Arizona republican., 1911-06-06
.P0LLYO0LY AND THE LUMP
 By Edgar Jepson.
Copyright, 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing Company.
By Edgar Jepson.

with her Pollyooly had not only ex- cellent reason to avoid him, she had also a great distrust of boys in gen. eral: to her they were a savage tribe who pulled your hair when you were not looking, or. when you were. a tribe which rudely called her Ginger" But there was no avoiding him; for 1t was quite impossible for him to conceive, plain as Pollyooly tried to make it, that Marion did not really desire his company.
 Pollyooly was greatly surprised to find that he lacked the hair-pulling habit To her even greater surprise he was most of the time courteous. She was the less surprised therefore to find herself, at the end of couple of days of his society, regarding an indubitable boy with approval, even with liking. She began to find the task of deceiving him not only trying but also ungrateful.
 For his part he was most agreeably surprised by the changes in his cousin. She had acquired an untiring activity which she had before utterly lacked; she displayed a very quick and ob- servant intelligence. She entered into all his pursuits, except riding, with a zest which made her an admirable comrade.
 But for all Pollyooly's wariness, when they were together, Ronald's > face was never for long free from its puzzled air. She could not help the occasional display of an astounding ig- norance. Sometimes he would delib- erately set a trap for her; and IS often as not he caught her His sus- picions grew and grew; but he did not corfde them to anyone. Even if he had been willing to get Pollyooly into trouble, as he was not, he was very strongly of the opinion that all the grown-ups would laugh at him for them. After all, that Marion should be someone else was incredible.
 Then he attained certainty. One afternoon they had wandered into part of the estate new to Pollyooly; and they came out of a wood to sec on a hillside half a mile away windmill with whirling sails.
 "Whatever's that?" cried Pollyooly, startled out of her caution by the sight.
 "Whatever's what?" said Ronald.
 That thing turning round" said Pollyooly, pointing to the windmill.
 That settles it." said Ronald, throw. ing himself down on the turf. If you were Marion, you'd have seen that windmill a dozen times and the wind mill at Wootton Cross a hundred times. You didn't know that it was a windmill; you're not Marion"
 Pollyooly opened her mouth to de clare that she was Marion, but shut ii without uttering a word. She had been carefully trained not to lie; and 1t would not in any case have been easy to her; but she found il almost impossible to lie to Ronald.
 She looked round the landscape rather wildly, seeking inspiration; then she said, Well something must have gone wrong with my memory"
 Rats, You're not Marion: and it's no good pretending you are-to me. Who are you?" said Ronald firmly.
 Pollyooly said nothing; she scowled horribly at the innocent windmill.
 "Now, out with it." said Ronald. "If you tell me straight away. l won't split. I give you my word"
 Pollyooly shook her head: but her puckered brow smoothed little.
 Now come on Whats the good of keeping a secret which isn't a secret?' said Ronald.
 "It all comes of not letting you do all the talking. But it was so sudden that thing going round" said Polly ooly ruefully. You won't really tell anyone?'
 Not a soul" said Ronald.
 Well, I can't tell you who I am. because I mustn't; but I'm not Ma rion," said Pollyooly.
 Where is she?" said Ronald.
 "I don't know where she IS; but she has run away with her mother-eyer SO far-where they'll never, never be found. . I'm just staying here till they've got there safely"
 By love, but this is a game, It's ike a story in a book. You do have tuck" said Ronald enviously. Then he added effectively, Well, I'm glad that kid has got away to her mother. She was rather a rotter; and l never cared much for her, though I believe I'm go- ng to marry her when we grow up. She had a poor time here"
 Fancy having poor time in a place Ike this, She must have been silly" .ried Pollyooly.
 ''I said she was rather rotter. But what am I to call you? I'm not going O call you Marion. She's rather set ne against the name" Pollyooly considered a while It | eemed safe to impart her Christian lame;, and she told him that it was ] dary. adjuring him not to call her by l before anyone.
 "No fear" he said And if did. hey'd never notice. Why. they never Ioticed that you were worth two of iarion and ever so much prettier." Am I?" said Pollyooly with some 
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