The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-04-14

is improbable that an obServant child
of twelve, who had passed the seven
standards at Muttle Deeping school,
could have been mistaken in a matter
of that kind. The habit may have
borne witness to the goodness of his
conscience, or it may not; 1t may
merely have been a by-product of an
excellent digestion; but that morning
II seemed to her that he chanted more
loudly and with finer gusto than
usual
She was not surprised, therefore,
when she brought in his carefully
grilled bacon, at his saying in a very
cheerful tone:
'T have had a windfall, Miss Bride
"a windfall Of thirty-f1ve pounds. It
fell out of an auction-bridge tree-a
game you do not understand-and it
has made the heat-wave, which ought
to be called the heat.fiood, more un-
bearable than ever. Therefore I have
resolved to go away to the sea-"
Eyes, SIR" said Pollyooly In a tone
Of amiable congratulation.
But her face fell a little; for
though the departure of the Honorable
John Rufin meant that she would have
less work, it also meant that she
would have to spend more on food for
herself and her little brother the
Lump, since the Honorable John Ruff
fin did not eat all his bread or drink
all his milk; and there was often half
a cake with which he refused to con-
tinue his afternoon tea on the ground
that II was stale
But the thing that has kept me SO
long in London submerged in the heat
flood has not been so much the want
of money (I have had enough for my
own escape), as the great bacon diff
Guilty" he said and paused.
Eyes, SIR" said Pollyooly.
But thanks to this windfall, I can
get over that difficulty by taking you
to the sea to grill my bacon for me,
and your little brother to keep you
occupied while you are not grilling it,
that Satan may not find some mischief
still for idle hands to do"
Pollyooly's large blue eyes opened
very wide; and her mouth opened, too.
"Oh, sir. me and the Lump-Roger,
sir!" she said in hushed, breathless
voice of incredulous rapture.
you and Roger Roger and the sea
were made for one another | look to
see him an admiral one of these days.
1t is time that England had a red.
headed admiral; I'm tired of these
drab-haired ones. It is my patriotic
duty to give him a taste for the sea
earlyH
"Oh, thank you, sir" said Pollyooly
In tone Of profound gratitude.
We will go to Pyechurch. There's
an old family servant of ours at Pye-
church. ! made her life burden to
her when was young; and conse-
quently, with true womanliness, she
has always entertained the strongest
affection for me. It would be no use
taking you to any other lodgings, be-
cause you wouldn't be allowed to grill
my bacon for me. But Mrs. Wilson
knows that l must be humored; and
humored shall be. Also she will look
after you while am playing golf at
Littlestone-not that I have ever
known you to need looking after"
"Oh, sir, it loiH be NIGEL" said Polly.
ooly. still somewhat breathless.
The Honorable John Rufin smiled at
her amiably.
This morning we will pack; this
afternoon we will co." he said.
Pollyooly had to slip up to their at
tic at once to tell the Lump, who was
playing there peacefully, the splendid
news, though he was too young to I'M
derstand it. She moved about on very
light, dancing feet; and as soon as she
had washed up the breakfast things
she packed their small wardrobes in a
little portmanteau, relic of the days
when the great-aunt who had brought
them up had been housekeeper at
Deeping Hall.
Then the Honorable John Rufin,
having finished his cigar and Morning
Post, summoned her to help him pack;
and for while she observed his
fashion of doing so with pain and dis
may. He put his clothes in the port
manteau anyhow and crushed them
firmly down.
Standing painfully now on one leg
and now on the other, she endured the
sight for several minutes; then she
said. "oh, please, sir; you'd better let
me do it."
why? What's wrong with my way
OF doing it?" said the Honorable John
Rufin in some surprise
Look how you're crumpling your
shirts, sir" said Pollyooly
Have 1t your own way. Deal with
1t yourself" said the Honorable John
Rutfn airily.
He lighted a cigar and watched
Pollyooly take the clothes out of the
portmanteau and replace them neatly
with a due regard to space. finding
room for dozen things which he had
been forced to leave out. Then he
said:
Always fresh accomplishments,
Miss Bride. If you go on at this rate,
you will certainly go down to posterity
Is the Admirable Pollyooly.'
He sent down to the Inner Temple
kitchen for his lunch; and Pollyeoly
gave the Lump his dinner. She ate
little herself; she was too excited
They drove, proudly, in a taxicab to
Cannon Street Station; and they
travelled proudly, first-class.
The Honorable John Ruffin had
bought picture papers for the two
children and a novel for himself, and
now and again he paused in his read
ing to observe them. 1t was always
q pleasure to man of his esthetit
sensibility to gaze at the angel face Of
Pollyooly and at that red.headed but
authentic cherub, the Lump. AS the,
ran through London. curiously curlec
round the Lump. she was busy show