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THE PEOPLE. BARNWELL, S. C. ... Iht •mpany - “JUST POLLYOP—POLLY HOPKINSP’ i % “What'* your name f” he inquired. “Just Polly op,” teas the answer. "Polly Hopkins. My daddy is Jeremiah Hopkins, the mayor of this settlement.” "Can 1 do something for you, Polly Hopkins?”queried Robert, as she finished telling about life in the squatters' city. ■ She flung out both hands in a comprehensive gesture as much as to say he could see for himself how much she needed. “Sure, sure you can,” she said with fierce emphasis. “You can make Old Marc leave us squatters be. You’re bigger’n he is! The squatters need you awful bad.” Her voice broke. Robert took a long breath. Of course he could help this girl and her people. He would, too! As far as ' money gave power, he could equal and surpass Marcus Mackenzie. “I did try to .talk sense into Mr. MacRenzie’s head,” he re turned presently, hut now I will make him leave you alone.” In spite of the curved lips about which a smile lurked, there was apprehension tn her voice when she asked: “Yes, I think I could” laughed Robert; “but it won’t be nec essary.” . \ 4 “Then I see us Silent City folks bein’ happy again,” sighed Polly. “We got a awful lot of things an folks to take care of here.” T\«r« you —Storm Cow ■try Polly and Robort Porciral, Wroia* and bar* af anotbar al tbaaa faaciBatiaf ttarias by Graca Millar Wbita. ‘‘Toss af tka Storm Country” was bar ftrst story-. It arms printod as a so rial la a aaafasiao for woaioa—aad practically ostablisbod tbo aiagasiaa. It was pat oa tbo morio scrooa—aad amdo tbo fortuaa of a woma a film star of world-wido fame. Of c oars a Graca Millar Wbita (Mrs. Friaad H. Millar) kapt rifbt oa writiag of tbo “Storm Couatry." Half a doaoa otbor stories bare boaa successes. Mora tbaa a millioa capias of bar books bare boon sold. Tbo "Storm Couatry," by tbo way, is Cayuga Lake aad ricaity ia Now York, oao of tbo garden spots of tbo world. Giron a beautiful aad persecuted squatter girl aad a nice young man with brains, sympathy and moaay—wbat more do you want for romance! CHAPTER I. Four miles from Ithnrs. N. Y„ Oscar Bennett's farm spread its acres •long the face of West ‘ Hill between the Lehigh Valley tracks and the high way leading to Trunianshurg. Oscar | Bennett was whst the country people and even the Ithaca folks called a fine fam*er . His farmhouse faced a lane | that led to the west shore of I^ike 1 given to the wide eyes their shade of ripe chestnuts. Polly eipected every moment that Oscar would reach out for the pall, and, though with bad grace, he’d give her the milk Just the same. She fid geted Jn her chair and drew a long sigh—he was staring at her In such a peculiar manner from under hla heavf omwa. Why had he not noticed before that Polly noted the glitter In Bennett’s angry eyes and felt again the .quiver of fear. “She gives you all she gets her Ha gers on." she came back at him In de fense of the absent, Evelyn. “Lots of times site’s got along on About nothin’ to send you cash, an’ didn’t 1 come runnin‘ up here with It as soon as she give it fo N° w ,u *’ s gettln’ on that Jgye iiln’t spendln* her money on herself, an* she watches ’er like a hawk does a chicken. She told me that only yesterday." The squatter girl rose to her feet, anxious to be gone. “Oscar, you might be lettln’ me have just a wee bit of -thilk. You ain’t losln’ nothin’ through me." She picked up the pall, and with a wl the mton snatched it out of her Wbuien’re a d—d nuisance," he grumble^Nv“Well, wait here.” He went otrt^of the room, and Polly Hopkins drew a'iqng breath. Tt was getting harder every-day to get the milk she needed. When Bennett returned>^he was standing with her hand on tntKdoor knob, ready to go. In silence she t the pail he offered her. * “Looka here, Pollyop,” he began ab ruptly. as Rollv opened the door. “W’hat’s to hinder your paying for your milk yourself?" He said It with extreme deliberation, making emphatic the last words. Polly threw up her head and eyed him sharply. *T run my legs most off for you as ’Us, Qscaf,” she retorted, “between here aud-^the Robertsons’; but I don’t never have no money. You know that, an’ Daddy Hopkins don’t get much, either. If I had a dollar, I bet I’d spend every penny of It flllin’ up Jerry an* Daddy an’ Granny Hope with milk an’ eggs.” To make him understand how anxious sue was to please him, she went forward a pace. “An’ I’d buy ’em all of you, Oscar. That’s ns true as Granny