though she would eat all kinds
of things at hotels, and would NOT be
sick. as he prophesied, and ran
race round the park before Dreaklast
with two little cousins they met there,
Mr.. Brown bore it pretty well; better
than Polly did when Aunt Schuyler
fashionable female with a dash OF
strong-mindednes about her, that
failed dreadfully for want of the need
full mind, said to her one fine morn
ing:
Il quite like your Mr.. Brown, Paul
ina. He appears to be a man Of su-
perior intellect, but he reserves him
self too much. His cerebration is too
occult"
Here Polly giggled and madame
glared at her.
1T is evidently your mission, my
dear. to develop this inner life; to ex-
hibit the soul which now withdraws
itself in solitude. Yes, even you have
a mission"
"Stuf!" laughed the profane Polly
Il never want to have a mission. l
don't believe in missions, Aunt
Nancy" Mrs. Schuyler's name was
Annette. and she was Dutch from be-
fore the flood. Il shall darn his stock
ings If the holes aren't too big, and l
shall brighten up this poky old house,
you may be sure: but as for Jack. he'll
do as he is"
Mrs. Schuyler sighed as Polly rush
ed down the piazza to meet Jack,
glowing with affection and indigna-
ton. and sweeping the dusty floor
with a vast bosom Of musical ruff
fes like the tail of white peacock.
Alas! how little Polly knew that
Mr.. Brown was at the moment think
ing it was his mission to educate her
into his own ways and manners. !
think she would have boxed his ears
then and there could she have read
that orderly brain. But they went
home as Ignorant Of each other as
people usually are after a six months
acquaintance. and began their mutual
life.
Polly was. certainly bewitching. It
was hard for John to find fault with
her. and it was long while before
she saw flaws in her dear old Jack"
But at last he mustered courage.
Polly was a sensitive creature and
came down one rainy autumn morn
ing all cuddled up in a big, soft shawl,
with her nose quite blue.
20 Pussy. do get out of my wayl"
she snapped at the kitten as she stun
bled over it. She did not like the cof-
fee at all. and then the cream jug
/ slipped out of her hand and flooded
I fha cugar howl and she set il down