The Log of the "Jolly Polly"Davis, Richard Harding
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The Log of the "Jolly Polly"
Davis, Richard Harding
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
Assuring myself that I was moved only by curiosity, I accepted the
invitation, nor, though it would greatly have helped the appearance of
the cemetery-like beds, did I pick the flowers. On a closer view Harbor
Castle certainly possessed features calculated to make an impecunious
author Stop, look, and listen. I pictured it peopled with my friends. I
saw them at the long mahogany table of which through the French window
I got a glimpse, or dancing in the music-room, or lounging on the wicker
chairs on the sweeping verandas. I could see them in flannels at tennis,
in bathing-suits diving from the spring-board of the swimming pool,
departing on excursions in the motor-cars that at the moment in front
of the garage were being sponged and polished, so that they flashed like
mirrors. And I thought also of the two-thousand-ton yacht and to what
far countries, to what wonderful adventures it might carry me.
But all of these pictures lacked one feature. In none of them did
Polly Briggs appear. For, as I very well knew, that was something the
ambitions of Mrs. Farrell would not permit. That lady wanted me as a son
only because she thought I was a social asset. By the same reasoning,
as a daughter-in-law, she would not want a shop-girl, especially not one
who as a shop-girl was known to all New Bedford. My mood as I turned my
back upon the golden glories of Harbor Castle and walked to New Bedford
was thoughtful.
I had telegraphed my servant to bring me more clothes and my Phoenix
car; and as I did not want him inquiring for Fletcher Farrell had
directed him to come by boat to Fall River. Accordingly, the next
morning, I took the trolley to that city, met him at the wharf, and sent
him back to New York. I gave him a check with instructions to have it
cashed in that city and to send the money, and my mail, to Frederick
Fitzgibbon. This ALIAS I explained to him by saying I was gathering
material for an article to prove one could live on fifty cents a day.
He was greatly relieved to learn I did not need a valet to help me prove
it.
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