Evening star., 1917-11-04
CONTINUED FROM LAST SUNDAYS
STAR)

In her lovely eyes was an expression
of mingled doubt and Indignation. and
in her hand. freshly torn from the pa
pers in which I had wrapped it. was
the Log Of the Jolly Polly" In ac-
tion Miss Briggs was as direct as
submarine. At sight of me she at
tackled.
Did you send me this?" she asked.
1 lowered my bag to the sidewalk
and prepared for battle. II didn't think
of your going to the post Office" ! said.
Il planned you'd get it tomorrow after
I'd left. When I sent it 1 thought l
would never see you again"
Then you did send it"' exclaimed
Miss Briggs. AS though the book were
a hot plate she dropped 1t into my hand.
She looked straight at me. but her ex-
preston suggested she was removing
caterpillar from her pet rosebush.
You had no right" she said. You
may not have meant to be impertinent,
but you were"
Again, as though ] had disappeared
from the face of the earth. Miss Briggs
Razed coldly about her. and with dig
nifty started to cross the street. Her
dignity was so great that she glanced
neither to the left nor right. In conse-
quence she did not see an automobile
that swung recklessIy around a trolley
car and dived at her. But other people
saw il and shrieked. l also shrieked
and, dropping the suit case and the
Log" jumped into the street, GRABBED
Miss Briggs by both arms and nung
her back to the sidewalk. That left me
where she had been. and the car caught |
me up and slammed me head nrst
against a telegraph pole. The pole was
hard, and if any one counted me out
did not stay awake to hear him. When
I came to / was conscious that 1 was
lying on a sidewalk: but to open my
eyes, l was much too tired. voice
was saying: DO you know VINO ne o,na Is,
of the lovely Miss Briggs. But now =!
harily recognized it. 1t was full OF
distress. of tenderness and pity
NO. don't know him." 1t stannmered.
Hes salesman-he was in the store
this morning-hes selling motor cars"
The first voice laughed
Motor cars!' he exclaimed. That's
why he amt scared of EN-. He GER
tainly saved you from that that ,n one, n,ost !
certainly saved your life"
In response to this astonishing state
ment was delighted to hear well
trained male chorus excla,m in assent.
accents OF Harvard. pure and undefiled.
some in down east dialect. others
suggested Italian peanut renders and
Portuguese sailors, but all agreed that
the life Of Miss Briggs had been saved
by myself. / had intended coming to.
but on hearing the chorus working SO
harmoniously l decided l had better
continue unconscious
Then a new voice said Importantly:
The marks on his suit case are F. F.,
New York."
appreciated instantly that to be
identified as Fletcher Farrell meant hu.
initiation and disaster. The other F1etch-
er Farrels would soon return to New
Bedford. They would learn that in their
had haughtiiy rejected Besides, one
Of the chorus might remember that three
years back Fletcher Farrell had been
popular novelist and might recognize me,
and Miss Briggs would discover 1 was not
an automobile aganet and that had lied
to her. I saw that I must continue to
lie to her. I thought Of names beginning
with rF," and selected Frederick Fitz-
gibbon." To ch-isten yourself while
your eyes are shut and your head rests
on a curbstone Is not easy, and later /
was sorry I had not called myself Fair
child. as being more aristocratic. But
then II was too late. As Fftzgibbon
had come back to life, and as Fitzgibbon
/ must remain.
When I opened my eyes I found the
first voice belonged to a policeman. who
helped me to my feet and held in check
the male chorus. The object Of each
was to lead me to a drink. But, instead.
was holding my hat and she handed 1t
to me. Her lovely eyes were filled with
relief and her charming voice with re-
morse.