Arizona republican., 1912-04-11
POllyOoly and
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By Edgar JepsOn
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civilized" said the Honorable John Ruffin. The fine old English spirit is dying out; and they're afraid of gel. ting into the papers. But evidently
 what is needed is the giving of les sons; and the proper person to give them is fierce small boy-Irish for choice-one who is always and nobly spelling for a fight Unfortunately have not fierce small boy to hand: but, thank goodness! there are still red Deepings left in England,"
 What is red Deeping?" said Mrs. Gibson.
 The red Deepings are an old Eng fish race-very fierce and cantanker- ous. My little cousin Pollyooly here ii red Deeping'
 "Oh, do you think she could?" said Mrs. Gibson eagerly.
 Yes, l think she could" said the Honorable John Rufin Come here Pollyooly."
 Pollyooly came; and he felt her bl- ceps carefully Then he said:
 Didn't MT. Vance tell me a story of boy called Henry Wiggins whom you found disrespectful and taught man. ners?"
 Pollyooly flushed faintly: but she said bravely, in an explanatory tone. ''Oh, Henry Wiggins is quite easy, if you get him by the hair first
 T should think that Henry Wiggins was far more active and difficult boy in a fight than this fat little Prince" said the Honorable John Ruff fin.
 The Prince has very short hair" said Pollyooly in the grave tones of one weighing the chances of battle
 He is cropped. The Prussians have no esthetic sense" said the Hon orable John Ruffin in a disparaging tone. But I should think that you could get over the difficulty of the hair"
 "Oh, yes; I'm sure I could,' said Pollyooly; and her deep blue eyes be gan to shine May I smack him if he interferes with us?"
 Not on any account unless l am at hand" said the Honorable John Rufin quickly "I have a deep, patriotic dis trust of the chivalry of Prussian Bar. ons. l do not think that this one could be trusted to see fair play. You might have a Baron on your hands as we'll as Prince; and it might be too much for a red Deeping of your size A Prince at a time should be your motto"
 "It would be very amusing" said Mrs. Gibson; and her eyes danced.
 You shall see it," said the Honor able John Ruffin amiably. Unbiased spectators of scene are always desir. able: and it won't be difficult to ar. range your presence. for the business will need little stage-managing. You watch the Prince, Pollyooly. and see how far he goes down the beach. so that we can arrange the exact place for his instruction"
 The next day Pollyooly followed the Prince to the end of his royal prog ress twice; and she was hopeful of provoking the fight for which she yearned without difficulty, for he never saw her without scowling upon her darkly.
 On the second day the Honorable John Ruffin returned from his golf in time to lunch with them, and in- formed Pollyooly that he proposed to go down to the sands with them. They found Mrs. Gibson with her children: and she accompanied them to the spot al which the Prince usually turned in his course Twenty yards beyond 1t the Honorable John Ruffin bade Polly ooly build q castle; and then he and Mrs. Gibson went and sat down under the se1-wall forty yards away, and fell into polite conversation. As they left her, the Honorable John Ruftn's last words to Pollyooly were:
 Il don't forbid you to scratch him. Scratching is harmonius with the fe- male nature"
 The statement afforded Mrs. Gibson grounds for the beginning of their po- lite conversation
 Pollyooly and the Lump worked steadily away at the building of the castle. Pollyooly did the digging; now and again the Lump would pat the walls placidly. They had been at work for rather more than half an hour, and the castle was already be- ginning to wear the rotund air so dear to the eye of the builder when the Prince came in sight. | Pollyooly's joyful heart beat high. He was slouching along nearly fifty yards in front of the fragrant Baron; and since there were children to annoy all the way, he came but slowly. It gave Pollyooly time to lead the Lump half way to Mrs Gibson. and send him tod | ding the rest. She was back at her | castle. and al work again when the l Prince caught sight of her. -.
 He stopped short, his unhasly mind slowly taking in the situation. That | she should be working in loneliness. | thirty yards beyond the line of nurses | and children along the beach, seemed 1 too good to be true. Then his unhur- | rying mind grasped the fact that 1t | was true; his heart blazed in his l bosom: he threw back his head, and | had his nose beenlarger he would have | sniffed the breeze like a war-horse. | He advanced upon her in quick. l slouch.
 Pollyooly saw his eager advance; but | she affected not to see it. She was | eager for the fray, but fearful lest | display Of that eagerness should dash | the royal courage; moreover, she | wished the Prince to be fiagrantly the | ageressor She worked at the further | wall of the castle with her back to | him. A fray was the last thing the | Prince looked for There had been | but one fray in his sheltered life; with 1 a brother Prince carelessly admitted to his society A fray with child l not of the blood royal was beyond | dreaming. He sprang onto the castle wall and began to stamp and kick a ! breach in it with furious but clumsy | energy