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EV.ENT&Of PUBRO LflDGfiBPHItADBLPHIA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1921
W LADYFINGERS
By JACKSON GREGORY
Copyright, 111, V OharUt Boribner't Bona
TSfiiAItTS THE STOIHf
li" j ,alt Sat betn cracked and the
V dlZ ctcape' Ambrose, a deteo-
.Wj'Ji oitd demand o 'now no
riJcf ... j.it. J.;-. i
'8 if'- and ''Frank" know nothing
"1 and denounces Ashe, other
tW. H' j?.rt." a the criminal.
Iffl&or'mout evidence, tho
Lrce to " thc "rlnte on him.
Wtt.nnlnt. Potty, daughter of
Wf&eolnt, rottv, dauohter of
Wfi thirsty and has como for a
l ." w;i... n a iearm rtaard
'.. dlsouista ",p ,M"r . ".
'I'Vl'l-o. ore Lc Brunt And
Wnt to talk with von aoout
J. " .,imrd AaftC AA0 .1
. -i r- .Ineroett no consldtra-
Ljktntlt.
".'" r. ' a menace
fo
ItOn ' - J. jirf
ii iauc nc w """,vw
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society.
ft ii
w orrciru - .
fi ufflcin( evidenca
&' cried Potty, comltip- in and
SmTi read Jfotfier Ooojs to tiic."
AND HERB IT CONTINUES
HE TuaBL.u j " ""i
llDblD(f.
"Rosy N the est,
nmT I the South.
Roiei (ire her cheeks;
And a rose in bcr mouth.
ii" Buotcd happily. "SoundB like
led happy. The ret might just ns well
"With n merry atng-aon.-.
II8PP7. Ry and 'reo
With a merry sing-song,
Happy let us be."
tell tou. Bobble," expostulated
t, JeeKing to 00 seTcro.
"And I tell you. Polly," ha cut in
I MS BCr evident uvmny, Mini. ii. "
rjllaitlme. What say you to this, JIIss
Pull:
"Tbs Tear s nt the spring.
And day's ot the morn :
Morniim's at 7 ;
'Xhc hlllnldo's ilcw pearled ;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's In his heaven
All's right with the world."
uitt then." he continued with no
title for the whiting impatience of
Foil;, "Stbald said, 'God's in Ills
tfiten!' Do you hear Uint? And I
ar. 'All 8 right witn tne worms'
That's a triumphant line. Miss roily
L Bran.".. .. . . .
"Humph!" was l'oiiy'B horn oi a
Icoament. "Is It Maybe tlie guy
tfctt wrote that didn't crack safes for a
!irls and didn't know a cop named
Anbroie. You'ra a funny sort of fel
low, Dobbls Ashe."
"Politely put, Tolly ! lou mean I'm
rriirr xon'ro wrong, l m just mau.
Ui in'plration has como to me, Polly ;
H'n Inspired, if you like ; obsessed, if
It prefer. I'm glad you came. I
trii about to try to write the morning
kto bad verce; now you've (.topped me
kid I m co ns to keen in tuno Willi tiic
torjnttime by living it I Living is Dcticr
Itta writing, k, Polly? I'm eolng for
k, vacation. Where's my hat?"
I "Whit An tou mpnn?" nRked the
t.tl, the shadow of uneasiness in her
f;i. "Are you just stringing mm
Wlire are you going?"
The words were accompanied by a
tick flourish of tho rarely sensitive
aada: Polly marveled at thc enra-free
lOTjihness of bis wide smile, the bright-
hi ot tils eres
"I'm Mine whore a fellow can chase
'ool butterflies and run races with his
aadow." he informed her with an as
-jmBtion of eravltv. "I'm coinc to
Mt the Lady Springtime in her own
'oaie. 1 m going whero I ran batlBiy
irtain lifelons curiosities. I'vo alwars
rinted to know If there really ore such
sines aa bir. mossy boulders with thin
treami of clear, cold wntcr trickling
it from between them. Ivc always
id o hankerine to learn first hand a
ii oi things about lettuce and onions.
