Arizona republican., 1911-06-08
.POLLYOOLY AND THE LUMP
Copyright, 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing Company.
By Edgar Jepson.

OTdDl6 JO00 1NuIllu S led lutO ulo Slb' ting-room and retired to the attic above it, where she dwelt with that red-headed cherub. her little brother the Lump, when there came a knock ing on the outer door of the cham bers. She went down and opened 1t; and there on the landing stood dag Zling vision-a lady in a confectfon or scarlet and yellow, in which only beauty as brilliant as hers could dare to deck itself. So fine, however, was her coloring, so dark her eyes and hair, that even those primary colors seemed hardly to give them their full value.
 She smiled at the sight of Pollyoolys angel face, in it's frame of red hair, and said in a delightful, eager voice, You're the little girl MT Hilary Vance calls 'Pollyooly. the queen of the slum fairies You sa~ to him for the pictures of those fairy stories in the Blue Mdgdzine."
 Yes, ma'am," said Pollyooly, drop ping a courtesy like the well-mannered child she was.
 Well. I'rn the Esmeralda, the dancer" said the vision, her face all alight with eagerness 'I want a little girl to dance with me in a fairy dance at the Varolium. I've tried all the dane ing schools in London without finding the right one; then l saw the pictures of you in the Blue Magazine. and I was sure that you were just what l wanted if you could dance little. l went to MT Vance; and he gave me your address. and told me that you could dance, because the first time he saw you, you were dancing to barrel organ"
 "Yes, ma'am." said Pollyooly.
 Well. it isn't much dancing want from you. only just to move about lightly and be fairy in the picture; and I'll pay you a pound a week" said the Esmeralda, with the same eager quickness.
 "A pound a week." said Pollyooly; and her blue eyes opened very wide, shining.
 "Yes: and I'll find your dresses and send you home every night after the show But perhaps I'd better ar range it with your father and moth er"
 maven L SOl any AdNllti anu iiOth- er," said Pollyooly.
 Then will you come and dance with mel" said the Esmeralda.
 "I must ask Mir. Ruffin. I'm his housekeeper. He is in; I'll go and ask him now" said Pollyooly.
 The Esmeralda smiled a little mis. chievously. I'll come with you. You ;nt nd with him." she said confidently, as if she had never had reason 10 doubt her power of persuadlng men.
 They went to the sittingroom door; Pollyooly knocked at f., opened it, ush- cred in the Esmeralda, followed her in, and said: Please. sir, this is the Esmeralda. And may l so on the stage?"
 From the unrufled coolness with which the Honorable John Ruffin rose from his easy chair and bowed to the Esmeralda, the sudden irruption of dazzling visions in scarlet and yellow might have been the commonest oc- currence in. his daily round.
 He drew forward chair for her. saying: I'm charmed to make your acquaintance. Like the rest of Lon don, I'm looking forward with the widest impatience to seeing you dance"
 Murmuring a polite hope that he would not be disappointed. the Els. meralda sat down. He turned to Pol lyooly and said: Did my mortified ears deceive me? Or did I hear you ask leave to go on the stage?"
 "Yes, please. sir" said Pollyooly firmly.
 He shook his head sadly, and said in a reproachful tone: "Oh, Pollyooly. Pollyooly. This must be the result of your country up-bringing. No London child of twelve would dream of going on the stage. This is the pernicious effect of life at Muttle-Deeping."
 But it's a pound a week. sir" said Pollyooly, plucking at her frock. And you told me to make all the money l could and save all I could, because your creditors might win the victory and consign you to the deepest dun geon in Hollawoy Castle. and the Lump and I would be turned out. That was what you said, sir"
 A pound Week! Hdl ; Ntly J different matter" said the Honorable John Ruffln with a great air of relief. AS long as it's the honest desire for hard cash and no silly glamor of the footlights, see DO harm in the stage. But has a London manager offered you an engagement? A gleam of in telligence in London Manager amazing. It's incredible, Pollyooly. you're pulling the leg of a man old enough to be your uncle"
 "Its me-" said the Esmeralda quick ly with a dazzling smile. ''I want her to go on the stage"
 "Ah, that explains the intelligence" said the Honorable John Rufin po- litely.
 'T want her to dance with me-in a fairy pastoral It will be quite easy" said the Esmeralda.
 Well, if the hours are not such as to spoil her complexion, which would be a crime. and ruin her constitution, which would be a pity, she must cer- tainly accept your offer. A pound week is certainly Fortune: and who knows but what it may lead to Fame" Lo Tahn DnN rr,ith