Arizona republican., 1911-06-15
POLLYO0LY AND THE LUMP
 By Edgar Jepson.
Copyright, 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing Company.

uaO not the 1eIlOW Herll, III WnOSe mind the recent actions of Rufus were very present, bitten the ear of the gentleman in velveteen. This disre- gard of the rules laid down by Lord Queensberry so exasperated that gen, tleman that his roars of injured feel, ing made the wood one echoing bel low; and it inspired him to such prow- ess that he toppled the Yellow Peril over, got on the top of him. wrenched his hands free, and pounded his speak ing, or, to be exact. bowling, features till his yellow-cushion cheeks were a lively purple and his little eyes con- siderably smaller than nature had made them. After proceeding thus for some minutes, he sat on him. resting and hopping his florid brow. Then he lugged him to his feet and hauled him off through the Vood, his yellow skin shining with a strange esthetic silk pajamas
 Pollyooly walked along by the side of them with a joyful heart, telling her rescuer the details of their story; and they came out of the wood to a good-sized village. It was some time before they awoke the village police man. He handcuffed the Yellow Peril, and restored him to responsibility by wrapping his overcoat round him. But he refused firmly to rescue the Esmer. aida from foreigners, probably armed with lethal weapons, till he should nave procured endorsements from Watford to make a proper job of it.
 Pollyooly went of for a stroll in he meadows and gathered a large bunch of flowers to take home to the Lump. She was al the post-Ofice in lime for its opening. and had sent off 1er wires before the policeman came to wire for aid. Then, as the Esmer- aida had bidden her, she went to the village inn and ordered breakfast As she ate that well-earned meal. she was attended by the local worthies. the parson. the clerk the schoolmaster. the butcher, the baker. and the publi. can, to whom she related the story of the kidnapping.
 She had not long finished it when a motor car rushed into the village, and the Honorable John Ruffin alighted from II. cool and composed as ever but with a dangerous glint in his eyes In two minutes he had the policeman and the gamekeeper in the tonneau POllyooly on the seat beside him, and was ripping of 10 the house in the wood.
 The front door stood open: there were no sounds of life in the house The subordinate kidnappers had taken fright at the disappearance of their chief and departed in the Yellow Per. iPs motor car.
 The Honorable John Rufin bolted up the stairs. turned the key in the lock of the Esmeralda's door, and ham mered on it. At the sound of his voice bidding her open it, she drew the bolts and appeared on the thresh- old. smiling with shining eyes. On the instant. the Honorable John Ruff fin picked her up and kissed her.
 "Mr. Rufini" cried the scarlet Els meralda, in a tone of indignant hor- TOT.
 "Pardon-pardon-m mistake-the effect of emotionaH excitement-the thought that once more my bacon will be grilled by Pollyooly." said the Hon. orable John Ruffin, setting her gently down.
 As if anything ever could excite you," said the Esmeralda, in a tone of indignant unbelief.
 Then she smiled.
 Then she questioned him with ami nation about the effect of her disap- pearance on her friends and the man. ager of the Varolium and the news papers; and he told her of furies and settlements and headlines of huge. size and special editions and throngs of amateur detectives. She was de- lighted by his narrative.
 They decided to breakfast in town; and leaving the policeman and the gamekeeper at the empty house, hunt ing for evidence. they got into the car and started.
 Five miles on the road to London they met the first motor car full of Journalists: soon they met another, and then another. Their entry into the great city partook of the nature of a triumphal procession. Breakfast was a series of interviews; and that with the manager of the Varolinm was sin gularly affecting: he was only re- strained by force from throwing him. self on the Esmeralda's neck and dis solving into tears of joy. All were loud in execration of the Yellow Peril, and full of the deadly justice the Law would mete out to him. But the fail ure of the police to procure direct evi- dence of his complicity in the kidnap- ping, as set forth in the columns of the Times, proved that they overrated the Law, for he sailed gloomy but free to his congenial Montevideo.
 The needful photographing of the heroines of the affair further delayed them and it was noon before Polly ooly and the Honorable John Ruffn reached the Temple.
 When she had sufficiently embraced the Lump. the Honorable John Ruffn said: Well. alPs we'll that ends we'll, Pollyooly. But let this teach you that, once on the stage. you must be pre- pared for anything"
 Yes, sir" said Pollyooly in grave