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Show Storm Country Polly . by Grace Miller White Copyright by Little, Brown &. Co. CHAPTER XVI Continued. ia She stooped and smoothed back the hair from Evelyns wet brow. Now, while Im gone you just lay quiet-likaskin Jesus every minute that your manll be hikin here fustern a crow can fly. Evelyn raised her head. "Kiss me, Polly dear, she begged, streaming eyes. right! murmured the f.with girl. Kisses're mighty comfortin, they? She stooped and laid her lips on Evelyns and, turning swiftly, left the ! room. Evelyn heard her snuffing the ' candles outside and then heard the latch click as Pollyop closed the door behind her. Bounding out into the snow, Tollyop raced through the road toward Bishops hut, for she had decided to speak to him before going on. She lifted the latch and peeped In. Larrjr sat by the stove, puffing his pipe. He gave her but a glance then dropped his head mournfully. Wheres Lye, Larry? Polly asked In a hissing whisper. came In a grunt. Gone home, Hes sick to Ids stumnilck, an so be e, Im most froze, too. With her hand on the latch of the door which she had closed against the storm, the girl stood In shivering She felt intuitively the , Indecision. inner emotions going on Inside the Stolid speaker. She wanted to throw her arms about him and tell him all thnt had passed In her home during the Inst hour. But If she did, Larry would take the blame of the crime on himself. Of course he would ! Polly Hopkins knew the heart of Lorry Bishop as If she had made it herself from Gods own clay. If the person in her shack had been Old Marc, he would have had no compunction In putting him out of the way, but a woman "I dont want you for anything tonight, Larry Bishop, she broke out, fumbling with the latch. An, mind you, dearie, never tell nobody you an Lye swiped Old Marcs woman. Thats a promise, Larry, aint It? Yep, replied Bishop, nauseated. Then go to bed an sleep ! returned Youll get warm, an an Pollyop. Ill see you tomorrow mebbe. I wont be needin you In my shanty tonight. Then she went swiftly out, slammed the door and was away like a winter bird, before the squatter could question her. Swiftly she ran on, her hair almost on end because, to save her friends, she must face the haughty MacKen-lz- e himself. It had been her cruelty that had prompted their act, and now, besides saving Evelyn, she must shield them. The nearer she came to the MacKenzie house, .the harder her heart pounded, with dread at the task before her. In the meantime Marcus MacKenzie and his wifes mother were together,, the lady stretched out on the divan, and Marcus pacing the floor. Since MacKenzie had left the Hopkins shack, he had ridden madly over the hills, urging every man available to help him find his wife.. Secretly he had wept tears such as never hnd poured from his eyes before in all his supercilious days. Having set In motion what aid he could summop from town and coun-- . try, he hnd come back home to the hysterical mother, lie hnd no cony fortlng assurances to give her, or any to allay the, burning grief within himself. Evelyn had disappeared as If the ground had opened and swallowed her up. He paused In front of Mrs. Robertson, his dark, handsome face working painfully. Youre very sure she was feeling well just before she went out? he She didnt act as If she Inquired. had anything to worry over? Mrs. Robertson used her handkerchief before she answered. I cant think of anything. she hesitated, "unless It was about Bob. Lately hes been so different. I asked Eve " She broke off and dls- one day In tears. lolved Yes, you asked her one day what? MacKenzie urged. It was about Bob, continued the Eve thought he was weeping lady. suffering over over "Well!" snapped Marcus. AVould the woman never cense her everlasting crying and give him a clue If she had one? Well," he gonded her on more furiously. Tolly Hopkins ! she sobbed. Eve said your continual pounding at the squatters had about broken the boys I. wife lmd to be tormented like that That he had started the rumpus and done his full half of the quarreling never occurred to him. He was determined to find some one to blame for his wifes disappearance. Well, theres one thing certain," lie ejaculated, after measuring the room several times with long strides. I cant stay here, but good God! I dont know where to go. A deep groan fell from his lips, and he began with heavy tread to walk up and down again. Cant you think of any place she You might have gone? he begged. know all her friends. Where would she go If she lmd determined to leave home? Leave home? gasped Mrs. Robertson, her Jaw dropping. Yes! faltered Marcus. "I dont