The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 3, 1917, Page 4

STAR—SATURDAY, FEB. 3, 1917. The Seattle Star *4 at Gentil, Wash. Postoffice as second-class matter Aty, ome Foar, 03.00) 1.00; She per month up to @ mes By carrier, of @ month MORE THAN 60,000 COPIES SOLD DAILY A Week! BY JULIET Ww. T CO (Continued From Our Laet lesue) | “IL don't know,” Polly hesitated | “Do you mean children?” | “LT mean anybody that you would like to honor with a gift. Suppose you begin with Miss Price-—Miss Lucy Price.” | “Oh, I'd love tot I got?” “Plenty of things to choone from-books and jewelry and all sorts of knick-knacks, Desides pret- lty bite to wear.” “I think she'd Iike a new hand bag,” ventured Polly, “Hers ts so gray and abby. Would tt cost too much “No, indeed! laughed Mra. Joce lyn, “You shall buy the very pret jtlest one we can find, But before I forget it, I must see about some thing else, I want your picture, and I know your hospital friends would like it, too, Wait a minute, | ang I'll ¢all up Fisher, and secure an’appointment for this afternoon if possible.” She disappeared tn the tiny room \back of the stat sot apart for the telephone, and Polly heard her voice, as she talked over the wire. | 1 have promisedte have you there at 3 o'clock,” she announced pres ently That will give us a good two hours for shopping, if we don't talk too long over our luncheon.” Am I dressed all right?” queried Polly, anxiously. Mrs, Jocelyn kissed her for an: swer, and then asked what she would like to give to Dr. Dudley Polly thought a nice handkerchief would be a sultable gift, and Mra Jocelyn wrote, “Box of H.” opposite his name. Nobody was forgotten, not even | Miss Hortensia Price, an “illustrat Jied Browntn being against her name. They were on their way shortly after 1 o'clock. It would be hard to say which enjoyed the shopping ost. Polly in her tnnocent delixht of giving, or the old little lady who was fast growing young in her new-] found Ife. With a riage full of bundles, they drove up to the photographer's precisely at the Re-elect Erickson and Hesketh Seattle should be glad of the opportunity to re-elect Councilmen Oliver T. Erickson and Robert T. Hesketh. Both have served the city since 1911—and they have really SERVED. Of Erickson, it may be truly said that Seattle has never had a council- man so truly representative of the general public. A man of sound judgment, a clear thinker, honest as the day is long, right morally, liberal in thought, a believer in fundamental freedom and rights of the people, Erickson typifies the broadness, intelligence, and enlightened progressiveness of this Queen City of the West. His record is open. If there is’ a vote or an act of Erickson’s which has not been the result of the most honorable intent and thought, The Star has yet to hear of it. Taken from the ranks of the manufacturers, Erickson has given up his private business, and has devoted himself entirely to city work. The city, in — should re-elect him by an even greater vote than he received in past two elections. Hesketh, too, has made his record. Out of the ranks of labor, Hesketh comes, and he measures well alongside men who have had greater opportu- nities in life than he. ' His services have been satisfactory—and the city would make a serious mistake not to return him for further service. By their records, they are entitled to be judged. By their records, Coun- tcilmen Erickson and Hesketh deserve re-election. . But what could Victory for the State The educational sytem of the state has finally been taken | it of politics. ‘This is the conclusion at Olympia since President Suz-} 0, of the University of Washington, and President Hol- of the state college, signed agreements at 3 a. m ey sare the two institutions have been made political is. Sometimes politicians who didn’t know the least COL UM hour appointed, and Polly, radiant about their respective problems did most of the booting.