The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1913-12-04
DAILY SHORT STORY

Bully for your put in one of the
masculine voices.
chorus OF feminine voices protested
Inadvertently. Polly had stirred a nest
OF hornets. A peculiar little smile lurked
in the corners Of her scarlet lips ana
something Of defiance as well II was
PLAINLY evident that the set into which
she had been dragged considered Il de-
| grading and altogether beneath them 10
son their manicured finger tips in cult
nary art
THE truth OF the matter is. Mis-
] Prue," laughed Lord Henry. "that moi
enc among you can cook a good square
neal"
You are quite right" admitted sybil
| as II she were more than proud of her
| lack.
He is entirely wrong" Polly retorted.
with a smile into Lord Henrys eyes. II
can cook so that even an epicure would
| demand a second dose" She turned to
the interested men and highly displeased
women. IF you Will all stay out of the
kitchen and let me have my way will
have dinner on the table in two hours
"Oh. say" protested the men, I'VE
cannot allow you
Polly smiled a smile that duIled the
aockery OF her retort. But am really
hored sitting mere trying to make small
talk in which am not one whit inter
ested. u will be far happier trying to re-
deem my sex in Lord Henry's skepticai
eyes" She was In the kitchen before An
other word reached her ears.
And while Polly was tripping about
among the pots and pans inceased in
Rigauds great apron, Sybil Carriers
guests laughed and chatted. Underneath
the surface the feeling grew in the
hearts of the women that not one of the
six men had remained true in his allegi-
ance to one woman. Each had swerved
sdddenly toward Polly Prue.
From the Kitchen there came from
time TO time a little soft melody. It was
Lord Henry who listened most eagerly
for the sound and watched for a sight Of
the tawny. sun-kissed head that aeDse
above the white of Rigaud's apron. She
fitted about and the English peer found
himself specializing idly about his estate.
should some one with gray eyes and
tawny hair be fitting about even as
Polly Prue fitted about these club rooms.
1t was he who was commanded to carry
in the great tray with, its odorous roast
of beef: II being deemed too heavy for
the slight maid.
As he lifted the silver tray from Polly's
hands he laughed frankly into her eyes
II am going to send you roses that
must strive in vain to rival the beauties
take you to dinner and the theater for
in the hot kitchen" He turned
and went into the dining room. Polly
Prue felt suddenly giddy. Surely her
heart was not going to give her trouble.
Yet. IL certainly would seem as IL the
smile in Lord Henry's eyes intended to
linger in her mind.
As for the young lord, he experienced
his first thrill since first love days when
he realized that he was carving the roast
that Polly had cooked. The sensation
was startling.
Toward the end of a most perfectly
served dinner it became more than evil
lent that IL Polly were to remain in the
aristocratic circle for more than a few
days, six masculine hearts would be
flung down for her to trample on. She
had proven herself worthy in a hundred
little ways that homage Of the finest was
her due.
It was a scant three weeks before Lord
Henry sailed back to his native land
II could not have lived without you.
my own" he said to some one who stood
within the circle of his arm as the ship
Dlowed her way over a mOonlit sea.
A tawny head pressed against his
shoulder. and. STOPPING. Lord Henry
brushed his lips across Polly's eyes.