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%•* THE PEOPLE. BARNWELU R. C. Country Polly Grace Miller White • ■ , ' ~ • Y S-' - • Copyright by Little, Brown & Co. THE “ANGEL" SYNOPSIS.—Occupying a dilapi dated shack in the Silent oity/ a squatter settlement near Ithaca, New York, Polly Hopkinslives with her father, small Jerry, and an old woman,. Granny Hope. On an adjacent farm, Oscar Bennett, prosperous farmer, Is a neighbor. He Is secretly married to Evelyn Robertson, supposedly wealthy girl of the neighborhood. Marcus Mac- Kenxlr, who owns the ground ^fte squatters occupy,' is their deter mined enemy. - Polly overhears a conversation between MacKensie and a stranger, In which the former avows his Intention of driving the squatters from his land. The stran ger sympathizes with the squatters, and earns Polly’s gratitude. Evelyn Robertson discovers from her moth er that they are not rich, but prac tically living on the bounty of Robert Perclval, Evelyn’s cousin Polly learns from Evelyn that the sympathetic stranger is Robert Perclval. Evelyn, charges' Polly with a message to Bennett, telling him she can give him no more money. She already bitterly regrets her marriage to the ignorant farm er. Polly conveys her message and Oscar makes threats. He Insists Evelyn meet him that night. Polly has her father and IJirry Bishop, a squatter, take an oath to do Mac- Kenzle no injury. Evelyn unsuccess fully tries to get money from her mother with which to buy off Ben nett and Induce film to. leave the country, giving her her freedom. She and MacKensls avow their love. CHAPTER V—Continued. “I wanted to ’fens up to you thla morning, I*o|l.% Oscar ran on. “It’s a funny thing, hut I reckon I care more for your little Anger than for Eve’e whole • hotly. Msyhe some day | after I get all her cash ** Polly coughed down a lump that persisted In coming up In her throat. ] “You needn’t spiel lovin’a to me. Os car," she gulped, ’’an’ I believe In he In’ honest. Ro, before your woman 1 mimes, I might as well give you a hit , of my mind. If I owned y*iu from your cap to your hoota, I wouldn't use von fair a aloormat In front of I teddy's shanty r He sliait a-look of amazement. The caHirtilent smile fsa1a>a1 from hla face. ; and his lips sagged at the corners i Then he anise to hla feet, "I t>een thinking alMtut you all day." lie broke forth. "You’ve gait every thing—ItNika. scthm and brains. I want yam. pollyop and I’m going to kiss yt>u this time, so help me flaid!" He r<*tik s step toward her and Polly scrambled up. Just at that moment Evelyn Itohertsnn entered. Owar Ben nett Ml meal swiftly, and Polly, very pnle, placed henwdf at Kve's side,, And a« the wltial foameal the lake to fnry anal shook Granny Hofie's forsaken lit tle hut. tlie niah a »U“I two girls stoaid silent a long, tense minute. Then iisa-ar smiled at Kvelyp. a tri umphant, Insulting smile. "Sai ya»u thought It liest to mind me my holy," he latiuhed. "I guess a**er h while you'll »oine to know I nieun what 1 say." Eve trbsl to speak hut could not. Polly squccza-d her arm encouragingly. “You're a no-nn duffer. < isa-nt\’’ idM' thrust In. “Yotir woTnuti’s .scared of you. that’s rill. Try ^••in' better, an' sea* how she likes It.” ‘‘She's got a g«NM| right to lie d—d seuivd,’' griiuteal Bennett. "Now out with It. Kve. What's tin* rumpus? You haven't M*nt me a cent for a month. \\ith sluiklvg fingi*rs Kvelyn piislo*d hiP’k tier wlnd-hlown iuiir. "I couhln't g*d any mamey. Oscar." slu* waileal. ‘‘My allowance is all gone. and Polly slipped one arm around her waist. “You want to be free from me. eh? That’s It, is It?”, he sneered. “Some other guy looming up to love, I s’pose. Well, I don’t mind who gets my leav ings If you make it worth my while. But, If not——” Evelyn’s pale, beseeching face lifted to his. She could not quit him with out his promise that she should have hei freedom. Neither must he think that she