Evening star., 1917-11-04
rHE LOG OF The JOLLY POLLY Hs1$ Hss @fS; ss

Fairharbor, whom he hoped to receive a
favorable answer. In the meantime he
inclosed letter to his housekeeper.
Don't take anything for granted.
he urged. but go to Fairharbor and
yourself. Spend the week there and
act like you were the owner. Ny
housekeeper has orders to take her
orders from you. Don't refuse some
thing you have never seen.'
This part of the letter made me feel
as mean and uncomfortable as a wet
hen. The open. almost too open.
methods Of Mr.. Farrell made my own
methods appear contempsible. He was
my Indignation did not last. A letter.
bearing a special delivery stamp.
which arrived later in the afternoon
tion against her. and with bitterness.
She also had been spying. Her letter
read:
for a week he located you at New Bed
ford; that YOU are living under the
name OF F1tzgibbon. and that you have
made yourself conspicuous by atten-
tions to a young person employed IN a
shop. This Is for me a great blow and
disappointment and 1 want you to
clearly understand Mr.. Farrelrs offer
is made to you as an unmarried man. I
cannot believe your attentions are seri-
GUS. but. whether they are serious or
reports the pair OF you are now the
talk Of Fairharbor You are making
me ridiculous. do not want q shop
girl for a daughter-in-law and you
or give up Harbor Castle!"
I am no believer in ultimatums. In
attaining ones end they seldom prove
successful. I tore the note into tiny
pieces and. defiantly. with Polly in tho
seat beside me. drove into the open
through New Bedford. from the side-
walks her friends waved at her and
my acquafntances smiled. The detective
was right. We had indeed made our
determined the talk must cease.
We had reached Ruggles Point when
the car developed an illness. got out
to investigate. On both sides OF the
road were tall hemlocks and through
waters of sippIcan harbor in the last
yellow rays OF the sun as II sank be-
hind Rochester. Overhead was the
great harvest moon.
Polly had taken from the pocket of
the car some maps and guide books,
and while I lifted the hood and was
deep in the machinery she was turning
them over.
what" she asked. "is the number
T..
AS I have said. I was preoccupfed
and deep in the machinefy--that is.
with a pair Of pliers I vas wrestling
with q recalcitrant wire. Unsuspicious-
ly I answered:
"Efght-two- eight"
A moment later heard q sharp cry,
and raised my head. With eyes Wide
in terror Polly was staring at an open
book. without eppreciatinE my danger
! recognized It as who's Who In Au-
in a cry Of disbelief.
Eight eight" she read, owned
by Fletcher Farrell. Hudson Apart
nents. New York CITY," She raised her
eyes to mine.
rs that truei" she ssspsd. Are you
I leaned into the car and got hold
# her hand.
That is not Important" I etammered.
'1vhat 10 irrno-ant ,s this: VIII you b.
Mrs Fletcher Farrell?'
What she said may be guessed from
the fact that before we returned to New
Bedford We drove to Fairharbor and
showed her the cottage I liked best Is
Shingles n s .las a"s oidss. @ boz 10. hedge tss most
fragrant honeysucl<les and q lawn that
wet its feet in the surf. Polly liked 1t the
best. too.
the chips riding lights ware shining. but
shining sulkily. for tho harvest moon NIL
ed the world with golden radiance. As we
stood on the porch Of the empty cottage.
In the shadow Of the honeysuckfes. Polly
asked an impossible question. It was:
''How much do YOU love me?"
you will never know told her. but
esS oooyr ss you yaen s the evi sss oes
000 900 and Earbor Castle!''
It was a wasteful remark. for Polly IN
stantly drew away.
What do you mean?' she laughed.
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