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He Is secretly married to Evelyn Robertson, supposedly wealthy gtrl ‘Zot the neighborhood. Marcus Mac- Kenzie. who owns the ground the squatters occupy. Is their deter mined enemy. Polly overhears a conversation between MacKenzIe 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 tlvey are not rich, but prac- . tlcally living on the bounty of Robert Percival. Evelyn’s cousin. Polly learns from Evelyn that the sympathetic stranger Is Robert Percival. 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 makea threats. He Insists Evelyn meet him that night. Polly has her father and lArry 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 him to leave the country. giving her her freedom. She and MacKenzIe avow their love. At the arranged meeting that night Bennett threatens Evelyn with exposure unleee ehe gives him money Polly meeta Robert Per cival. and they are mutually at tracted. Polly'e feeling being adora tion. DYED HER SKIRT, DRESS. SWEATER AND DRAPERIES WITH “DIAMOND DTES" Each package of "Ihamoad Dyee” coo ■ taiae directions eo aunple an) woman can | dye or tint her worn, ehebbjr dreaeee. akirta, waista, mate, clocking*, sweaters. ] covering*, draperies, hangings, everything, | even if ehe has r »e* er djrd before Buy , "Diamond Dyes”—no other kind—then perfect home dyeing is sure because Die ; anond IKea are guaranteed not to 9P»t, ! fade, streak or run Tell your druggiat 1 whether the material you wish ‘to dye is ! wool or silk, or abether. it ia linen, cot ton or mixed good* ~ advertisement. Imaginative. 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Wash off in five minutes with Cuti cura Soap and hot yater. Once clear keep your skin clear by using Them for (tally toilet purposes. Don’t fail to In clude Cuticura Talcum. Advertisement ^ 11 ' ;X“-- Digirity and extreme politeness are often employed to keep foolish people ut fbeir distance. - No man flatters'the woman he truly loves. Sure Relief FOR INDIGESTION 6 Bell-ans * I Hot water Sure Relief ELL-ANS rxJ 754 PacAAjeA EvrytM % CHAPTER VII. To describe Omar Bennett's rage when he left the two glrU in Granny Ilo|ie'a shark would Indeed he a task. Of late Ktelyn had ceased to attract him. In the excitement of the court- ship he had put hla best foot forward, and for a time after the marriage he had f< mnd a great satisfaction In the thought that she was hla. When the glamor of their secret honeymoon- time had worn off. and the fanner’s crude, cruel nature had lieen disclosed, Kvelyn's mad Infatuation had disap peared In terror-stricken h«*»ror. A* Kvelvn was finding In Marcus Mackenzie a mate more to her taste, Bennett’s primitive |>aaslons had hurst Into a sudden flame for Polly Hopkins. The squatter girl's scorn of him. her drawling ridicule, only made him de sire her the more. A couple of days sfter the night scene with the girls, he left his house and took hla way to the lake. He croaaed his fodder lot and plunged Into the MacKenzIe forest which lay between the railroad tracks and the water. In his pocket he had a letter for Kvelvn. He Intended to kill two birds with one stone. If he cotHd And Polly Hopkins alone, he would tell her the decision he had conn* to and give her the note to deliver. Oscar did not relish entering the Silent f'lty by the highway. The squatters bated him as much as he did them, inure. In all probability; and it was bis habit to give the settlement a w ide berth. If be discovered any of them on his land, with the exception of Polly Hopkins, he drove them away furiously. Oscar was one of those who would rather have produced rot on Ids land than give it to the needy. Before vaulting the MacKenzIe feme, Hie sound of people talking on the other side batted him. Tollyop's voice came distinctly to him. and an other voice, a man’s, answered her. The .deep well-bred tones Bennett was sure did not belong to a squatter. He listened carefully to pick up the. Im port of the conversation. TIip voice mumbled something about a mother. In response, the squatter girl’s tones fell upon .his ear: “Some day you’ll be tin* blggpvt nn’ most beautifulest daddy in the world.” Then followed the rush of departing hoofs. .Jealousy tore at the eavesdropper. It did not take him-long to of the-fence. ' Some sound he made brought the squatter girl’s bead around sharply from her survey of the picture. “What do you wTtfTT?” she asked sul lenly. frowning at him. c"t)scar jumped to the ground. “I come down to see you, I’ollyop,” be Yejdined, coining forward, “Who were you talking to?” The only safe way to get along with the farmer. Polly had concluded, was to have nothing to do with trim. “Leave me be, Oscar Bennett l^'ahe shrilled. “I don’t want nothin’ .to^do with you. I’m goto’ home.’’ .To ctri^nff her retreat, Oscar needed to take buMr-couple of strides, and he promptly took them,. ‘Meitiiny cricket-. lie vxpnstulnted. “Don’t l>e •o.confounded short, Pollyop j,. You needn'* be mad beeutisi* 1 swatted you one. You aren’t my woman yet, hut you’re going to be just as soon as I can get shut of my lady ItohertMin ~ (observing no signs of softening in the girl'a face, be switched his attack, ber**d you get that lamb?” Tt 1- q iery infolded im*w i*rr»ni fur JXL: She bad not thought. «r the *- aR^oor hot herself Had she not found him dying in ftie water and loved and., fed « ver since? She looked first AUJhe man, then down at the lamb. <-[ “He’a mine, Oscar,” she hesitated, “I’ve* had him two hull days now.” Oscar irfuglied. “A likely story !” he Jeered. “How long since squatters raised sheep? Where’d you get him?” “Found |rim.” she answered, putting her hand on the little animal. * “Then he isn't yours,” he retorted, “and he can’t be anybody’s hut mine. I thought I was missing some lambs.” Polly’A-eyes filled with alarm. She was trying to frame an argument in favor of herself and the creature she loved. “When you find a thing dyln’ tn a creek. Oscar,” she faltered at length, “you can tike him home an’ love him, now can’t you?” The man’s loud guffaw brought a deep flush to the girl's face. She placed herself dlrtctly between him and the lamb. “He’s mine,” she Insisted. “He’d drowned sure If 1 hadn't Jumped Into the drink an’ pulled him out.” Her words made the fanner certain where the creature came from. “Dead or alive, he’s mine!” he ex claimed. Besides coveting the lamb, he hated the squatter girl's way of fondling ani mals. When he got her. he deter mined, he would take all of that kind of nonsense out of her. With one sweep of his mighty hand, he thrust her aside, and. whipping out hts knife, he cut the rope that held Nanny Hopkins to Polly's arm. Then. In spite of the girl's frantic cries and her desperate fighting against It, Os car picked up the lamb. Pollyop screamed frantically, for from the look on his evil face, she saw Instantly what he Intended to do. He was going to kill Nannyop! Again she flew at him. Hut he was tall and strong and held the lamb aloft In the air. high out of her reach. With a rough oath he pushed the girt front him so roughly that she fell. When Polly scrambled'up. he had the lamb In one hand and a large stone In the other. “Oscar!" she shrieked. She dmp|>ed to her knees. Hasped Wee Jerry Ip her snus, and shrouded hla face and her own In her curls. When she dared look up again, Oacar had thrown the dead lamb on the ground. There." he gritted, "that's to tench you a lesson. Miss Poll llopklna. And now 1*11 open your eye# to something else.” As he crossed her. she tried to struggle to lier feet; hut he* leg* were weak, and she was sick over the qtilv. erlng body there In the mad. In sn ot boiWinliiute Oscar hpd snatched her into til* arm*. She shrieked aimln and ngatn; and Jerry's loud cries followed, us she fought desperately with the burly farmer. Once out-Of sight of the Bed Cmss poster him) the tittle group in front of it, Percival checked his horse. Bay when he returned, he would do, some thing worth while, something to make the World a little better because he bad lived In It. Now be was home; and almost the first day had come to him this appeal. He smiled ruefully at the recollection of Pollyop’s plea. He had promised to help the squatters, and he meant to do it. Sui pose It did bring him Into con flict with Marcus MacKenzIe! He knew how to fight, and a good fight was not bad fun. Faintly from the direction he had ridden, the sound of cries catpe to his ears. Idly he wondered what the row was. Some squatter man disciplining his wife, he decided; but he could not stand to have a woman beaten! * He vaulted Into the saddle and raced hack over the road.’ It was not long before he located the place where the screams came from. Then Bay Dex- ter had an opportunity to ahow all the speed he had. The sight of Pollyop writhing In the strong arms of a man he did not recog nize made Percival see red. He was off his horse with one leap, and two long strides took him to Oscar’s side. One blow from his powerful knuckles In the farmer’s face staggered Bennett and freed Polly so’ quickly that she fell to the ground. Instinctively she crawled out of the way of the battling men. The blow that had released her had done no' damage to Bennett ex cept to aggravate Ms rage. He recov ered himself and confronted bla assail ant. dripping oatha like ram from a cloudburst. Bennett took the offensive, his fists flying like flails. He wsnted to get hla arms around the other fellow, to trip him and make the light a rough and tumble on the ground, hut Perrt- val avoided the rush, and struck as j Bennett went by. Again and again Bennett tried to come to rloae quar- j tera. But he could not; neither could he hit his elusive oppuoent. At length he hesitated, distressed as much hy his own efforts as the blows he had received. Then Percival stepped In. and quick ly It was all over. Two well-planted thumps laid Bennett like a log on the ground. Robert duated off hla hands, picked Wee Jerry up. and handed him to hla sister. “Did he hurt you. Polly?" he queried, and her answer was |iosltlvel) gleeful: "Nary a bit. sir. an’ I reckon the big lummox’s got a plenty thla time." Kobert brushed off hla clothes slow- | ly. The farmer still lay on the ground. "Get up." ordered percival scornful ly. touching the pnMtrate man with the toe of his hoot. “Get up and make off If you don’t want me to lick you | again." Oscar rolled over and crawled slow ly to Ills hands and knees. The ground’s kinds' wabbly, ain’t It, OscarT* Polly gllied. 