The Barnwell people. (Barnwell, S.C.) 1884-1925, April 13, 1922, Image 3
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THE PEOPLE. BARNWELL. 8. C.
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Storm Country Polly
Grace Miller White
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SYNOPSIS^—Occupying a dllapl-
cjated shat'k tn the Silent City, a
squatter settlement near Ithaca,
New York, Polly Hopkins lives
with her father, small Jerry, and
an old woman, Granrty Hope. On
an adjacent farm, Oscar Bennett,
prosperous farmer, Is a neighbor.
He Is secretly ijiarrled to Evelyn
Robertson, supposedly wealthy girl
of 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 they are not rich, but prac
tically 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
mon.'y. She already bitterly regrets
her marriage to the Ignorant farm-
e.r. Polly conveys her message and
Oscar makes threats. He Insists
Evelyn meet him that night. Polly
has her father and iJtrry Bishop,
a squatter, take an oath to do Mac
Kenzie no Injury. Evelyn unsuc
cessfully tries to get money from
her mother with which to huy off
Bennett and Induce him to leave ths
country, giving her her freedom
She and MacKenzie avow their
love. At the arranged meeting that
night Bennett threatens Kvelyn
with exposure unless she gives him
money. Polly meets Robert Per-
rhrat. and they are mutually at
tracted. Polly's feeling being adora-
Mnn Oscar kills Polly'a lamb and
perrtval thrashes Oscar Mac Ken-
■le .orders the squatters to leave.
Evelyn plane to marry MarKonste
CHAPTER VIII—Continuod
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“Ihirllng.'* ho bmlto f«*rth. Tm Ju«t
so happy. I can't have a n»w with Hub
Why don't you talk to him about the
squatters? lie'll listen to you. Kve!
Hat. darling, that's a detail." He took
our of her hands am) kissed the tip*
of her slender lingers. "The most Ini'
purtanl thing to tie eonshlered now Is
when are you going to marry we? I
«sn't. I simply cant wait much longer!
oh, K«e. K'e. I want you!**
Fiercely he drew her head against
him i and the stlewe that followed was
fraught with rwpture for them twith
oh * She wanted |o !«• his wife, to
forget the |wst two wretched years. It
Oscar did not stand in her wajr. bow
quickly site arotlld give this mnn the
happiiiess tie craved and drink ileep of
It herself.
“When, my toveT" breathed Harms
thickly, caressing her. "When, dear?"
tiraiety she lifted her head and
looked Into his eyes for a fear seconds
"When you buy the Itennett farm.**
•he venturi'll. "If —ill—"
"Ami get rid of the squstiers too.
their names. Marcus says if he can’t
get rid of them, he’ll, leave Ithacp.”
A step in the hall closed the con
versation for the time being, and a
moment later Robert Percival joined
them. In silence Mrs. Robertson
studied his face. She wondered* what
had changed him so perceptibly In the
last little while. He looked almost
haggard to her searching eyes. She
was about to question him as to his
health when the young man turned to
Evelyn.
“Eve, dear,” he began hesitatingly,
"I want something done very badly
and perhaps you can accomplish .Tt
for rtie.”
A lazy smile stole to Evelyn’s lips.
.“And you know. Boh, I’ll do It
If I can." she responded. “Tell me
what’s on your mind, honey.”
"Certfftrrly; why, yes. Indeed." Inter
jected Mrs. Robertson. “You know.
Boh. Eve and I will do anything we
can for you!”
The expression cl anxiety, which his
face had worn since he had seen the
last of Polly Hopkins, lifted a little.
“That’s fine!" he exclaimed heartily.
“There's nothlpg like a fellow’s own
women folks. Is there? And yoii'n*
lust as good to me as ft I belonged to
‘you."
Mrs. Robertson bridled consciously,
pleased with her nephetfc^aud pleased
with herself.
“Why. Robert, dear." she returned,
“you do belong to us. Ood bless yon.
hoy, you’re my baby and Eve’s little i
brother. Now tell us what’s bothering i
you."
"It’s Marc’s row with the sqnattem!
' I can’t get the p«*or devils out of my
mind. Kve. can’t you get him to leave !
the settlement people alone? I’d let
them have some of my land, hut It j
1 doesn’t touch the take, and they j
couldn't make a living on It."
