Arizona republican., 1911-06-01
P0LLYOOLY AND THE LUMP
 By Edgar Jepson.
Copyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing Company.
By Edgar Jepson.

the time she reached the fourth-fioor
 landing the clear pale cheeks of her
 angel face were faintly flushed: and
 her little brothers nickname of the
 Lump was not seeming at all inap-
 propriate. She let herself into the
 chambers of the Honorable John Ruff
 fin, whose housekeeper she boasted
 herself. with a sigh of relief; and as
 they entered, her employer called from
 his sitting-room:
 Tea, Pollyooly-tea for two, please. |"
 Pollyooly hurried the Lump up to the attic where they lived, set him
 among his simple toys, bade him be
 a good boy, hurried down to the
 kitchen, and set about getting the tea.
 It was soon ready; and she carried
 it into the sitting-room. ] lady, a beautiful lady. beautifully dressed sat in the armchair, facing
 the door But she did not look up till
 PollyooIy was setting the tea on the table. Then her eyes fell on that an gel child, opened wide in a wild amazement; and she cried: Why why-it's Marion. However did she get herein that dress?"
 No, no: this is Mrs. Bride, my l housekeeper." said the Honorable John 1 Rufin. "I call her Mrs. Bride in spite | of her tender years. because she is my | housekeeper; and 1t is a position of l dignity It is only in moments of Gn- bending that I call her Pollyooly."
 But she's the very image of Marion"
 Now you point it out, she is. She hes always reminded me of someone; and I could never make out who it was"
 But how comes she to be so like Marion? Marion's a red Deeping," said the lady.
 And that's what Pollyooly Is. see it now" cried the Honorable John Ruffin. Her great-aunt was Lady Constantia Deeping's housekeeper at Muttle Deeping. It's wonderful how the old strains crop up among the village people. You're a red Deeping, Pollyooly: that's what you are"
 What is a red Deeping, please, slr?" said Pollyooly. puckering her fore head.
 The red Deepings have always been renowned for the fieriness of their hair and their tempers-a truculent, cantankerous set. I must beware. I see. must certainly beware" said the Honorable John Ruffln.
 Yes, sir" said Pollyooly.
 Pollyooly spread a little tea-cloth on the end of the table. and set the tea. things, the bread-and-butter. and the cake on it. The lady's eyes never left her face.
 Presently she said, i've got a sp!en. did idea, John. I'm going to get Marion after all"
 The Honorable John Rufin frowned and said in a tone of extreme sever ity, No, Caroline: you are not Nou are not even going to try. Tho wig. ging you got from Mir. Justice Ruf- fie last time you carried Off Marion has forever deterred you from the aJ. tempt"
 Has it?" said the lady; and her eyes flashed
 Yes. it has" said the Honorable ;ohn Rufin. You have made up your mind that a Duchess cannot give the ha'penny Press of her country oc casion to blaspheme twice"
 But this is a dead snip" said the Duchess. This time an going to get | Marion out of the country"
 You failed before: and you'll fai l again" said the Honorable John Ruff | fin.
 "Oh, no, shan't. Ard if they dc | catch me, I shall only get the same | old wigging. They daren't send Duchess to prison. The thingumbobs | the middle classes-wouldnt stand ! 1t. They'd scream" said the Duchess cheerfully
 But you can't get Marion out oi | the country. The moment she's miss ing, Osterley's agents wire to the DO lice of every port. You cant do 1t, the Honorable John Ruffin insisted.
 But the joke is that she'll have been out of the country days and days before she is missed" said the Ouch. ess with sparkling eyes.
 How" said the Honorable John Ruffin.
 The Duchess turned to Pollyooly and said, Would you like twenty pounds, Pollyooly?" Twenty golden sover- eigns?"
 Yes. please, 'am." said Pollyooly.
 Well, if you'll be another little girl Tor a fortnight. I'll give you twenty pounds. And you'll live in a beauti- 'ul house in the country and have lots ,f pets; and all you'll have to do will De to pretend that you're another lit le girl-my little girl-Marion, Lady Deeping. You'll have just to keep luiet, and let everybody think that 7ou're her. Do you understand" Yes, ma'am," said Pollyooly, look ng at her with shining eyes
 Twenty pounds was an immense sum -affluence. It was more; it was a safe ,uard against that evil day when the Honorable John Ruffin should sue umb to his creditors. and the jaws of he workhouse should again gape for he Lump. Always there lurked in he depths of Pollyooly's mind this orrid dread, rising up terrible and nenacing in her moments, rare mo- nents, of childish depression. Twenty ounds would slay the monster: wenty pounds meant that they could I've for months, till she found other york
 By Jove" said the Honorable John 'uffn softly; and he laughed. But what about the Lump. sir? I ant leave the Lump" said Pollyooly. The Lump's her little brother" said he Honorable John Rufin
 Don't you know someone who