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tfory: *> .11 - <4 , - . ... A* • Storm Country Polly by Grace Miller White Copyright by little. Brown & Co. CHAPTER XI—Continued. —12— Pollyop’s sobbing voice penetrated .nto the young niun's darkening sen sibilities, and the ghost of a smile crept to his lips. Then slowly his eyes closed. The strained muscles relaxed from about his mouth, leaving it more boyish; and thus did the Storm coun try give back to Evelyn Ilobertson her freedom. After that came dark days for Polly- op. Even the reproduction of The Greatest Mother in the World, which hung, it) its accustomed place on the shanty wall, failed to lift the heavy load that rested like a stone In her bosom. No more did she stand before It and dream—dream of a deep-toned ’ voice telling her of love and a future, dream of Robert’s arms about her and her head pressed against him. Up and down,.she went through the Silent City, unable to smile, well nigh unable to speak a word of greeting to those she •met. So sympathetic were her squatter friends that many a fish i>nd pan of baked beans found tbeti way Into the Hopkins hut. Several times Pollyop bad made an effort to iwHf Evelyn, but the rich girl never appeared as the little trill sounded Just after nightfall In the Robertson garden. In July came rumors that Evelyn Robertson was to marry Marcus Mac- Krnxle; and that be had bought the Bennett farm of Oscar’s heirs. Terri fied whispers went front month to mouth In the settlement that he had hnaste^ bow he was going to clear the squatters from the Mllent City before the coming of Christman. One night the dark messenger to whom no borne 4a chmed sUpped Into the Hopkins shanty ami ■uinimmed Granny Hope. Although the absence 1 ^ of the old withered mouth made one | less to f***d (‘■•tli "p mt .wed the nft re- i (•rated assurance that anmelwm. wmie repression grhve with surprise time, lose would make crooked thing* | scrutinised her mldly. Polly was happier. She could not have explained. If she had been asked, .why the agony of doubt had given place to a wanner glow about her heart when she thought of Daddy Hopkins. Away off up there in the gloom of the prison, he had received a mother’s benedic tion; Polly believed this with all her soul. Jerry and she too had come in for their share; and this new confi dence lifted the shadow from her eyes a little and lessened the stabbing hurt in her side. The thing that tormented her most was Jerry’s constant mourning for his father. Day by day she had racked her brains for ways to amuse him, but as soon as the novelty of the play had worn off, the old-time cry would be gin : “Want to play horse wlf my Daddy Hopkins! Wee Jerry w’ants Daddy Hopkins!” She was looking at him one morn ing after one of his spells of weeping, and wistfully considering If there might be a way to hurry him off to Auburn for a day, when Evelyn Rob ertson suddenly appeared In the shanty door. * • For a long time Evelyn's conscience had made her uncomfortable. Even though her days were exceedingly busy, the remembrance of the squatter gtri’s pale, pleading fare tormented her, and she was fearful Pollyop might not keep the promise «be ( had made, and Marcua MacKenxIe would be lout forever. Ro astounded was Polly llopklna to see the girl that site neglected to ask her In. Overlooking this, Miss Rot>- ertatm stepped Into the room In etn- haiTaasmeat. “Pollyop,” she h-gun. catching her breath, **| Ju«t bad to .apeak to you. | I’m going to he married to Mr. McKeu- nd I come to talk to you about It aod—sod to bring the boby some played hide anu go seek at the cor- neds of her lovely mouth. The steely- blue glint faded from her eyes, leav ing them* the color of heavenly tints. She was certain her secret was as safe in the breast of Polly Hopkins as it was in the heart of the dead Oscar. “You shall see your father," she said, dropping her hand,,“and you can have any dress I have to wear. Come up tonight, at