Evelyn arose and crossed the room
j to the table. She had not expected
| this Her print!!** to MacKenate
| Hashed Into her mind!
"1 don't like Interfering with Mare's
business. Hoh." she demurred. “Be-
! «td«*s. he wants to Improve the prop
erl jr down there, and' he mn*f while
| the fl«hermen stay on the shore!"
tlently. for Robert had always been
like a younger brother to her. and she
I loved him deoriy. Evelyn extdained
‘a piano and showed how
If was for her. under the
son came In.. Embarrassed and In ai-
lent'e, Polly oft arose and offered her
a chair.
“You ain’t feeling well, I bet,” she
burst out, wiping the dust front the
rope seat of fhe rocker with her skirt.'
“You look white like the moon does
before a min. (Jo on, an’ sit down!"
Sinking hack. Evelyn looked stead
ily up at her. Then she caught at the
hand resting on her shoulder.
“Pollyop, Eve come to you because
you’re the only friend I haVe,” she ex
claimed, tears misting her eyes.
“I’m awful glad you come to me,”
''■Polly breathed softly. “You want me
to run to Oscar again? I can’t stand
the sight of that duffer, but I’ll go just
the same. Have you got a letter?"
Wiping her eyes, Evelyn shook her
head.
-^"No/hut Oscar wants to see you."
she replied. She paused and at wiled
the girl. “Polly,” she continued,
“don’t you want to do something for—
for your people? There’s a way, Pol
lyop, that you ran—”
Impulsively Polly could not wait.
“I>o you mean help Daddy Hopkins
an’ the rest of ’em?" she interrupted.
Evelyn nodded.
“Yew. every one In the settlement."
A brilliant smile lit up Pollyop's
countenance.
A thoughtful mwment or two passed,
while Polly Hopkins gazed at her
hands looked together In her lap.
“You can’t tell me nothin' about Os
car,” she remarked at length. "I know
the dirty duffer, atti I. duoT know
nothin’ good about him,r you can bet
your hoots on that." She paused while
through the open doorway her eyes
were fixed upon a fleecy cloud, high
up in the deep blue sky. “But that
don’t make no difference," she contin
ued. “If I linked up with Oscar, would
that pup. Old Marc, let the squatter#*
stay in the Silent-City?"
‘Why, Polly, dear, of coursa he will!
I talked with Oscar last night, and I’ll
speak to Mr. MacKenzie just as soon
as you promise to do what Oscar
wants.”
Again the smiling face of Robert
Percival cut across Polly Hopkins'
mental vision, and through the silence
of the shanty she head his voice—^deep,
low and like music. ‘ Then the evil
face of Bennett wormed Itself Into her
mind. Her lids dr<N>|>ed, and she shud
dered.
“I couldn’t do it. ma’am.” she
wailed. "I just c<>u|dn*t do that!"
Evelyn arose and stood over her.
“You must. Polly," she asserted
again. “(JimmI heavens. It's the chance
of your life! Of course you’ll do it.
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’Til glyv Inchi** out of my hhlw tm Polly Ilopkin*. Take n little time ft*
•lo that.” «li«> declared. "Ho an. an
yap It to me."
“Then alt down, dear.” entreated |
Kvelyn. “and don’t *tare at me so!"
To have saved her life. Pollyop could
not drag her eye* away, hut obediently
she sat uown on the floor. Evelyn fid
geted under the aearchlng. houeat gate.
“You know. Polljr." ahe stammered.
eirrumstanee*. to Ini
Then she rrusaed to
over him.
"Robert, deor ~ «hi
about the •quOtter*.
thing *|ieclal to you
•■Itje.*! Inn that she «*
hurried osi: "Tbey'r
lunate. | know. Pti
We all are; hit) you
worthies* and filthy,
thev haven't any r
•rferv «i
hi*
wit
Thev aren’t any-
To head off an
vr |n hi* eye*, ahe
» |>oor and unfor-
i sorry for them,
ran'l deny they’re
and worst of all.
ght to he where
they are. Yon w«*n’t let them come be
tween you and Manr and me. will
la
1 •l 1 *
me*.
he
laughingly
liiierrupte*!
your
w
k lul
gff
rR]
l_ of the M|tl
niters too."
With*
Mil el
U^g the man
a ch<
me
n«»
led
K\¥
lyii
Thou she
ki»»ed him
answer.
