The herald., 1911-12-14

present Tor MIN.
Yes. Polly" Pswered the young
You had gone to Europe. You had
Just packed up and skated as If the
police were after you. Mother said
she didn't believe you wanted to go
the least little bit, but that your moth
er made you"
Don't talk nonsense, Polly"
"Well, you skated anyhow"
And don't talk slang"
"Skated isn't slang. II means that
you just glided off like a streak of
lightning You had skated, and | was
lonesome, and | was out walking with
poor Flora, when a boy came along
with a big dog. He was tough. So
was his dog. He shouted at me:
Take care of your dog!'
"'Why?' l answered.
"''Cause my dog will chew him
up!r
Il was just going to tell him that
In the camp. when 1t sprang upon
poor Flora and ended her life. l can't
describe my feelings as saw her
breathing her last
Well, don't try to-not If there's
any slang In It."
Why, Hilda, haven't said a slang
word. You know how very, very par
ticular mother is with me. No, l can't
describe my feelings, but l remember
that l went for that boy, tooth and
toe-nail. l hit and scratched and
kicked and bit, and I was doing him
up when"
Polly Sewell!" exclaimed Miss
Hilda In horror.
Now what's happened" Polly
asked. Il told It to papa just this
way, and he patted me on the shout
der and called me good girl. AS
was saying. / was putting in my best
ticks when along came a taxi with a
fat woman in 1t. Maybe she was
clipping, and maybe she only wanted
to get home to lunch. Maybe the
chauffeur yelled 'Hi!' at me, and
maybe he Just wanted to kill another
girl. However 1t was, he ran me
down. Yes, cousin, l was knocked
out"
You mean you lost consciousness"
Gracious. but how ignorant you
are for a girl Of twenty! Nobody can
be knocked out without losing their
consciousness. That's the whole idea
Of It. Yes. was knocked out and
counted out, and when I came to
was In the hospital with three broken
ribs. That fat woman must have
weighed ton. II was hours and
hours before came to, and then-oh,
then"
Then what?"
Then there was the loveliest angel
standing beside my cot in the hos
pital you ever saw. Nobody knew
who was. and they had rung for the
ambulance and taken me to the hos
pital. And. oh. that angel, cousin
that angel"
You mean q nurse, Of course"
II don't. I mean a mana doctor.
He had hold Of my hand. He was
looking down on me with his sad,
sad eyes. l saw at once that he had
some great sorrow on his mind. Yes,
he had the finest eyes-and curly
hair. and handsome nose, and wher
he spoke to me there was pathos in
his voice. And the fun of the whole
thing was that I knew him at once.
while he didn't know me from a side
of sole-leather. Oh, you are interested,
are you?"
Polly, was Just thinking how
frightened you must have been to find
yourself In hospital" said the blush
ing Hilda.
"Oh, see! Well, save your SYM
pathy. A hospital with an angel
doctor to fix up your broken ribs isn't
a half bad place. In fact, l liked It so
we'll that lied to stay there"
Polly Sewell!"
Il sure did. They had gone through
my outfit without finding my address
and had concluded / was a stranger
In the town. When / opened my eyes
and sort O. winked at the angel"
Polly, that's surely slang!"
mo 1t isn't. told papa about It,
and he said things had come to a
pretty pass IL girl with three broken
ribs couldn't wink at the angel-doc-
tor who has set them. When I had
opened my eyes and winked the doc.
tor said:
Little girl. what is your manner
TITS Hanah Jones'
And where do wou live?
At far-off Blackberry Corners"
Polly, you ought to have been sent |
to jail" was the emphatic comment.
But had my little scheme to work,
you see. Papa hunted for five DAYS