The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1911-06-20

store reforms the Stage Wien Ao euA 40
actor.
Next morning the horse and phae-
ton were brought out, aud the nephew
logged away for the Jewett home.
You will probably meet with some
rebuffs," said the aunt as he was
ready tosstart.
"Oh, Of course-of course. That's
what the publisher said, but / shall
not be discouraged. II l can get
Polly Jewett's name to lead OF with
l guess I'll be all right"
And as the book canvasser took the
road Miss Polly Jewett finished wash
Ing her hair and was sitting out IN
the sun to dry it. She had hammock
suspended between two trees on the
lawn. and there was sun there IN
plenty. It was doing Its work on ner
hair, and she was lazily swinging TO
and fro, when humble bee came that
way He went around with blum on
each shoulder He espied the girl In
the hammock and alighted to inves-
tigate. He was met with a slap that
knocked him a rod away, but he got
up at the count of nile and came
back. He alighted on Miss Polly's
shoulder, and the wild yell she utter
ed was echoed far and near.
The yell was heard by the book can
vasser, who was just driving up. He
leaped from his vehicle, dashed
through the gate, and headed the girl
on and asked what was the matter.
She continued to scream and point to
her shoulder. The old humble bee
was still lingering about ready for
round No. 2, and Fred understood and
said:
"Ah, he stung you! Well, believe
they use camphor or alcohol or fax
seed poultice in such cases. Your
mother will know. Lucky he didn't
sting you on the nose!"
Miss Polly suddenly ceased her fuss
That is, she suddenly realized that
she had on a dressing sack-that hel
hair was downfall one Of her slip
pers was run over, and that a we'll
dressed and gentlemanly looking
: young man stood before her with 6
smile on his face.
Whom do you wish to see, sir!'
: she sttfly inquired.
This is Miss Polly Jewett?"
1T is, sir!"
Il called to see Miss Polly Jewet
about poetry, but finding her suffer
ing from the fendish conduct of q
gantic humble bee, will delay my er
rand to another time"
| h.
and walked to his vehicle and drov
away The girl stood on the verand
and looked after him for two min
utes, and then turned away with tn
observation:
Il don't think he's a publisher-an
he isn't a poet-and l can't say it.
an idiot, and I'll kill that old bumbl
bee II 1t takes me a week."
Mr.. Wanless drove back home. H
didn't want to hustle the canvassin
business too fast The publisher ha
told him to go slow until he got tn
hang of it.
well, did Miss Jewett subscribe!
asked Aunt Hildreth as her nephe
arrived.
|
stung by a humble bee, and l didn
] introduce the 'Fireside Memories I
I her notice. The publisher said
! hadn't better tackle people wit
i broken arms or legs or other grief
| But you will go again"
i Tomorrow, aunt, but not as
| book canvasser l shall ask for IL
] privilege of protecting Miss Pol
against humble bees all the rest
~ her happy days"
why, Fred, you haven't fallen
love with her!"
~ "Head-over-heels!"
- "And you intend"
ITO court her and to marry her al
then get a job In a stone quarry
:. support her."
= But IL haven't lost my money
- and l wanted you to see Polly and fl
In love with her-and-and-"
And a scheming and loving O
.. aunt, and a nice young man, and
whole lot Of money can accol
-. -. plish much.