Mrs. Ihd>ertson
Interrup'
y
«im|
hispercil, *
‘My sweet-
"Men
ry. 1
vve. why of
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I Won’t ;
Mar
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of
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it 1
atcr she IIK
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don’t w
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tittle
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lier
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hen he siui
teil wliinisi-
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She lnrne*l
smijii
igl>
think It over. I'll bring Oscar to .see
you some day when Mr. MacKenzie
and my cousin Robert are away."
At the'aound of that lieloved name,
Polly** head fell forward.
"Si’oot now." she said, her cttri* hld-
Jng her face. "pH think about It."
After kNelyn had gohe. Polly me
chanically resumed her sewing. It
seemed that her heart’a joy had wholly
died within her. ("atlentljr she tried
to tom her attention to the work In
her hand*, hut again and again *ho
•'aught herself sitting with Idle finger*.
Finally, worried hy the conflicting
emotion* that were crowding. In u|sm
tier. Polly flung herself Into the open
and ran swiftly along the ragged rocks
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aw. Isn't he? *
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tor Ambitious?
itws—-Y ewtih. ||e *ay* he won’t
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the creek, smiling at her.
“I fallowed y**u. IVdly Hopkins " he
celled, and springing arrow* the water,
he added; "You ran so fast I lost yrtu
at the comer of the ragged mrka. and
•Pm
(•ally.
"Now It’s settled, dejireri.*’ he.said,
rising.- "I won’t give ydn a minute’s
l>euee until you begin on your pretties,
though the way you've set the day
T
linii
to
the young man and ended sweetly;
”Y«hi f<*el that way. don’t you. Bob?"
Disregarding Imth the Indy und her
question, Robert got up. his lips grim
and hip fine brow corrugated with
dues. Evelyn and Marcus could do as
pleased; he would take his stand
right there.
’’KvelyYi*" he said slowly. "I should
he sorry to have anything come be
tween us. You've always been likas^
dear sister to me. I suppose it s nut-
unil and right for you to^ee this the
way Mane dues.— Y in'ee engaged to
Awful Glad You Coma to
Polly Braathad Softly.
Me."
eeli Mr. MaeRi iizie and
can make luiu do anything I
If I were fne from itscar
him, hut .voir can tell him for’nurTTTT
going to help the squatters any wqy
and every* way* I can."
Too angry to listen fo any more ar
guments, he pushed his chair to one
j side and left the room.
Mrs. Robertson looked daggers at
her daughter and as soon as she could
get her breath, broke out;
, "Now, Evelyn, see what a ,storm
you’ve stirreliTlipT Why didn't you use
a little diplomacy? That was the least
you (4>uhl have (1 one! You get Marc
and BobJjy—tiie ears, and where'll vou
be!” '
“Oh! 1 don’t know! I don’t know!”
moaned Evelyn. “Don’t talk to me
any more. I’m jitat about crazy. I’m
going to bed! Rood night!” “ ?
“Oh, Eve, Eve, 1 Want You!”
mak&s jt rather Indefinite." He waved
his arm In a wide-open gesture, and
finished: “But YU see that it’s mighty
soon.” \
- Mkl. . itoligrtsuuj* -daughter. ..n aa. -In-
a brown study before the lire when
that lady came Into the room, a few
minute* later.
"Marc went early tonight, didn't he.
Eve?" she quesfiomsl. as *be drop|»ed
into a < hair.
"He had to go and meet s^uneone
sImhiI fh<&*e tiresome aquatterw. Eve
cxpUiued. "I'm aidk of ibv aound of
CHAPTER IX.
In spite of the weight of apprehen
sion that pressed upon the Silent City.
Polly’s soul insisted on singing with
gladness. She found opportunity, even
in the midst of her busy hours, to live
over and over the adventures of that
evening in-the Robertson house. When
she remembered how Robert had lield
her in his arms, her happiness made
her* aijilpst faint. ^
- - -Sihe-oUou**] .lerry s-giugham -hlwtse
to fall neglected in her lap. a* In Imag
ination she dwelt on every IflSfldent oT |
lier .visit; She rwalleil the thrllliug
leuriem»*s»i In Rol>ert , s w ords* and her “Oh.