| Miss M. Kelley, 654 Ward st./from her Joyful experience, made & he University of Washington usually got the worst Wins the two tickets to the Al-/ picture that charmed the artist 4 " 4 i &, hambra theatre for having found|well as his patron, things because her interests were not efficiently guarded. iar we thought was the funniest! Next morning came the delight On the other hand the legislators from east of the moun-jsign in Seattle. Will she pleave) ful task of giving the presents pret- layed the game to the finish and were directed by call at The Star office for them? ty hollday touches with fancy Us ident Bryan, of the state college, who was an efficient! Miss Kelley referred to « laundry | sue papers and gay ribbons. oogten jsign: “Don't Kil Your Wife; Let! “We're having the best part of tt, | mer Jockey. ee |Us Do It,” found on the curtain|aren't we?” chuckled Polly, tilting Dr. Suzzailo wanted to see the university and the col-!o¢ the Palace Hip theatre. her head to one side as she tied a and the normal schools placed out of politics. He wanted |pink baby ribbon around a dainty p¢liminate unnecessary duplication and expenses. He box f comes back with another startling) The little Iady did not instantly to see the schools working hand in hand and not |ofter, This time tt is to be a line |answer; then, dropping her work, d by politics. jerick about the old family car, or/she caught the surprised child in| the final results bring about these things, it is a vic-jelse about your friend's bus. Step| her arms with almost « sob | ¢ jright up and pick off two seats for) “O Polly, Polly!” she cried pas | for the whole state. the Alhambra, |sionately, “I rust have you! ‘ jmust! I must! You have taught hen You Plant Things | Ae a starter we offer the follow-|me how to live, and you belong to ta RETTY ‘ jing: me! O Polly! will you come?” ® soon, despite the present snow, you'll smell in the breeze) She hold off, gazing pleadingly into from the south an odor of freshness, greenness, renewed life. , “My car cag climb apy bilijher face. _ The ground will begin to look soft. A warm rain will set every- to the top; “What—do you mean?” faltered to steaming. “Birds will begin to chirp and the sun will feel) t's a dandy mache the little girl. comfortable. Then you'll be wanting to take your spade and Aod I have gasoline, “My darling! did I frighten you? something in the yard. "The chances are that your sole thought tn planting will be to| But 'm stared half to death of the|I mean I want you for my own cop.” dear daughter! I haven't sald any- fy your place a bit but that isn't one per cent of the total interest thhings. And right off the bat old FE. D. K ‘tenes woman you have supposed was jonly let me stay with you | oe thing before, because I feared the! you set out a plant you start a great mystery that all the) of all time haven't solved. | A plant, like an animal, seeks its food—air, water, sunshine. Put and fertilizer on one side of your geraniums only. Very good, lum's roots will go over there only and get the water and rt » just as your dog regularly visits your neighbor's garbage mm. How does the little plant know where to go for food? BA Did-you see that your tulips poked their tender noses right up thru i frozen ground? How? And put a pumpkin seed a little way under eidewalk and, later, see the vine lift the flag. How? fh! tush! plants don’t know anything! But they go out and hunt ir food and drink, which was all man knew for a long time. there was some plant life in that dust from which the first man is made. Your little plant is a thing full of lite it with all your eyes open, isn’t al by Star Reader OR THE STAR: If you have not already printed all you care to about Councilmen Thomson and Moore, and their opposition to Senate Bill 21, I would like to suggest to them that, no matter honestly they are opposed to the city selling light and water to communities, or how sincerely they believe that it would be mtal to the interests of the city, that is no reason why they oppose the bill. The bill does not compel Seattle to sell water Hight to outside communities; it simply gives the city the power to} and leaves it optional with the city to do as it likes. Why the Electric cémpany and its newspapers should oppose the bill is enough, but why Councilmep Thomson and Moore should oppose| Mot so clear. Have they so little confidence in the people of the and their government as their opposition to Senate Bill 21 seems| ily? Aside from the right to home rule, the fact that Seattle (and cities) had the right to sell water and light to outside communities, | Was deprived of it by as scurvy a trick as a scurvy legislator could should line up every