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T * A Woman's Reason. “Why did you go and tell your chum I am giving a party?” “Because I knew she wasn’t asked.”—Judge. by Grace Miller White Copyright by little. Brown fit Co. MARCUS MACKENZIE. SYNOPSIS.—Occupying a dilapi dated shack In the Silent City, a -squatter settlement near Ithaca, New York, Polly Hopkins Uvea with her father, srofall Jerry, and an old woman. Granny Hope. On an ad-, jacent farm, Oscar Bennett, pros perous farmer. Is a neighbor. He is secretly married to Evelyn Rob ertson, supposedly wealthy girl of their neighborhood. Polly alone knows their secret. Oscar Is a thoroughgoing villain. He is tired of his wlfs and has his eye on the pretty squatter girl, with her radi ant eyes and her tumbling curls. And of course Polly would fight like a wildcat if Oscar so much as laid hand! on her. THE MIN WHO LOOKS VIG0R00S Good red blood is the only sure foundation of Permanent Health and Vigor. Good color, bright eyes, solid flesh, •rect bearing are detmndent upon rich red blood If your blood Is not up to the mark your general health ran not be. Late hours, eating the wrong foods, working Indoors, fatigue, affect the blood. Ho many people eat well and take eXerclee, yet never seem to Im prove In health. Gude'a I'epto Matigan taken regularly for a while gives the blood that richness and redness that produces bounding health and vigor. It la a simple, natural way to get well aod strong. Gude'a 1'epto-kfangan comes in liquid or tablets—at your druggist's. Advertlsemebt. According to Her Cookbook. Mrs. Younghrkle—Mercy! Thst pie la burning ami I can’t take It out for ten minutes yet! DANDERINE. Stops Hair Coming Out; Thickens. Beautifies. 35 cents buys a bottle of “Dander* 4ne” at any drug store. After one ap plication you can not find a jmrtlcle of dandruff or a felling hair. Besides, every hair shows new life, vigor, bright ness, more color and abundance.—Ad vertisement Who Knows? “I wonder what he does in the sum mer time?” “Who?” “The profes alotml snow shoveler.”—Detroit Tress. I f ree MOTHER! ULEAfi CHILD’S BOWELS WITH CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP CHAPTER I—Continued. —2— One day Polly had found her sick In bed. and, as she bad led the forlorn billy goat home, so did she bring Granny Hope, never realizing that In the tottering old figure she was en tertaining an angel unawares. All she knew was that Granny’s toothless smile, her cheerful words of love and kindliness, made the sun shine bright er and the meager food mqre filling. During the winter. Mrs. Hope had encouraged the girl to read. At first that had been difficult, for the shanty contained nothing hut the tittered Bible the old woman had brought with her. Over and over Polly had read the miseries of Job the patient, the long lamentations of Jeremiah, who al ways put her In mind of Daddy Hop kins; and she also knew by heart the story of the cnidflxlon of Jesus, who. so the Bible said, was the best man that had ever walked the globe. So bad those winter days of close companionship with the troman who had lived long and suffered much, and who now was almost ready to on' to larger experiences, brought out In Polly Hopkins a greater capacity for loving. The squatters called her ’Poilyop. the love-lass." and sonte- tlmea, “Polly of the eun.“ Granny Hope explained this by saying: “They all love you. Poll, an’ It’s nut of your own heart they get the feelln’ of Joy when they see ye.” From behind the wood-box near where the goat stood, Poilyop took uq an ax. Tenderly she bent and placed a klaa upon the goat’s homy head. Then she touched Granny Hope. The woman lifted her lids and smiled at the girl. “What’s the matter, love-lass?