Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-02-25


AND HERE 1T CONTINUES
TIE TOSSED away the book, still
II laughing.
"I,osy Is the West.
Rosy is the South,
y Roses are her cheeks.
And a rose in her mouth.
!. ouotcd happily. Sounds like
49, GrOGts Goose doesn't it? But It's old
,.NSr Tennyson. Just feeling foolish
.rs banpy. The rest might just US well
E' .' '''''
with a merry ding dong,
Happy, gay and free.
With merry sins-song,
Happy let us be-
~ tell YOU, Bobbie," expostulated
yol,. seeking to be severe.
y"iud / tell you, Polly" he cut in
rnp her evident homily, that it's
rtinrtime What say you to this, Miss
Polly:
"Tbe years at the spring,
" And days at the morn;
Mornings at Z;
The hillside's dew pearled;
The lark on the wing,
The snail's on the thorn:
Gods In his heaven y
Alls right with the world
"lnd then" he continued with no
muse for the waiting impatience Of
foly, "Sebald said, Gods in His
imyenr DO you hear that? And I
nv, ANS right with the world !!
rsit's triumphant line, Miss Polly
Ia Brun."
nHumph!' was Polly's sniff Of II
comment. "Ie it? Maybe the guy
tti, wrote that didn't crack safes for a
Nhng and didn't know cop named
Ambrose. You're a funny sort Of fell
low, Bobbis Ashe."
"Politely put, Polly! You mean I'm
riy2 You're wrong. I'm just mad.
IA inspiration has como to me. Polly ;
I'm inspired, L you like; obsessed, il
you prefer. I'm glad you came. l
vas about to try to write the morning
Into bad verse; now you've stopped me
md I'm going to keep In tune with the
Ipingtime by living 1t Living is better
han writing, eh, Polly? I'm going for
vacation. Where's my hat?'
what do you mean?' asked the
kitl, the shadow Of uneasiness in her
Iys. "Are you just stringins mel
Where are you going?'
The words were accompanied by O
spick flourish OF the rarely sensitive
hands; Polly marveled at the care" free
boHshness OF his wide smile, the bright
less Of his eyes
"f'm going where a fellow can chase
oo butterflies and run races with his
hadow," he informed her with an as
umption Of gravity. "I'm going IA
ist the Lady Springtime in her own
lone. I'm going where / can satisfy
tsrtain lifelong curiosities. I've always
Fanted to know II there really are such
hinss as big, mossy boulders with thin
trtams Of clear, cold water trickling
ut from between them. I've always
ad O hsnkering to learn first hand q
ot Of things about lettuce and onions.
vc always been consumed with curl =
sity about pumpkins :"
"Punkins2" said Polly.
Exactly" he nodded back at her.
What kind Of a bush they grow on,
cu know? '"' have never told
ot sure they don't dig 'em, like pota.
'Sst SOu KNOW.
DO punkins grow this time OF
arI" asked the practical Polly.
We could telephone the grocery man
the corner" he suggested. But,
20; he'd lie about it, Grocers always
ONE to the telephone prepared to lie
bout their goods, and can't help it.
10; III 60 find out, Polly"
Rats said Polly, laughing a lit
e.. Then, look Of frank admiration
her eyes, you've got the coolest
erVe OF any man I ever saw, Bobbie
she.
Here you loot a safe less n two days
20 and the whole mob Of cops is after
on, On top of that you've bled a
aan for q wad Of money. Oh,
tmorose told dad and I'm not asleep
the time I'm snoring! And
ow you carry ii off like a man that
aont ever even broke a speed law.
ankins !"
sns looked at him severely. Although
y dld not know 1t, Polly was quite at
sd THIS morning as was Ashe. No
ouot the springtime, triumphant in O
Stch down cobbled streets and cement
uewalks. had something to do with
matter In her case, too. Polly was
SHsumed with the warmth Of her desire
mother something, to mother the
Ing she loved most In all. the world
aer oId'young eyes Bobbie Ashe was
.sriy boyish Just now with his rum
sa ha'r and dancing eyes; more thar
no stood alone and many men
a.srose' her father, the gogglet
auger, were so many crouching, hun
y wolves, ready to spring out OF tn,
auows upon him and drag him down
was PolIy's own affair how she hat
iS'he1 OF what was afoot; while sh,
~ not know everything she suspected
ssG, The knowledge and resultan
Sp.cIon combined had brought her il
aTTc to Ashes rooms.
t.o' Wv man may have the light s,
S"ng IN bis eyes that he cannot se
M. SariS' Had Ashe not been, as b
~ w. divinely mad this morning, ha,
soul not been killed with tho mys
a Tvs and beauties of such things a
al sda',coVered boulders and yellow bel
IN pumpkins, he must have seen tina
i'm ,Tn stood bright and naked In tn
look As It was he saw In Poll
~S, hrun merely the pretty girl VIII
wS,aS aS close a friend as any he had
bsS Su he wished we'll but of whom h
n,n,aMyer nMsyer dreamed Of thinking senti
oys She was giving him fran
las. WLnlch would have sent ferc
AM, through Lieutenant Ambrose; ; 4
ri H., mind a picture was taking forr
t.nnse't tse't sitting upon the top rail Q
rsss ssVe, chewing at a wisp OF gree
Iow ,rN, NT,diching a comfortably gruntin
Poll a greedy lot OF pigs.
|noods' quite used TO Ashes fiashin
kb, ~ estalcgued them as "joshin
pusiy anS refused to take them seri
ealisad 90 now. Not yet had nh
be pnt now much he meant Of whs
hnd br,tInlGo, into his babble OF pumpkin
butterflies. How could a mar