honest man and woman in favor of Senate 21. if the city 1s to be deprived of the power to manage a matter €0 ly local as the disposal of water and light, Councilmen Moore and, should let the tail go with the hide and work for a law to) over all the city’s affairs to a state commission or something, and the city government altogether. BE, G. ERICKSON, sy 2747 46th ave. 8. We FS mystery, when you come The federal grand jury ought to investigate rumors of conspiracy between Weatherman Salisbury and the coal dealers. Life has its ups and downs, wherein it differs from the high cost of living. Bryan is strong for peace, but against its enforcement. | He’d arm a police force with forget-me-nots. } 1 4 The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a deal longer —Holmes. | Too much staggering has put the saloon on its last For either brain or muscle WWAT HAS BECOME THE OLD FASHIONED KID WhO USED TO USE THE BACK DooR P . “Here your are, sir! Buy some flowers for your sweetheart!” “Nothing doing; I haven't got a sweetheart.” “Well, buy some for your wifo!” “Wrong ag not married.” “Well, then, buy some for your self to celebrate your luck!” Let's go, boys! eee E. D. K.: What kind of looms are “war looms”? A. L. Dear A. l.: You get the dog. We don't know. E. D. K. cee CAPTIVE SOAP This is supposed to be country. Is it free? No! But it used to be, Yea, soap used to be free. It lived in a dish and led a wild, glorious, independent life in hotels and sleeping cars, Today, soap is a captive, It's chained to a wall and left to swing sadly to and fro, Or it's reduced to a limp liquid and hung around in bottles, looking more Iike a cross between pea soup and salad dress- ing than its old familiar self. * Booz represents Life in Carthage, how! . a free . will Mutual Here’ the mW THE SARTORIAL UPLIFT KANSAS the Wellsville Globe) IN (From As far as can be learned, there 16) not a full dress suit in Wellsville And yet look at our soap. | your aunt would not give you up.| Bat now that you are free I feel that I must have you! meant to speak to Dr. Dudley first, but I couldn't walt, dearest! Don't you want to come and live with me? I know it's a gloomy old house, but 1 will make !t all over into the shiniest home you ever saw. Yo shall have everything you wish! I will buy you the very prettiest pair of Shetland ponies I can find, and the loveliest litte carriage! Ye shall have a new plano and take lessons of the very best master, and next summer we will go abroad and #ee all the wonders of Europe! |Oh, there's no end to the happy things we'll do, if you will come] jand be my little girl! You will; | won't you, Polly?” ' Why, I—don't know!" gasped the child. “You take my breath away!” looked actually dis tressed | “Poor darling!” The little tady folded Polly in her arms. of course you can’t make up your mind all in a minute! I've thought of it |so long, I didn’t realize that it was news to you. I'm such an impatient body! Talk {t over with Dr. Dud jley, and he will make things all| jclear. Now we'll forget it, and fin jish up these packages.” The voice was gay, #0 sure was| the little lady that Polly, counsel by the farseeing doctor, would make quick choice of so auspicious an offer, But Polly could not easil. be won| back to her former blitheness finished her part of the task in an| Jabsent-minded manner yet by the time she was on ber way to deliver her presents she was more talkative and merry, It was a pleasant hour, yet Polly | |Was not sorry when the carriage jtarned towards the hospital. Mrs, Jocelyn would not go in, and the little girl bade her good-bye with a clinging embrace, “T love you dearly!” she whta- pered; which mado the little lady smile happily to herself all the way up the street. Nobody was in the Doctor's of- fice, and Polly lingered by the pile! of packages which the footman had| jdeposited on the couch. Sho was} pulling out David's present from under the others, when a voice from the doorway called out: Hul- lo, Pol-lee!"”” She turned, to see David's merry | face, “You couldn't possibly gueas what | I've got for you!” she retorted’ Sho She Carefully Selected |But a number of the business men jand some of the younger crowd are) |sediously considering buying Tux-| jedos, half brothers to the full dress sult. There are many advantages, to the Tuxedo, which can be used) jat informal as well as at most for-| |mal occasions, and which will an |swer for a good Sunday suit, Sev-| Jeral who would like to have and| wear these sults have agreed to} buy one {f as many as 16 or 20| others will buy at the same time.