could get him a large sum of money. “I can’t get another dollar,” she re peated hoarsely. “I simply can’t. And —and I must be free.” A frown drew the man’s heavy brows together until they touched, and h^jlifted his fist to strike; but Polly Hopkins, by one' swift movement, thrust Evelyn from under the man’s upraised arm and crowded In between them. Because Evalyn was his wife, he had the right to beat her if he pleased, Polly thought* but he would not dare to strike Polly. “If you’ve got to* swat some one, Os car," she gritted between bet teeth, “swat me!” The beautiful white face came close to Bennett’s, and the challenge In the squatter girl’s flashing eyes stirred a feeling within him that he never had had for Evelyn Robertson. Oscar had always believed tha^ a woman must fear a man to respect him, and that to respect him meant to love him. He did not want Evelyn Hohertson in the farmhouse, but he did want money and Polly Hopkins. If he could master her as he had Kve. she would come to him willingly when he was ready for her. Working on that principle, he struck out. As the huge list came In contact with Pollyop’s shoulder, she staggered backward. Her low cry was followed hy Evelyn’s scream. The squatter girl sank to the floor limply. No one had ever struck her liefore. “You’ve killed her." cried Evelyn; | and Oscar Bennett, fearful that the girls’ clamor would summon some In quisitive squatter, turned swiftly to 1 go. "Both of you keep mum about this, my lady,” he ordered. “I’m <»ff! See?" With that he tore o|ien the shanty i door; and Kvelyn stood panting with ' her hand ou her heart until the sound of his running footstep* was lust In < the wlndstortp. Then Kvelyn led Polly Hopkins home. <hie arm hung at the squatter girl’s aide; and the pain In her shoul der. where Oscar’s flat had landed, was terrifle. On nearing the shack, Polly w hls|*ere<l: i “M**hlie he’ll lie quiet a while now. You’d best scoot home, huh?” A small hog passed from Evelyn’s handling to the fquatter girl's (mcket. “V brought them- for Jerry,” said | Kvelyn softly, “and oh, Polly, what ever can 1 do for you.to even up I things? Perhaps—” “Scoot home.” Interrupted Polly, i “Pin goln’ In.” Pollyop stole Into the shanty in the greatest torment she had ever known. Granny Hope and Paddy Hopkins had gone to ln*d. and she cntihl hear her father’s loud breathing from the hack I— room. She was glad of that, for If he ■were to learn how sIh* had la*en hurt, his rage would know no hounds. She | lighted a candle and look«*tl - about j dazedly. The hilly goaf was snuggled i agiiiust the wood U.x : and Nannie | l.anih poked her head up. and blinked at the light. Polly put down the j candle and slipped the dress from her i shoulder. Hnw^dreadfully it hurt her! misery! Surely the squatters hud suf fered In the past year! Many a boy had been taken from his home and sent to France, and many a mother had crept about the settlement with grief-worn face, waiting for news from over the sea. Pollyop understood what war meant. The squatters were always at war! Granny Hope had explained to her that, whenever people fought and were cruel to one another, that was war. Hadn't sirewarretT hat two nights ago with Oscar Bennett? She had not seen, him since, and the pain and humiliation he had dealt her had been lightened by Granny Hope’s assurances that love was the leveler of hate. So Polly, having quantities of love and sympathy to spare, sent It broadcast over the hopeless ones In the settlement and promptly put Os car Bennett's cruelty out of her mind. She did not even remember sometimes how much the milk Oscar had be grudgingly given her was missed in the shack. To offset that deprivation, she was free from hiui and the ugly quffrrels she had had to settle almost dully between him and Evelyn. This morning, while Paddy Hopkins Was In Ithaca, Pollyop started out with her many loves for a walk. On her shoulder perched