The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1909-11-18
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seriousness Of things about her and a
returning sense of her obligation to
others. She tried to answer in her
old, smiling way and to keep her mind
upon what they were saying instead
OF letting it wander away to the past.
Douglas and Mandy were overjoyed
to see the color creeping back to her
cheeks.
She Joined the pastor again In his
visits to the poor. The women OF the
town would often see them passing
and would either whisper to each
other, shrug their shoulders or lift
their eyebrows with smiling ansinua-
tons, but Polly and the pastor were
too much absorbed In each other to
take much notice of what was going
on about them.
They had not gone for their walk
today because Mandy had needed Polly
to help make ready for the social to be
held in the Sunday school room to-
night.
Early in the afternoon Polly had
seen Douglas shut himself up In the
study, and she was sure that he was
writing, so when the village children
stopped in on the way from school for
Mandy's new made cookies she used
her customary trick to get them away.
"Tag; you're itv' she cried and then
dashed out the back door. pursued by
the laughing. screaming youngsters.
Mandy followed the children to the
porch and stood looking after them as
the mad little band scurried about the
back yard, darted in and out among
the trees, then up the side of the wood
ed hill, just beyond the church.
The leaves once more were red and
yellow on the trees, but today the air
was warm and the children were wear
ing their summer dresses. Polly's 1.-the
girlish figure looked almost tall by
comparison with the children about
her. She wore plain. simple gown OF
white. which Mandy had helped her to
make. 1t had been cut ankle length,
for Polly was now seventeen. Her
quaint, old fashioned manner, her seri-
GUS eyes and her trick Of knotting her
heavy brown hair low on her neck
made her seem older.
Mandy waited until the children had
disappeared over the hill. then began
bustling about. looking for the STEP
ladder which Hasty had left under the
vines Of the porch. 1t had been busy
day at the parsonage. A social always
meant perturbation for Mandy. She
called sharply to Hasty as he came
down the path which made short cut
to the village.
"So's youse back. is yo'?" she asked
sarcastically.
"Sure rs back" answered Hasty
good naturally as he sank upon an
empty box that had held some things
for the social and pretended to wipe
the Precipitation from his forehead.
"Massa John done send yo' to de
postoffice two hours ago." said Mandy
as she took the letters and papers from
his hand. give minutes is plenty oh
time for any niger to do dat job"
81 done been detained" Hasty
drawled.
; "Youse always 'tained when dar's
any work a-goin' on" Mandy snapped
at him.
}, "Whar's Miss PollyY Hasty asked,
ignoring Mandy's reference to work.
"Nebber yo' mind bout Miss, Polly
She don't want yo'. Jes' yo' done
fetch that stepladder into de Sunday
school ROOM"
"But wants her" Hasty insisted
'1's been on very 'ticular business
what she ought to know bout"
6DrC;rocc no soonoofo1 haf
kind OBJ business?"
II got to fix de Sunday school room.' u
said Hasty as he perceived her grow.
ing curiosity.
"You come heah, nfggerv' Mandy
called. determined that none Of the
village doings should escape her. "Out