The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1915-10-29

Il have holiday, Mrs. Jones
whole day to myself. l am going int
the country and, who knows, l ma,
meet a fairy who will change all m,
life. Do you believe in fairies, Mrs
Jones?" she asked mischievously.
II don't believe in nothing / dom
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 6
cooling Whit 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-five minutes later, Polly An
drews was leaving the station and
hurrying toward fields of waving
daisies, for there was a strong breeze,
with glimpse Of blue water in the
distance.
Presently she left her hat, parasol
and lunch beneath a tree and pumped
herself down in the midst of the sea
Of daisies.
The breeze ruff1ed 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
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.
Il have finished it. If you insist"
ne said gravely, Il will destroy it, but
It was really too tempting-just the
thing for 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
Gever seen such a 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
he would get for that picture!
Here it is,y 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 supposed wouldn't make much
difference if you destroyed it?" haz-
arded Polly.
He nodded. "It would make a diff.
terence" he admitted. Il wish you
would give me permission to finish it,
Polly looked at his shabbiness-his
dark, eager face-and laid the picture |
In his hand.
81 hope it may bring you good
luck" she said simply.
you are 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
ind them. This is my holiday"
"They have found you all right
Fsid the artist confidently. "Do you
mind telling me about your holi
1ay?"
Polly told him, and after he had
ialked little about the flowers and
he views from nearby hill he lifted
ais hat and went away
The rest of the day seemed quite
lull and lonely, but Polly finished
Ter daisy chain for Mrs. Jones and
a.e her lunch
The next morning Polly returned
% her desk at Brown Brothers, but
ne memory of her holiday fingered
nth her many q day when the Office
vas hot and stuffy.
One September morning a book
Keeper in Polly's office laid a we'll
lnown woman's magazine on the desk,
There's your double, Miss An
Irews," laughed Miss Reed. F,
Polly stared down at the picture OF
herself among the daisies.
The artists name was in the cor.
Bedan.
Alex. Bedan-Polly's heart thumped
oisily. Why, she had heard of him.
ie was great illustrator. He !
ouldn't be her poor and needy paint.
r of the shabby clothes!
Nevertheless he was. A few days
fterward q motor car stopped at
Lrs. Jones door and very charm
le young woman asked for Miss An
rews.
When Polly appeared the stranger :.
Introduced herself as Miss Bedan." :
be said that her brother was an art =
It and had sketched Polly's picture
! the daisy field on the9 Bedan es- 3
tie. The Bedans wanted Polly to y
ome and spend the week end with :
lem. y
The original drawing of polly
mong the Daisies" hangs in Alex. =
edan's study, and he points to 1t
18th pride, and says ..
This picture of my wife is the best u
ling I've ever DONE" x
When Mrs. Jones left the church o.
ter Polly's wedding she wiped away
regretful tear "