1 "Get out,” commanded IPdiert, once I more. Bennett scrambled to his feet, shook his fist at Polly, snatched up the little dead lumh, and in another moment | had climbed the fence and was gone, j' "What '.Were you fightifig about?” began Uolteri, looking keenly at I’ol lyop. Tears hung on the girl's lashes, and the sensitive underlip quivered. "Oscar said -as how Nannyop were his," she murmured. “Weren't It awful for him to swat it with that stone that wav?" , . “Did you—” lie broke off the ques tion abruptly. He was going to ask her if she bad stolen the Iamb; but an expression lu the pleading, misty eyes stepped him. “I found the little feller drownin’ In the ertft-'k. air,"- slit* explained with bowed head. “I Just took him home to love him, that was all.” The strange, thrilling emotion that had overcome Robert but a short time ago In the presence of this squatter girl attacked him ag^iin. “What ran I do to help you, child?” There In ills riding ciothet, haughty and frowning, stood Marcus MacKm- zle. „ "Where’s Jeremiah Hopkins?” he demanded, eyeing P.ollyop sternly. """ She fidgeted with the edge of her apron. Hud MacKenzIe come to harru ^ lier best beloved? ' "My daddy’s gone out,’’ she returned finally, In a low t<#ie. "Then I’ll wait,” said Marcus. "I’ll sit down and wait.’ ^ Polly set out a chair for him, her frgs trembling so she could scarcely stand. Granny Hope grunted out a word of greeting, hut the man gave her no answer; and, after blinking at him a few times, th^ old woman fell asleep. "This is a rotten hole,” spat out MacKenzIe presently, looking at the girl. This scornful comment on the quar ters Daddy Hopkins worked so hard Jo support touched the squattor girl to the quick. She kept the hut aa clean us broom and lake water could make It! "It's our home, mister; all we got.” she replied, and she straightened her shoulders with dignity. “Uotten, Just ’ the same," repeated Marcus. "Say, you! Come and stand here before me." He touched a spot on the floor with his riding whip; and Polly stepped up^n It. “Now you listen to me." he aalfl sternly. *T’ve come with a proposition to your father, and tf you’ve any Influ ence with him, you’d better talk him Into It." Polly’s face brightened a little. Then It was not real harm coming to Daddy Hopkins today. She wished now that he would come lie; and. almost as If In answer to the throhblng of her nerves, Hopkins passed through the doorway with Wee Jerry clinging to his neck. "Now You Litton to Mo," •tomly." Ho taltl "What Do You Want?” She Asked Sul lenly, Frowning at Him. Dexter shook his head and champed his bit in disapproval. Tie was ac customed to mad, harum-scarum gal lops, "and he loved them; hut this morning, especially slmv the pause by the fence corner; he bad been eofn- [lelled^jo tnog alohgjlk^ a wonpo.uk- old nag. His master was thinking, really and seriouwy thinking. Happily’ born and tjie heir to un immense fortune, his way Through life so far had been i.uirked our for him. ‘ He had gone to war cjireL*ssly. In. n fiH»*d of hut pa triotism and h** -auseTt .wa* the. thtng to do. Over there he haft-hi# share and gained, especially from h:* French omiradeo. an Inkling of life's vital purpose. He bad decided that. The trembling girl saw his faro grow 1 gray at the sight of hla powerfu enemy. Jeremiah made an awkward hob of his head to Marcua, slipped Jerry Into his arms and wlthuut a word sat down. And Pollyop. full of curlqslty and anxiety, sat down ton, her hrtl riant eyes steadily leveled upon Mac KenzIe “Hopkins," liegan Marcus, Tve coroe with a pnqiosal to you. If you've got any sense, you’ll Impress its value on the rest of your fellows here, for by hook or by crook, I intend to break up this settlement and hurt) these shacks." One long gasp came from Polly. Her fathefeuid nothing hut looked back at the speaker ns if Aie had not heard. “Daddy ain't got the hull right to say what's what," she interrupted sud denly. “There’s lots of squatters.” “Then call in some of the others," MacKenzIe snapped. “And don’t be long about it. I want to know what's going to be done before I go. he demanded sharply. Polly flung out her hand. Help! that was what' the squatters wanted. The Utile lamb was dead. Nothing could ever hurt if any more. But there were her people— "Just help Daddy Hopkins”—she choked and went, on—"an’ all the poor folks in.