'tc always been consumed with curl
tltr about pumpkins!"
"Punklns?" said Polly.
"Eiactlr." hi nmliled hnpk nt lier.
'What kind of a bush they grow on,
on know? I I have never tola
ny one before, Polly but I nm
ot eure they don't dig 'cm, llko potn
i. you know."
"Do punklns grow this time of
(ar?" asked the practical Polly.
"We could telephone thc grocery man
t the corner," ho suggested. "Hut,
o; he'd He about it. Grocers always
ome to the telephone prepared to lie
bout their goods, and can't help it.
o: i'ii go ttnd out. Polly."
"nab!" said Polly, laughing a lit
. Then, a look of frank ntlmiratlon
i her eyes, ''You've got the coolest
trve or any man I ever saw, Hobble
int.
llerp Tmi lnAf n eifi lsca'n turn f?ma
10 and tlie whole mob of cops is after
. un top ot tnnt you ve bleu a
-tt for a nnil nf mnnvv. f)h
tabrose told dad and I'm not nsleep
' umo I'm snoring! And
ow you carry it off like a man that
i ivifr rviin nrnin n unani iaw
f'j,8,hl t0 mc nbout soing to pick
She looked nt htm nanoralv Alftiniifrh
ue did nnt tfnnti, It TYnllw n-au i..ln nu
ii th a morning aa was Ashe. No
fist the springtime, triumphant in a
pitch don cobbled streets and cement
'waus, had something to do with
e matter In her case, too. Polly was
'OlUniCd With till- umrmlli nt ho. .to.lrn
l Mother something, to mother the
inj she loved most In nil- the world.
lit. i .m')'niing eyes Hobble Ashe was
rvv ooyisn just now with his rum
kit h ttnJ dancing eyes ; more than
i be btood alone and many men,
""rose, her father. the murclril
irihw. . .. o-ow
-" were so many crouching, nun-
ii.j. i" pring oui oi mo
JiaOWS Unntl htm nnA ,lrn l.l.r, ,l.r.
' was Poilv' nn-M urri. i.n... ui.. t..,i
l".1"! ?f what was afoot; while she
r,X n,0w everything sho suspected
lUCll, The linnwln.lnn nr.,1 ...l.ll.nl
I"Piclon combined had brought her in
" to Ashe's rooms.
trn.'.n ,'?nn may '"" tho light so
learir ii CCW thnt ,le cnnnt Heo
Ut i. j, Vu" AS" "i uecn. as ne
lV.'idlvlnc,y d this morning, had
M' 0Ul lint ). I. III.. I ...i.u iL.
frl.. . i . u:,:" nn'cii wnn mo iiiyic
td m ua Loul,k'f "nil yellow-bel-
Whi-C -" ""," " no miiHc nave seen tnat
kltr. ii " rlfnt nna nnkcd In the
RI1' look. As it wns ho taw In Pollv
THE GUMPS-Old 'knbuhlt-AU
By Sidney SmtUH
I Ti...- " . " wn " taw " i ouy
vai n.nimercl' tho Pretty girl who
"hemB,.t'l0,,Vft.fr'e n nny ho had,
ud iJl. "'B"PI1 "en but of whom he
nwtalV. Ir'1'00'1 of thinking oentl
tuM uaho ntt8 Slvll h'm a frank
,"B1 he Wished Well l.llt nf whnm l.
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48 nilnrl . .,!... ..,., '.".
