The L'Anse sentinel., 1915-10-09
POLLY llD Tue FAIRIES
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| Folly Andrews came down the dark
stairs humming q little tune.
i you're happy this morning, Miss
Andrews" said her landlady from an
open doorway.
II have . holiday. Mrs. Jones--a
whole day to myself. I am going into
the country and. who knows, may
meet Z fairy who VIII change all my
life. Do you believe In fairies. Mrs.
4 Jonesf" she asked mischievously.
] Il don't believe In nothing don't
see, and you're more likely to meet .
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 q
cooling whif of air.
| She boarded car and went to the
Pennsylvania station. There she
bought ticket for Long island vii
lage whose name sounded agreeable
and. forty-fve minutes later, Polly An
drews 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
and lunch beneath tree and pumped
herself down in the midst Of the sea
Of daisies.
The breeze rufied her golden hair
and the sun glinted on its fine strands.
In her pale blue frock Polly Andrews
was q picture fair to see.
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 sketching before an easel.
Are you drawing my picture?" In
Quired Polly, in freezing tone.
II have finished It. II you insist"
he said gravely. Il will destroy 1t. but
It was really too tempting-just the
thing for a magazine cover"
I'm afraid you'll have to find an
other idea." decided Polly. but l
should like to. .see 1T 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
II he might not be very poor indeed.
Perhaps he actually needed the money
be 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!
II suppose-it wouldn't make much
difference II you destroyed it," haz-
arded Polly.
He nodded. 1T would make diff
ference" he admitted. Il wish you
would give me permission to finish It,"
4 Polly looked at his shabbiness-
dark, eager face-and laid the picture
In his hand.
Il hope It may bring you good
luck" she said simply.
~You are brick!" he cried warmly.
1T just knew I'd meet fairies today
and have some good luck!"
-Then you believe in fairies, toof"
asked Polly. II came out here to
dnd them. This ID my holiday"
.They have found you al right"
said fhe artist eonildently. do you
nand telling me about your holi-
ldayf~ x
Polly told him. and after he had
talked q little about the flowers and
tho views from . 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
10 her desk at Brown Brothers. but
the memory Of her holiday fingered
with her many . day when the once
SAa hotvand. stuffys
One September morning book
keeper In Polly's ONCE 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
ner-Alex. Bedan-
| Alex. Bedan Polly's heart thumped
i noisily. Why. she had heard Of him.
He was great illustrator. He
couldn't be her poor and needy paint
er Of the shabby clothesi
i Nevertheless he was. a few days
afterward . motor car stopped at
Mrs.. Jones door and very charm
ing young woman asked for Miss An
ldrevs.
/ When Polly appeared the stranger
lintruduced hsrself a Miss Bedan.-
Il She eaid that her brother wes An art
FIST Ind hid Skttched Polly's picture
IN the daisy neld on the Bedan e.
tate. The Bedans wanted Polly to
come and spend the week end with
/ them.
II The original driving Of ~Polly
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