** she murmured. “Pm goln' out. Granny." replied Polly. “If Daddy comas, tell im I'll he hack la a while." Into the rain she went, her bare feet carrying her swiftly over the ragged rocks, her cutis gathered under her chin like a warm glistening hood. When later she appeared In front of the shanty, her'gingham skirt was filled with rusty |»ami and old pieces of tin. She placed them on the door step. /and l«»oklng hesitatingly at the willow tree, went hack Into t^e house. From a lAg Polly took a pair of her father's trousers and elatultered into them, tucking her skirts out of sight and rolling up the trouser legs, for Daddy Hopkins was much tnller than his daughter. Into one of the big pockets Polly thrust a handful of nails. It was u grotesque looking girl who a few minutes later was flatten ing out the pans and the old bits of tin upon the* stone. When that was finished, she gath ered them up and, ax in hand, climbed Into the willow tree and onto the roof. Daddy Hopkins would be glad when he came home and found the shack dry and warm. Then she began her tusk of'hammering the pieces of tin over the holes through which the water dripped. Once In a w’hlle she stopped working, and, flat on her sym- ach, sought for smaller cracks. Just as she had mended the last hole, she heard the sound of horses’ hoofs and men's voices: 'With th'C’f^iir of the persecuted, she crouched close to the roof, and like some frightened animal, crawled to thg edge of it. Squatters did not speak like that, neither did they ride horseback frown faded from Poilyop!* brow as she gazed wonderlngly upon him. She marked his flashing) glances that swept the Silent City. She noted wrlth .ft strange HtUe thrill the beauty of the clea*eut features, the full, kindly ■mouth and the smooth, tanned akin. Marcus MacKenzie was speaking rapidly, and though Polly could not hear what he said, she knew he was talking of the squatters. Then words that made her tingle with Joy came distinctly to her ears. “But you can’t turn a lof^of folks out of their homes, Marc," rang forth a deep, rich voice. “Wliere under the heaven would they go If you did?” “Anywhere they d—n please.” snarled MacKenzie contemptuously. “If they were all d?ad, they'd be bet ter off. and Ithaca too.” Polly’s hand tightened on the ax- handle. To let It fly straight Into the face of the haughty Ithacan would have been satisfaction Indeed! “Have you tried to buy them out?” asked the other. “No, and I don’t Intend to,” was the sharp retort. "They’ll go because I’ll make them go, that's' all. I’ve been too busy for the last two years to make much of a dent among them, but, now I'm home for good. 1 mean to clear them off.” An outward gesture of the officer’s hand told Polly he was not- In sympathy with MacKenzIe'a threat. “Toir can’t Judge o( the situa tion, Bob," Marcus went on, “because you’ve been gone for year*. Kvelyo can tell you what they are, though.” The speaker wheeled his horse ftnd pointed his riding whip straight at the Hitpklna* shanty; and Polly’s curly bead drew quickly back. * “One of the worat of them Uvea there !** she heard plainly. “He's sort of a mayor of the settlement. Jere miah Hopkins! And such a tribe as that hut holda can't he found any- j “They’re pigs. Bob, I tell you,” he repeated roughly, "and what I brought you down here today for—” Polly lost thft. rest of his sentence. Back and yet farther back she slipped over the roof. She' had never heard anything so dreadful'aft this. In fact, she had always quite liked pigs, but she had never thought of comparing the shanty or Granny Hope and Uaddjr Hopkins to ft barnyard and Us occu pants. t She heard the men ride away; and once more she sat up. By raising her body a little, she could see them walk ing their horses along the road that led its crooked way through the set tlement. MacKenzie’s straight, thick-net fig ure made her shtidder, but the slim, boyish one beside him brought a queer little thrill to her heart. “He’s, a beautiful angel himself, she murmured, and taking up the ax, she slipped down the tree and dropped to the wet ground. Granny Hope straightened up as Polly entered the kitchen. Swiftly the girl crawled out ,of her father’s trousers and tossed back her curls. “What's the matter, pretty brat?