The Irish standard., 1915-07-24
POLLY and TIE FAIRIES
BY EDGAR WlLLSIE.
Copyright. 1915. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)


kCopyright 1915. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate)
Polly Andrews came down the dark
Stars humming little tune.
You're happy this morning, Miss
Andrews" said her landlady from an
open doorway.
Il have holiday, Mrs. Jones-a
whole day to myself. am going into
the country and. who knows, l may
meet a fairy who will change all my
life. Do you believe in fairies, Mrs.
pones?" she asked mischievously. Il
Il don't believe in nothing I don't
pee, and you're more likely to meet a,
tramp than anyone else," said Mrs.
Jones gloomily.
! Polly laughed and went out into the
blazing sunshine. The pavements
were hot and there was not even al
cooling Whit of air.
+ She boarded car and went to the
Pennsylvania station. There she
bought a ticket for Long island vii
lage whose name sounded agreeable
and. forty-tive minutes later, Polly An
lrews was leaving the station and
hurrying toward fields of waving
daisies, for there was strong breeze
with glimpse of blue water in the
distance.
Presently she left her hat, parasol,
hnd lunch beneath tree and pumped
herself down in the midst of the sea,
bf daisies.
The breeze rullled her golden hair
and the sun glinted on it's fine strands.j
I'm her pale blue frock Polly Andrews
WAS a picture fair to see. I
please lift your head little
there, that is just right-just hold the
pose for an instant"
Polly's chin jerked up and her blue
eyes haughtily regarded the young
man under her apple tree who was
Rapidly sketcling before an easel.
Are you drawing my picture2" in
Huired Polly, in freezing tone.
II have finished it. If you insist"
he said gravely, II will destroy it, but,
It was really too tempting-just the
thing for magazine cover"
I'm afraid you'll have to find an
pther idea" decided Polly, but
should like to see it first before you
destroy it,"
He came across the space and,
Watching him, Polly thought she had
never seen such lazily GRACEFUL
young man. His clothes were rather
worn and shabby, and she wondered
he might not be very poor indeed.
Perhaps he actually needed the money,
be would get for that pictured!
Here it is" lie said, placing the
sketch in her hands.
Polly looked at it gravely. How
clever lie must be to transfer the sum
mer day and Polly herself to paper!
II suppose-it wouldn't make much
difference II you destroyed it?" haz-I
hrded Polly.
He nodded. ut would make diff.
Ference" he admitted. II wish you
would give me permission to finish It,"
Polly looked at his shabbiness-his
dark, eager face-and laid the pictur
in his hand
Il hope it may bring you good
luck" she said simply.
"You are brick!" he cried warmly.
" just knew Id meet fairies today
bnd have some good luck!"
"Then you believe in fairies, too?"
psked Polly. II came out here to
find them. This is my holiday"
"They have found you all right"
said the artist confidently. DO you
mind telling me about your holi-
ilay?" !
Polly told him, and after he had
Talked a little about the flowers and
The views from nearby hill he lifted
bis hat and went away.
The rest Of the day seemed quite
dull and lonely. but Polly finished
her daisy chain for Mrs. Jones and
hte her lunch.
The next morning Polly returned
10 her desk at Brown Brothers, but
the memory Of her holiday fingered
with her many day when the office
was holland stuffy.
One September morning q book
keeper In Pollys office laid we'll
known woman's magazine on the desk.
There's your double, Miss An
drews," laughed Miss Reed.
Polly stared down at the picture Of
herself among the daisies.
The artists name was in the cor
her-Alex. Bedan.
Alex. Bedan-Polly's heart thumped
noisily. Why, she had heard of him.
He was great illustrator He
couldn't be her poor and needy paint
er of the shabby clothes!
Nevertheless he was. A few days
afterward a motor car stopped at
Mrs. Jones' door and very charm-
ing young woman asked for Miss An,
drews.
When Polly appeared the stranger
introduced herself as Miss Bedan."
She said that her brother was an art,
ist and had sketched Polly's picture
i'm the daisy field on the Bedan es-
tate. The Bedans wanted Polly to
come and spend the week end with
them.
The original drawing of "Polly
Among the Daisies" hangs in Alex.
Redan's study, and he points to IL
with pride, and says:
"This picture of my wife is the best.
thing I've ever DONE"
When Mrs. Jones left the church
after Polly's wedding she wiped away,