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:'' a ■ THE PEOPLE, BARNWELL, S. C. race Miller White Jljustrated ty RHLivln^stone, and CJompary ^ “A ANGEL’* SYNOPSIS.—Occupying a dilapi dated shack In the Silent City, a squatter settlement near Ithaca. New York, Polly Hopkins lives with her father, small Jerry w and an old woman. Granny Hope: On an adjacent farm, Oscar Bennett, prosperous farmer, is a neighbor. He Is secretly married to<rEvelyn Robertson, supposedly wealthy girl of the neighborhood. Polly alone knows their secret. Marcus Mac- Kensle, who owns the ground the squatters occupy, is their deter mined enemy. Polly overhears a conversation between MacKenzie and a stranger. In which the for mer avows his Intention of driv ing the" squatters from his land. The stranger sympathises with the squatters, and earns Polly's grati tude. Evelyn Hobertson discovers from .her mother that they are Hot rich, as she supposed, but practi cally living on the bounty of Rob ert Perclval. Evelyn's cousin. Pol ly learns from Evelyn that the sympathetic stranger Is Robert Perclval. .Evelyn < barges Polly with a message to Bennett, telling him she t-an give him no more money, and urging him tq be pa tient She already bitterly regrets her infatuation with and marriage to the Ignorant farmer. CHAPTER IV—Continued. Polly hevltated a moment, coughed and cleared her thnu*L “A little milk for Jerry, please.’* she •uggested, extending her can. Bennett anatched It from her hand. “Good God. you squattent're nothing hot beggars,” he grumbled, hut be cause he was eager to get her message; I he Ailed the pail full. Smilingly Polly took It hark. “Fm thankin' yon. Oscar.” ahe gurgled, “an' now mebhe a fresh egg for Granny Hope?” He made an angry motion with his ! hand. “Up In that hog,” he snapped. “Then tell what you came for! What’d Eve say ?“ “Your woman sent word by me.” she began "Tell ft. and don't he all day about It.” ordered the farmer. Pnllynp took a couple of steps back ward toward the door, ready to Ay If Ou-ar showed apy signs of unusual I wrath. "She said you wasn’t to write her any more letters,” she replied. "She’s awful st-ared. She trembled all over when she told me." "What did she say shout money?” Bennett demanded gruffly. Through the dim light of the lan tern. Polly looked at him pleadingly. "She Just can’t get another <-ent." ahe returned, “an' she's feelin' terrible bad about It.” Although he had'not finished his task. Bennett Jumped up from his stool, and one step t<mk him very ch*se • to the nervous young speaker. “She can't, eh?” lie cried. “She meant she won't, I guess. IU God. siu> will, or'I’ll come out with the whole thing. You go and tel! her so. Sh«»’s got rich folks, and I didn’t tnrtrry her to keep quiet all my life. Tell her either she conies home here to me. or she pays up. If she pays-jr—” he paused, then laughed. “Oh, you need- ■ n’T look as If I was goin’ to swat you one, Polly.op,". he went on, “hut ns I was savin’, if she pays up and I get rid of her. then—me for you, Polly Hopkins.” v Ills voice was harsh, nnd his man ners rough. Polly retreated to the threshold. “The time’s here," Oscar went on. “when, both you women will he leap ing to my gad. There! Get home nnd say to’ my lady Just what I said—” again he broke off, only to continue, “leaving out the part about you. See, folly op?” , Dumb with dread. Polly .sagged weakly against the door 'casing. No wonder Evelyn Robertson didn't want to live with such a man! * "And ybu ean tell her to come to night at nine o'clock, to Granny Hope’s old shack.’’ he proceeded. ’’I.want to talk to her. Now get along nnd don’t come around after any more mifk, or I’ll throw you out of the barn.” Glad to lie gone. .Polly passed out to the lane. .In a little rnviqe at her left a noisy stream nibbled down the hill. .With wistful eyes she watched It through fhe fast gathering dusk flow away to the lake.