The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1914-11-26
P0LLY'S THANKSGIVING
How a Little Girl Got a Holiday
All For Her Very Own.

- ly as she was, with her big
~ china blue eyes, that were for
ever seeing something to won
der about, and her round. red cheeks,
that always grew redder when any
body spoke to her, and her crinkly.
faxen hair. that never would stay in
place. Such a queer dumping of
Polly!
All the same, she liked nice things to
eat as well as any one could. and
when once upon time somebody gave
her the measles just in season for
Thanksgiving day she felt dreadful
about it and cried as hard as she knew
how because she couldn't have any
turkey nor pudding nor mince pie for
dinner-nothing at all but oatmeal
Cruel.
But crying didn't help the measles
mite. as, of course, Polly knew IT
wouldn't. But she couldn't have help
ed crying If she wanted to. and she
didn't want to.
Most anybody d cried, I wouldn't
wonder" she said day or two after,
when the measles had begun to go
away again. mot to have mite OF any
Thanksgiving for dinner-not any pie.
not any cranb'ry sauce, not any-oh
de-arw
"Well, WELL" said Polly's mother
laughing. 81 guess we'll have to have
another Thanksgiving day right off,"
"Oh, can WEI" cried Polly. brighten
ing up.
mot unless the governor says So"
answered her father, with a twinkle
THE governor makes Thanksgiving
days. Polyanthus."
Where does he iveT' asked Polly
with an earnestness that was funny
Everybody laughed.
"At the capital" said Polly's Uncle
Ben Davis. do you know where
that ISL"
II guess ! do" said Polly. and she
asked no more questions.
But what do you guess this funny
Polly did? By and by. when she felt
quite like herself again. she borrowed
pencil and paper and shut herself up
In her own little room and wrote a
letter that looked a little queer. It's
true. but still made her wishes known:
DeRe Mister GUNNER will you
Please Make AnoTHeR THANKSGIV-
ING DAY be Caws had THE MEESLEs
the Last One. Polly Pinkham.
Then she folded the letter and put ii
in an envelope and sealed it and took
cents out of her bank for the post
age and ran away as fast as she could
run.
Mr.. Wiley kept the postoff1ce, and
If he himself had been behind the
glass boxes that day don't believe
Polly's letter would ever have gone
out Of Tinkerville. But Mr.. Willey's
niece was there She read the address
on the envelope Polly handed in. and
her eyes danced. 1t looked so funny:
Mister GUNNER. at the CAPITLE.
One or tive questions brought out the
whole story.
1.-The governor shall have your let
ter. Polly" roguish Miss Molly said
as she stamped 1t and postmarked 1t.
And SO be did. for, not quite a week
later. a letter came in the mail for
Polly-a great white letter with pic
ture in one corner that made Polly's
father open his eyes.
"Why. it's the states armsv' said he
What under the SUM-
But | think he suspected. Oh. how
red Polly cheeks were and how hei
small fingers trembled when she tore
open her letter! 1t was printed so that
she could read 1t herself, all but the
long words:
Dear Miss PoIly-Your letter received. /
am very sorry you were so Ill as not to be
able to eat any Thanksgiving dinner. II
was quite too bad ! hereby appoint
special Thanksgiving day for you-next
Thursday, Dec (Which | trust may be
kept with due form. Your friend and
wellwisher. ANDREW COLBURN.
"Oh. oh. ohr' said Polly. hopping on
one foot Twill you. mother? Oh
mother. will you? I wrote to him my
self Oh. I'm so glad"
ibid you everr' cried Polly's moth
er. why. Polly Pink ham" But Pol
ly's father slapped his knee and
laughed.
Good for Governor Colburn! I'll
vote for him as long as he wants a
vote. And Polly shall have a special
Thanksgiving worth telling of, so she
shallr'
And so she did have, the very best
she ever remembered.-A. @. Stoddard
in Youths Companion.
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