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?? if J %f StormC Or "Pi l^lPc IB feGrace M "Don't you (line 'Polly dear' me," ; she pritted convulsively,' "or I'll hit) you with this!" "God!?Jesus!" came from between | Evelyn's chnttering teeth. "No, don't pick it .tip! Don't! Oh, ? want to tell ; you something, Polly Hopkins." "Then fire abend," Polly pririublod . sullenly. She withdrew hrr fingers from the j nx-handle und leaaed/her efifin i.4 tjie palui of her hand. Evelyn straightened up and bent forward, her eyes .swimming with i tea re. AIV>11y," she gasped, "Pollyop, in the summer God's"going to send me a lit- ! tie baby. Oh, Polly?" Tfte squatter gicl tBcrarnbked up "as the speaker. dr?i>pfcd |qc|, terrified; at the exultant Ore in the brown eyes and the awful smile t(mt crept across Polly's face. v ? "Glory be to God .in the slcy..'" she cried. "Two of you bglonglu' to Old Marc goln' with oqe swipe of the ax." She wheeled arouud and ipqqwl t?'c length of the ahnnty. Old Marc's Luby! Old Marc's "woman! Both to go out of his life forever! And by her hands ?hers, Polly Hopkins' hands! She lifted them up, those slender, brown fingers, and looked at them against the candlelight But a few months ago they had been the E,ioat willing fingers in all the county! But tonight?Marc's baby! ?vel.vu's baby! Like a blve of bet^, the Joy of dissipating the home of- Marcus MacKenzle buzzed through her. brain. No sound cniue from tne jriri on roe noor, for Evelyn MneKenzle had given up all hope. The squatter girl was crazy. No human being coidd entertain such a ghastly purpose and tie Iri h1s right mind! Presently she called Polly's .name faintly, and then acpin; becam e Polly gave her no heed, she cried louder: "Pollyop, my l'eet hurt so! I can't r bear It!" Polly paused, leaned against the) wall and glared at her. "I'm glad they do that," she muttered. "You can't hurt anywhere too much te suit ine!" Ti.^t. something gave way behind j her, and wheeling around, she found j herself staring Into the fuce of IThe . Greatest Mother In the World." i Daddy's dust-covered coat which hud j hidden the picture all the past weeks lay at Jier feet. $. . As she looked, the glare left Polly's eyes. X'lie serious face that had once J smiled at her, the smile that bad been j a benediction for herself and Daddy Hopkins, was there no longer. Itather was there an expression of. sorrow, J Death rested In the nurse's^arras, but t from her whole reverent attitude the I sense of protection swept out at Polly | Hopkins. Then suddenly she heard a man s voice. It seemed to drift Into the hut ' through every crevice and Vrnck. "And you're the Littlest Mother in the World," came plainly to her. Like one struck, she stood rooted to the spot. Evelyn MacKenzie over 1 ' ' As She Looked, the Glare Left Polly's Eyes. J there against the bed faded from her mind, old .Marc's imaged face went away as if it had never seered her vision. Out and over the delightful words Ivohert had spoken to her rushed into her ears and stamped themselves in golden lire on her memory. "I love you, Polly." touched her like a caress, and, "You're my little girl," fell upon her like the, tender hand of Granny Hope's God. ; "The Greatest Mother in the World," whispered Pnllyop; and then something hard and hateful within her ^ broke, and the flood-tides of ltfve came pouring 111. As when a dim bursts, jountrp >l]y % tiller White -|j ? RHLivingstone. J?j firown anJ^m^any the pent-up waters sweep away nil tlie . I.KIoK In tlio (ill] lin- i BCCUIIIUIU^UU luuvmi >?v .... | used channels, so wns the squatter girl's heart cleansed of every unlovely emotion. To her uplifted vision "The Greatest Mother in the World" smiled again in benediction; and beyond her, dim in the background, appeared a wrinkled, toothless smile, and Polly j heard Granny Hope's withered Pps j saying: "Love's the hull thing. ornt. Just1 love, an' love, an' keep on lovin'." ' Full of the tenderest compassion, Pollyop turned swiftly, and at the sight of her flashing, radiant face, Evelyn fainted, toppled forward nnd rolled almost under the bed. The squatter girl bounded to her side, her frantic lingers tearing loose the ropes that Larry and Lye Braeger had made secure around