seven. The folks will he at dinner; and I'll slip out and bring you In." Then she went away, leaving Polly Hopkins alternately plungled IfttS the depths pf despair when she thought of Robert Percivnl and singing with gladness over the Joy In store for Wee Jerry and Daddy Hopkins. It wm still broad day when Polly Hopktas left Wee Jerry playing by the water’s edge with-some squatter youngsters and started for the Robert son home. True to her word, Evelyn met her In the grape arbor at seven and hastily led her up the back stairs to her bedroom. * “There are the rioeets," she said. “Take anything you like, Polly, but hurry. The cook's In the kitchen, and the other maids are busy. I'll go down for fear someone will come to find me. There's the^dlnner gong.” Once alone x tii; the beautiful room. Polly's gaze swept Its broad dimen sions. It did not occur to her to covet the least of these gorgeous surround ings. She only wanted something to wear to Auburn, something to cele brate her visit and do Daddy Hopkins proud. She swung open a duset dour aod peered In. The sound of laughter somewhere In the house sent a wave of terror over liar. Site snatched at the first gown under her hand, rolled It Into a bun die and fled down the stairs. I'sttl she was In (he lane again, she did not breslhe easily. Once hark In the shanty. Pollynp hid the drees beneath her bed without even Hopbine cracked piece of mirror which he had used when pulling out his shaggy whiskers with the tweeaer*. By the aid of It, she could get glimpses of her slim young figure'atid the grace ful sweep of the skirt. Holding the glass higher up. she studied her slen der neck where fhe kuii had tanned It. But .tan did hot matter, for Daddy Hopkins loved her 4n spite of It: ' All at once she heard a knock against the ^Ide of the hut. Hastily slipping nut of the dress and folding It, she shoved It under her pillow. Then she put on her old dress and opened the door. l.arry Bishop was there, extending "her a letter. Taking the note in amazement, she smiled and thanked him. ' • ‘ ‘‘Ain't you cornin' In, Larry?" she asked,. “Klnda chilly tonight, huhj^ . The squatter stepped inside, his cap. in his hand. “Yep, too cold for summer, Poll,” he returned. “Say, brat, how you gettln’ on? Got 'nough beans left for a while?” “Sure, niore’n enough, Larry," she replied. “I writ Daddy in my letter yesterday how blessed good you’d all been to me. I bet, when I get face to face .with 'Ira, I'll tell things I can’t scribble. An’ now you go bringin’ mu this." Site tapped the letter with her fin gers as a mysterious smile, touched her lips. The man shook his head grimly. “You won’t be seeln* your dad very soon. Pollyop," he muttered, “not If I guess right!” "Mebbe I will.” she told him, finger ing the letter. She liked Larry Bishop very much, hut she was eaten up with curiosity to know the contents of the envelope In her hand. Perhaps, oh. might It be— “Where’d you get this, LarryT” she asked, holding It up. “I was coinin' down the lane.” ex plained Bishop, “an' a feller asked me If I knowed where the Hopkins hat was. I fcaya, 'Yep. I'm goio’ there now.' He says. Take this letter to the Hopkins girl,' an' I nayo, 'Yep,' an' —sn' I hning It." lie paused, hoping she would open It In his presence. Being persuaded site did not Internl to. he went out Ills footsteps had no sooner died away than Polly sprang to the door and haired It. Then ahe turned the letter over and over and looked at It. Her OTKe Kitcken V Cabinet CepyrlshU ISIS. WaaCvra M««»pap«r Vnioa.. "For never anything can be a fills*, When.aimplenem and duty tender it" QOOO THINGS FOR THE FAMILY El straight Late one day. she took Jerry and the hilly g**St and walked through the HI lent tlty and on toward the Had Mans Ravine The picture she had grown ta here In Ihase kawg agn •(•ring days still gqsed owt at her from Mar eus MacKengle's fence. There far a moment Polly halted and enlemoly rotstr«M|>iate-l the henutl- Bil face. When