| To further the good cause, a local} |merchant has agreed to let the E| buyers have them at cost ff a con siderable number will join in order. ing. ’ BONDS yielding fully Ol % Denominations $100 and $500 Guardian Trust and Savings Bank Cor. First Av. at Columbia St. Baker's Cocoa is refreshing. 0a contains more nourishment than beef.” Walter Baker es Co. Ltd. ESTABLISHED 1760 DORCHESTER, MASS. FORTRAN A PAGE 4 ‘OMPKINS David's eyes opened wonderingly, falling on the pile of bundles, Polly caught up the long parcel for David, “I hope you'll like that,” whe wald, The boy's oyes giietened when he saw what It was. “Oh, you don't know how many) time I've wished IT had a flute!”| he eried, fingering tho little inetru-| ment delightedly | “What's going on here?” called) Dr, Dudley, from the open door. — | *phese ‘aro going in here!”| flashed Polly, deftly transferring a square, thin package from the couch to the Doctor'a pocket It caught and held by one corner, | but the physician did not leave it} long. He looked at it critically, and then lald !t on the table, and began untying the bright ribbon which bound ft “You have seen the hole in my Sunday handkerchief!" exclaimed the Doctor, dramatically, his eyes atwinkle as he opened the box Polly and David laughed. Then David discovered that it was time for him to be at bis new home, an¢é Polly began to look over the pack ages, picking out what she wished to carry upstairs at once. “Aren't you going to tell me about your visit?” asked the Doo tor, dropping into his eastest chair | with a luxurious sigh of relief, after a hard day Tho little girl's face grew sud denly grave. In the pleasure of the last hour #he had forgotten the trouble that had been looming ahead of her ever since Mra, Joce lyn’s proposition. She came slowly| over to the Doctor. ' “You went shopping, I observe,”| began Dr. Dudley, tentatively, | “Yon,” responded Polly, balancing herself on the arm of his chatr “Mra, Jocelyn bought lots of things for me to give to people. We made out a list—or she did. She let me choose.” That was kind.” “Yor,” Polly assented, and then studied the rug for a moment. The Doctor waited “Suppose you tell mo all about it, Thistledown,” the Doctor sajd gently. “Oh, don't let me go and be her lttie girl!” she broke out. “Don’ don't! Ill do anything {f you'll He drew her down into his lap, and soothed her with tender words. | “Nobody shall ever take you from me against your will, Thistledown! Hia voice was tensely unnatural. “Does Mra. Jocelyn wish to adopt you? Did she say « “I don't know about adopting. | She wants mo to go and live with her. 8 said I could have every- thing, if Ponly would—a new piano, and lessons, and go to Europe, and a pony—two of ‘em—and oh, I don’t remember half!” “And you are sure you wish to give up all that grandeur for this old codgery doctor who hasn't any money?" “You aren't old, and yon aren't cod—the other thing—and I love you! Do you--do you want me to go?” she sobbed. “Thistiedown,”—and his voice was very tender—"I think such an arrangement as Mrs. Jocelyn pro- poses would break my heart. Still, if you really would be happy in going to her, I trust [ should be un selfish and brave enough to give you up, But I am gladder than you can guess that you have chosen the life with me.” They sat for a while tn silence, Polly's head nestled on the broad shoulder. Finally Dr. Dudley spoke. ‘ou keep a secret?” “I think IT could—I know I could,” sho answered slowly; “but I never have any to keep.” “I am going to let you Into one,” he smiled; “but you mustn’* breaths a word of {t to anybody.” “Oh, I won't! I won't tell it as long as I live!” she declared sol- emnly. He laughed, “This will not be so great a tax on your patience as all that, I hope the secret will be out in a month. histledow., what should you say if I should tell you that Miss Lucy and I are going to be married?” Polly sat up straight, her eyes round with astonishment, “Truly?” she cried. "Truly!" he nodéed, “Why-ee! I ne thought as you liked Miss Lucy very much! Just as if you liked