Evelyn's body. They fell away, leaving the girl but a little heap on the floor. Tears streamed over her dnrk lashes as Pollyop gathered the limp head of * Evelyn MacKenzle into her arms. And then she prayed as Granny Hope had i taught her to pray. "Our Father i1 which art in heaven." The rest ot tnei'1 petition flipped from her mind, and she quoted with chattering teeth," "The t Lord is my shepherd, I shall not '> want." I Her strong arms lifted Evelyn and as she rolled over on the cot, Polly * Hopkins stood up and cried: 1 "Underneath Old Marc's woman are your everlasting arms, God dear!" I ? CHAPTER XVI ? ' ? "Can you speak to me?" Pollyop's voice was as tender as I when she had repented heavenly prom- v ises to the sad ones of the Silent City and had taught them that love was i ever present. f Evelyn gazed at her electrified. The brown eyes were softly luminous. The 1 lips which only a little while ago were t strained and blue now were sttirlet 1 unit fraught with sympathy. What ? wonderful thing had happened? Pol- I lyop had taken the rope off her Teet I and hands. She could wriggle a Utile, t 1 a?i. K..? , IMUM'UgO nrrr llffll null uitauiun; |. when she tried It. . I Prompted by the attempted move- I ment, Pollyop dropped to her knees and began to chafe the Injured ankles. "I'm goin' to give you back to your num." she said, quaking. "But you got to swear to him I swiped you, an' not any squatter men. He'll jail me forever, mebbe, hut I don't care about that. I love Lurry an' Lye Brneger too much to haul 'em Into this." Then her face fell beside Mrs. Mao Ken/.ie's. and she wept hysterically. Evelyn's fingers clutched at the chestnut curls. "Pollyop. oh. Polly, darling!" This was hII she could say. for she, j too. was weeping even more wildly i thnii it other. In the presence of' such divine unselfishness, the petals of her withered soul seemed to lift and open, as she groped for a broader i understanding. "Granny Hope learned me a lot of things," came up to Kve.'yn brokenly. j "She alwavs said. Gram y Hope did. | that love was strorger'n hate an' I must Just pray your man wouldu't be j so wicked to us sq-iutters." The glistening brown head rolled ! back and forth jn consuming agony. "Don't, Polly darling." Evelyn begged. "Don't, It's all right now. And my husband will?" Polly sat up, brushing back damp ringlets from her brow. "He won't do not bin' to help nie," she shot out. "Nothin" at all! First, I know 1dm . belter'n you do. Then next. I wouldn't ask him. 'Cause? 'cause I'm that bad, 1 ought to be without my Daddy Hopkins an' my Jerry baby." ller voice rose in wild I appeal. "Hut, Cod dear, how much I i want 'cm. Oh, how I want *eml" The words cut into Evelyn's heart 1 i with the keenness of physical pain. ! I Only a little while bofofc site had stood | alone at the brink of the grave. There | had been no hope that the suinmmer | would bring a helpless wee thing to i hold her close to Marcus. Put now? I 1 ? *1 KU1...I Vu irtUMit MM IQ ! HIT 1 IH'U^IIir> Milium. uu , i her faith in I'olly Hopkins tlint site I know in a littio while site would be I back in her husband's arms. The attack of weeping over, Pollyop arose and beat again into pap the hard bread and hot water. This time she took all the sugar left in the cup, board. Paddy would not be home for over two years, and Baby Jerry probably never, and she?she wouldn't be , in the shanty long. Groaning, she whipped the spoon so fiercely that some of the contents of the cup .splashed on the lloor. t "It ain't very toothsome," she said, coming hack to the cot; "but the lint's cold, an' you need a lot of warinin' i up. I'm gain' now an' get your map. j You'got this hot pap into your stom,1 aeh while I'm gone." Evelyn waved the cup away, holding f ont a shaking- hantl . "I don't want you to go^wlthputjre,1 Pollybp;" sue cr,ea. Tieuse, xioii't! euve nie here alone. I'm terribly j icared, I?I?" The grave young squatter contem- 1 dated her for the space of twenty eeonds, perhaps. j "You're afraid of the fishermen, nln't I ou, Miss?" she nske<J. "Well, you've ! rot a right to he! Larry's different1 'rom the rest, though he was as w 111 n'. up to this night, to chop off your lend, as me. But Larry's heart's soft i ind kind, Larry's Is." "I'm. afraid of everybody," gasped i Svelyn, "Everybody but you. Polly. 