The Rich Hill tribune. (Rich Hill, Mo.) 1903-1911, 1907-10-17
JACKS
TRAINING
- nosE TnaaY COOKE


aWfusy good, little Polly PEABODY
said. Perhaps he was. He was rea-
sonaale a. a treatise on logic. and
calm as a Quaker; strictly honest
even-tampered and perfectly well. All
he needed was better eyesight
Not hat his eyes we're weak. Those
clear, blue. serene eyes never finched
from any shine OF sun or gas. Il was
moral eyesight that failed him. He
nevo could see beyond his own
shadow.
why does Jones get so excited over
his business matters7" 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 defeatg ] 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
q ~ WOli-balanced as he was. and he
blamed the world because Il was not
Why he should fall In love with lit
tie Polly Peabody was q problem mo-
body could solve; but then that kind
OF problem Is always difncuit. Polly
was q gay. rosy school girl, with
brown curly hair flying ell about her
head. dimples OF the wickedest sort In
either cheek. laughing brown eyes,
and az much mischief as would have
furnished two monkeys. a parrot and
q kitten. But abe 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 chemical
books" as Polly called them; but he
brought her candied fruits, French
chocolate and rare foreign sweet
meats. some Of which. I regret TO say,
she ordered into the kitchen at once,
because they tasted ike spiced rhu-
barb!
The end OF It all was, however. that
they were married in early September
and went on on the orthodox wedding
tour.
Perhaps it was not all perfect bliss
wedding tours are not always. Jack
would hump his shoulder ~uneaslly
when Polly wanted TO rest her head
there. He did not think II was prop
or at all. Then she eurled down on
his elbow, and he could not be quite
brutal enough to withdraw Il from
the beautiful little head. the soft
cheek, the sleepy eyes, that nestled
under hts wing so conndiDgiy.
But though she would eat all kinds
OF things al 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.
Brown bore Il pretty well; better
than Polly aid when Aunt Schuyler. q
fashionable female with q dash OF
strong-mindedness about her, that
failed d~readfuIly for want Of the need
nul mind. said TO her n fine morn
ing:
Il quite like your Mr.. Brown. Paul.
ina. He appears 70 be a man OF su-
perior intellect. but he reserves him
self too much. His %cerebration Is too
occult"
Here Polly giggied and madame
glared at her.
1T is evidently your mission. my
dear. 20 develop this inner life; TO 4
hibit the soul which withdraws
itself in solitude. Yes. even yQu have
a mission"
"Stuf," laughed the profane Polly.
Il never want I % have a mission. I
don't believe IN missions, Aunt
Nancy" Mrs. schuyler's name was
Annette. and she was Dutch from be-
fore the food. Il shall darn his stock
ings n the holes aren't too big. and I
shall brighten up this poky old house.
you may be sure; bur as for Jack, he'll
do Is he is,"
Mrs. Schuyler sighed as Polly rush
ed down the piazza 10 meet Jack,
glowing with affection and lndigna
tion. and sweeping the dusty floor
with a vast bosom OF musical ruff
hes IKE the tail OF a white peacock.
Alasl how little Polly knew that
Mr.. Brown was al the moment think.
ing Il was his mission 70 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 rs
people usually are after q six months
-ae0uaintance. and began their mutual
life.
Polly was certainly beWitching. II
vas hard for John 10 ind fault with
her. and Il was a long while before
she saw flaws IN her dear old Jack.
But AZ last he mustered courage
Polly va a sensitive creature and
came down one rainy autumn morn
ing al cuddled up IN a big. soft shawl,
with hor nose quite blue.
% Pussy. do get out Of my wayl"
she snspped a. the kitten as she stun.
bled over t. She did not like the cot. Z