The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-11-23
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Mr.*Brown was very good man
lawfully good;,'' little#SPolly Peabody
said. Perhaps he was. He was rea-
| sonable as a treatise on: logic, and
calm as a Quaker; strictly honest.
Ieven-tempered and perfectly well: All
be needed was better eyesight. -
Not that his eyes were weak. Those
clear, blue, serene eyes never tlinched
from any shine Of sun n#or1gas:: It was
moral eyesight that failed him: He
never could see beyoHd his own
SHADOW -~,*a7s*s 81 fs-z.
why does Jones get so excited over
his business matters?" Mr.. Brown
would inquire, with mild surprise. Il
never do. He really should >be more
tranquil" Or, why is Robinson dis
turbed by his political defeat? do
not allow the inevitable to disturb my,
sleep and wear on my system
No. Good as Mr.. Brown was, he
lacked charity. He never could see
why all the rest of the world could not
be as well-balanced as he was, and he
blamed the world because it was not
Why he should fall in love with lit
tie Polly Peabody was problem no"
body could solve; but then that kind
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 have
furnished two monkeys, a parrot and
a kitten. But she had a clear head
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 disapproved OF candy, be-
ing a reader of "horrid chemlcal
books,' as Polly called them; but he
brought her candied fruits, French
chocolate and rare foreign sweet
meats, some of which, L regret to say,
she ordered into the kitchen at once,
because they tasted like spiced rhu-
barb!
The end of it all was, however, that
they were married in, early september
and went off on the orthodox wedding
tour.
Perhaps it was not all perfect bliss
wedding tours are not always. Jack
would hump his shoulder: uneasily,
when Polly wanted to rest her head
there. He did not think. it 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, .confidingly.:
But though she would eat all kinds
of things at hotels, and would. not be
sick, as he prophesied, and ran a
race round the park before breakfast
with two little cousins they met there,
Mr.. Brown bore it pretty we'll; better
than Polly did when Aunt Schuyler, a
fashionable female with a dash Y of
strong g-mindedness :. about her, that
failed dreadfully for want Of the need
full mind. said to her one fine morn
ing: IN rs: & ..z. s. S. 5z
IT 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" - :. . ..sy. a =..s== 9S
Here Polly giggled and madame
zglared at her, s===z. - z~ :s Lit
It is evidently your. mission, my
dear, to develop this inner life to- ex-
zhibit the soul which. now WithdraWs
itself - solitude es, even you have
a mission. SO. SIS
Stun laughed the profane Polly.
81 Is never g,want tp have mission