'I'm Afraid cf Everybody," Gasped Evelyn. 'lease, take me with you, or?or? et me stay till morning." A slight shalw of Pollyop's head irouglit Evelyn to a sitting position, nit miin-rneked bones and nerves laid ler back again. "There," interjected the other girl. You can see how hard It'd be to get ou through the snow to your ma's louse. You'd die before you got there, 'm blest if you wouldn't. No, I got to [o alone, Miss." Noting the fear in Mrs. Mackenzie's yes, she bent over the cot. "My 11 you believe something I'm gon' to tell you, Eve?" she snld in a vheodllng tone. "Surely I will, Polly," answered Svelyn, wiping her eyes, "hut I'm so ifraid, so awfully afraid." "That's nc lie," replied Pollyop Im>etuously, "an' as I said, you got a 1ght to be scared of the squatters. ,Vhy, only this afternoon I hated yati in' Old Marc as hard as the rest of he Silent City folks?more, mehhe! tut?but what I was really goLn' to ell you is this. If I lug you along vith me, you won't have no baby in lie summer. Thnt's God's truth I'm ellln'-voli. toOj" (To be Continued.) McMANUS GOING ABROAD Creator of "Bringing Up Father" Will Make Home in Ireland. TV) the roster of well known Americans who maintain country estates in Ireland there is to be added shortly the name of George McMnnus, the cartoonist and creator of "Bringing Up Father," who slipped quietly away from this country on one of the steamships sailing last Saturday, and who by the time he returns in late July will be the "landed proprietor" of a broad Irish demesne. As far back as 1913, while visiting a lifelong friend who inherited Clonally House, at Ballygawley in Tyrone, frcm a great uncle, McManus became inoculated with the desire to own an Irish home some day and for part of every year enjoy there the charm of Irish country life and saturate himself with the beauty of Irish scenery. The following year,?whiic the plan is still urgent in his mind (lie war came. Until- this year the war, anil the changes which followed it, and his own work have compelled him to defer tht> putting into effect of his intention. Hut lot si man in Ireland once announce that he is captivated with things Irish and not a war lasting u century will suffice to blur tin* effect of his announcement upon those interested?if they lice him?in having him come to hide among them. In the nearly ten years which have passed since Me.Manns declared himself in love with Irish life his friends in the green isle have wsitehed carefully for opportunities which they thought would attract him and have Kept him Informed of what was offering in the market and why. The recent situation in Ireland has brought salient changes to more thuh one ancient country family, and now the man looking for Irish acreage has a variety of choice and location which has not boon afforded .since I S is. At lea.".: six estates which .Mc.Manus has news of, have everything calculated to appeal to a new owner in whom the strain of artist pulses strongly. One has a castle on it, another a ruined monastery, another was once the home of a famous patriot, a fourth is the house which once sheltered a famous sportsman and soldier. Kach, according to descriptions which have aeeoinpanied pictures of the residence houses to this country, is in the heart of hunting land and in a neighborhood conspicuous for all those traditions which make Irish country life the hospitality dnd- individual thing that it is. MeManus' own inclination is for a certain estate which-,-looks out upon the, sea and behind which the coun try fulls away in a rolling imnoruma of field. woodland and lakes. The house Is four centuries old and has a ghost or two. Two kings have slept in it and three times its owners have held siege when their tennantry tried to burn it ahout their ears. St. Patrick is said to have preached on the lawn before the house where, there are still four tnll standing stones, which, according to legend, were once part of an open air druid temple. But before making his final choice, McManus will sec the several others and will live in or in the neighborhood of each for an extended stay In order to make certain^'that he will like It If he