Arizona republican., 1911-05-23
AND THE LUMP
Copyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
fishing Company.
BY Edgar Jepson.

1 "cih Abhiuu uulChly, anu IN
knitted his brow and tried to thinI
cut plan
He could think of none: then Polly
| ooly said. Please, sir. if stood clos,
against your oak. and Won had III,
'front.' door nearly shut. when | opened
the oak you could shut il quite befor,
he got in"
You have not only the face of ar
angel, but the brain of a first-clas:
strateglst. You are marvel; but dc
not-oh, do not let it lead you to suf
1raglsm, said the Honorable John
Ruffin; and he rose briskly.
The besieger was taking a rest from
MS labor at the oak, and through the
Ietter-boX Pollyooly saw him leaning
against the banisters. She fattened
herself against the oak: and the Hon.
orable John Rufin nearly closed the
inner door.
Ready" he said.
The oak flew open, like a Jack-in.
the box Pollyooly sprang out onto the
landing, and the Honorable John Ruff.
nm shut the inner door with a snap.
The besieger opened his mouth and
| started forward. Ere? Where?
WHAT he suffered
Pollyooly darted past him into Mr..
| Gedge-Tomkins's door, and slammed it.
The besieger. in a veritable fury,
! fell upon the knocker on the Honor
able John Ruffn's inner door. and piled
| IL with a will
II made a grand noise: but 1t did
not open the door. IL did. however.
seem to interfere with the work of Mr..
Gedge-Tomkins. He rushed down his
passage, bounced onto the landing. and
suddenly beloved into the absorbed
besieger's ear:
What on earth are you doing? What
are you making this Internal row
for?"
The besieger sprang lightly into the
air. The below of Mr.. Gedge-Tom-
kins was OF about the same sound and
volume as the trumpeting of a we'll
grown bull elephant As he landed
on his feet he howled with some spirit:
What's it got to do with you? | am
doing my dooty"
Mr.. Gedge-Tomkins presented 10 him
fist of the size of a small leg OF
lamb, holding it a few inches from
his eyes that he might thoroughly in
spect it. Then he beloved: DO YOU
see what this is? Be OFF. or III do
little knocking on my own account"
The besieger glanced at the fist. and
retired; or, to be exact. skipped half
way down the first fight of stairs.
Then he said: Him ha hortficer of
the Tor. Him serving a writ on this
ere Rutfin." And he brandished a
blue document at Mr.. Gedge-TOmkins.
Serve il, Serve it, But you be
as quiet as a mouse about it-as quiet
as mouse-or I'll push IL down your
throat" beloved Mr.. Gedge-Tomkins:
and he went back into his chambers,
and slammed the door
The besieger wiped his brow with
dirty blue pocket handkerchief. then
stole gingerly up the stairs. and lean
ing against the banisters. resumed his
watch, painting softly. Pollyooly cooked
Mr.. Gedge-Tomkins' breakfast with
uncommon care; she had suddenly be-
gun 10 respect him. Hitherto she had
rather despised him. His refusal, when
he learned of her aunt Hannahs death.
to let her go on acting as his house
keeper. on the ground that she had
deceived him, had ruffled her sensi-
bilities, and his surrender after three
weeks of the ministrations of a gen
uine Temple housekeeper. had not
raised him in her estimation. She
had considered him merely an earnest.
taciturn, hard-working barrister: she
had never dreamed that he was a man
of violence. II took her girlish fancy.
Her troubles. however, were by no
means over; for his little alteration
with Mr.. Gedge-Tomkins seemed 70
have braced all the logged English
in ha trO
highes: pitch; and he had apparently
made up his mind to stay the day. At
twelve O'Clock he was waiting still.
and Pollyocly was growing more and
more anxious about the Lump. She
was sure that the Honorable John
Ruffin would look after him-not that
he needed much looking after. But
his dinner hour was approaching. and
her instinct warned her that her kind
hearted employer would give him in
things to eat, and then have
him i'll on his hands all the after
noon. She cudgelled and cudgelled
her brains for some method of getting
back into her own quarters without
letting in the besieger; but she could
find none.
Even her natural serenity could not
SJdnO tne strain OF Ner Olre lmaRln-
ings; and by quarter past one she
had worked herself into fever OF
anxiety. Then the happy idea came
She ran up to the attic above Mr..
Gedge-Tomkins' sitting room, opened
the window, and looked out.
The window of her own attic was
fifteen feet away, and open. The slope
Of the roof was not very steep; also.
II she did slip. there was a broad
gutter: and she thought it looked
strong She took off her shoes, slipped
out of the window. and tested the grip
Of her feet on the tiles. Her feet
gripped them firmly. for the course Of
time had worn away their original
seventeenth century smoothness. and
many little tufts of lichen helped to
hold the sole. She began to crawl.
firmly. in a course slanting slightly
upwards. to her own window
OF course, a policeman. having moth
ing else to do, espied her in her peril
BUS transit, and with all the intelli-
gence of his force and race shouted
1t her PollyOoly had perfect nerves.
but it was just as well at the moment
hat she did not hear him; though in
Iced she was not thinking at all OF |
he danger. only of getting as quickly |
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