she had been happy, •tuf that waa ages ps»t ahe had aot realised what the cull In the mot her - pl*n meant. Rat ns «me after sqothgr, her loved date* had dwindled away, and none but Jerry was left, n dearer understanding took (sweesstnn of her. "j "Jerry* d r Hopkins tbs _ ; daring to look at It. How Rvetyn waa >er have hie ftaddy 1 strange the visit to Auburn. *1 retorted. ,m] gmiw. but of one thing she was f Mn». at m* had • beautiful dress to rtsun drew hack ■ little rp * M m -I bad sltarked her sad the nomas there. They were llv tg In n warring wnrid. trj by might aisd mall 1 te Hla 1 m f .. C »■* 11*49 own. | ■elty- Mf» and || VI* gm 1 Mo thff-r. Tbe ere mum a | B«ket1 at d f isf H MPf V a at a riM) of rick ] *4*fi*. ai d 1 *••113 a as t.MX he ■1 by h#*r hrm »d mm tmwm lo«l. light etl* •d a j Iklilml K m* +* Hrar >1 fonts tee-. 1 Jt|f»k% | JT R he \ IlfYl i*r to *atl. an li aj 1 MHMkt at the mi as* 11 n««aM the (m •r-nn l*i f» c. ^.i.i •ffS*"* • 4 mov g «ff a ere rd < •f g re** tin g from her toiigttr. r<»r ItriM rrt 1 'rfclv mI wa* hMig, 1 Iiiif at T. 1 i| ■rioti N Will te fare hold Iflff VH* li mt if m lilt Is* «*r w stilt*. F«Mr ft til Inute tl i«*y a lari-1 at idich oth- ee; then tin p yo mg man* swung « llwiUt swiftly h ml Nt TIN le away. (Yush* si ulnx •St Into In^enslldllty. poll/op sunk h •vver and lower until Jerry *11 d u way from her slioitlde rs to ung Miss 11.4 shaking her head. "I couldn't manage that. I'm afraid.” •he said snherty. riiitf pidiyop shifted uneasily., “Mebbe you could get tMd Marc to I say | could take Jerry to Aohum. ! theoP* she ventured "JerryII die If j he dent see his doddv, Hes gettln j thinner an' thinner every day. He's been yelling like mad nil moratn*" Ktelyu pondered on ikle so Instant. "Yea, | could do that. I'm sure.” ahe ■fissered. smiling Immdiy, “I d love la do It. too.” The forlorn denoft at ft*e coftMffi of Polly's mouth disappeared. “Mebbe. If | c«stl<f*get something to wear—" She hesitated motif. After she had put the child to bed, and the donr was securely locked. Pol ly drew the curtains tightly over the ill wlodowa. Kvoa the earners of It had never ••cvqxred to Miss -on bow I'otlvrip managed for she had m ranch her-elf sh i*d to another's need; hut, s I come to •leiuand a favor, the site had better offer as mu the ground. Her tieloved Inol not K|M>kvn. nor had the iwtined lines about his moutli softoited evetf a little hit! Afternoon shadows began to stretch long over the lake mid crowd down- U|M»n the Silent ( 'lt.v, and still the squatter girl knelt and wept out her sorrow and loneliness with no <Hie near hut the large-eyed.* sad little child, leaning across the thin back of iwy-goat ; At length I'ollynp-arose, wiping her worn face on her sleeve. Then she foisted Jerry to her shoulders and -i turned for a hist look at the lofty mother of the world. ^*»r a minute she gazed steadily. And then,, through the gathering gloom, she thought she saw a smile hovering about the beautiful mouth. Pollyop went nearer by two steps. The woman was smiling at her. and the squatter girl, overwhelmed with n joy that hurt keenly like a knife's blade, smiled • back, the ttrsj smile since Granny Hope had feft her. Holding Jerry by one arm, she thilis*,the other hand upward. ^ “Biggest ah’ beaut If ulest mummy in all the World.'' she faltered, “bless me an’ Jerry an’—an’ Daddy Hopkins away off up in Auburn prison." ' Reverently she knelt with her cling ing burden, and then, swiftly rising, went back to the shanty, her pale face raditint with a world-wide blessing. CHAPTER XIP-*, . Midsummer was full upon them; ami stilj_ PftUyop and Jerry held . to ~rhetr Imich tcnmc»if the hnt.