High better!” The Doctor's with soft laughter. . “And won't Miss’ Lacy be nurse “Can shoulders shook “Polly of the Hospital Staff” Ce By , Ga 1 | co | vA (| ? ™~ TEEDLE UMP a J Teene UMP | Teence ump TumPe Tume — ro WHEN YOU WHISTLE THE LaTesr Fox TROTS iN THE OFFICE DURING BUSINESS HoVAS, I SIMPLY CAN'T Sip STILG Hf J — ol i us, to be our own little daughter! | she ventured at last. Wo have it all planned; it bas “gpd “Very much,” he answered, smil- awaited your sanction ing at the anxious pucker between Polly lay very still, big teardrops) poliy's eyebrows. “What is the trickling down her cheeks. | trouble?” “You want to go, Thistledown?”) ink k the Doctor asked softly Pipl ney o pol ert: deepened Oh, the breathed, ‘I don't—dare| thar she faltered. “You know I'm i oe wetter Heer Regge dl ot nh not. And I hate to give away such big hand with ber slender little, Dictures. It seems as if folks would s . think I wanted to make out I looked i agers. 4.|detter than I really do.” ‘It is very real.” he smile “You needn't be afraid. We cannot| Dr. Dudley's eyes were bent to the photograph in hand. He sive you the splendid things that| You Would have with Mrs. Jocelyn; |thought hard and fast. Should he Emma C. Dowd #0 pretty as! A Novel! A Week Teeseeeees will be handier for me when- ever Lone Star goes lame. Your sincere friend, GRESHAM. “What a funny man!” laughed Polly. “You'd think Lone Star went lame about once a week! But fun't that a lovelicious present—a big auto!—my! It is too much.” Dr. Dudley shook his head gravely and put the note in his pocket At Mra. Jocelyn’s, Miss Lucy met them at the entrance. By— yright, 1918 rama OC, Dowd | “I'm #o glad you've come; cried, “I was wishing you would, to see what Colonel Gresham has sent me.” “Why—" began Polly, and then stopped, blushing at having almost told about the new motor car. That was not hers to speak of first. Dr, Dudley sent a swift glance of appreciation in her direction, and d Miss Lucy’s leading. “That came for you, Polly, at the time,” she aid, handing the little girl a small square package, A man brought them.” “For me?” Polly's eyes opened wide. “I'm not going to be mar ried'” They lady displayed her gift, a neck! of pearls Why didn’t you undo your pack- age?” inquired Mrs. Jocelyn of Polly. “Ob, I forgot!” cried Polly, sudden compunction. “Those bi tiful pearls put everything out of my head.” She soon had the wrappings off, disclosing a small leather case. | “What can it be?” she breathed. “Ob, you darling!” gazing delight- edly at an exquisite little watch. She caressed it with excited fing- ers. “Why, there's something en- graved in here!” as the case open, and, turning to the light, ehe read aloud: } To Polly of the Hospital Staff, in remembrance of a stormy midnight and a shiny morn ing, from her devoted lover, DAVID GRESHAM. She went on, scowling in a pm zled way over the quotation. says, ssed are the peacemakers.” |1 don’t see what that’s for, do you?” | ‘The others smiled comprehend- | ingly. | Mies Lucy was reading the Col- }onel’s note, which Dr. Dudley had given her. | It was a six-o’clock wedding. The bridal procession formed at the foot of the stairs, in the spacious way, marching its length, and then |proceeding thru the east drawing. |room to the library, where the cere- mony took place under a canopy of roses. | A troop of children attended the bride, children to whom, as nurse of the convalescent ward, she had | at some time ministered. The girls, follow same Just langhed, while the youn, You} but I can promise you all the love! jthat any Httle girl could wish for, | We want to make your life so happy jthat you will lowe sight of the |troublesome times that have gone before.” “1 couldn't help being happy with |you and Mise Lucy.” And Pélly suddenly sprang up, fitnging her arms around the Dector’s neck, and |resting her cheek against his with almo: sob. “Oh, I wish mamma knew!" she whispered. “Do spore she does?” | “We will surely hope so,” he answered. “It seems to me that Heaven is nearer than some people | believe.” | CHAPTER X, | The Wedding | ‘The next morning David called for Polly on his way to school, and the two went off together, the chil- |dren waving good-byes windows The weeks before the secret came out were very happy weeks for Polly. Only a few days after her visit