*’ queried the woman drowsily. “I got to find l>addy,” replied Polly, her voice shaking. “Old - Marc’s back an' he's after us squatters a-flyio’, an’. Granny—” She paused, her face softened, and she smiled. # "Yep, honey?” prompted Mrs. Hope. “Old Marc had a beautiful angel wltK him,” went on thft girt, “an’ be likes us squatters. He stood light ap to that rotten MacKenzie. I heard him, I did.” She crossed to the old woman's side. “Love's able to send • angel slapbang down to this old earth to help us. huh. Granny HopeT* “Yep, sure—sure. h«»oey-flrl," mur mured Granny, and once more her head bobbed forward, and she slept. Polly Hopkins crept out of the hut and sped away along the shore toward Bad Man’s ravine. CHAPTER II. It Was a Grotesque Looking Girl Who a Few Minutes Later Was Flatten. Ing Out the Pans and the Old Bit* of T n Upon the Stone. where else In this county. A worth- less. tangle-haired girl nnd a boy half In the grave, and I heard only this morning they’re harboring a hag by the name of Hope. They live like pigs, too.” “The poor things haven’t much of a chance to live otherwise, have they. Marc?" The, question evidently re quired no answer. “Well, what do you think of that?” he went on. Then he read aloud: “‘If your heart Is loving and kind, come right In. If It ain’t, scoot off.’ Why, that’s beautiful!" The warm, velvety brown the rich man’s threats had made a hard glare was brought back to Polly’s eyes by these words. She could have hugged the speaker as hard as she sometimes did Pafjdy Hopkins! ^7 ▲bout the time Polly Hopkins began to repair the shack roof. Evelyn Rob ertson came into the room where her mother sat reading. The girl was dressed to go out and was drawing a pair of glovea over her ringed fingers. "Where are you going. KveT’ In quires! the lady. "It seems to me that you're running out altogether too muen. There's your piano! You haven't practiced In month* Now don't blame me, Kve, If, when Marcus asks you to play, you fall flat." A dull red ran Into the girl's cheeks, but she msde no reply as she smoothed the wrinkles from her gloves. "The good l«ord knows,” continued the mother Irritably, “that I've kept at you enough. Now Marc and Robert are home, how are you going to enter tain them? 'Men demand s6 much.” The ex|ierienees of the past two yean* had taught Kvelyn that lesson. It had been demand, demand and more demanding mar since, on girlish Im pulse. she had secretly married Oscar Bennett. . ** “And you heard what Marcus said last night about the Silent City folks.” went on Mph. Holterlson. “What you want of that Hopkins girl I don’t un derstand. Marcus says her father Is the most dangerous man among the lot of them, and the girl herself Is queer.” “Oh, don’t talk about the squatters all the time,” cried Kvelyn. "I hate lyu’a fingers, ami It up. “If I lead Marcus on,” she suggest ed, rising, “and—and get him to ask me to marry him. will you give me apy sum of money I want?” Her voice shook with emotion, and her young face seemed suddenly old and haggard. Mra. Robertson had never seen her daughter In such a state..' v “Sit down a minute, Evelyn,” sh* commanded. “Nbw tell me what ypu want money tar. I know very well that you haven’t spent ivhat I’ve al lowed you upon yourself. That’* why I’ve refused you so much lately. No more secrets or mystery! I want the facts. Now tell tqe this minute." The girl dropped into a chair and buried her face In her hand*. *T can’t,” she whispered. For some time she remained In the same attitude, while her mother studied her silently. At length the girl lifted herself erect. ' “I can’t explain,” she broke out, "and I suppose you’re thinking all kinds of things. I can’t help It If you do. You’ll have to give me the money I need, if you want me to marry Marc. There’s no Ifs’ and ‘ands’ about that. If you’ll give me the money"—she fal tered. wiped her Ups and concluded slowly, "I’ll marry Marcus MacKen- zle.” . ; "You must be crazy.