Hope's God Is settln* up In the sky." “I didn't ask you for money," an swered Bennett, staring at her. Sud denly he came close to her; and Polly backed to the door. Hla face was red and agitated; the cords In hla neck were swollen while his fingers twisted eagerly. That was another thing about which Polly's eyes had been opened tn two years of growing womanhood. When a man looked as Oscar did now. a girl got away as fast as she could. "You might pay me In kisses." he muttered hoarsely, towering over her. “Ten kisses for each bucket. You’re s heap prettier than Eve." For a long moment Polly did not speak. Her breast heaved as she swayed backward. “I get all the kisses I want to home." she said. “Here, take your hand ofifn me, Oecar. or I'll tell Eve tiayuga. and from the front porch he I **'7 Hopkins was so pretty. Oscar «ould see. much to his dislike, the few *"»**”*• • *l'»w amlle parted hla straggling squatter shacks that ‘'l* *>*» *"* r « f * d * •"<! brought to an end northward the 81- ,on * dark lashes only added to Ben- lent City. Like all other substantia! n * ,t,, !,u ‘ ,d * n ^“Iratlon. A quick- «ttlzens Oscar detested the squatters. In his estimation they were a set of thieving loafers snd sneaks, and many tlmea he had wished that he owned the ground they squatted on Instead of Marcus MacKenzie. Of course It was no secret that MacKensie never let an op|M»rtunlty slip to pop a fisherman Into Jail, hut In Bennett's opinion that treatment •was not aevere enough, and t»esides. It did not accomplish anything. Mnc- Kenzle's Idea was to Jail the men •whenever the chance came and for a period as long as the law would allow. But what good did that do? Fierce x “"atred flamed In the haggard faces of he women, and they held to their •quatter rights with the tenacity of leeches until their husbands’ were given hack to them. Bennett would bave done away with the wives and mothers If the Job of breaking up the Silent City had been his. No man •would hang to a hut long without a woman in it. t • One morning in the early spring Os- <nr was finishing his breakfast when the door opened slowly. A girl with a small tin paU In her hand stepped Into the room. She smiled at t\jm al most humbly. “Shut the door!” he shouted at her. **Where's your manners, Polly Hop kins? Can’t you see the ruin’s com ing In after you?” The smile faded from the girl's face. Mechanically she turned, closed the •door and, uninvited, seated hprself in a chair and placed the pail at her aide. “So you’ve come begging. Pollyop,” went on the farmer, wiping his Tlpa, •on the sleeve of his gingham shirt. “Well, you mights as well turn tali jtnd run home again, for you’re not go ing to get anything more from me. I don’t want a poacher’s brat around here." The girl’s bare wet feet drew tense ly backward under the chair; but she -remained discreetly silent. Osear al ways abused her aud called her nam^s, but that was because she was a squat ter. After a while, he'd change his mind, and then she would take home what ah^ewroe for. She-ooted with a •quick breath that Oscar’s eyes softened luring the time he was silent. That ed well for her errand; but Ben nett's mind-was not on milk or-any •of thoae suffering for the want of It. He had Just discovered that Polly Hopkins was' beautiful even If she barefooted-^ and ragged. Her straight young shoulders were covered with wot curia that teemed to have •qiiH Rdur Pv-i "neti drawn breath slipped audibly past the tiian's teeth. Pollyop sensed In his at titude toward her a new quality that she recognized intuitively at danger ous. To bring his attention hack to the purpose of her visit, she ventured to say: “I thought It wouldn’t hurt you none, Oscar, to gimme a little milk for Granny Hope an’ Jerry. I’m always runnln'. errands for you an’ your woman." Bennett’s heavy farm hoots made a scraping sound under the table. “What good does that do me?" he returned. “I'pon niy .soul, I might as well be without a wife as to have one who won’t live with me or let anyone know I’m _ her husband. I’m gettln' sick, good and plenty sick, I can tell you. Miss PoJly Hopkins." This speech did not disturb Polly over much, for he’d made It a dozen times before. It was only the expres sion in his gaze, she did not quite like. Her mind went to Evelyn Rob ertson, the girl that Oscar had mar ried. As if It were but yesterday, she remembered how two years ago she had gone with them under protest to a minister far back In the hills. . Eve lyn had explained that