- A ifew- heart-hroken letters had reaihed the squatter girl from Auburn, mm! she had painstakingly nasWcreii them. Yet in spite of the dully predictions ofThe squatter folks th«C Old Mare would shortly begin again V/ baruan them. ert tna Mi lux hap *iI-- i • m •Toll)ahe ejaculated, "you've lu-en awfullv go*vl to me. ami you can have any one of my dresses )ou want, ami keep It Pm*. Ami T II persuade Mr. MncKenzIe to get y«*u a (0-111111 l« go 10 A-ibuni.” , _ Polly fell her heart grow big. Then, after all. she could take Wee Jerry to Ids daddy. “I s’s|H»se—I a's|M»se,” she hesitated, trembling, “you couldn’t tell your cous in—*' Her throat caught In a snh hut she cleared It, and went on. "Just tell 'lin Oscar wasn't my man?” Evelyn Robertson had often lived over the horror of the minutes when the shameful secret of her marriage p to Oscar Bennett was so nearly dis closed to Robert I'erclval. More than once had site congratulated herself upon the cleverness with 1 -which she had avoided that danger. “To he sure her escape had been at the expense of Polly’s reputation. $he regretted the necessity hut reasoned that a good name\could not he mu^h of u Joss to a squatter. , “Of course I couldn't do Unit,” she returned sharply. “Why—why should you want-y" The squatter girl’s gaze lifted to the speakers face, atid tears welled over the fringed lids. Then Evelyn read the truth; and ber eyes glinted and narrowed. "Merciful Heavens, you're jp love with my cousin?" she exclaimed. ‘"Is that what you mean?" - The brown head fell forward, and a-tlame-hot face was hidden ip the western chestnut curls. "And he loves you, too,” cried Ev elyn. in disdain. VJn’hat a foot I was not to discover thatLbefore ! How per fectly awful! That’s what has been the matter with him for months.” Site snatched I’ollyop’s arm and shook her. , 1 “It’s absolutely mail of yAu to think of my cousin in that way," she con tinued. her voice hoarse - with fear. -rt Pr«misIE-4Uu again you’ll uavex teir him about risfearV" , pollyop >kiM.k h*T bead: '’‘I've never lojd nothin'; I’Ve said 1 wouldn't." she replied thickly, almost ■uikWijr. Then Evelyn nulled. The apple l* richer In phosphorus than any other fruit or vegetable; It contains / malic acid which Is a great germ destroy er and the water and other mineral matters nmke It an effective liver and stomach tonic. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away," is an old and well-tried recipe. Fresh or cooked apples are equally wholesome, but are mors digestible cooked. Lsttuce and Apple Salad.—Take s'x tablespoonfuls of olive oil, two table- spoonfuls of elder vinegar, a table- spoonful of salt, a few dashes of yhlte pepper and two tablespoonfuls of grated apple. Beat the oil, vinegar and seasonings until thick. Wash and dry the lettuce. Add the grated apple to the dressing Just before serving. The same amount of grated carrot may be ndried with the apple and a bit of onion Juice, for variety. - Apple Fritters.—Take one cupful of flour, one-fourth teaspoonful of salt, one-half teaspoonful of baking powder, two eggs, one-half cupful of milk, one- half cupful of sugar and three apples. Sift the flour, salt and baking powder together. Beat the eggs and turn them and the milk Into the flour. Beat these tor ether thoroughly. Dip allces of apple Into the hatter and fry brown In deep fat. Baked Apples With Nuts.—Peri and core as many apple* a* desired and plare them In a deep pen with a heap ing tablesponnful of sugar and one- half cupful of water for each anple Place In the center of each a|>ple • apoonful of chopped nuts and a strip of orange or lemon peri. Sprinkle with nutmeg or cinnamon and hake slowly until the Juice heoomes Jrily-tlke, Fried Apple*.—Place a lahtespnonfnl of hotter |p a frying pan; when hot fin the pan with apples mt loMv eighths 'tfprinkle with angar amt It; ao It moat be meant Moor and let them brown, then t for ber to reed. A thrill of pleasure and let them hmwn again, ran over her. Perhaps Robert had ' ferred. the apple* mhr he cored sent her a word of fnrgtveneaa He 1 diced In rings. I-raving the akin might hove written that same day he 1 keeps the apple from breaking, woeld come again. Apple Cebe.