The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-08-04
THE DAILY GATE CITY


s.There! He's always clean" cried
the big man. "Will you sit for me.
little girls"
Pollyooly considered for = moment:
hero was wealth indeed. Then she
said loyalty, II must ask Mr.. Rufin. "
Bother Mr.. Rufan!" cried the big
man.
..Mr. Rufin won't say no. when he
learns that its eighteen shillings q
week. He'll drown In floods of unex-
pecred beer" said Mr.. James.
"Mr. Runin's gentleman. He lives
In the Temple. I'm his housekeeper;
and he doesn't drink beer. It isn't
good enough for him." said Pollyooly
Indignantly.
Beer Is good enough for any mani"
cried the big man.
ut must be our friend Ruthn." said
Mr.. James.
so 1t must" said the big man.
"But come along, little girl, lets go
and have drink and arrange things.
ssYou can't take these children into
. pub" said Mr.. James.
That's it! That's til" cried tho big
man furiously. II ind fairy dane
ing in q slum; and can't take her
into a public-house to stand her .
drink. What country"
Better come up to Rufhn's rooms
and settle 1t with him." said Mr..
James.
They went in body to the Honor
able John Ruf1n's chambers. and
found him Just returned from the Law
Courts.
Pollyooly ushered them into his sit
ting-room; and at the sight Of the big
man, the Honorable John Ruf11n
raised his hand, and said sternly:
Nov, do not gush upon me. Vance !
will not have 1t. An Englishman's
house 10 his castle. Be moderate-be
sane"
The big man informed him, with Inn
mense vehemence and excitement, that
he wished Pollyooly to sit for him as
his model for set Of fairy stories;
that he must have her; that she WAS
the one model in London-in England
lin the world; that he had been seek
ing her for months.
IAN artists model?" said the Honor.
able John Rufin, with panied air.
II once obliged friend by sitting as
model for Roman patrician, watch.
ing a gladiatorial showa disreputa-
Bile occupation-and found 1t uncom-
monty dull and stiffening."
Please. sir. It's shilling an hour"
said Pollyooly, anxiously.
'Wealth-wealth beyond the dreams
OF avarice," said the Honorable John
Rufin. You can do as you like, Miss
Bride
Thank you. SIR" said Pollyooly,
with shining eyes.
But l observe that Mr.. Vance calls
you Pollyooly. We cannot have that
kind of thing. These artists are pre-
sumptuous fellows, Miss Bride You
must insist on being treated respect
fully; the dignity Of your position as
my housekeeper demands IT.
Yes, SIR" said Pollyooly.
Understand. then, Vance. that to
you Pollyooly is Miss Bride. In my
unbending moments | may call her
Pollyooly, but you, never The artist
must keep his place." said the Honor
able John Rufln, with an air Of splen-
s q
you swells! The airs you give
yourselves!" growled the artist.
II am one Of the sixty thousand liy-
ing Britons with Plantagenet blood in
my VEINS" said the Honorable John
Rufln.
At two o'clock the next afternoon,
Pollyooly was at the Temple Station,
and took half return ticket for her
self and no ticket at all for the Lump,
since her frugal mind impelled her
to reckon herself under eleven and the
Lump under three, for the purpose of
travelling by rail.
Mr.. Hilary Vance welcomed her with
enthusiasm to a lofty studio of which
the chief furniture was line OF can.
vases, three and four deep, with their
faces turned to the wall. Pollyooly
was soon posed on chair on little
dais; the artist fell to work; and the
Lump, deserving the toys which Polly
DOLLY had brought for him, proceeded
on tour Of examination around this
new and spacious chamber. He soon
discovered that on the other side Of
the canvases were bright colors, and
turned several of them over Unfor-
tunately each, like the floor and every.
thing else in the studio, was covered
with a thick layer of black dust; and
as she saw him grow grimier and
grimier, an expression Of acute an
guish deepened and deepened on Pol
lyooly's face.
At last Mr.. Hilary Vance perceived
II, and said, Whats the matter, Pol.
lyooly? Why are you unhappy"
"Oh, sir. 1t is SO dirty" said Polly.
dolly.
What is so dirty?" said Mr.. Hilary
Vance, surprised.
Everything said Pollyooly.
Mr.. Hilary Vance looked around the
studio so 1t is. Curious, never no.
ticed it. Mrs. Thomas must neglect
It,"
81 expect she's an old woman who
drinks" said Pollyooly.
Now, that is an admirable descrip
ton of Mrs. Thomas. How did you
guess it?"
They're generally like that, sir
said Pollyooly. Can l clean 1t after
I've done sitting?"
Robin Goodfellow and Titania IN
one" said the artist How unfortu