Wee Jerry ; at her side, In stately dignity, stalked the hilly goat, and tied to one of her arms hy a small rope ganflioled Nannie Lamb Hopkins. Through the Silent City she wan dered. helping people here and there to see the sunny side of things. Be yond the row of shacks was th# fence Marcus MacKensie had erected to keep the squatters from trespassing on his woodland, and In front of It Polly Hopkins stood. A hill poster had passed and left on the fence a pic ture that caught her attention. It was a beautiful woman, her eyes saddened with tears, and she looked straight out of exquisite coloring at the wide-eyed squattef girl. In her arms was a withered, alck, little man. and Pollyop knew that somewhere over the ocean kn enemy, iierhape ■ man like Old Marc, had hurt him. The comfort to every one on earth that needs help.” “Golly, she’s some mother, ain’t she?” breathed Polly soberly. “She’s beautiful too. Squatter mammies has too many kids to stay handsome like her.” She made a backward motion with her thiunb toward the fence and searched his face gravely. A choking ^sensation in Robert’s throat, made him cough. The girl’s statement was like a charcoal draw ing In which a few broad lines tell the whele story. He felt his Interest In her Increase. She was the quaintest, prettiest and most solemn child he had ever seen. Yes, he knew she was an Inhabitant of the Silent City by the clothes she wore, and the thin, bow- legged child, to say nothing of the be- whiskered goat and woolly lamb that were with her. “What’s your name?” he "Inquired. “Just Pollyop,” was the answer. “Polly Hopkins. My daddy Is Jere miah Hopkins, the mayor of this set tlement.” Surely! Robert remembered very well MacKenzie speaking of Hopkins, and he remembered too the painted Invitation over a hut door as If It were before his eyes. I^ooklng Pollyop <rver from the top of her curly head to the tips of her hare feet, he decided that she had wrlttet»-4t^ Question after question Jte flung at her, and answer after answer came from Polly’s Ups. She told him where she lived, and how she cooked the beans, bacon and fish I teddy Hopkins provided; how cold It was In the shanty when the cruel north wind swept up the lake; and how wet It was when the rain fell and clammy fogs shrouded the world In gray; how Granny Hope was sick with pains. She gave him an inside view of life In the Silent City. Long before site had fin ished her recital. Perclval’s courtesy had put her at her esse, and she was chattering like a magpie. “fan I do something for you. Polly Hopkins?" queried Hotiert, as she fin ished telling about life In the squat ters' city. She flung out both hands In a com at Polly, and for a moment the girl's eyes stung with tears. Then she went I-gave every <-ent of It to you. You i+th, how she. wanted know very well mother won’t give me make 1 -bcr misery less! imy more. She had one curd left to play, and something Gy But aqua tiers | did hot have money, to spend on drug- 1 store remedies. she 1io|k*c1 it would take the trick, “I might as* well tell you/* she con tinued, thq. steel in her eyes wiping away the blue. “Mother hasn’t any •money. All I thought Ave had belongs to Cousin Boh.” She ceased ^peaking and Availed an Instant to nhte how her news struck her hufdrtind. He flung up a clenched fist The devil take you. Eve!” he cried. “Don't try to put anything,over on me like that." Ypa re the biggest liar lu Tompkins oouiiTy/’ . That lie poyly believed her showed 4n hisi matuier. . .- \- “I!d never married _you if I’d a \Jkhown~thHt two year,s ago,'' Oscar ok- sertejl hoarsely. “You can he dead certain>nf that, my lady. You were pretty careful, to keep. ybur money trophies to yourself, sit down, both of you ! You’re idliverlog 41ke»two cats.” Impulsively Evelyn went toward him. “Oh,’Oscar, listen, listen to me/*-she- said, trying to steady her voice. “T want to be free. I’canT’, I can’t live this wav anv longer.”