> It was then she saw something moving "about In a small .pool of water In a rock basin. Care fully she put the milk and eggs on a bit of smooth turf. Down the hank ahe slipped, nnd (here in the falling gloom, struggling In the ovater. was a hahy Jamb. PollyojyTticked her skirts up about her waist nnd waded into the water Several thnes ,«he fell, and. dripping wet. scrambled up again. When she pulled the lamb to the hank, she dmpiwd to the ground, gasping for breath. “Poor little duffer.” she murmured “You wa* ’mo«t gone, wasn't you? * route on home with Poltyup aii* get : loved np a hltT • in the mad she ptcted op the pail. ^ i gilppad the eggs into the azllk And k went swiftly down the lane, the lamb under one arm. Polly’s heart sung with gladness. Out of the rigors of the' J Storm country, out of the cold ravine water, she had found another little thing to care for. Jeremiah Hopkins and Larry Bishop were In the shack when Polly arrived with her burdens. With much pride she displayed the lamb; then she fed him a portion of the raHk/Wlth a spoon. While she was preparing the evening meal, she Invited her father’s friend to take potluck with them. After supper she settled her family. Wee Jerry she tucked Into Daddy’s bed. and Granny Hope was made com fortable In a ehalr by the stove, where she soon nodded off to sleep. Then, the lamb In her lap and the billy goat at her knee, Pollyop sat down on the edge of her cot, facing the two men. She knew by the dark expressions on their faces that a question of Import had come up. “Me an’ Larry, hrat. have been try- ln’ to think of some way of getttn’ rid of Old Marc," began Hopkins grimly. Nervous hmwn fingers plucked at the lamb's wool as Polly, going white, stared at her father. “You don’t mean hurtln' him, Daddv dear, do you?” she broke out. “Oh, If that’a what you're talkin’ about, don't do It. Don’t do It. Daddy! Something beautiful Is goin* to happen to ua squatters. God np In the sky sent a angel smack down from high heaven to help us.“ The serious, lovely face turned pleadingly, truthfully up to hla pre vented Hopkins from Indulging his desire to laugh. Polly turned and looked at I-arry. His dark face was heavy with frown and deep, grief-cut lines. "There ain’t any angels anywhere hut up there." muttered Ijirry Bishop, making an upward thrust with his thumb. “Yep, there la. Ijirry," contradicted Polly Impetuously. “I seen one. He’s blgger'n y«Hi an' Daddy put together. I guess; sn* his face looks like the sun. all shiny an' bright.. He says the squatters has to have a place to live In Just like other folks, an’ he won't let Old Marc run us out of the Silent City. Ilehhe after a while, when he gets to workln' for its, you can hunt an’ flsh Just the same as ever!” Hopkins looked at his daughter as If she had lost her mind. "What’s entin’ you, hratT’ he grunted. “Nothin’." replied Polly, "hut I know what I heard." "Spiel It odt to us," put In Bishop .eagerly. , . Then* Polly told them. Both men laughed. .• “Why. he’s got more money’n Old Marc.' Poll.’’ anapi«ed Hopkins. “It's Just iteonwe we don't hfrpjwn to he set- tin’ on his ground that he ain't want in’ ns off” * It was quite evident that both the fishermen were of ^ohe'opinion. Polly It Waa Quite Evident That Both the Fishermen Were of One Opinion. got up and placed the lamb In a corner of the wood-box. < . “I bet aj*el he helps us squatters, though." site nodded positively. “An’ yrm^both got to promise right now on this.’’ she. picked up Granny Hope’s Bible, - “that ydu won’t use a gun <»n Marc MacKenrle. nor do nothin' harm ful to him. . Let the other man look after ys. There I Kiss this here book, an* you'll both feel Itether.” There w<U s..im*tUJng compelling About the girl., ll may have lieen tbe tone* Atf her Yolce, wmnle-futty sweet apd tretueAdyusI) ez ->**wL It maj have been the brilliant a’nlie ahe flashed upon her. listeners. At any rate, the mayor of the Silent CJty and Lr rry Bishop, his henchman, repeated In dull apathy the oath she dictated to them, the words that made the Stdrm country a safe habitation for Marcus MacKenzie. Then both men reverently kissed the Bible and fell back limply In their chairs. Polly kissed the ragged edges of the book too, then she turned to Hopkins. “Daddy, honey. Fin goin’ out. Give your kid a lovin’ smack. I’ll be back qulcker’n the billy goat can blink.” CHAPTER V. The afternoon had been unpleasant for both Mrs. Robertson and her (laughter. The lady was studiously Icy to Evelyn, and the girl was utterly miserable. Robert Perclval was away with MacKenzie. In his absence, al though the two women ate dinner to gether and kept each other company afterward In the drawing room, their conversation was limited to the sim plest commonplaces. The return of the men eased the tension. Perclval ex cused himself almost at once to write some letters, and as MacKenzie made evident his eagerness to get Evelyn by herself, Mrs. Robertson seized a chance to steal awfty to her own room. For some time after her departure the girl and the may were silent. This was the first time In Marc’s life that his heart had been really touched by a woman, and in spite of his years and experience, he wag. almost as