•Eve," Mrs. Rob ertson said in a cold voice, “to talk to me like that. If you have any secrets from me. It’s time you told them.” “WellT*’ shot from Evelyn sharply, “suppose I have? It’s my secret, isn't It? Are you going to help me or not, that’s the question.” It was evident to Mrs: Robertson that the situation was not to be trifled with. In a twinkling her daughter had changed from a meek and timid girl to an aggressive woman. To try to bully her any more would be a mere waste of effort. “Heavens. pretty how to do. I must say Imagine why you should want money. It doesn't make much difference, any way. Thers are more reasons than one why you can't get It from ma.” “What are they?" fell from the girl’s Ups. "The first Is," returned-the mother, tartly. "1 don't like being held up la this high-handed manner by my own daughter." 8he paused ; and Evelyn caught her breath. If that were all, she would row and rage until she got what the wanted. Mother and daughter were starlag at one another, each demanding an ex planatlon. Evelyn did not Intend to make any ^ Mrs. Robertson weakened before the steely-bluf Its the girl's eye*. “But the main reason la. Healthy, Happy Babies The bast way to keep babr In crowing, contented health la Mrs. Winslow's ■ala. pleasant, and teething trouble* MRS. WINSLOW’S SYRUP is best for bebr. from narcotics, _____ aB harmful kivedisnte. Open i ee every whet. formula < Guaranteed free alcohol s. Open « Atmathmifif Write ter trm femWst mt totters Cnm Kiautet ■«*—. _ ftesls Smsrisee DPKlCew '/"t % jKrgit fr* nhe began, "this Is I can't the very sound of the word. Polly Hopkins, anyway? . . .. Now Marcus Is home—” "Darling," the mother interrupted eagerly, “it has alwuys been my lp>pe that you and Marc would grow to care for each other. He is so rich and so handsome! Now, isn’t he?” A groan almost lejjpt. from Evelyn’s lips. What a fool she had been! Here she was married to a man she loathed, a man she was ashamed of! The realization that another man, rich. What's*^d huskily. •back. le two Even a sick child loves the “fruity” taste of “California Fig Syrup.” If the cuttle tongue is coated, or if your child is llstles^, cross, feverish, full of cold, or has colic, give a teaspoouful to cleanse the liver and bowels. In a few hours you can see for yourself how thoroughly it works all the constipa tion poison, sour bile and waste out of the bowels, and you have a welt,•’play ful child again. % , w Millions of mothers keep “California Fig Syrup” handy. They know a tea- spoonful today saves a sick child to morrow. Ask your druggist for f^nu- ine “California Fig Syrup” which has <4peqtioua. for babies and children Of •11 ages printed on bottle. Mother! You must say “California" or you may get an imitation fig syrup.—Advertise? menL - ’ “Upbbish!” sneered MacKenzie. “Perfect rot! Your aunt was saying this morning that the Hopkins girl Is as odd as she is filthy, The very Idea of having a thing like that hung np!” Polly saw the younger man reach out and touch the speaker .with a gloved hand. . • . ; • ' ‘Love Isn’t rubbish, wherever you find It. old chap!” he exclaimed.. “It gives even a squatter shark-a glimpse of heaven. You ought to help these people. Marc. Give them* a chance; make s*<methlng of them, and they won’t bother you.” ^ • Burning tears filled Polly’s eyes. To hear him speak In sympathy with her fishermen friends touched her deeply. And. he had spoken of love In the same that did mu heat with dread at tbafqray Granny Hop# did too. PoHrep- There In the lane, astride two mag nificent animals, were two men. One she recognized Instantly. Polly had every reason to know the tall man whose dark, handsome face had cast, deep; shadows .over the Silent City. Marcus MacKenzie had been for years the 116106818 that hung over the Cayu ga lake squatters. Even ddrlng his absence on war wortc abroad, hl£ Jong arm had often reached back to the Silent City to pick away some Ims- band and close the prison gatea be hind him. Poilyop had a passionate desire to throW the ax at him. She knew there was not a heart In all the Silent City good-looking and in every way desira ble, had turned his serious eyes upon her, almost made her blurt out the on. “I haven't got It I don’t own this house, nor—nor—" Kvelyn sprang to her feot and con fronted Jier mother. Hor face was drawn Into cruel