* -A coarse oath* fell from Bennett’s Ups. ' , * , from an old can she poured a little coal oil on a rag pnd bathed the in jured tlesh. Then she took up the lamb and dropped into a chair by the table. In sheer exhaustion her head sank down upon it. After a while she straightened up, threw back her curls? and raised the lamb’s face to hers, a wry smile flitting across her lips. “It’s goln’ to be a bard job lovin’ Oscar and’ Old Marc like Jesus loved wicked folk, Nannyop,” she said under her Idenfh, “hut mebbe now I been ffnee to face with a angel, I can do ft.” Agriln her head fell forward; but al.most instantly she arose, and with the lamb in her right arm like a baby, moved to the side of the bed. Then she snuggled the' lamb under the blankets ami put Granny Hope’s Bible beneath h>r pillow. Carefully she Yuu d‘>iti^uH‘d. to^-hevjdvoutad. Yoti ’jgot a -home to. conie : fosr-mje coarse night robe. Then, having snuffed the candle, she crawled In beside the liMijb. p * CHAPTER VI. ^'^ilceSiad tln* golden sun sunk In a welter of splendid colors . behind Wystjiill. ami twice had. On? -warmih "The Gr of his rising scattered jhs4Warts“friim Urth" girl. You can do the work my iW' ^e lakeside since the apoounterfttdhe ley’s doing. Itts your job. md. tiers, .hdfif and Polly -Hopkins/ was making ready for her daily walk through th* bona mofber "You're my wife, hy ginger, and as 1 said to Pollyop here ; you live with me. »r you pay up. I don’t give u tinker’s IIf her custom to go among the d—n k which'you tjo." ^ ^ .squatters and give them murage, to Hi*, voice grew.deep us be fleished. j tell them that Hie} had a right t" and ait eviL taunt mg smile drew, up ! ’heir h<>iut.s, to faBd. and Rr&fimh. How feK/l’* Evelyn shuddered and swayed. [ her jfirF* heart ached fur Uorlr dumb Silent Citv. Then She Went Closer to the Fence and Spalled Out the Words Under the Picture: “The Greatest Mother —in the World.” ——- closer to the fence.and spelled out the words under the picture: '“The Great est Mother in the World.” Ah! So she was, this protector of the hurt and the sick ! The lied Cross poster carried its wondrous message td the.very bottom of the squatter girl's heart. • “T - " ~ A sound, vdose at hand,.caused her to turn swiftly. A man on horseback had drawn up on the side of the road. The blood came in swift leaps to /V. * Polly’s face. TUo’re * was the .‘beauti ful angel" looking down npdn -herd, Ay hat could she do lint stare back a/ him?. In another instant he hud di.-f- mounted atid was'coming toward her. Jerry slid fr<qn her shoulders to the ground* I'ollydpVdiknd clasped his; hut she, did not speak. What had hap- slipped off her'blothes and put on a pened to her “angel?'’ He looked-dif- A UNION OF INTEREST TrWOMEN ' V ' f - »■ — , J : * ■ * — Healthy Housewife—Happy Home - , Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Has Helped Form Many For the ailing, half-sick housewife ■ueb a union is impossible. Often times even the slightest form of housework cannot be accomplished. Yet the work must be dona. Many women struggle along for yean suffering from some form of female trouble that make their lived miserable and their homes far from £ydla E. Pinkham’s Vagetabla Compound has helped thousands of just such women regain their health and strength. 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Doubts His woman held him Hone as she looked I iireherndve gesture as inu«*h as to say he could see for himself how much she I needed. "Sure, sure you can," she said with i fierce emphasis "You can make Old Marc leave us squatters lie. You're higger'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 MacKensie. “I did try to talk sense Into Mr. MacKensle's hesd.“ he returned pres ently, “Hut now I will make him leave you alone." In spite of (he curved lips about which a smile lurked, there was appre- i henslun In her voire w hen she asked : j “(’an you lick ’lm to a finish, mls- . ter?” “Yes, I think I could.’’ laughed Rob- * 1*14; “hut It won’t he necessary." i "Then 1 see us Silent t’lty folks 1 bein’ happy again." sighed I’olly. “We* g<»t a awful lot of things air folks to j take care of here." Robert made a sweep with his arm that encompassed the group before Iflm. “You have, evidently!" he laughed. “An’ 1 got more t**me," Interjected Polly. “I got Daddy Hopkins an’ Granny Hope—an’ this brat is. my brother, an’ jhis goat is Billy Ibqiklns an’ this lamb’s Nannyop. Oh f sure, sir. I’ve got a bull lot to love In this gtiod old cUy.” Polly made an upward motion with her hand toward the picture on the fence. ' “She's got a hunch to love, too." the said softly. “Ain’t she?" He walked to her side and contem plated" with her the pictured woman, making her silent appeal to them for the* wounded boy in hkr arms. "Of course she has,” answered Per- civnl reverently. "She’s the Greatest Mother in the World, Polly Hopkins, and—and—” Ids gaze dropped upon her, and he continued, "and yoil!re the litttest mother In the world,” A glad -smile widened tb^ girl's lips. thV fear that had been ns a ton Do the child’s toys make thd man? L'ncle Ed. who la proud of bright- eyed Bobby, his brother'# four-year- old son, before (’hrlNtmas hoped they did. Now he ho|ieM they don’t. When Uncle Ed was a boy he played with a rifle. The toy, he al ways confides to himself, was tlie foundation of his winning a sharp shooter's badge in the army. That was the main reason that he gave Bohhy an air ride for Christmas last year. K«L since then, has Imagined Bohhy shouldering the “weapon" and play ing soldier. He learned his mistake >estenlsy when he visited his broth er's home. Iiecstise Bohhy met him at the door, pointed the rifle at hla face and com ms tided: “Stick ’urn up! Stick Tim up!" “Why didn't I give him a Bible?" Kd mourns nowr. . Th# “Strika” la On. The customer called the waiter. “There’s a chunk of wood in ay sausage," said he. “I expect to be served with the dog. hut I’ll be If I’ll eat the kennel, too." Oo«m| rnada aid everybody. 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Aspirin prescribed by physicians over 22 years and proved safe by millions for Colds Toothache Earache Rheumatism Neuritis Pain, Pain Headache Neuralgia Lumbago Accept only 0 Bayer” package which contains proper directions. * . ~ v • Handy. “Bayer” boxes of 12 tablete—Also bottles of 24 and 100—Druggist*. Aspirin U the trade mark of Bajrer AUnelnctara «f Ueuoecetlcacldester of Sallczllceqig & , ''' Thedford’s /ll -weight upon h?Mm(l fallen away. She K wanted to pay him fiie highest compli ment sfoe-knew. When he had mount ed. she told him gently>'^/ > ’ “^Sonie day yonli he the 1 biggest an' most benutifolest daddy in tlie world. Good-by.’ ferent; more fike the other men she occasion ally saw on horseback. That was it! He not wearing the olive- drab uniform? Tir qdd To her confu sion Robert 1‘ereiv^t Wh{i sibiUnX-at herein th**, rlendly Then he, glanceth up at the picture, hifc'-fln H* face saddening, > r reatest Mother In the World he >n!d. u?fd lie Wdfe'.ff** 3 "® jura Ink • . “Tlw* Great* “Then Percivml stepped " in. Two well-oianted thumps Ik id Bennett like a log on tho ground.” f • (TO BE CONTIS' NtT5p > /"• Sporting Jtrdge. ^ "Thirty driv>4p the workhouse. That ought to cure you of stieedlnc^ ”lt certainly wlH. y»>u>4topdr. AVould Ih»-s fhat imyjn she’s m*.th t *r t»* the*| you )Tke to uw- my car while Tm* In t Mother in th** World." rep*ated ,1’dB.vop, ' in 4 nwv«l -.tone** squatter kiiH .\ihht was hurt in th War. XMiMer?” - • “YVa," it** replie*! aftec. a sh«*rt “Yes. U ii*eans ibet. and iiiHce. 4 ‘ I thirance vH«?” » . . - . “N*». thanks. Tve seen you ridlngQIn ’**»«• rhat old hoe <>f. y***jrii. -It roudHf'Y do Rtie'» l'4lvef forty mile* au boor."--Uir1ulog- mother i*i every hurt boy and » | i Y .,. 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