bashful as a young hoy. At length their eyes met, and the girl’s lowered, while the color mount ed In a flood to her hair. • The man was by her side In an In stant. He had read In the shy, retreat ing glance what he longed to see. “Evelyn ! I—I—I—believe you care for me, I really believe you do." he exclaimed. “You do. sweet?" he de manded, -his voice trembling. “Yes." whispered Evelyn. “Now. Isn’t It strange," asked Mar cus. after they took up their conversa tion again, “that while I was gone I always thought of you, but not Just like this. Honey, glri. how long have you loved me? Before—before today?" “I think always." confessed Evelyn, with a growing flush. • What a fortunate man Marcus Mac Kenzie considered himself Just at that moment! He had won the prettiest girl In Ithaca; and ahe loved him. “And to think I only came home last night," he exulted. “This time yesterday you were free, my Eve. At this moment no power can take you away from me." I»readful recollections of Oscar In truded upon Evelyn’s new happiness. Oh. If she only had the courage to tell Marcus! Would he keep on Ipvlng her and help her to get free, t*r would he Hhe glanced Into tils face. There were upon It the marks of breeding, of- pride In hliusrlf. hla wealth, posi tion and power. She knew how highly he regarded the conventions of society. If she should disclose to him the secret of her marriage to the farmer, he would see nothing hut the Mot upon her and turn away In disgust. No, she couldn't tell him. Despair over whelmed her nnd made MacKenzIe’s arms burdensome. With an effort she smiled faintly and wlthdrey from him. “I don’t want to let you go. darling.” he laughgd. “It seems like a beautiful dream!“ Eve wished passionately that she were at liberty to make the dream come true. “You are my beloved." asserted Mar cus, and with the girl’s whispered “yes," he allowed her to leave the room. . . _r Evelyn went Immediately to her mother's apartment nnd. opening the door. sllp|ied In and sapk down upon the floor-mt' Mrs. Robertson’s side. “I've told him I'd marry him,” she said. With trembling lips. “Mother (leaIf. oh, please, mother dear, don’t you think you could borrow some mon ey from Robert for me? I must have it. After Pin married to Marcus, I could get It all hack for you. I know I could. I’ve Just got to have a lot of money, ami you can’t expect me to nJAt Marcus.”^ * Mrs. Robertson drew away with a shiver. "If you so forgot yourself. ' your family and your name as to do such a thing. I should disown you, Evelyn.” she said, finality In her tones. Evtdyn rose wearily. She eould imagine tbe heights of her mother's scon! If she discovered the* actual sit uation. She felt that, she would rather tell MacKenzie than the unsvmna- thetie. frowning woman In the chair. “There’s no use, mother, in trying to talk In,you,” she muttered. "I’ll man age some way, though only God knows how.” ■ ■ . 1 Mrs. Robertson<5ook up her hook and gazed sternly at her daughter over the top ot it. . “Very well. Evelyn,” she said, un graciously. “You’re of age. If that's the way you feel about It, there’s noth ing more to he said.” Whereupon the speaker l>egan to read, and a very hopeless girl crept out of the room;, - When Eve^i was repairing the rav ages made by her emotions. Polly Hopkln£ crept into the Robertson ^r- den. Her fear of Mrs. Robertson was mingled with a thrilling happiness. She had seen Granny Hope and Wee Jerry eat, the fresh eggs; Daddy’s prombw* would keepriflnv out-qf trouble with Old Marc; and the .beautiful stranger would help them ! She gave a piercing little trill, the signal she had always used to call Evelyn fntm the house. Almost at once a ttgure^siepped from the door |t> the 'porch directly In front of her. and ter rifled, che shrank J«ck among the vti-f* and rtuug th »fe. gi!bone««rd a gal pat the bright light waft Robert Perclval. He stood gazing I straight ahead of him at tha dark driveway, but turned when Evelyn ap peared beside him. Polly heard the murmur of their voices, that was all. They then drsappenred Into the house. Evelyn laughingly pushing the soldier ahead of her. Quickly the girl came out again; and Polly could hear her swift-coming breaths as she ran* softly down the steps. "Shush," hissed " Polly Hopkins, “Lordy, I was scared to death some one’d catch me.” "Pollyop,” questioned Evelyn anxious ly. "What’d he r say? Was he angry?” Their heads were very -close to gether. and Polly gave the message In a low tone. “He wants you to come to Granny Hope’s hut at nine o’clock tonight, an’ I guess yotf best do