for some time To come no one but the three must know of the marriage. ^ Pollyop had learned a great many things in two years! What girl does not after she’s passed her fifteenth, birthday? One of the things she had found out was that Oscar was a dread ful person, more dreadful than most of the squatter men. Of course the men folks of her people did beat their women, now and then. Thut was their right without any question. The blood colored even her ears as she reraem- bere ’ how Oscar hectored his wife tor the money it was so hard for Evelyn to get. Another tljing sh* fiad come to understand was that, if Oscar had not been afraid of the powerful Rob ertson family, he would have forced Evelyn Into his home long before this. It had been a hard two years’ task to keep him quiet. / ^ “Mebbe you are gettln’ sick, Oscar,” she interposed. “I don’t know—- mebbe; but you know what that old “l Didn't Azk You for Monoy.” the first time I get sight of her."' She glared up at him like a cornered ani mal. "I said Fd tell Eve. I’ll do more than that! I’ll put old woman Rob ertson next to your coppin’ her kl<f an’ marryln’ ’er.” Oscar’s fingers relaxed, and his hand dropped away from her arm as a rough laugh left his Ups. She looked so lovely, her eyes blazing, her curls tumbled in confusion on her shoulders, that he would have taken Ids pay for the milk without her permission If she had not thrown at him a threat he feared she would carry out. / “Men’s kisses are what you’ll get, my pretty lass," he predicted grimly, “and If I was finished with Eve, by God, I’d set about getting my share. I won’t always be married to my lady Robertson, mind you, Follydp.’* The blood had left his face. He was quite white and stent, and by this time Polly was on the porch. “’Taln’t so easy to get unmarried as ’tls to get married," she told him. "An’ me! I’m Just Daddy Hopkins' brat, an' I don’t want any kisses but hls’n. Fd let Jerry’s tongue *o twist for milk before Fd pay for it with— with—" . turned back Into the boose. ♦ Peg the moment he paused In the kitchen; be could hear hla old mother pottering about overhead In his bedroom. x She was doing the work his wife ought to do! What a fool he had been to marry Evelyn Robertson! Instead of the fortune he had expected, he was tied hand and foot without money or wom an. He thought of the radiant squat ter girl who had Just left him. Two years ago womanhood had not dawned upon Polly Hopkins, but today— He undertoned an oath and went out to the ham. Polly Hopkins ran down the lane a* fast as her legs could carry her. The milk was safe In the hucket. and she had scarcely reached the railroad tracks before she had decided not to mention Oscar’s vicious demand upon her. If she told Daddy Hopkins, he would do some harm to Bennett, and there would be no more eggs and milk for Granny and Jerry. If she spoke of it to Evelyn, there was no telling what the girl would do. I The tangle-haired squatter girl was the daughter of Jeremiah Hopkins, the mayor of the Silent City, the leader of all those who lived in the rows of huts hat ran along the Lehigh Valley and on down the lakeside. Unchuth and ignorant were Jere miah and his kind, and visitors who came to the ittile city of Ithaca agreed with the town’s inhabitants that It was. a shame the law allowed such a blot as the Silent City uppn the nat ural beauty of Cayuga andltamajea- tic surroundings. \ Pollyop stood shivering, her ^roubleMv gaze searching the lake for a boat. Daddy Hopkins had gone away early with Wee Jerry, and she always wor ried a little when they were out. Yet she knew that the only way to get the bread, beans and bacon for the family was for Daddy Hopkins to defy the law and drag hit nets when ever the game wardens were not shout. Without the lake and Its hid den food. It would be a desolate world Indeed, t Wee Jerry was Polly’s flve-yesr-old brother, and long before he could walk, he had chosen his father’s big shoulders upon which to heat his way through an unfriendly and often hun gry world. Rut this same world which had wizened Jerry had given to Polly a wild beauty, a body strong and as pliant as a marsh reed. With a sigh Pollyop turned to the house. The door was shut against the storm, and a thin curl of smoke twisted upward from the toppling chimney, losing Itself In the haby leaves of the willows. The little lines that had traced the troubled brow vanished at the sight of a slab of wood over the ^nor. On It was paint ed In crude letters: “If