Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-11-09

for that. The only thing I hate about
the whole business Is that your Aunt
Peg Is such a blamed bad cook Any.
way, you'd better ask her to come"
Aunt Peg came and Polly went with
enough money to keep her ten years
In Stolway, but by compression and
stinting 1t might stretch for six months
in New York
Tom had been studying law-odd
hours out Of the store and at nights
for period Of three years. About the
time Polly went away, he passed his
examinations at the bar. But he
couldn't afford to give up the store
work and starve on law in Stolway.
Three months after Aunt Peggy had
been cooking bad meals for Mr..
Brown, third cousin Of the Waiter.
sons In New York told Tim that hs
had splendid opening for him there.
So Tom babe his mother goodby and
went to the city of skyscrapers.
One night Polly, feeling particularly
blue and lonely in her ugly little room,
desired to take walk down Broadway
contrary to the good advice Of her one
or two friends in town. But the win.
dows fascinated her and made her for.
get that she was poor and lonely.
Tom, rather new to town, decided
the same evening to walk up Broad.
way
They met at Herald Square, looked
fairly into each others faces and then
quickly away. In all the immense
desert OF New York they avoided this
little oasis OF friendship. But Tom
Remembered the egg and the cat and
the roof, and Polly the seeds and tho
doE and the chickens. He wandered
up to Forty-second street. she down to
lTwonty-third.
Polly +-rned. So did Tom. Polly
stopped 70 look into a window.
Some one said, Hello, grille, nice
night" in strange masculine voice
and linked his arm Familiarity through
hers. ~
Polly shrank back frightened. Then
she suddenly saw Tom rushing at her
tormentor like thunderbolt and
swing his right fist under the mans
neither jaw.
Come with me, Polly!" cried he az
the man staggered back. I'll take
you home If you don't hate me too
everlastingly much to let me walk be-
side you"
"oh, Tom! I never meant to do it.
It slipped truly. The egg, l mean
you proud little thing! And you
let me think you meant It,! Then I'm
sorry about everything. I've ever done.
I've been nasty brute and am heart
lily ashamed Of myself. But ! hope
I'm man now. The world makes one
We all need to get out and be shaken
up little.
Indeed, yes!" agreed Polly, and,
later, when they had reached her steps
and Tom leaving, she asked: Won't
you come to see me, Tom? I'm afraid
we can't talk over the good old times
at home, but we can babble at least
about future prospects. We have that
In common, although mine are not as
rosy as had expected ,t..as.
Tom promised eagerly Polly
Browns the prettiest girl I've seen in
New York." was his comment to him.
self going home. II shall certainly try
to make up for lost time while she Is
here. What a fool I've been all these
years." Then whimiscs Il wonder
/ what mother would say. IA
But he need not have worried, for
Polly got this letter the next morning
from her father:
Dear Daughter: Aunt Peg got sick
and went home last week. Widow
Watterson took pity on lonely old
man and sent in the finest things to
eat you ever tasted. OF course l had
to take the dishes back. and fixed
broken water pipe for her She's a
fine woman, Polly. It's terrible how
I've misjudged her all this time. Hope
you are well.
Your Loving Father.
up S.-Widow Watterson promised
A 4 - ~ wv
me joy, POLLY"