It. He’s as mad as ever a man enji be.” “I’m afraid," Evelyn wailed. “I’m terribly afraid. Polly dear.” All the sympathy In Polly’s heart came to sudden life. < “I reckon you be." she returned. “But you’ve got to get up your spunk an’ go. Oscar’d Just as soon come bust in’ right In your house here, I guess. If you don’t. You come along, an’ at nine o’clock I’ll hike over an’ get In the hut too. Say. why can’t you talk just a little nicer to him? Granny Hope’s got a Bible, an’ It says when a feller hurts yqu, speak kind of soft hack, an’ he won’t have nothin’ more to say. Hist! - What’s that noise? Scoot." Before Evelyn could say another word, the squatter glri slipped away among the shadows. The other, al- iran ICARDUI The Woman’s Tonic Mohammed in Court. It was in a court of law. and witness was being cross-examined. Said Counsel—Why do (you assert that the plaintiff is insane? Witness—Because he goes about de claring he Is the prophet Mohammed. Counsel—And do you consider that clear proof of. Ids insanity? , . Witness—I do. * Counsel—Why? “Because,” answered the witness. Holy City In Tarty Days. Ancient Jerusalem, stood on four hills, now* almost entirely molded to gether. and the Intervening valleys Idled with debris. Mount Zion is'that height on the southwest, the city of David, made conspicuous today by the towers of the German ecclesiastical buildings for which the former kaiser gave the land. Mount Moriah Is on the east, the site of Solomon's temple, separated from Mount Zion by ths with a complacent smile. “I am the valley of\the Tyropoeon, Mount Be- prophet Mohammed myself."—Edln- j zetha Is on the north and Mount Akra on the northwest, the two latter r«pr«- 1 sen ting the crowded quarters of th# modem city. burgh Scotsman. 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On sighting a small hand he lets one or two dogs loose when the older ani mals Immediately face outward In de fensive formation with calves In tbe center, and prepare to give fight. As soon as the herd la thua "anchored** ! the Eskimo lets all his dogs loose and • then proceeds tp kill the musk ox with gun or how and arrow. Th* | musk oz are very nerre. and If a wounded hull charges the Eskimo, the dog* In turn Wmnedlatriy attack hiss, which gives (he hunter a chance ta shoot a second time. In this way tha Eskimo Is able to dispatch the whale : herd. Whan Oscar Bannatt Stappad Into tha Hut, Ha Uttarad an Oath. though surrounded with every luxury, went wretchedly up the steps and. forcing a smile to her II|m, passed In to the music room. Billy-goat Hopkins had blinked many ! times before his little mistress came 1 home. Larry Bishop had gone to hla lonely hut. and I>addy Hopkins and Granny Hope were dozing In front of the stove. In nervous tension Folly watched the dock crawl along toward the hour of the meeting between Oscar and Evelyn. About a quarter to nine, she stole out of doors. By familiar paths, slipping past a I Khanty here and tLere. I'oJUop ewine ; at length upon n lonely shack set j on a point.by Itself. She went around to the bu(*k, opened the door, and once within the room touched a match to small candle which she had taken from her |n»cket, and sat down quietly. When Oscar Bennett stepped Into the h.if, he uttered an oath. He was n« t expecting to see Folly Hopkins. “My Indy won’t come, eh?” he do , mnnded gruffly. “Oh, she’s . corain’ all right.’’ .an swered Folly, “but she were afraid So I came along to see she got hoi..j safe.” A loud laugh fell from Bennett's lips. “You’re a clever kid, Follyop," he said, more affably. “Cunning ns a weasel, d—d If you aint! Sit down, f won’t bite you!” Folly squatted on the floor by tha old table; and -Oscar eased hlmseif gingerly down onto a rickety bench. “I bet she was scared pink at whgt 1 t^ld you to tell ’er.’khe burst out af ter n while. “She’s about the most lily-livered woman I ever saw.” For the space of a few seconds Polly looked at the speaker. Then: “I’m thinkin’ she ain't Iftvln’ you no more, Oscar, an’ a woman without love In her ain’t worth nothin’.” There was no smile on the lovely fnee when the words were fhilsbfd. She bird. spoken fhe truth, and Oscar Bennett knew It. ‘ “I’ve been a fool, I guess.” he ejac ulated, “a perfect fool! I might better ’n’ married you, Pollyop. Since y%i was knee high to a grasshopper, tirift'fo had a leaning toward you. By now I’d had a home and some comfort.” ft Is glowing eyes were upon her. and for an Instant Polly lost her breath. . ■ 1 Prthiatonc Ruina. 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