know whether she told you or not, but we had some words before I started for Cortland. Of course she didnt tell me," came from behind the ladys handkerchief. "She never tells me anything, hut I heard It, You were quarreling over the squatters, and In Eves condition, I think you might spare her a little. Shes not strong! So much wrangling makes her sick! J wish Bob were home. Oh, dear, I cant stand it. Its Rob thats made til! this trou"He's spent ble, snarled Marcus. several months trying to circumvent me about the squatters, and Eve and I would have had no quarrels at all If he lmd attended to his own ' af- fairs. He spoke moodily, conscious that he had treated his wife harshly, yet unwilling to admit It. Mrs. Robertson, touched with the same feeling, sat up, wiping her face "Why Didnt You Tell Me So Before? Cried the Man, Turning on Her Swiftly. and brushing back her hair. She, too, remembered now all the bitter words she bad flung at her daughter. she said. If we get Marcus, Eve hack again It we get her! he Interjected, his Of course, face going snow-whitwell get her. Why say such ridiculous lie turned away to hide the things? emotion her tremulous question had filled him with. It will be my death If we dont," he ended. Mrs. Robertson raised on her elbow. But she exclaimed, my mind ever since sln.ee Oh, you don't think the squatters have her, do you? I dont know, moaned Marcus, and he sat down quickly as If his legs would no longer hear the weight of his body. And they were sitting thus, each busy with his own unspeakable unhappiness, when the servant entered. Theres a girl here, sir, she began, and Marcus sprang up. Bring her In, he cried. Bring her Marcus, "theres been something on In instantly! Ttie maid hesitated. She's queer looking, sir, site said timidly, and shes wet through. Shes one of them squatters. Bring her in, I said, ordered Marcus once more, und the girl went out, closing the doer sol'tly. Pollyop crept into the warm room, teeth chattering, her legs unher spirit. Her first glance fell upon steady. MacKenzie. "Rubbish j" exclaimed "Eve wouldnt waste her time worry- Mrs. Robertson who, when she saw a ing over such rats. Bobs a fool, Ive her, made husky throat sound. Then the brown, fearful eyes traveled to discovered! Where is he? I dont know, answered Mrs. Rob- the tall man, no longer an enemy to be ertson. He goes away for days at a hated, merely a wounded human creatime without saying a word to Eve ture, like her dear ones In the Silent or me. And he looks perfectly dread- City, to be loved and comforted. I got your woman In my shack, I think Evelyns grieved over ful. said l'ollyop, straight to him, swallowhim. Why dtdnt you tell me so before? ing. God be thanked, screamed Mrs. rled the man, turning on her swiftly. Id hBve soon made my young gentle- Robertson. man pat on a smile, at least when Something snapped In MncKenzie's he's Uune. it's a shame na poor head, end for a moment he ffcared he was losing nis uiiml. Polly thought by the blank expression of bis face that his wits had gone completely. Ignoring the woman whom site detested, she went rapidly to MacKen-zle- s side. I had her roped up in the bed when she you was there tonight, mister, told him, the words tumbling over each other in the haste of confession. I were goin to chop her head off to get even with you. Rut but my dead Granny Hope, an the Biggest Mummy in All the World wouldnt let me. It seemed an eternity to the quaking young speaker before Marcus threw up Ids head and took a long breath. he demanded She she's alive? You're very sure she isnt hoarsely. dead? Girl," he bounded up and grasped lollyop's arm, if you lie to me aint lyin to you, mister, interYou dont need rupted Polly dully. "I to he seared for Miss Eve, but now you'd best come along to my hut an get her. Shes mournin' for you in covered up Granny Hopes coop-hole- , with blankets. Something like a huge fist struck MacKenzie. The conviction that the squatter girls words were tAie lifted him Immediately from the bottom The sudden depths of hopelessness. Inrush of joyous relief brought with it a mental Illumination, and be saw himself as others had seen him. The terrible, blighting uncertainty he had borne for a few maddening hours the girl before him had known for months. If she were to blame for Ills suffering, what was the meusure of his own responsibility? lie turned swiftly to his mother-in-laand said huskily: Call some one to get this child some dry clothes. Take anything of Eves you can find that will keep her warm, and for God's sake, tnke those He sprang ragged boots off her feet! to the bell. PH order the team. When be bad given his orders to the servant