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"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
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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
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CHAPTER XVI
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"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.)
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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.
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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."
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on the night of the seventh end remained
there through the night, his
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