buys li. At a dinner In his honor Just before he went away he said: "1 expect to ha^e to deal with twenty solicitors, forty four land agents, six members of the House of Lords, and one thousand heirs, devisees, and next of kin, before I come back from Ireland, and listen to their logic and keep proof against their blarney and make a sensible choice in the long run. But I'll have the deeds to an Irish place" in my pocket when I come 'back. I made up my mind ten years ago that I was going to sit nt my own Irish fireside and Irloh 'urnn nntl iVmiIv my own pot'ccn before I reach the time of life when one plnee was the same a3 nnothcr and here goes." He will spend a long vacation at his estate every ycur after he takes It over and will manage to make his first residence include Christmas. He has always believed in long holidays ?insists that all work and no play makes Jiggs a dull boy. Mrs. McManus has gone to Ireland with him, and, as he says, probably will tip the balance of choice if the choice gets very narrow. RUSSIAN CHURCH JEWELS Russian Government Puts Them to Fit U?e. An Aladdin's cave of Jewels has been o|>ened by the decision of the Soviet authorities to confiscate some of the treasures of the Russian churches and sell them to feed the famine sufferers. (The Soviet decree lssuVd Feb. 26, directs the seizure of All precious metals and stones "which would ,not interfere v/ith the interests of the various cults." It has been announced that the All-Russian Central Committee will determine what articles are absolutely necessary for religious purposes and, exempt from, requisition.) Most famous of the church treasures, described by the Moscow newspaper Izvestia, Is the bejewelled ikon, "Our Lady of Kazan," at t^e Kazan Cathedral in Petrograd. It 1 sa representation of the Virgin done in beaten gold, weighing 10 pounds aq<J decorated with 1,655 larger and 1,532 leaser diamonds, 638 rubies, seven sapphires, 1,400 pearls | and 155 other Jewels; and hung about the neck of the Virgip is a diamond necklace of huge, first water stones. At Peter Paul's cathedral, also in Petrograd there is another famous ikon, known as the "Jerusalem Holy Lady," in solid gold. It is about two feet square, and contains 38 carats of large diamonds, 13 carats of middlesize diamonds and 14 and one-quarter carats of smaller stones. Altogether, 1" /.Uup/,h un \rti tho TwOflt Ifl t hPTA are 24 almost equally valuable ikons. To St. Isaac's cathedral, Pctrograd, were presented on the day it was opened, a total of 215 articles containing 81 .pounds of gold and 4,788 pounds of silver, and later a shrine was built of solid silver weighing 468 pounds. St. Isaac's also has one ikon 21 inches wide by 28 inches high, done in gold .overlay and bearing a, wreath in large diamonds. There are a dozen other ikons of tremendous value at St. Isaac's alone. While these big Tetrograd cathedrals, which were long favored by royalty, probably contain the most valuable treasures of the Oreek Orthodox church in Russia, neatly every one of the estimated 61,000 other cathedrals, monasteries, convents and churches contains objects in gold and silver and | jewelled ikons are not at all rare, even I in the smaller edifices. Royal gifts, donations by pious parishoncrs and cnurcn luxes lor centuries went largely into ornamenting the churches. Kazan cathedral was the holy of holies to the Cossacks. The Cossacks of the Don once sent to it I l,44o pounds of silver, asking lhat it be made into ikons of four of the | Apostles. Beyond their value in precious met| al and Jewels, soma of the objects might be extremely sought alter by collectors. The Byzantine magnificence of the jewelled ikons, however, might impress the Western world as moie ornate than artistic. With a few scattered exceptions, wherein some looting of churches may have occurred during the curly days ' of the revolution, church treasures have been left practically intact. Patriarch Tikhon, the head of the ; Russian church, is understood to con| tend that, since the church and the state have been separated, the title to j the treasures rests in the hands of the j parishoncrs of each church and that, | therefore, it is for each parish to decide what treasures It wishes to sur! render for the famine sufferers. He advises charity in this respect but it is believed in Moscow that the church, as a whole, will strenuously oppose general confiscation, while willing to surrender those objects 1 which it does not consider particularly ' holy or of essential use in sacramental observances. Good for What Ails You.?"Quite a long line in the doctor's office?" ! "Yea." "Lot of men 1,11?' . "Not ill, hopeful."