who appeared at the door, lie sunk back into a chair, and Mrs. Robertson went swiftly out. Utterly oblivious of the squatter girls presence, Marcus MacKenzie buried bis face In his bands. The new Pollyop, the Polly of the Sun, crept forward and touched him. she said Y'our womans all right, Dont cry!' She told me huskily. in about about the little kid the summer, an she bowled like mail to come along with me. But I says to her she couldn't walk all this way to you without dyln." The soft tones vibrated sympathetically as she voiced the assurances. MacKenzie thrust up his hand und clutched the slim brown fingers. Tell me something about it while were alone," be whispered. Pollyop shuddered. "Well, sir, she began, so low thnt MacKenzie had to raise Ills head to hear, all the squatters hate you, but none of em was wicked like me. I said, I did, that you couldnt be hurt no way only through your woman, an an 1 was goin to cut hbr bend off with the ax an then sling er in the lake. I spose Im goin to get sent up tor years, but I just bud to come and tell you." Before MacKenzie, aghast at the danger Ills dear one hnd faced, could answer, Mrs. Robertson entered, followed by Evelyns maid. I'll get my coat, exclaimed MilDress the girl warm ieus, jumping up. and send along Evelyns fur niolor coat." A furtive smile curled the maids lips as she helped pull off Jeremiah's heavy cotit, and then grew broader as Pollyop slipped out of Buddy's great boots. Yet the woman admitted to herself ns she dried the wet feet mud attired the squatter girl in her mistress beautiful clothes that she was pretty, even prettier than Mrs. MacKenzie, When the rolling process was finished, Mrs. Robertson glanced over the little figure and grudgingly acknowledged to herself that there was something of elegance in the girls bearing, even if she were a squatter. Come here!" she said. A haughty gesture indicated the spot. "Right here before me. Pollys shaking legs rarrled her within a few Inches of the august presence. "Youn very sure, girl, asked Mrs. that m.v daughter's safe Robertson, In jour shack? How did she come there ?" PJlly remembered I.arry Bishop and Lje Braeger. She had been instrumental In bringing them within the prison shadows, and If any one suffered from the deed done that night, it must not be her friends. She alone must take the blame! ' I wheedled er there, ma'am. sha replied humbly. Tin goin to tell her tnnn all about it." Marcus entered and started bnok ns he caught sight of Polly. Ilow beautiful she was. bedecked in his wifes clothes! Then It came to tdm that even In her rags she bad had a distinctive loveliness. Both Bob and EveAs that precious name went lyn through his mind, his thoughts flew to the squatters hut w here his frail young wife awaited him. Come along quickly," he said, going directly to Polly. How changed he seemed, bow gentle lie was as be took hold of her arm and led her away; and so preoccupied was she with this thought that the beauty of the clothes which she wore made no impression upon her. She wondered dully when MacKenzie lifted her bodily Into the sleigh and the coachman chirruped to the horses, just what he intended to do with her tomorrow. She looked back upon the time the authorities had sent Meg Williams to a reform school and also recalled the after her term had girls been served. Now that she, herself, was in danger of the like treatment, Pollyop searched her mind for the de tails that Meg hud given of the horrible place. As the horses trotted along the boulevard, Pollyops cilia sank into the warm fur about her neck, and until they turned Into the narrow lane from the road, no one spoke a word. Go straight to the lake, llank.' ordered Mackenzie, and at the sound of his deep voice, Pollyop felt nnother shock of surprise. She had heard it so often in strident abuse! Now It was actually pleasant to listen to! Down the hill through the furry Hakes of snow the strong horses picked their way. Once the eutter nearly turned on Its side hut righted Itself. The Hopkins hut was dark when they, drove up before it. Marcus jumped Into the snow, picked Polly out of the cutter ns if she had been a kitten, and waded through the drift to the narrow path leading into the house. lie put the girl down before th door, and turning, called to the coachman : Drive the team down the road. Hank, out of the wind! Ill call you yheii I want you ! It was Pollyops trembling hand that unlatched the shanty door. It was she who struck a match and touched it to the candle. Then she pointed to Granny Hopes room. Shes in there, mister, she said, trembling like an aspen leaf. Then because she was about to face an outraged wife in the presence of a powerful husband, she sat down, shaking with fear from head to foot. home-coinin- g Never Mind Re-vitaii- ze YOU then for keeping the vitality up to par. Vital men resist heat easily. Lan- -' guid ones are floored. Re vitalize yourself and you wont mind the -- weather. , Get new energy in little raisins. 