The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1911-04-20


and trivial things. chatting like long
time friends. aud he smiled in pleas
ed manner whenever he caught her
looking straight at him.
For half hour this daily visit last
ed Then he would glance at one OF
the nearby clocks. give her hand lit
tie press and hurry back In the di
rection from whence be came. she go
ing over toward Broadway again.
Spring merged into early summer,
and with the coming of warmer days
she appeared more frail and dropping.
| He was alarmed as he noticed her fail
ing health.
Once he asked her if she wasn't
ready to give it all up and go back
home''
NO" she answered. but he detected
a shade of hestancy in her voice.
The Irish cop also saw she was
'lookin' bit piney'' and felt genuine
sympathy for her. He pondered Oh
whom and what they might be. but.
| failing of any reasonable conclusions,
| dismissed them from his mind for
| the time as a pair of ''sintimintal i'd
| jits.'
One day they were sitting on
| bench near the fountain. Two gaudily
! attired girls were coming along one
/ of the walks and must necessarily pass
| them Polly was Immediately covered
| with confusion and prayed inwardly
that they might turn into another
path.
On they came. however They were
of certain exaggerated type of chorus
| girl with which the theatrical profess
| sion is usually afflicted. In high heel
ed shoes they minced their steps. their
| hats were enormous, their gowns were
extreme in fashion. and no effort had
been made to conceal the fact that
compilations and hair were of artificial
coloring.
| Polly glanced away. assuming not
| to see them, but her flaming cheeks
belied her pretense.
| The girls snickered and coughed and
| tried to attract her attention, looking
back until they were out of sight.
"Who are they?' he asked, his voice
sterner than she had ever heard it
before
| "a couple of students at the dramat-
ic school," she replied. with forced in
| difference.
rs that the kind they are where you
are learning to be an actress"
/ all .Af
see
ri go tomorrow and see for my
SELF" he interrupted decisively.
| And he went
The class in dramatic art, in quite
| abbreviated skirts, was engaged at its
| fencing lesson when the unannounced
| visitor strobe into the room.
1t was a big. bare place. the dingy
/ walls hung with cheap prints and
| posters of well known members of the
| theatrical profession. At one end OF
the room was stage with tawdry.
mismatched scenery and dusty fittings.
an ugly and glaring example of sham
representation of art and genius.
| The fencing class. comprised OF "a
couple of dozen, few of whom were
men. was distributed over the main
| floor at regular distances A German
! instructor. perspiring and voluble In
his language. was calling out the
| strokes and Tuning because the class
had stopped and piled its attention on
the newcomer. Several of the girls
ogled him boldly. and the tive who
had seen him with Polly in the park
CHANGED the remark:
.'Polly's angel. Girls. that's Reily's
angev
/, He remained but a minute or two,
taking a cool survey OF the premises
the while EIe had nothing to say to
the attendant who approached him.
| He singled out Polly. and his gaze
| rested steadily upon her for a mo
ment. She resembled lily among a
bunch of carnations. Though she was
blushing painfully at the moment
Then he retreated, saamming the
door after him with an expressive and
very Earring bang.
/ 1t was nearly week before he wis
tied the square again. She went daily.
! and when be didn't appear at the
usual time she looked disappointed.
| the corners of her little mouth drew
down patheticaaly. and she went away.
| He had not called upon her nor even
| so much as written
az thought they'd be havin' fare
| up purity soon." commented the cop.
sThey was too swate altogether to
last"
Then he came again. She was wait
ing. and he greeted her pleasantly.
But sthere was a determined express
sion lin his eyes that troubled her
peace sof mind not little.
| Polly" he said and so loud that
several of the weary hoboes on the
benches woke up and looked around.
you're going home with me tomor-
row."
| Polly started.