---While returning from Bloomfield, Saturday, in company with Frank Jean, some two miles south of this place, we observed the noted Polly Barnett, under the shade of a tree, enjoying sweet solitude. She has tramped over the southern parts of Indiana and Illinois probably fifty times, searching for her long lost daughter, Angeline, who has no doubt been dead twenty years. She is well known as a professional beggar, and asks almost everyone she meets for a dime. It is said that shehas considerable money and carries it in a belt around her waist. Like most “professionals” she is rather particular in her gifts. On one occasion, not long since, she called at a house and asked for a small amount of money, but the lady of the house told her she had no small change, but would give her a dress that was somewhat worn. Polly wanted to know the eolor of the garment, and was told that it^was blue. She refused to accept it on. the ground that blue was not a suitable color'* for her complexion. Of eourse not, as her complexion resembles that of sole- ( leather. Polly will -continue to tramp until she dries entirely up, when she will be blown away.—Worthington Times.