?Judge. "BOLL WEEVIL SPECIAL" (Continued From I'age One.) : Dallas and went into camp. After j cleaning up a bit we walked around | the'camp to see if there was anybody there we knew and sure enough there was. They were J. B. Grant's cousins from Chester, S. C., and a boy that I knew while at Clemson College. They were Miss Sarah Carter, Dr- and Mrs. Marvin and Bob Marvin. They were on their way to Colorado. We sat , around the camp talking and Joking; until about 10 o'clock when we retired | for the nightOffered Jcb in the Army. April 12?Wo Aid not get up thin I morning until about 12, as we were tired and had nothing else to do but sleep. After having a bit to cat and getting the camp in order we were puzzled as to what to do as this was the place we were beaded for until the wheat harvest opened and we had no Job to keep us up until that time. We Just went up town to look around and see what the chances were and we soon round cnai cnunces 01 enu?i?.vnient were slim. Thcrp arc more people out of work In Dallas than there are Jobs. Money was running low and all of us had sworn we were not going to wire home for help. An army recruiting officer offered to take us In the army for three years hut we told him we did not care for that; but If | we could not get anything else we would Join. The balance of this story, young Mackorill says in a foot note, "will be brought home with me when I come back." YEAR WITHOUT A SUMMER Snow Fell Every Month During the Yjear 1816. In 1816 there was no summer in the United States. Snow fell every month of the year. Since that time 1816 has been generally called "poverty year" because nil prons wore total fail ]/i auhl?.?ii,r w. urcs. Others have called it "eighteen hundred and froze to death." Still others have referred to it as "mackerel year" because so little pork was available that the people lived on fish. The Weather Bureau writes us that snow fell on the seventh of June sufficient to cover the ground at Newton, Mass., and at Hopkinton, N. H., it was four inches deep. At Salem, Mass., on Saturday, June 8, there was a slight fall of snow, but it was not deep enough to make good sleighing. Along the northern portion of Massachusetts, large Icicles were pendant and the foliage of the forest trees was blasted by tho frosts. In Wllliamstown, Mass., the snow was twelve Inches deep on June 8, and in Cabot, eighteen inches. I ! THE SOUTH ha^eat FUTURE, SAYS ROGER BABSON. WE BELIEVE he ia right?we believe in the South, and we believe in YORK AND YORK COUNTY. KEEP YOUR MONEY AT HOME AND IMPROVE WHAT YOU HAVE. LOGAN LUMBER YARD 4 We Strive to Serve ar\d Satitfy." F. E. MOORE, Proprietor ii H WHA1 i v wMmm- li 9 \ i ff 15 1 ;p ? I ^ \ p . ? iiF- : pf ?!?5s-W5 fx i# J I I ? 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Many people perished in the snow drifts, birds flew into houses for shelter and great numbers of them were found dead in the fields. J. C. WILBORN t FOR SALE 176 Acres?Two 4-room residences, celled; 2 barns. 4-horcc farm open, balance in wood and pasture. Good strong land. Very liberal terms. Farm Loan of $1,500.00; $450.00 running for seven years, and the balance Cash. Price, $2,640.00. This is cheaper than renting. % I r UJTI DADM REAL ij* U VTIliDUllil ESTATE URTNEY | facC Service i R 3 A L CAR- | ! YORK, S. C. I; * ? TYPEWRITERS f ? ngements with the Type- ? jman-Ward Mfg. Co.), of $ their Rebuilt Underwood v i-nitory. The Shipman- ? zes on rebuilding Under- j; fr a large building in Chi- j J During the past dozen ? tiid sold hundreds of thou- % ypewriters, every one of | on-clad guarantee to be in | 7, with a Five-Year Guar- ? offered is an up-to-date X or No. 5 Models?the No. jt ind the No. 5 has 84 char- % Eh carriages. ? ?r model for Cash or on in- & r. 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