"how It la li
Die. 1
say. < ih
Bennett !’*
"Then you could marry old Marc,
huh?" Polly Interposed with* a holt of
the chestnut curls. *'uir boss him. I
bet"
“Something like that. Polly,” Evelyn
admitted. “That's why I've come to
you. When I'm free. I can make Mr.
MacKenzie let up on your people."
Anxiously- weighing every word.
Polly's quick mind ran on ahead.
“An’ to do that." she threw-in, “you
It’s
taken nte all tl
ill* 1
ttm
e tn find ymt." i
He Mat down Ite*
il«!•*
he
r ami t«Mtk her
bar
ids; hut Polly
Cl*
Ul«l
1 not lortk up
at
him. Emltarn
•d
ttoy••n<l tlttef- I
am
•e. she wlthdrei
m h
er
fingers, letting
the
m fall listless!
ly. *
It
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He
r lovely face, tl
kr*f
wl
liite then s4*nr- I
let.
only told hhi
i that
she was glad
to
<M*e lifiu. and s
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e of girlish Innu- r
cell
**e, dear tu all
me
II.
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You went awi
ii y
Stll
suddenly the '
orb
er liigiit," he m
in on.
“I didn’t have ‘
U (
■hatice to say 1
Iialf
I
wanted to. I !
hm
1 something
for
%y
on. ton, hut 1
i*ouldn’t get away
until
today to bring !
It •
low n.”
He pulled a little roll of paper from
his |HN*ket and handed It to her. Won-
derlngly she opened it. and then* was
an exact reproduction of "The (Jreat-
est Mother in the World.” .
Polly was so overcome she contin
ued silent.
“Don’t you like it, little Pollyop?”
got to get shut of Oscar!* don t blame j queried Robert, putting his fingers un-
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goin’ to work It. Miss Eve? I can’t
'Kce no help for the squatters If your
inari-ylh' Old Mare’s part of R.”
“ThaVs what I’m trying to tell yon.
Polly.” waSv tlw* quirk retort, “but l
want your promise. You help me. and
I’ll help you ami jjour people. Oscar
says he'll free me if-Hf—you’ll marry
him." X.
• For an Instant Polly's heaiKwhlrled
as if It had been suddenly struck and
over het came a weight almost un beats
able. Then slow ly she shook her curly
head.
"I couldn't do that, ma’am,” she
choked. “I just couldn't.”
"But you said you would.” retorted
Evelyn sliarpi.Y. . “You must. I can
save tho squatters, and I ‘will; but
only on fomdttlon tlidf yoit h(dp nte get
rid of Oscar Bennett. Mr. MacKenzie
is going to huy the Bennett firrm,
and—” . ’
“An’ Oscar’ll he goin' away some-
wheres else?” ptit in Polly. “Is that
it? He’d take me away front Daddy
Hopkins an' from—’’
She ealight herseff just InVtlme. She
had it on the tip of her tongue to add
the name of Robert Percival, but of f
couivtp she did not.
~ "f -eeuldn't ever <hi. thaf;” she ehd^d.
“Never, never!”
The blue eyes lookevTinto the brow:n
eyes >»*riously: .
ye*, you can.” insisted Ml*s
der her chin and raising her face to
his.
~’‘Yepif’ she whispered, blushing.
"Sure, sure I «Wi. I love it.”
- “Then why don’t you smile?" he de
manded ; and as she shyly complied
with his request, he ran on; "I’ve
talked with MacKenzie, and he's so
set— Confound it! He makes me so
hot I can scarcely listen to him. But,
Polly dear, I’ll do everything I can.
I’ve got money and friends, as w-eil as
he has. and I’ll use ’em too. Will you
hajst me. sweet?”
She bowed .her head in grateful as
sent. How she thrilled at the touch
of the vvartp. white hand!
» -i’Look pt ine. dearie." he begged,
and, when she^tUtl flash him ft rosy
.glfthee, he caught hebTQ him. “I love
you, little girl,” he whispered.
“An’ love's the greatest tlYtRg hi
Ithaca, ain’t It?” s|te murmured tn
Trembling confusion, ak .
“Y’es, ^y.f*s," lie l>fwrttqd. < “Little
girl—oh. my Httlest dear—’’ » -
Hbi voice trailed away, and his pns-
sionatiNdsses made Polly flopkins for
get everything hut him. Primeval pas
sion rose within lier. She had f'Uiiid
her man, and nothing should take him
from her. \ -
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