Arizona republican., 1911-05-26

out 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 | but ill-piaced in il: and though per 1 sons of breeding smiled with pleasure 1 when their eyes rested on the two ! charming faces. the snobs elevated
 their frequently penciled eyebrows al ! their shabby dress and some of them l inquired of their friends what the DO lice were thinking Of. Probably IT ! 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 unfitness ! Of her frock marred PollyoOlys pleas uIe. and she watched the sparkling
 scene with the daZzled eyes of coun-
 try child. IL was be Lump's third l birthday: and she had brought him ! thither as a treat. He appeared less , dazZlcd than she by the splendor
 through which he moved, but quite ] content
 i She strolled and he toddled halfway i up 10 the Marble Arch: then, think 1 ing that he had walked far enough, she led him 10 a tree close 10 the path: and they sat down, tneXpen- ! sively. on the grass at Its foot . Presently Pollyooly's eyes fell on a pretty girl. with the hue of wild roses in her cheeks. who was sitting few wards away She WAS charmingiy l dressed in a confection of light blue; and beside her sat her sour-faced mother dressed in a 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 if must be glo- ! rious indeed to have such beautiful i clothes and nothing to do but wear | them.
 Then a voice above POllyooly's head | said quietly. Little girl, do you think you could do something for me?" Ponyooiy. startled in her turn. look ed up 10 find q very ine-looking ! gentleman. as finely dressed as the Honorable John Rufin himself, look lu@ down al her. and hidden by the runk of inc tree from the sOur-faced | doWager.
 Polyooly liked his face It was an honest face. gOod-natuTed, and very ! like that of the Apollo Belyedere. She did no- think indeed that it could compare with the face of the Honor ! able John Ruffin. who. 10 her eyes. was he very type of manly beauty; and since her ideal was the clean haven. she did not approve of the l clOse-cropped mOustache. But she found IL a nice face, the face of one to be trusted
 If can. sir" she said amiably.
 Well. do you think that you could give that young lady in blue, sitting | just over there. a note without any { one seeing you?" said the gentleman. I'll try. sir" said Pollyooly briskly, her face lighting up.
 m give you half-a-crown if you [ can work it." said the gentleman; and 1 ha took a slim betting-book from his rOcl5t. wrote in it. apparently with some labor. and tore the leaf out of II. Then he said. How are you going | to work it2''
 Pollyo5lv eazed at him with puck | cred brow She was a child of re- 1 source. as indeed one who is facing the world at The age of twelve, with
 d Dauy brother to support, needs to be. But no risks must be taken in the 1 matter of earning half-a-crown. Then ! her face frightened; and she said. ! Do you want those violets very much, 1 sir! If you don't. l could stick the 1 note in yhe middle Of them, and no 1 body could see it.
 "Rippin' idea, That's just where l
 wanted the violets TO go when I bought
 them on the chance. She likes vio- 1 lets better than any flowers" said the l gentleman. | With that he took them out of his 1 buttonhole and gave them to her. 1 Then he looked cautiously round the ! trunk The pretty girl was watching 1 him coyertly. He held out the note 1 tor her to see and pointed to Polly | ooly. Pollyooly united the violets with : deft fingers; set the note in the nid-
 de Of them and tied them mp again. | The pretty girl watched her with | sparkling eyes.
 1 Then she looked at the pretty girl
 thoughtfully. and said: T may as well | do it now. sir"
 Right you are. She's tumbled to
 it all right" said the gentleman eagerly. When you've given them to her, walk straight on, and I'll catch you up
 Pollyooly rose, took the Lump by | the hand. and sauntered towards the ! pretty girl. Two yards from her she | said 10 the Lump. Give these flowers ! to the pretty lady, Lump dear" And 1 she gave him the violets The Lump toddled lip to the chairs. But he was of too tender years 10 be
 a judge of female beauty; and he pre- ! sented the violets 10 the sourfaced | dowaGer.
 She sniffed in manner We are Ilt- | tie used 10 associate with our aris- l tocracy. and eyed the gift with cold ! scorn. The pretty girl bent hastily | forward and took them.
 Thank you, you dear little boy" she said
 "Grizel! What thing to do." cried | the mother. Taking flowers from l red-headed little beggar. They're in- | fectioas, I'm sure of it! Throw them away at once!"
 Hes quite a clean little boy; and the violets are quite fresh said the l pretty girl: and she put the shilling she had ready into the Lump's Tat ! little hand
 "A shilling" cried her mother. 1 shilling for tupenny bunch of vio- | lets, If that's the way you waste your 1 allowance. no wonder you're always hard up at the end of the month! Be-
 sides. it's encouraging begging-bare-