Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-07-07

he had aroused suspicion In her heart.
spoiled her dream. plucked the petals
from her rose OF romance What had
Polly Imagined the most terrible things
and none was more terrible than this
he might be married. In that case his
| whole attitude became that OF a COM
mon fiirt and Polly had been reared to
| For the remainder Of the afternoon
Polly's spirit teetered between the
depths OF despair and the heights OF
hope. Tea time found her pale and
pink eyed. and her father. coming homo
wan and dusty from the grocery store,
saw her with d!sapproval.
What's the matter with this girl?"
he demanded Of Poliys plump: COM
she been doing TO make her look like
this?'
why. she sewed all the afternoon. You
sewed. didn't. you. darling3 ! was out
| making calls"
That's it! Sewing! All bumped up over
| some unnecessary piece OF fnery instead
| OF being out In the air. After tea, miss.
you put on your bonnet and go some
you looking like this. Do you hear?
So after tea Polly put on her white hat.
How could she gossip and eat Chocolates
| feeling as she did? Instead she want into
the park and sat down on one of the
| benches to think things out In solitude
| and utter disconsolation.
She sat there for ten minutes perhaps
before she became aware that she was
no longer alone. Somebody else had en-
! tered the little green place and seated
himself upon another bench not far s.
tant 1t was Bobby Blaine. postman.
who looked rather nice in new gray
suit and real panama hat He. too.
| seemed unhappy about something. III
| came TO Polly that all the people In the
world ought not to be miserable just be.
cause she was Perhaps her treatment
of him that very afternoon when he
| brought the mail had saddened him
somewhat. He was really nice boy.
even II nc was nothing but an ordinary
| postman- As for the rest. misery likes
company. So she called softly:
Bobby Blaine, you come over here"
| He came instantly, and sat heavily
down beside her For few moments
he remained silent Suddenly with de-
termined sauaring OF the shoulders he
turned and looked her in the face. POL
". he said. "Eustace yane is fraud. !
about Eustace Vane? He went on
There isn't any such person. It 8 all a
blame for it."
Yes. l ought to be kicked all around
the park. But IT was an awful tempta-
ton. II you'd ever been in love you'd
know That my only excuse. Polly.
Look here!" He snatched forth his watch
and showed her inside the case the pic.
ture she had sent to Eustace Vaie
Doesn't that prove It? I wanted you
! Polly. SO much and when those people
| forwarded me your first letter I seemed
| 10 have chance; l took it. II was low
| and mean and unworthy Of me- / want
ed to tell you this afternoon. l tried
And more. | wanted to tell that I've
given up mp job as postman. TODAY Il
my last day. I'm going into the writ ms
business heavy and-but, oh Lord. what
Is the use? You'll never forgive me" He
looked at her despairingly. You II never
| forgive me- en- Polly?"
Polly sobbed behind her damp hand.
kerchief. 1T was awfully mean In you.'
she said. ''and l don't suppose / ough,
to, but"
| You wlll?' breathed Bobby, snatchina
at hope.
Polly nodded and choked. Maybe. .
| she murmured.
(THE ENID