Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1915-09-02
POLLY And TAE FAIRIES
BY EDGAR wrLLsIE.
Copyright, 1915. by the Mcclure Newspa-
Der SyndicateD

ROXY ANDREWS came DOWN the uarh
stairs hlImming a little tune.
you're happy this morning, Miss
Andrews said her landlady from an
open doorway.
Il have a holiday, Mrs. Jones-a
whole day to myself am going into
the country and who knows, | may
meet fairy who will change all my
life. Do you believe in fairies. Mrs.
Jones?" she asked mschievously.
81 don't believe in nothing I don't
see, and you're more likely to meet a
tramp than anyone else" said Mrs.
tones gloomily.
| Polly laughed and went out into the
blazing sunshine. The pavements
we're hot and there was not even q
cooling Whit of air
She boarded car and went to the
Pennsylvania station. There she
bought a ticket for a Long island vii
lage whose name sounded agreeable
and, forty-five minutes later, Polly An
drews was leaving the station and
hurrying toward fields of waving
daisies, for there was a strong breeze,
with a glimpse of blue water In the
distance.
Presently she left her hat, parasol
and lunch beneath tree and pumped
herself down in the midst Of the sea
Of daisies.
The breeze ruffled her golden hair
and the sun glinted on its fine strands
In her pale blue frock Polly Andrews
was a picture fair to see.
please lift your head a little
here. 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
-apidly sketching before an easel.
Are you drawing my picture?" in
luired Polly, in a freezing tone.
81 have finished it. If you insist"
he said gravely, Il will destroy it, but
it was really too tempting-just the
hing for a magazine cover"
I'm afraid you'll have to find an
other 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 a lazily graceful
young man. His clothes were rather
worn and shabby, and she wondered
Il ne might not be very poor indeed.
Perhaps he actually needed the money
he would get for that picture!
Here it is" he said, placing the
sketch in her hands.
Polly looked at it gravely. How
clever he must be to transfer the sum
mer day and Polly herself to paper!
Il suppose-it wouldn't make much
difference if you destroyed it?" haz
arded Polly.
He nodded. at would make a diff.
ference" he admitted. 81 wish you
would give me permission to finish it"
Polly looked at his shabbness-his
lark, eager face-and laid the picture
n his hand.
Il hope it may bring you good
luck" she said simply.
You are a brick!" he cried warmly.
Il just knew I'd meet fairies today
and have some good luck!"
"Then you believe in fairies, too?"
asked Polly. 81 came out here to
lnd them. This is my holiday"
"They have found you all right"
said the artist confidently. do you
mind telling me about your holi-
day?"
Polly told him. and after he had
talked a little about the flowers and
the views from a nearby hill he lifted
his hat and went away.
The rest of the day seemed quite
dull and lonely but Polly finished
her daisy chain for Mrs. Jones and
ate her lunch.
The next morning Polly returned
to her desk at Brown Brothers, but
the memory OF her holiday fingered
with her many a day when the office
was hot and stuffy.
One September morning a book
keeper In Polly's office laid a 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
ner-Alex. Bedan.
Alex Bedan-Pollys heart thumped
poisily Why, she had heard OF him.
He was a 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 a 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
in the daisy field on the Bedan es