The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1919-12-19
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start. her breath came fast ana her
heart beat like little trip hammer.
who's there?" she called again;
this time her voice was steadier. But
there was no answer. Slowly, oh, so
slowly, Polly slipped two pink little
feet out from under the covers, and
without taking her eyes from the door
she felt around on the floor for her
slippers. After moment or two of
vain searching she dropped her eyes
to look for them.
AS she looked away the door opened
swiftly and noiselessly and someone,
or something, was In the room. But
Polly was intent upon finding the slip
pers which had so mysteriously dlsap-
peared. Her curly head and bare,
round arms were half way under the
bed and she was saying to herself:
"Why didn't I snap on that light?"
Now Miss Polly Beckwith Anderson
was not In the least nervous or timid
young lady. She was what her gentle
men acquaintance called "a sport
through and through" and she could
recall many a delightful day spent
breaking" one Of her fathers colts
or at target practice with her two
brothers. But when she heard her
name spoken In q hoarse whisper by
a man In her own room at two o'clock
in the morning her heart stood still for
the space Of q quickly drawn breath.
First, two shoulders clad In pink silk,
then two arms, soft and white, and
last head and face hidden from view
by a dark mass Of curls made their
way slowly and fearfully out from
their recent hiding place.
With a toss Of her head she threw
her hair over her shoulders and lifted
wide, frightened eyes to look into the
face above her. In an instant she was
on her feet, and her eyes, even In the
dark, cleaned with anger.
Robert Anderson, what do you
mean by frightening me like this? An
swer mew
Bob shook with suppressed laughter
as he put his finger to his lips.
"But where have you been, and why
did you come In here and scare me
half to piecesT Polly asked, noticing
that he was still wearing his daytime
attire.
listen here, Polly-o,"-her brother
was serious now and was fumbling In
his inside coat pocket saw Dave
tonight and he asked me to give you
this" With that he handed her note
addressed to up. b. A."
But Polly did not take 1t. She was
staring at him with great light In
her eyes. Finally she whispered:
"You saw David-my DavidT
Eyes, little sister, and he's pretty
lonesome for you, too, guess. He took
me out to the little new cottage he has
built and furnished for you. and, Polly,
it's beauty. There's nothing he's
He asked my advice about
a few things for your own sunshlny
boudoir because, as he expressed 1t, I
was more acquainted with girls
things Dave may make money on
the quality and excellence of his por-
traits, but no portrait he ever painted
will be equal to the one you will make
with the home he has made you for
setting. Why, girl, he pictured you In
every nook and corner; the place
belong to another person in
the world. But here's your note; it's
time for me to retire"
Polly took the note and reached up
to kiss her big brother good night.
"Oh, Bobby, Bobby" she whispered,
VI love him so much, and you under
stand so well! If only father were a
little more like YOU"
Bob stroked her hair.
''Never mind, Polly-o," ne said gen.
tly, hell be all right after it's over.
It's just that he hates to lose his only
When Bob was gone Polly opened
the note and her fingers were trem-,
bling little as she read II. She had
not snapped on the light until Bob left,
and when she did It showed dark, tired |
rings under her beautiful, heavily
fringed eyes. There was sad little
droop to her sweet lips. And yet she
was happier than she had ever been,
FOR she was going to David. Three
long years they had waited for her
father to give his permission to their |
and at last Polly had told |
David that 1t would be wrong to wait |
any longer. se-s =
And now she held David's answer in |
her hand. Through her tears she read:
Come, dear heart. i am waiting, and |
everything is ready for the mistress of |
bur home" There was more, but the |
word come" was all that really mat
tered.
Eyes, David, am coming" she whis-
Dered, and with little sob she threw
her head down on her arms and cried,
Daddy, daddy, must"
For three days Bert Anderson fused |
md fumed because his daughter was
not there to wait on him; he always
lid when she went away to visit.
At last there came day when Mr..
Anderson received a letter written in
polly's own hand. When he finished
reading his face flushed with anger.
"Thunderation !" he blurted out.
Then very slowly he began to review
he years since Polly's mother had
lied. Always It was Polly who COM
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