your heart ia loving and kind come right In. If It ain’t, smot off." . Pollyop and Granny Hope had worked a long time to make this sign, and even longer to nail lls up. “It’ll help the Silent City folks. Granny." aha had aaid. “ ’Specially, If I amlle a lot at ’em." She flung open the door and went In, closing It behind her. In one cor ner cf the kitchen, an old woman, so old that no squatter could remember her other than aged, sat near the stove. About her shoulders was a shawl, and Its edges were held to gether with dawllke fingers. Munching on a hit of hay at the wood-box* was a lean goat, an old friend of Polly Hopkins. Long ago she had found him, loat In the wilder ness of the Storm country, and had brought him to the Silent City. 'The shanty Constated of three rooms. Back of the kitchen Daddy Hopkins slept, snd in the miserable coop-h<Ue where Polly had once stored rubbish Granny Hope stretched out her weary hones at night. Polly’s bed ranged the kitchen wall, and the room had but a bench, two old chairs and a three-legged table to offer in rude hos pitality. “I wheedled a little milk from Os- ^car, Granny," said the girl. “Goddy, but he’s stingy!” She put down the pail, went to the stove and thrust a piece of wood into it. * . "Wood’s as wet as hell," she com plained. almost as if she had spoken to herself. The old woman stirred aud lifted her withered lids. * “Hell qln’t w-et," she muttered. “It’s dry an’ warm—hot, l mean," and she shivered, drawing nearer the firfe* “ ’Taln’t like .this lakeside." V Granny Hope had been in the Hop kins’ shack since the first winter snow. Her own hut stood on a little point about a quarter of a mile away^ In It she had lived alone ever since her hus band had gone down In the Big Blow, a stonn that was a tradition In the settlement, and which otrty the oldest inhabitants of the Silent City could remember. TWO NIUO IN EXPIOSIOII Barnatt Griffin Olss at HoefTltat In Columbia—Details of Gaston Saw ' Mill Tragedy Meagre. Columbia.—Barnett Griffin, of Gas ton, died at the Baptist hospital as the result of Injuries received iu a holier explosion which .also instantly killed Griffin’s brother and injured a third man. Ba-natt Griffin was only about 15 years old. The explosion was that of the boiler of & saw mill at Gaston where, ac cording to the information reaching Columbia, the two Griffin boys and several Other persons were working at the time. A piece of flying debris struck Barnett Griffin in the head, fracturing his skull, while his left arm was also lacerated severely. The explosion also caused a .deep burn about the abdomen. Barnett Grlffjn was brought to the Baptist hospital where he underwent an operation in a vain effort to save his life, living only about £>alf an hour after his arrival here. Young Griffin’s brother was almost instantly killed by th# explosion, ac cording to the information received In Columbia, while a third young man was almost completely buried beneath the debris to escape with minor hurts. Outlines Program for Convention. Sumter.—Poet O of the T. P. A. gave a smokef for its members for the pur pose of considering plans for the state convention which will be held in Sum ter May 4 and 5. The smoker was held at the Y. M. C. A. building and the repast was served by the high school “Y" girls. H. L. Scarborough, who is president of the local post, placed before the members a tentative program which he had outlined and which had been approved by various posts and members to whom he has submitted It over the state. The prin cipal features of this program are n compact business session for the first day. with a lunch at mid-day, a chicken stew late In the afternoon and an en tertainment that evening; for the sec ond day a short business sesion that will eaable up-country delegates to takp the noon train for their homes. •Old Marc had a beautiful angei with him.*’ Oscar sprang at her. She was so Mias Robertson woukF** to ytffr nif tahftffztngff airuring even her girl If you. told. You’d get Eve, mebbe, but you sure wouldn’t get any more money.” The man’s frfire darkened. ‘That’s. Just the rub." he conceded, “hut at that Eve^ ain’t playing square with me.The Robertsons have money to burn, and she deals it out to me In small little dollars. I tell yon I’m sick of the whole thing." in her grotesque attire that for the moment be forgot bfe had reason to fear her. * “FI! kiss you. anyway." he snarled, but Polly r fleht-footed and afraid, shot from the porch and reached the lane, the milk dashing against the cover of the pail. The man halted, looking after her. , With g shrug of hla shoulders he (TO BE CONTINUED.) ' • fa.'