The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-08-03
around them. Pollyooly was very at

49,
After the entertainment they walked
down Piccadilly, discussing the diner
emit turns, to the Bond Street confec-
toners There they made an excellent
tea.
They were strolling back down Pic
cadilly. still talking earnestly. when
motor car drew up at the curb, with
a Jerk. ten feet before them, and the
Duke of Osterley sprang out OF It.
He caught Pollyooly by the arm, cry
ing. triumphantly, Marion at last!
Where did you find herr"
s.T,m not Marion.' cried the startled
pollyooly, trying to tug her arm out OF
his grasp.
This isn't Marion, sir" cried Ron
aid.
What are YOU talking about?" cried
the Duke.
aShe's Mary Bride" said Ronald.
Yves. I'm Mary Bride. Let go my
arm" said Pollyooly, tugging harder.
DO you two impudent young devils
think don't know my own daughter"
cried the Duke: and his prim face be-
gan to redden with anger.
I'm not your daughter!" cried Pol
lyooly
Indeed, she isn't, uncle. Shes
Mary Bride-John Rufdn's housekeep-
err" said Ronald.
LET go my arm, or I'll call police
mani" cried Pollyooly. fiercely. mind
full Of the Honorable John Rufhn's IN
structions.
Already large group was regarding
with interest the dapper, but purple,
gentleman, squabbling with two elabo-
rately dressed children in the middle
OF Piccadilly:: and alive to the risk OF
/ seeing his domestic affairs once more
in print. the Duke picked Pollyooly
bodily up and stepped into the car with
| her, Ronald spraug in after him. and
! the Duke cried. sHome."
During the four minutes II took
| them to reach Ricksborough House.
| the Duke said nothing. He painted
and scowled at the scowling Pollyooiy,
| smoothing her rufied frock- When the
car stopped. he hurried her into the
! house, through the hall. calling to the
/ butler to send Mrs Hutton to him at
/ once, and into the dining room.
Now, what do you mean By this
/ cock-and-bull story" he said with all
/ the turbulence he could master.
ct isn't cock-and-bull story. Il
isn't, really. It's the literal truth. She
isn't Marion at ell. She's Mary Bride
John Rufin's housekeeper. She has
been for months said Ronald
Yes. that's who I am: and I've got
little brother called Roger-sc
there," said Pollyooly. with trucu.
| lence that more than matched the
| Dukes.
| yes: she has. I've seen him. said
| Ronald Il went to the Temple to see
| John Rufin and / found her there:
/ and she's so like Marion | asked hel
! to come out with me- And she's beer
| on the stage. which Marion couldn'I
have done, because she's TOO much Of
a understanding with the Esmera,ds
at the yarolium. Hundreds Of people
can tell you So"
The Duke was rather staggered The
attitude and firmness OF the two chill
dren shook his conviction that hi:
daughter Marion, whom, after all, b,
| only knew by sight, was before him.
Then Mrs Hutton, Marion's maid,
stout and purplish woman Of som,
fifty summers, hustled into the room
and, at the sight Of Pollyooly, cries
fussily. why. IL it isn't her ladyshiy
come back. Oh, If your ladyship onI,
knew the trouble and anxiety you'v,
given everybody. especially your goot
father"
Hes not my father. / haven't go
a father." cried Pollyooiy, interruptin,
her
That settles It Mrs. Hutton rec
ognizes you at once" cried the Duke
triumphantly Il knew / couldn't b
mistaken"
She's silly old idiot" said Polly
DOLLY. with intense conviction
But it is mistake, uncle. Can
you see how much better looking an.
intelligent Mary is than Marion?
Ronald protested earnestly, with NOR
regard for the truth than for faith
er's pride.
Both OF them say that this ism
Marion. that it's another little girl
Mrs Hutton" said the Duke, shaker
again.
There can't be two Lady Marions
your Grace" said Mrs. Hutton.
@Of course there can't" said til
Duke
AS he spoke. Ronalds fox terrie
Wigs trotted into the room, and. wit
Ab ACSttotioA W1diStcTs SItSteu FOlly
dolly, whom he had met at Ricksbo,
ough Court, with every demonstrate
Of affectionate regard
THAT does settle it," said the Duk
in tone Of mingled relief and tr
umph. That dog couldn't know you, |
! you weren't Marion. Take her to he
room. Mrs. Hutton. and lock her /
1t. Pack her things. and take he
J. down 10 the Court by the 1918 Il
morrow. II she gets away from 70
again, shall discharge you"
Il won't go.r said Pollyooly firmly
!. and she sat down in an easy chair.
The exasperated Duke sprang 10,
ward. caught her by her arm. an
'erked her to her feet Pollyooly u
} tered shrill and piercing scream
She had heard the Honorable job
Huffin maintain to the Esmeralda a
/, supper one night that a woman's mos
. powerful weapon is her scream; an
she had taken his teaching to heart
The startled Duke loosed her arm
, and stepped back: ooh. see what
Is he said. grinding his teeth. you
, mother has put you up to thtsr