to Mrs. Jocelyn came a pack nee, a large, flat, nearly sqfare |peckage. It arrived while she was at school, and she found the chil- |dren eyeing {t curiously as it lay lon Miss Lifty's desk. | “It’s for you,” announced Stella, “and she said there mustn't any- body touch ft. She wouldn't open it herself.” | Polly looked at the white parcel and wondered, too. She had been |expecting the photographs; but this |was too big for those, she decided Hastily she untied the string. Miss |Lucy came tn just as she turned | back the wrapper. “O-n!" “Why, Polly May, you've and had your picture taken!” | Miss Lucy caught a glimpse of {the photograph, which brought her | quickly across the room. - “Polly, dear, what a surprise this gone up fn the ward any more’” Polly |'* queried “Not after we are married. are going to housekeeping know the little brown cot: beyond Colonel Gresham's “The one with vines all over the plazas?” “Yes. That {s to be our home.” Polly had dropped back on the Doctor's shoulder, and he, absorbed in his happy dreams, did not look down to note the shadow that eud- denly swept all joy from the Iittle face. When she spoke again, it was the tone rather than the words that brought him to himself with a pang of compunction, “That—won't be so very far away,” she faltered, “Oh, Polly!" with a quick tight- ening clasp, “you didn't suppose we would leave you behind? She glanced up in sudden won- der and hope. “Our home wouldn't be home without you, You are going with Thoroughness Characterizes our methods tn every transaction, and our ous- tomers are accorded every sou tesy consistent with sound bi ness judgment. 4% Paid on Savings Accounts We Subject Cordially Accoun to Check Are Invited Peoples Savings Bank SECOND AVE. AND PIKE ST, | “I don't think it looks much like |me,” murmured the little girl, star. ing wonderfully at the beautiful pte- It was of large size, equisitely ah some folder. “Why, it looks exactly like her! Don't it, Miss Lucy?” queried Mabel \ “I think I never saw a better likeness,” smiled the nurse, “Ther exulted Mabel. “Say, what made you think it didn't? But Polly only laughed uncertainly. “Never mind, if you like it!” she told them. “Oh, here's another kind!” piped Stella, whose curious fingers had discovered a photograph showing Polly in a different pose, This was full-length; the other was only head and shoulders. “There's one more, I think,” said Polly, “where I had some flowers in my hand.” A hunt goon revealed it very sweetest of all!” Leono: | clared. The girls hung over ously. “Will you give me one?” begged! | Mabel. | “And me?"—“And me? me?” chorused the others, “Polly cannot tell right off just what she will be able to do,” tn- terposed Miss Lucy, “Dr. Dudley |hasn't seen them yet, Suppose you run down and show them to him, Polly.” | Down the stairs skipped Polly, glad to get away from the too eager children, | The Doctor received them delight-| edly. Polly watched him with| thoughtful eyes, “Do you think they look like me?” “the Nde- it raptur. —“And |tte exquisite softness, scarcely di tell her the truth—that the beauti-/two and two, gowned in silken chit- ful black-and-white print, with all|fon of harmonious colors, bad each ‘a basket heaped with blossoms. Justice to the delicate mobile face?” Polly and Leonora came last of all, “I wanted you and Miss Lucy to both in delicate pink, from the rib- have one,” she went on, “and Col-|bons that bound their hair to the onel Gresham, and David, and High | tips of their kid slippers, ‘s Price, and Leonora. Then the rest| black braids in happy contrast with of them—there are a dozen—tI| Polly's fair curls. The boys, clad thought I'd give to anybody that/as pages, ranged, at regular inter- you| from the} |fintshed in carbon, and mounted in | a little! wanted one; but now. she halted | appealingly |. “Well, tf I were you, Thistle- down,” and the Doctor threw his arm in a comradely way across the Jslim shoulders, “I should go straight along and give my pictures to those for whom I had intended them, with no thought about any lack of resemblance. You sat for the photographs, and you are not jto blame for any possible mistake \the camera may have made; don’t let {t bother you.” She gave a little gleeful chuckle. “It {s the camera's fault, isn't it? I never thought of that. Well, if you