-the Silent City, an’—all—I’ll Yore you forever and foreverf ~ J a V * a # a • * After that the "IHtlest mother” made large strides upward toward the "greatest mother.” Every little wor ried thing in the woods, every heavy heajjjt’ in the squatter settlement felt the difference in Polly Hopkins. She smiled more, she talked more; and, when she found a group of her women folks wondering how .their absent lad dies-were. she led them in smiling as- surance to Old Mure s fence and there repeated what Boliert Percival had about the Greatest Mother In the World. ^ tine iporning Pollyop was cleaning the shanty and Granny Ho)** was seat-' 1 ed h> the stove, a •‘harp rap came on j me door. When Polly niwiii-d it and 1 recognized'th< caller, sh* wuuM have j closed the d*«>r and barred ft if a i Tmii/» heavy fio»L tbmqt arruaa the | Dirt-Wioiu, had JM prrvrttlrd her. munc aches QUICKLY RELIEVED T HE racking, agonizing rheumatic ache ia quickly relieved by an ap» plication of Sloan’s Liniment. For forty yean r folks all over tho world have found Sloan*1 to ba tho natural enemy of pains and achca. It pendrates without rubbing. You can just tell by its heahlnr 9 stimulating odor that it ia going to d* you good. , Keep Sloan’s handy for neurmlgia v •clatfca, lame back, stiff jointa, sort muscles, strains and sprains. At all druggists—35c, 70c, $1*40, Sloa_ Liniment umtSb isrel, esshSer. M&WMflOITS SVM» KINGPIN PLUG TOBACCO Known as ‘that good kind’' c Iiy it—and you will know why So Rubber but More Stretch ExcellO. SuSPtNDKRS Ns War I Polly flashed a glance at her father." “Go get ’em, brat,” he directed. “An’ bring Larry.” Out into the settlement she went, and when she came hack into the shanty, there followed her an angry set of Illy-clothed men; and outside a sullen group of Women waited to hear what Old Marc had to oflfer. One by one the men silently ranged themselves in a row around the but wall while Polly stood at her father’s shoulder, nrte hand resting upon it, and the other on Wee Jerry's head. Marcus MacKenzIe-knew the group of men he bad to deal writh. He knew their wicked ways, how they thieved, hovF they used their nets against the law, and how they shot game out of season. - He remembered, too, how main- had been sent fo jtftson with his aid, hut . this day Uehrifled to get rid of them all at once. “I want to pay you fellow* to go away from Ithaca." He plumped the proposition at them baldly. “If It hadn’t been the easiest. way out, L woarmrt rnrve -eonstdered tr a minute. But after talking it over with my law yer, I've decided tn give you all a sum of money If you’ll leave peacea bly.” ''Out you’ll all go, if 1 ha** to t>«rm your kuts about your ko*d»r. . flU BS CONTUa’EDj Noform Urgently Noaffafl. Imagine riving un a street without a name and lu ^ hniiae without a num ber! If you are a writer. Imagine waiting fur a check from a magazine In such a residence! That ia the pre dicament that certain Parisians art In who Uve In auch a street near the Durcq canal. The city government for got to gfVe It a name, and the only numbers ini the house* are thooe puf up hy resldenta who sofftetlroea dupli cate each other’s numbera. Now the nut Ives nre becoming aroused about tt. The lot of the |MNir postman must be a difficult one as he gazes at a letter ad dressed to "Monsieur Pierre Bergeret, the third righthand hous^ In the little street two blocks to the right of the Ourcq Mg you walk south.” - Just the Boy for Papa. “There.Is something,” he said, “that I have wiinted for u long time to tgri ^ you. I iim not rich, us you know, hut I am young, strong and willing to work. Miss Millyuns—Edith—I—” “Oh!” she cried. "I will tell pupa about you. I think I heard him say this morning that he wanted t»» hire an office boy with Just the qualifica tions you mention."—Pittsburgh Press. New Employee. “Pat,” warned the contractor, “to day you became a new employee lu this corporation and I want to tell you that all such employees must work quickly and quietly.” “Yis, sor.” “Aml when I give an order I want it obeyed on the instant.” "Yis, sor.” —"Ami furthermore, I will brook nn argument and no back talk." “Well,, don’t ye start It then!” What Are Symbreals? The novel of thu future, according to Shaw Desmond, will be like his novels, not a novel at all but a sym- hreal. Mr. Desmond goes on in highly technical and polysyllable teruu* to define wbut q aymbreul is, comparing It to a kaleidoscope, and to u many- faceted diamond. b'lYdlsregarding the spelling, one is very . likely to think the name originated wifi' the tinkling synihal and that the great difference Ilea hi the introduction of one syllable for euphony's sake. Xi Kindness is nn- instinct—polltt only an ari. X. : '-'■‘C: IM