Arizona republican., 1911-06-14
POLLYOOLY AND THE LUMP
Copyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
fishing Company.
BY Edgar Jepson.

! let Pollyooly risk the descent But
Pollyooly was bent on going; she
twisted out of the Esmeralda's detain
ing arms, slipped out of the window
and began to let herself down. For
the first few feet she found il fairly
easy, but the clumsy rope was toe
thick for her little hands. and she
could not get a grip on II with her
feet. Her hands began to slip, and
when knot checked her slipping, the
tug seemed as if il would wrench her
arms out of their sockets. Once or
twice, too. her slipping hand grazed
the wall, and it hurt her cruelty. For.
tunately, nearly two-thirds of the way
down, her foot struck on a ledge at the
top of the window on the lower floor
1t checked her slipping; she found a
foothold with the other foot and pulled
herself into position in which,
standing on the ledge, she could rest
her arms. There she stood resting for
a good three minutes; then she con-
tinued the descent. There was not far
to go, but she came to the ground with
a good deal of a jar.
She stood still for moment, a little
dazed. Then she twisted her handker-
chief round her bleeding knucllles, and
started 10 run across the lawn TO the
wood.
She was halfway across it when a
sharp bark made her heart leap into
her mouth, and the Esmeralda cried.
The dog The dog! Run, Pollyooly.
Rum"
Pollyooly did not run; she knew too
much about dogs. She stopped short,
turned, and stood still. facing Rufus.
who came leaping across the lawn.
Ten feet away from her he paused,
growing, then recognized her and
came forward wagging his tail.
She patted him, turned and was
walking quietly into the wood, when
there came a human howl from one
of the bedroom windows. She bolted
into the wood, Rufus lopeing along by
her side, but she had hardly vanished
when the Esmeralda saw an extraordi.
narily active set of blue silk pajamas
cross the lawn in a series of violent
bounds. They were surmounted by
yellow face from which proceeded
roars of fury.
Pollyooly struck a path and raced
down it as hard as she could go. In
her native village of Muttle- Deeping
she had acquired the swiftness of
small ATLANTA, but in the decorous eff
fort TO maintain the dignity Of heI
position of housekeeper TO the Hon.
orable John Rufiin, she had lost some
Of her pace, and presently she real
lied that the yells Of fury were draw.
ing nearer. She kept on. however. till
but bounding feet, close behind;
then she turned, while she had some
breath left for vocal defense and
(aware that woman's chief armor
is her shriek) she uttered a long
drawn, piercing scream.
With a last shout of triumph, the
Yellow Peril bounded up 10 her. but il
was at the very moment that he
stretched out his hand TO grab his
prey that Rufus bit him severely in
the left leg
That's it, Sick him, Rufus! Sick
ivpf pria n
seize an opportunity; and instantly
Rufus bit him severely in the right
leg. :,
The Yellow Peril uttered a yell of
quite another quality, expressive of a
very exact blend of surprise. dismay.
and pain; and there was q wonderful
whirl of blue silk pajamas as he with
drew from the danger zone. Then he
stood on his left leg and caressed his
right, and then on his right leg and
caressed his left, while there poured
from his lips a steady stream of the
most sibilant South American to the
accompaniment of an eager. but fero-
cious, snarling from the dancing Ru.
fus.
Neither of them had reached any
thing like the end of their vocabula-
ries when there burst from the bushes
an uncommonly large gentleman in
velveteen who looked as IL his natural
foridness had been heightened by
haste.
Ere, Wot's all this shouting and
yelling about a disturbing of my
pheasants?" he cried in tones of terri
bic wrath.
Its this beastly Mr. Perez" cried
Pollyooly in an equal but less roaring
wrath. He's carried off the Esmer-
alta; and he's locked us up in his
house in this wood And | got away;
and Rufus has bitten him; and 1t
serves him right"
THE Hesmeralda? 'er wot the re-
wards for?" cried the gentleman in
velyeteen who was a constant reader
of the Daily Express. Here! You
come along o. me- This is a pleece |
job. That's wot this is
In honest, but broken English. the |
Yellow Peril babe him go to the devil. |
"Wot? Me, Me go to the devil?"
cried the gentleman in velveteen, in |
shocked tones, for he was the peoples |
church-warden. You come along o.
mel"