Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1914-03-19

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of a great fire down on the east side.
and Polly guessed at once that her
doctor was down there.
The thought did not bring any
warmth of feeling just then. She felt
angry with him and jealous of his
poor people. who always stood be-
tween them.
Polly's bright spirits tagged. She
was looking lovely in her simple white
satin gown, with the string Of pink
pearls about her throat and one Of
Franks pink roses tucked in her dark
hair.
Other suitors might whisper how
charming she appeared; other girls
might regard her with envy; even her
parents might tell her that never had
she looked so nice. Polly yearned for
the quick light of appreciation in Dr..
Franks eyes.
When the guests had all departed
and Polly had kissed her father and
mother and assured them that she had
had the loveliest time of her life she
was left alone in the great drawing
room.
On every side gold framed mirrors
repeated the reflection of her charm
ing person until she appeared to be the
center Of a bevy of lovely girls gown
ed in white satin and wearing pink
pearls.
But he didn't come" whispered
Polly to herself with quivering lips.
HE didn't care enough. He would
rather go to his poor people. l don't
believe he cares for pink pearls or any
other kind of jewels. He seems to
like just people. l suppose he would
like me just as we'll if I wore pink
glass beads"
1t was a very thoughtful Polly that
lay awake with wide eyes the next
morning. She wondered what was the
need Of these poor people that they
had such a hold upon Frank Mills.
They were confessedly poor. but her
father could help them. He gave thou
sands to help the poor. Just then there
came half forgotten words to Polly's
recollection:
II was sick and in prison. and We
comforted me not"
Polly sat up in bed.
1T is the personal touch that helps
almost as much as the money. If we
don't visit them how ar we know
their needs? DR.. Frank knows their
sufferings. and it is breaking his heart
because he cannot help them. He
does the best he can. But what am I
doing?"
With this question Polly Newton
hoped out Of bed and dressed in a
whirl Of enthusiasm.
After breakfast she found her father
alone in his study.
Father. dear, l just love the pink
pearls, and l know 1 chose them for
my birthday. but do you care if l sell
them and do something else with the
money!"
Mr.. Newton looked at her blushing
downcast face, on which was its first
troubled expression, and bis indulgent
heart took fire at once.
what is it, Polly, girl? Keep your
pearls and let me write a check for
whatever you want He dipped Il pen
in the ink.
Polly's fingers covered his. NO,
father; it's something | want to do
with the pink pearls. | want to sacri-
fee them for something. You don't
care?"
Not in the least, darling. | only
want you to be happy"
II am so grateful. father, dear" and
Polly kissed him soberly and went
away.
That afternoon found her at DR..
Mills shabby office. He came radiant
~ to meet her, looking tired about the
eyes and drawn about the mouth. but
glad-glad to see her.
Polly sat down in q worn old chair
and looked contentedly around at the
book lined walls and the desk Uttered
with papers. index files. boxes and bot
ties.
ut smells awfully druggy." She
Wrlnkled her pretty nose at him; then,
as if suddenly re%collecting her errand,
Polly drew out q leather case and laid
it on the cluttered desk.
please give those to your poor peo-
pie" she said gravely.
Miss Newton Polly ! can't. 1t is
sweet OF you. but they are yours and
Polly's hand went out in an appeal.
ing gesture.
All. please. please. Dr.. Frank.
never knew before. and I've been think.
ing a lot about it. Won't YOU show
me how to feel just as you do toward
them? | am missing something out OF
life. something more than pearls
A glad light came into the doctors
eyes. His first impulse was to give
the jewels back to her. for he knew
their great value. and he knew that
they gave Polly happiness, and he
loved her. His second impulse was tc
drop the case into the inner pocket OF
his coat.
Il cannot thank you for this gener
GUS gift. Polly" he said gravely. "but
will it make you happy to know thai