Arizona republican., 1911-06-21
AND THE LUMP
By Ed.ar 1epson.
Copyright. 1909. by tho Pearson Pub.
 fishing Company.

month. I'll pay you shilling ar
 hour"
 Pollyooly's eyes sparkled: the very mines of Golconda opened before them Then her face fell; and she said, But l have to look after the Lump-my
 little brother here"
 Bring him with you: he can play
 about the studio." said the big man
 and he stopped and looked at him
 By love. it's a cherub-a genuine
 cherub. Look. James: did you ever
 see finer cherub? Look at his dim ples"
 Why, he's clean," said MT James
 with the liveliest surprise.
 The Lump's always clean, sir" said POllyOoly, with some heat.
 There! He's always clean" cried the big man. Will you sit for me, little girl?"
 Pollyooly considered for a moment: here was wealth indeed Then she said Loyalty, 'I must ask MT. Rufln. ''
 Bother MT Rufin!" cried the big man.
 NIT. Rufin won't say no when he IT week. He'll drown-in floods of unex- pected beer" said MT. James.
 MT. Rufin's a gentleman. He lives in the Temple I'm his housekeeper: {: and be doesn't drink beer. II isn't good enough for him." said Pollyooly indignantly.
 Peer is good enough for any man." cried the big man.
 Tt must be our friend Ruffin," said NIT. James.
 50 it must" said the big man. But come along. little girl. lets go and have a drink and arrange things"
 You can't take these children into a pub" said Mir. James.
 "That's il, That's it." cried the big man turiously. "I find a fairy danc- ing in q slTm; and l cant take her drink. What @ country"
 Better come up 10 Ruffn's rooms and settle it with him." said MT. James
 They went in a body 10 the Honor able John RufIin's chambers. and found him just returned from the Law Courts.
 Pollyooly ushered them into his sit. ting-Toom: and a rheNslght of the big man, the Honorable John RufTln raised his hand. and said sternly: Now. do not gush upon me. Vance. I will not have if An Englishman's horse is his castle. Be moderate-be sane"
 The big man informed him. with im- mense veheIonce and excitement, that he wished POllyOOly to cit for him as his model for a set of fairy stories: that he must have her; that she was the one model Tn London-in England in the world: that he had been seek ing her for months.
 An artists model9" said the Honor able John Rufin. with a pained air. "I once obliged a friend by sitting as model for a Roman patrician. watch ing a gladiatOrial show-a disreputa- ble occupation-and I found 1t uncom- monly dull and stiffening."
 Please, sir. it's a shilling an hour" said PollyoOly. anxiously.
 "Wealth-wealth beyond the dreams of avarice." said the Honorable John Rutin. You can do as you like, Miss Bride"
 Thank you. sir" said Pollyooly. with shining eyes.
 But I observe that NIT. Vance calls you Pollyooly We cannot have that kind of thing. These artists are pre- 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 moments I may call her Pollyooly. but you. never. The artist must keep his place" said the Honor able John Rufin, with an air of splen- lid hauteur.
 You swells, The airs you give growled the artist.
 "I am one of the sixty thousand liv- ng Britons with Plantagenet blood In ny veins." said the Honorable John Ruffin.
 At two o'clock the next afternoon, was at the Temple Station, md took a half return ticket for her ;elf and no ticket at all for the Lump. since her frugal mind impelled her O reckon herself under eleven and the Jump under three. for the purpose of travelling by rail. Mir. Hilary Vance welcomed her with l to a lofty studio of which | he chief furniture was a line of can | 'ases, three and four deep, with their | aces turned to the wall. Pollyooly | vas soon posed on a chair on little | Iais; the artist fell to work; and the | Jump. deserting the toys which Polly | 'oly had brought for him, proceeded l 'r a tour of examination around this | lew and spacious chamber. He soon | discovered that on the other side of | he canYases were bright colors. and | urned several of them over. Unfor- unately each, like the floor and every hing else in the studio. was covered with thick layer of black dust; and S she saw him grow grimier and an expression of acute an Uish deepened and deepened on Pol yooly's face.
 At last Mir Hilary Vance perceived [, and said. Whats the matter. Pol yOoly? Why are you unhappy" "Oh, sir. it is so dirty" said Polly oly.