"I In.. i l,'"''1"" wnH mig Jorin
C'.wnself Mttillr llnnn llm ton rnll nf
riii !:..cl!c.w,n at a wisp of green
a comfortably grunting
HUlte used to Ashe's flashlnf
: wnieh .i. ,i : .. n
'i. .' "i uwvo ent u iictco
t.iT. "TOUKh I. eiltnnnnt Amlirn.o, In
fill um,i '""e a comtortab y gru
V2 cltl'n? a Rreedy lot of nKV
LiS HUlte used to AhIi.L flo
Tin. ."IV'"" "l ? wisp oi green
flltoA." 'V"." ""! to ASI
PU,' 'R-,i ,nl5ue them as "Joshing
bn. ttn! refund to take them serl-
hallVed hLn.ow'i ,Not yet h?d .Hh0
r tiut i. V'.'"-" "v incaiu oi wnai
TM but t.in, ,,,a b,,bblo of pumpkins
I " OUltetU CS. IlmiT rnl,l n ,
uow could a
man
standing in a position such as sho
Knew ma to ba, mean a word of It?
Tho gates of a penitentiary woro yawn
Ing for him arid Polly, knowing ft, felt
that ABhei must be as poignantly aware
of it ns himself.
. "Hobble Ashe," she said verx so
berly , "you've got to cut out this
ninny Business and come alive. They're
after you and they mean business this
time. If it was Just Ambrose I wouldn't
be Beared; I guess you can be one
too much for lilni moat any time he
stacks up against you single-handed.
Hut pnpa'a In cahoots with him, and Joo
Lc Drun nover went after a man yet
ho didn't get."
Her words Jarred against the light
ness or Ashe's mood. He frowned, then
laughed carelessly.
"They can't get me. Polly," he told
her with youthful assurance. "If your
worthy father gets obstreperous I've
got a certain magic word to whisper
Into his car and he'll drop the business
"I"1 1 a hot brick. Ab for Ambrose ."
Ho lifted his shoulders in a contemp
tuous shrug. "I've been playing tag
with him for halt a year."
Polly, while openly admiring, shook
her head. Maybe Ashe knew what he
was talking about r,lth Just Joo I
JJrun and Ambroso opposing him; Polly
doubted it, for no one knew bettor than
sue me resourcefulness and stubborn
ness of her father when once ho sought
to run down a man. But there was
tho third person, the goggled stranger,
the Unknown Quantity, clothed with a
real terror to her chiefly because ho
elected to bo cloaked In mystery. Polly
had como to Bpeak of him, to tell Ashs
v.aai one Knew and what sue feared,
her suspicions that he was the envoy of
a powcriui enemy or perhaps some
hlghup of the secret service. Sbe knew
enough to senso a "frame-up." And
her experience anil observation were
large enough to tell her that n frame
up, Into which k polko officer, a
gangster and an Unknown Quantity
entered was a terrible thing with
which to cope.
All of this and more wns at the tin
of her tongue when Ashe quite inad
vertently opened a new vista for con
sideration and so Denied for himself
ono avenue of cscapo.
You are a good hid. Pollv." he
said. Polly caught hungrily at the
words, her heartbeat quickening. But
tho heartbeats came only thc aiower
with tho realisation thnt while sincerity
lay back of tho words, there was utter
ly lacking that deeper emotion which,
had it prompted the speech, would
have made ber heart leap with the
great joy.
"I always scorn to take your kind
nesses to me sort of as a matter of
course, I'm afraid," he smiled at her.
"I believe that I forgot half of the time
that Joo Le Brun is your father, that
his fortunes arc yours, that you are
doing a wonderfully unselfish thing iu
siding with me. I don't know that I
ought to let you como to mo this way.
One of these days it's going to make
positive trouble between you and your
father."
Polly's hard little laugh startled
him.
"Trouble, did you say? It busted
wide nncn last nleht. Par a und Am
brose nnd tho other guy were cooking
up their dirty moss and it's Polly to
take n chance on gottlng wised up.