. v The Fourth Estate. The expression “the fourth estate," referring to newspaper workers, is credited to Edmund Burke, who la QW&ed ln ’P'lMfjVllifj tore on “Heroes and Hero Worship” as saying. “There are three estates in parliament, but In the reporters’ gal lery yonder there sits a fourth estate, more Important far than they all." This was in 1839. In this country where class dlstincthms are not Jhade poiltl -ally little ever ia heard af the three estates—*he nobility, the clergy and the people—but the term “fount estate" It comparatively This will fix ^ my cold ....... — F UMM* asswa paroxysms of coughing. No harmful drugs, but just good medicine. All druggists, 60c. New Disci _ For Colds and Cou^i Stubborn Bowels Tamed. Lcwv- ing the bowels unmoved results ia health destruction. Let the gently stimulating Dr. King's Pills bring ta you a regular, normal bowel functioa* mg. 25 cents. All druggists. * * w-wu King’ Bank in Opur** 1 *"- Anderaon—The Cltlseda’ Bank of Hones Path opened Its doors after be ing closed for almost a month. The directors are optimistic about the fu ture of the bank, and tendered a vote of thanks to James Craig, state bank examiner, and his assistants In reop ening the Institution During the first hour after the hank reopened de posits amounted to t&.000. The old de positors guaranteed to leave their de posits in the bank for a yaar. Regrettable Error. The battalion waa in camp. TeatB had been pitched and ail made ship shape. The cooks had lit their fires rad dixies were simmering sweetly. 7 1 - Tlte sergeant _ major made hlB rounds. “Tripe and unyuns for supper," ha said. "Get the tripe ready." One of the cooks looked up in ear- prise. “But where’s the trotpe, rirT* hq asked. “Hanging, up on that tent pels," waa the reply. “Lor*," said the cook, “an* I Jrat been wiping roe ’anda on 111 Tort tt was a dirty towel."—London Paradoxical ReeuK. “Did she succeed in her making?" “Yea. and yet she sweet mesa of it." We do not beMeT*L{hat the klcHef a cow Is the moat acceptable form of milk ponoh. -t— Hundreds at Work on Bridge. Charleston —The scene at the atta of the Santpe river bridge and tbo ap proaches thereto ia a very busy one at present, with something like 100 men at work, and the big construction project is shaping np very well, the prospects being that the bridge will be completed about this time next year. Work on the substructure, on the piling and on the filling ia pro ceeding rapidly and the substructure is approximately threeTourths finish ed. it is estimated. Work oa this end of the project has been slowed up a bit because of the high water, but that has not hindered activity on the shore ends. The Slmons-Mayrant company has this constrnction In charge. It is of Interest to note that material for ttre superstructure or bridge proper, is’arriving and the Atlantic Bridge Co., contractors, will in due time com mence work on this feature of the project Local Agent* Wanted i« mu ft Hick cumm rwiiy asftf >—a lift* •< Stlvvrwftr* SlPMt trwa Cftfttftry ta •atrft 1 ■ r—«cm*nt of M M far aampiao w- OftlroS which will So r«faftdw<S (So to lar* of mmpUt to Lrft*au«rf oSoo Live ftftonto mako Mg moftojr Prod It gtwoa for to- poftt ordoro Writ* for forth or oortleoloro to VmoiKlA SJL1 twang coiiPAjrT Killed by Automobile. Anderson, r— Abraham Paletz was struck by an automobile and died from his Injuries shortly after he was taken to a hospital. The car was driven by Henry Hill, young white man from Equinox mill. Charlie Hill. Raymond Morris and two other men. named Hel ler and Freeman, are being held at the county Jail. These four men are said to have been in the car. 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The grading and packing of the crates were under the supervision of L. H. Lewis, marketing agent of the extension forces. Large numbers of farmers observed the manner in which the potatoes were handled and gained much valuable information. Pot Discusses Marketing Plan. . ^ Newberry.—Clarence Poe, editor of The Progressive Fanner, addressed a court house here. The court honue could not accommodate all who had come to hear this student of agricul tural problems. His suf^ect^as the cooperative marketing or pool lug of cotton in connection with the paign being pressed over the state. PLUG TOBACCO Known as ‘Tryit-andyou. will know why ChillTonic -