The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1911-04-20

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and trivial things, chatting ike Ions
time friends, and he smiled in a pleas
ed manner whenever he caught her
looking straight at him.
For half hour this daily visit last
ed. Then he would glance at one Of
the nearby clocks, give her hand a lit
tie press and hurry back in the di.
rection from whence he came, she 60
ing over toward Broadway again.
Spring merged into early summer,
and with the coming Of warmer days
she appeared more frail and dropping:
He was alarmed as he noticed her fail
ing health.
Once he asked her if she wasn't
'ready to give it all up and go back
home"
NO." she answered, but he detected
a shade Of hesitancy in her voice.
The Irish cop also saw she was
'1ookin' bit piney'' and felt genuine
sympathy for her. He pondered on
whom and what they might be, but,
failing Of any reasonable conclusions,
dismissed them from his mind for
the time as a pair of "sintimintal i'd
jits.''
One day they were sitting on
bench near the fountain. Two gaudily
attired girls were coming along one
of the walks and must necessarily pass
them. Polly was Immediately covered
with confusion and prayed inwardly
that they might turn into another
path.
On they came, however They were
| of certain exaggerated type of chorus
girl with which the theatrical profess
sion is usually afflicted. In high heel
ed shoes they minced their steps, their
| hats were enormous, their gowns we're
extreme in fashion, and no effort had
been made to conceal the fact that
compilations and hair were of artificial
| coloring.
Polly glanced away, assuming not
to see them, but her flaming cheeks
belied her pretense.
The girls snickered and coughed and
tried to attract her attention, looking
back until they were out Of sight.
'Who are they?" he asked, his voice
sterner than she had ever heard it
| before.
"a couple Of students at the dramat-
| ic school," she replied, with forced in
| difference.
'Is that the kind they are where you
are learning to be an actress?"
"Oh, a few; not all, of course. You
see''-
I'll go tomorrow and see for my
SELF" he interrupted decisively.
And he went.
The class in dramatic art, in quite
| abbreviated skirts, was engaged at it's
| fencing lesson when the unannounced
visitor strobe into the room.
1t was a big, bare place, the dingy
walls hung with cheap prints and
| posters of well known members Of the
theatrical profession. At one end Of
the room was a stage with tawdry.
mismatched scenery and dusty fittings,
an ugly and glaring example of sham
| representation of art and genius.
The fencing class, comprised of q
men, was distributed over the main
floor at regular distances. A German
instructor, perspiring and voluble in
| his language, was calling out the
strokes and tuning because the class
had stopped and piled it's attention Oh
| the newcomer. Several of the girls
ogled him boldly, and the two who
ho1 ~r;% D~Jl -S-
CHANGED the remark:
"Polly's angel! Girls, that's Polly's
angelr'
He remained but a minute or two.
taking a cool survey of the premises
the while. He had nothing to say to
the attendant who approached him
He singled out Polly, and his gaze
rested steadily upon her for a mo-
ment. She resembled lily among a
bunch of carnations, though she was
blushing painfully at the moment.
Then be retreated, slamming the
| door after him with an expressive and
very Earring bang.
It was nearly a week before he Wis
| tied the square again. She went daily,
anu Wnen ne dldnt appear at the
| usual time she looked disappointed,
| the corners of her little mouth drew
down pathetically, and she went away.
He had not called upon her nor even
| so much as written.
II thought they'd be havin' a fare
| up purity soon," commented the cop.
''They was too swate altogether to
| last"
Then he came again. She was wait
ing. and he greeted her pleasantly.
But there was a determined express
| sion in his eyes that troubled her
peace of mind not little.
Polly" he said and so loud that
several of the weary hoboes on the
benches woke up and looked around,
| you're going home with me tomor-