Ambrose's big cars wouldn't miss the
noise the fog makes scraping along tho
alley walls; he yanks the door open and
there's me, looking fussed and getting
red. 'Her. Joe.' he sneers, dragging
me in. 'Hore's Tolly getting thirsty
nealni' And bcfoic we're through
slap Ambrose's face so my hand hurts
and papa gets iresb and i siap nis iacc
I was for yanking off No Narao's gog-
sled In the mlx-un. to get a better
squint at him when they throw me off
. !.... .! Jamh mm1 .Vm' Anil.
siago ami sum mu uuui uuu uuu . w
so loud."
"I didn't want it to come to this,
unlit Anho crrnvelv. "I didn't want you
to quarrel with Lo Brun. Nor with
Ambrose. You must make up with them
some way, Polly.
Mnltn nn?" Kho flared out angrily.
"I'll see the whole crowd In hell first!
If they think I'm going to stand by anu
Ben em ilonhln cross VOU. '
Sho broke off abruptly, biting ber
lips. Her breast was suddenly tumultu
mm with her nulck breathing.
Ah Ashe looked wonderingly at her
she stared back in a queer sort of de
fiance, stared until her two cheeks went
ns red ns red blood couiu mauu incm,
until she dashed her hand across her
eyes as she grew hot with a new sort
of shame and a ncrcc anger at mm, m
herself, at the world In general.
God knows Polly Le Brun was no
prude; conventions woro for bar in
significant obstacles which might clatter
tho path for nnotber but which she
thrust aside with an impatient foot.
But deep down where the reul Polly Le
Brun existed, deep down under the
badness of her and tho boldness of her
was the puro womnnliuess which,
stung suddenly, writhed under that look
iu Ashe's eyes. And Bobbie Ashe, pro
fessional thief, gifted none the less with
thut wonderful quality, a rare, innate
delicacy drawn from his father s blood,
suckled from his mother's milk, In
Hllllcd In an infancy in which bodv nnd
brain nnd eoul expand so swiftly, nbsorb
bo lutimately, understood. Understood,
almost clearly, thut which Polly her
self could but gropo after blindly. His
liner naturo baw tho beauty of the in
stinctive emotion which had set thc
cirl trembling. Even whllo he was
painfully at loss for the thing to say or
do he knew that the poems iu his books
wcro not so fine as the love in the soul
of poor little Polly Le Brun.
"Polly," he said Boftly. "Polly"
"I'm a crazy little fool!" she cried,
dabbing angrily ut her eyes. "I Oh
I'm n fool."
"Polly," he said.
Arm I n she flu n 2 un her head defiantly.
But in her eyes was something more
than challenge. There wns hunger un
hidden, yearning, not to be disguised
im matter how bravely Polly struggled
tvUIi (t. And. so many things mny
crowd Into one swift, tragic look, there
was something there probing deep, seek
ing eagerly, btrlving to find that she
need not be ashamed of her shame. And
in the ond fcho laughed u trifle uncer
tainly and hjHterlcally and dubbed at
her eye-) again und turned away.
"You've always occn mignty gonu w
inc. Polly," thc boy said slowly. "I ve
alwuvs liked you better than an body
else 'I knew. too. But I didn't quite
understand, Polh " , , , .
"I'ntlorstand?" Polly Jerked her head
up, her wet eyes hard upon hi", her
voice hard. "Understand what?
It was hard to frame thc words in
reply, but be saw the futility of evasion
and procrastination.
"That you felt like this.
1oilv s utile snm, n minium nci.u..,
was something of a failure. But at
this moment of high tenilon it did as
well as another. , ,
In a general way Bobble Ashe wished
nil In ..vpv fn1lnu VflTllCCr 1)01111(1 (lOWD
the great stroam of life. lie could rob
an overfull snfo or pick a bulging pocket
with the morrlest heart In the world ;
It Is Tcry much to be doubted if, though
a golden reward were offered him, he
could have borne to have wounded tho
feelings of n littlo child or of the old
woman who sold paper nt tho corner of
Kearney and Market. Ho was a
criminal but no vandal) he, wao a thief,
but none tho less a gentleman.
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
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