The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-07-06


The Honorable John Ruffin got back
and slammed his door.
Mr. Gedge-Tomkins bent down over
the somewhat dazed besiegers, envel-
oped the seruffs of their necks in his
voluminous grip, raised them to their
feet, marched them down the stairs.
handed them over to the policeman
in the Tudor Street gateway. and ac-
companied them to the Police Station.
There, On behalf of Pollyooly, he pre-
| ferred against them a charge of as
sault and battery. left them in the
hands of the police. and returned to
! the Temple.
Mr. Montague Fitzgerald's solicitor
came later to make terms. A prose-
cution for assault and battery would
be very injurious to his clients
money-lending business, since repu-
tation for harshness would, above all
| things, lessen 1t more His terms
we're. that if the charge were with
drawn, the Honorable John Rufin
should be allowed to continue to pay
off his Oxford debts by instalments.
The Honorable John Rufin called to
Pollyooly. and when she came, he said
TO his visitor, "Fitzgerald's proposal
is all very well for me: but where
does Mary Bride here come in? 1t
was she who was assaulted and
batted"
"Mr. Fitzgerald commissioned me to
offer her ten pounds as solatium,"
said the lawyer.
Make it twenty" said the Honor
able John RufIln.
But she was not really hurt" said
the lawyer.
There is such thing as nervous
shock" said the Honorable John Ruff
I'm gravely.
"I must say she doesn't look to me
to be suffering from nervous shock, ;"
caid the lawyer, peering at Pollyooly.
DO you mean to say that you don't
see how pale she is?" said the Hon
cradle John Rrfin, with some heat.
Apparently he had for the moment
forgotten that there was never any
color in Poilyooly's clear. pale cheeks,
save en- those rare occasions when
she blushed.
@yory we'll, well make It twenty"
| said the lawyer in panied tone.
Foilyooly smiled like contented
angel.
Pollyooly and the Lump walked
iecorously up Rotten Row; and it
would be hard to say whether their
faces or their attire was the more
put of place in that haunt of fashion.
| An angel child in an oft-washed blue
print frock accompanied by an au-
thentic, but red-haired, cherub seemed
htSr II y>1o w, ~ Il =
sons of breeding smiled with pleasure
when their eyes rested on the two
charming faces, the snobs elevated
their frequently penciled eyebrows at
their shabby dress, and some of them
Inquired of their friends what the po-
lice were thinking of Probably If
the painful truth were known, they
were thinking with longing of the
cooks in the rich kitchens of Park
Lane
Certainly no sense of the unftness
Of her frock marred Pollyooly's pleas
uTe; and she watched the sparkling
scene with the dazzled eyes of coun-
try child. II was the Jumps third
birthday; and she had brought him
thither az a treat. He appeared less
dazzled than she by the splendor
through which he moved, but quite
content
She strolled and he toddled halfway
up TO the Marble Arch; then, think
ing that he had walked far enough,
she led him to tree close to the
path; and they sat sdown, inexpen-
E!vely. on the grass at it's foot.
Presently Pollyooly's eyes fell on a
pretty girl, with the hue of wild roses
IN her cheeks, who was sitting a few
yards away. She was charmingly
dressed in a CONNECTION of light blue;
and beside her sat her sour-faced
mother dressed in much more elab-
crate confection of the same tint.
Pollyooly gazed at her with some
pleasure and more envy for minute
or two, thinking that it must be glo-
I Tious indeed to have such beautiful
clothes and nothing to do but wear
them.
Then voice above Pollyooly's head
said quietly, Little girl. do you think
you could do something for me?"
Pollyooly. startled in her turn, look
ed up 10 find very flne-lo looking
gentleman, as finely dressed as the
Honorable John Ruf1n himself, look
Ing down at her, and hidden by the
trunk Of the tree from the sour-faced
dovager.
PoiIyooly liked his face. 1t was an
honest face. good-natured. and very
Ike that of the Apollo Belyedere. She
did not think indeed that it could
compare with the face of the Honor
able John Ruffn. who, to her eyes,
was the very type OF manly beauty;
and gince her ideal was the clean
shayen, she did not approve of the
niosecropped moustache. But she
found it q nice face, the face of one
% be trusted.
IF / can. SIR" she said amiably.
Well. do you think that you could
give that young lady in blue, sitting
iggt over there. note without any
ons seeing you2" said the gentleman.
III try, sir" said Pollyooly briskly,
Der FIRE lighting up
IN give you half-a,crown II you
saa work II" said the gentleman; and
he took q sIim betting-book from his
pocket, wrote IN It, apparently with
sorae laFof. and tore the leaf out Of it.
Then he gaid, How are you going
- vork it?'
PollyooIy Jared at him with puck
sreG brow. She was child of re-
sourcs, &c indeed one who is facing