lines, and her hands were gripped spasmodically. "You He." she burst forth. “You've always lied to me shout money." A bitter smile drew down the cor ners of the older woman’s mouth. She knew how true the accusation was. "Well, this time." she answered. “Pm telling you the simple truth. I not only do not own Rils house, but—" "Then who does own ItT" Interject ed the girt. * "Your cousin, Robert Perdval." wqa the quick resp*U)ar.L«>nd he's supplied all thF - money we have used. Now perhaps you won't try to get some thing out of me I haven't got.” "Mother!" cried the girl. In agony. ”1 told you, Kve. that you should know the truth." Mrs. Robertson cop- ttrrned. “Yrni’ve asked tar It, and here It Is. When Robert’s father and mother died. I came here to take care of him. I had nothing then and have nothing now. /‘You were only a baby, and I've always kept the facts from you. When Robert went to war, he arranged thatTTf he didn’t come hack, I should have the home and enough money to keep us." Evelyn’s eyes widened. Of a surety this was the truth. “Then we aren’t rich?” she demand DON’T i DESPAIR. 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Then she <hukM a glimpse of the uHut man’s fu<v -'nd forgot her terror •>f Marcus MacKe.izIe. la Ithaca and about it she had seen many soldiers ul never anyone like MacKenzie* • xnptinlon. Ha was <tressed in an of- uwr'K uniform, and. his horse >h'ried him Into belter view, the had never Imagined Old Marc’s kind ever thought of the meek—the lowly— and the hungry. Far’sbove the world, up in the skies beyond the clouds where, the tdue was/ right alongside the crucified Navtor. Folly Hopkins placed this new friend of the Kilent City. Her thoughts were Interrupted ,by MacKenzie speaking. ^ whole story to her mother; but hav ing kept silent so long, she dared not speak now. All through the nlghf she had tossed and turned, hunting sopie way to get Oscar Bennett out of -her life-without .Marcus MacKenzie know ing anything about it. She dared not go* to Oscar himself; Folly Hopkins was the only hope she had. nett cared for was money. He was as tired of her as she was of him. Per haps he would go away quietly and set her free If, she gave him money enough. Would her mother give it to her? * “Mother, do you honestly want me to t^iarry Marc?" she asked, tremhllig. Mrs. Robertson caught at the out-' flung hand. • "I do, I do Indeed, darling," she an swered. "And he’ll ask you too. Pm sure. Perhaps pot today or tomorrow, for he* Just renewing his acquaint ance with you. By the .way he looked last night I could tell be was cooald i ering It. ’ | A handkerchief dropped from Kve- . -•e tote- “No, that we’re not!” responded the lady, “and what* more, we are de pendent upon Robert for everything." With a quick gesture Evelyn caught her mother’s arm, despair changing the lines on her face. "Oh. you needn’t be so theatrical, my dear." said the woman. “Robert’s never given me the slightest reason to^ feel he thought us a burden. I’m quite like his mother, as I should be. 'Iflie only thing necessary is that you should feather your own nest before Bob makFs up his mind to get married. I know very well you’ve turned down many a' young man in Ithaca. NO* your chance has come. Mare Mac Kenzie’s rich. He loves you—" Getting basy often takes a hard AH out of a fit of bloea. USE SLOAN’S TO EASE LANE BIOS Y OU caa’t do roar bast whaa your back and a vary musda aches with fatigue. Apply Sloaa* Liniment freely, mrf rubbing, aad enjoy a pas glow of warmth and oamfort. Good 'for rheumatism, n sprains and strains, aches aad ■Ciatica, sore muscles, stiff joint* the alter effects of weather exposure. For forty year* pain’s enemy. Ask your neighbor. Kup Shan's handy. At all druggists—35c, 70c, fl.40. Slop Liniment Without waiting to hear anything more, Kvelyn ran out of the room. Mrs. Robertson sank back with a sigh, partly of relief that at last Evelyn knew Just the situation they were in. All Bvn-'i partly of anxiety as to her daughter’s secret. "Bob! 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