think it's all right to give them away, it must be; but it didn’t seem quite—honest, you know She looked up, still a bit anxious, “It ie perfectly right, Polly: in fact, it would be wrong to spoil so much pleasure for such a little rea- son. The pictures are far moro life- like than most people's are, and nobody will stop to compare them with the original, feature by fea- ture.” “No, I guess they won't,” she laughed. “You pick out the one you want to keep, and next I'll let Miss Lucy choose.” The simplest of church weddings had been planned by the two most closely concerned, for neither had her home than the hospital; but Mrs. Jocelyn overthrew plans and arguments together. “What is my big house good for,” she demanded, “if it cannot be useful jat a time like this? You shall come and make it merry onee more in its old life!” She ended by carrying off Miss |Luey for a whole week before the |appointed day, and the hospital had to hustle another nurse into the ward which was both sorrowful and glad | It had been early arranged for Polly and Leonora-to remain with Mrs. Jocelyn for the two weeks |that the Doctor and his wife were to be away on their wedding jour- jney, and the little lame girl, who now had only the tiniest limp, was in alternate rapture and dismay. “To think,” she would exclaim, squeezing Polly etstatically, “of me being in that splendid house, with you and that beautiful Mrs. Joce. lyn for fourteen whole days! But, oh, mercy!" she would ery, “I'm dreadfully afraid she'll not want me {so long! I shall be sure to say or {do something wrong! I'm not used to grand folks like her; and the joy would end with a sigh. Then it was Polly's part to re- jassure her with laughing words, until the delight would come back |to crowd out all fears | One morning, just before starting for Mrs. Jocelyn’s, Dr. Dudley read this note to Polly MY DEAR DOCTOR: 1 have been wondering, ever since | heard your good ws, how Polly was going to ride, in- asmuch as two fill your run- about. |! have too much con- sideration for the lady who will sit by your side to wish her al- wa to bear the burden of Polly's weight; so |! have ordered for you a car that will seat five without crowding, There is a place ready for it in my carriage house. | That won't be far for you to come, and it | vals, on either side of the long line, ‘carried HMght arches of vines and flowers, making a fragrant arbor | for the others to walk under. | ‘The brief service over, the flower kirls strewed roses in the path of the bridal pair all the way to the | great west, drawing-room, It was Nke a queen's pageant in \|@ vision of fairyland. The myriad lights, the gayly dressed children, |the lavish profusion of flowers, the |ferns—all united to make the scene |unusually dreamlike and beautiful. As the bride stood to receive her guests, in her simple white si gown, the necklace of pearls her jonly ornament, Polly gazed into her |@weet, thoughtful face, and longed ~ |to throw her arms around her neck jand give her a longing hug. But | she had to be content with only one little decorous kiss, and she con- |soled herself with the words that jhad been singing in her heart all the day, “She is going to be my | mothe: She {s going to be my mother! There were many guests, and it was long before the bride and gToom were free from hand-shak- ing. Polly only caught glimpses |now and then of the two she loved best. She was with a group of merry children, when she heard her name softly called. ‘Turning, she saw Dr. Dudley in the doorway. She ran to him, and he led her into the library, where his bride wi | talking with Mr, Brewster, the law- | yer. Mrs. Dudley drew her down be Brewster soon took leave of them. The Doctor seated himself on her right. | “This document,” he smiled, tap- |ping lightly the paper fn his hand, “makes you legally our own daugh- ter. We have just signed it, for we wanted everything settled befoi going away With a quick, gractful gesture, Polly wound an arm around each neck “My dear new father § and mother,” she whispered solemnly, as if it were a prayer, “I will be | just as good, always, as I know how |to be, so you won't ever be so you made me your own little girl!” THE END TOO WEAK TO FIGHT The “Come-back” man was really | never down-and-out. 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