La Junta tribune., 1914-05-30

~ laughed nerfily.
There was - rsp,y. - - vo-
nsa sssmsA y - tsytng- lnlIy
TO find sensehing ~ ~ 9L
.Thsrs! Tn 70 Iesve tAs Ill. :
announced Pollyapna - - fa6tnns-
"a the three bowls In rou ~ the
table. Like enoush itu -. 1smh
broth you want to-rorSow. H. do
you do today she ffnist-4 = 20
lite Inquiry.
'.vsry poorly. thank you. I. nur-
INJURED Mrs. Snow. falling 49, Into
her usual HstIess attitude. n Iosi
NV nan this morning. No311o 11ig-
gins next door has begun muG6e les
sons. and her praettsiug ds1vee me
nearly Wild. She Was at le ~ the
morning---every minute! In oars,
don't know uhat shall dos' 4
Polly nodded sympathefScn9v
II know. II IL awful. nsa White
had II once--one Of my LA1tm Aid
erx, you know. She had rheouDqtie
feyer. too. al the ssyne tiues - ktt
couldn't thrash round. 8o0 \ aid
'twouid have been easier u sho could
have. Can you?'
Can What"
Thrash 'round--moye. 700 know
so .as TO change your postttoa 0hen
the music gets too hard 70 stand. =
Mrs. Snow stared little.
why. OF course can move any-
wherein bed she reJoined = little
irritably.
well. you can be glad of that.
then. anyhow. can't your" nodded
Pollyanna. Mrs. White couldn't
You can't thrash when you have the
rheumatic fever-thouEh you want
TO something awful. Mrs. White says
She told me afterwards she reckon
ed she'd gone raying crazy u Il
hadn't been for Mr. white's sister 5
ears-being deaf. so.
''Sister's-ears, What do you
mean"
Pollyanna laughed.
Well. / reckon didn't tell Il al.
and forgot you didn't know Nrs.
White. You see. Miss white was
deaf--awfully deaf: and she came
to visit them and to help take care
OF Mrs. White and the house. We'll.
her understand anything. that after
that. every time the piano ccmmenc-
ed to play across the street, Mr.
White felt so glad she could hear T..
that she didn't mind so much that
she did hear II. cause she couldn't Z
help thinking how awful 'tvould b.
II she was deaf and couldn't hear
anything. like her husbands 0sleY.
iou see. she was playing the game.
too. told her about IT."
"The-game,
''Pollyanna clapped her hands.
There, most forgot: bet I've
thought II up. Mrs. Snow--what you
can be glad about"
Glad about. What do you mean?''
why. ] told you ! would. Doo't
you remember! You asked me 70 tell
you something 10 b. glad about
glad. you know. even though you dld
have to lie here abed all day"
OH scoffed the woman. That?
Yes. I remember that: but didn't
suppose you were In earnest any
more than ] WAS"
''Oh. yes. Was nodded Polly
anna, trtumphantly: '-and I found e.
too. But twas hard. lt's all ~
more fun. though. always. when. :
hard. And will own up. honest %
true. that couldn't think OF any
thing for = while. Then got IT,
Did you. really. Well. What =
~" Mrs. Shows voice was sarcasti-
csiiy polite.
Poilysnna drew long breath
Il thought--how glad you could
be--that other folks weren't like
you--ail sick In bed like this. YOU
know" she announced impressive-
y. N
Mrs. Snow stared. Her eyes were
angry.
well. really" she calculated
then. In not quite an agreeable tone
OF voice.
And now I'll tell you the game. =
proposed Pollyanna. blithely confi-
dent. It'll be- just lovely for you
to play--itii be 40 hard. And there Z
10 much more fun when II II hard.
You see. It's like this" Aud she be-
kan 10 tell OF the missionary bar
rel. the crutches. and the doll that
did not come.
The story was Just finished when
Milly appeared at the door.
Your aunt Il wanting you" Miss
Poliyanna.'' she said with dreary
listiessness. ''she telcphoned down a
TO the Hariows' across the way. She
says you're to hurry-that you've
got some practising to make up be.
fore dark"
Poliyanna rose reluctantly.
"Aii right" che sighed. I'm hur-
ry." suddenly she laughed. II
suppore ought 90 be- glad ~. got
legs to hurry with. hadn't I. Mrs.
snow"
There was no answer. Mrs. Snow :
eyes we're closed. But Miiiy. whose
eyes were wide open with surpri...
saw that there were tears on th.
wasted cheeks.
"Good-by." flung Pollysnna over
her shoulder. a. she reached the
door. I'm awfuily sorry about the
hatr--l wanted 10 do II. hut may.
be can next time,'
One by one the July days passed.
To Pollyanna. they we're happy days,
indeed. She often told her aunt. Joy
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