1560 calories of energizing nutriment per pound in Little 75 per cent pure fruit sugar. Wonderful because this sugar 'doesnt need, and, therefore, doesnt tax digestion and thus heat the blood.. Yet energizes almost immediately. food-iro- n Contain fatigue-resistin- g also. Try a box today. Sun-Maid- s. Little - a r , al no doubt." But Mebbe," Hopkins answered. Pollyopll be glad to hop out of bed for her daddy an Jerry baby Then be coughed as if trying to add ! something else. "I been wantin to tett ony, be said awicn ardly, how grateful I he to you. Its kinds hard to say it in words. "Theres no need. 1 assure you. reThe only tiling I returned Robert. gret is that you should have been compelled to stnv in prison so long. ISt.t were home now!" was the hapAn' I'm thankin you for py answer. me an my brats too. Pollyop, squealed the child, wrig-gllnDaddy, Wee Jerry wants Icd- Mr. lerclval," g. lop. Hush, Jerry, soothed his father, near home now. We're There! Here we be. As they descended from the carriage, the lmby hid bis face In his big fathers shoulder. rro BE CONTINUED.) Highbrow Boww-j- June Is your dog Freddie lie's so wise that bore to associate wltli him. inteR-gen- t ? It'S a , Raisins 5c Everywhere in Little Red Packages s to Use Colors Silk, Wool and Cotton AllatthoSameTImo Putnam Fadeless Dyes.JSs What Figures Are For. Wliat good are the figures set down in these railway time tables? asked the sarcastic and angry would-b- e passenger. Why, explained the genial station master, "if it wernt for them figures wed have no way of timlin out bow late the trains are. Chicago Plans Garage. Among the latest novelties of automobile conveniences is a proposed automobile garage of 23 stories, in ChiAfter the cago, to cost $1,200, (XX), owner or driver deposits the ear in the building, an elevator carries It upstairs and stores it in its allotted space. All tnis work is accomplished by a woman operating at a keyboard on the first y A Preference. floor. We rather hope it will turn out that the dead cant really speak to us after The Tie That Binds. all, as we have a number of deceased Kriss Is the marriage contract friends who wed rather believe are binding? Ivross Yes; it keeps a pleasantly situated as long as we can. man strapped for life. New York Ohio State Journal. Sun. Continual wisdom. cheerfulness is a sign of The highest mountain lessens as we climb. What we have done makes us wlmt we are. No two grains of sand are exactly alike. EACH IS A GENUINE GOODYEAR ert. But he did not utter aloud the thought which thing to his Bps tlia' he was tortured by the same wish, too, What he did say was: Your daughter will be asleep, I've jj Sun-Mai- ds Between-Me- CHAPTER XVI! In the meanwhile a covered carriage containing two men and a little hoy was making slow progress along the drifted boulevard. About two miles from Ithaca a double cutter, with sleigh bells ringing, dashed by them, the little light on the hack of It glowing like a steady red eye until a sharp curve in the road blotted it from sight. Somebody else out, If tis a bad night, commented the older man, who held the boy. They went awful fast, too, Daddy Hopkins, murmured the child. Didn't tun, darlin?" Yep, son," was the reply. Sleighs go over the snow bettern wagons. The words hardly penetrated the younger mans revery. His thoughts were busy with a squatter girl who would have a real Thanksgiving the next day. Her joy he could picture, but he could not join It. All his thoughts of her were marred by another vision that poisoned his every moment. Never since he had found Oscar Bennett dying in Polly's bed had he known a peaceful Instant. When the vehicle came to the corner where MacKenzies magnificent turnout hnd swung Into the lane leading to the row of squatter shacks at the lakeside, Robert Percivul opened the carriage door and thrust his head out. This is where we turn," lie shouted Go slow! The drifts to the driver. are deep all the way down. When he settled again Into his seat, he remarked : Its a bad night, Hopkins. Perhaps it would have been better to have waited until morning, after all." The other man bent over the boys tiead and laid his face against It. Twould had to be something nioren a snowstorm to keep me in Ithaca alt night, he returned. Where my pretty brat is. I want to be. 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