-Make t •wve-e«« coke Wltk sparkling anticipation she mt 1 hotter, poor into a pen ami cover the open the envelope and by the light of top with quarters of peeled spp4e. Hake the candle spelled mt Its contents. ami “liver Polly," she reed. ”1 couldn't j for menage that (rip to Auburn Ho sorry. | or tee -E.” Polly looked dolly at (be paper, (be 1 '* 0 ® 4 »*• mmm • r * 1 ^ wards running Main black amodfip pHTh* Pnnm as* sad ** asy I And Mess Mm alas that h* dMs’t hasp M • greet Inventtsn 1* Mmseff And sm go round advising, that Drib fi-tel rot off Bart? (Using “ Petroleum Jelly is tn efFcctire, antiseptic first-aid dressing for cuts, wounds and insect bites. ' Ithelpsprevent infection. CHESEBROUGH MFG. CO. State Street • New York For CROUP, INFLUENZA dkl •Sssli km • hr •( *»aat*t For Women Who Suffer Periodical pains, erarapo, aches, etc., keep hundreds of in bed or sway from work for a imj or so each month. Why suffer? Ben- to-Eeter Capsules stop such pains la 30 minutes or druggist refunfe money. Guaranteed harmless end do not effect heart or nenrse. Send ffre to Intemetionel Seise Oh. Norfolk. V*.. if your druggist hasn't Eater Capsules. Ladies Keep Your Sirin Clear, Sweet, Healthy With Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Talcum with a brown •nr* r seer* j or as a cake with toffs* at laarhma. As If She Had Been Handling Eggs, She .Drew on the Beautiful Robe, Her Bare Neck and Forearm* Gleam ing White in the Candle Light. the room lost their shadows; and "The Greatest Mother In the World” seemed t>o stand out more plainly than even when .the sun shone. Pollyop • placed her warm cheek nirninst the picture and smiled. She earnestly believed this wonder-mother was helping her to go and see Daddy Hopkins. She turned and looked long ingly at tlie sick little man, then up ward to the woman’s face. v_!!You*ve done so much for me nn’ JerryIna'iim,” she whispered. “Meb be sometime you’d make—him—smile just once at me.” Then she took the bundle from uu- der her cot and spread, out her treas ure. It was a deliriite shimmering silk, ana In It was fhe color of the sun just before he sailed over the hill oq his journey aruufid the earth. < There could not be such another beautiful gown in all the world, Polly thought. Then she slow ly slipped from her own ragged dress and stopped a monvent, contemplating Daddy Hopkins' big boots.. Even to Polly’s primitive mind they dlcf qot seem to be just Thing to wear with such a. dress. So t-he boots, too. came off. As 'f she had been handling hggs, «i rohet J^er hare neck and forearm* gleaming white in the candlelight. Then back and forth she walked, fq- tramvd with Its voiuptunu* loveliness. ' But twist and turn a* best she might. Tlte Riiuple* -he could out see tiut whole of her lines. Thee sbv could not go to Daddy Hopbine after all; and Jerry might die! Old Marc had once murv laid hie powerful Land spun her Ov with grief, she wept a while, she took the drew* from under the pillow, rolled It carefully In a rieea cloth and pet It away. * , • • • • • • The shock of Evelyn's cold note brought hack the •hadow* to Pollyop'e brown eyes. As the day* pa sard alow- ly by. amt tbe rich girt did not come to tlie shack again. Polly lost all hope of seeing her father. Her declaion to go to Anhum In spite of Old Marr followed a letter that •he received from (kiddy Hopkin*. He was very lonely, he said. He en* counting off each day as ao many ho\i r * nearer the time when he could see Ids o dear children. With the picture «»f Daddy's livnellnes* stamiied In misery on her mind came tfW* thought that no • me had the right to keep Jerry from hla father. From the time she conceived this Idea. It never left her thoughts. She |- had often stolen rides on the I^*h|gh Valley train from Ithaca to the Silent City and dropped off where the engine toidt n switch while the Buffalo Spe cial dashed by. Why could she not steal a ride clear to Auburn? While the squatter girl was making arrangements to carry out this mighty plan, preparations for the MacKenzIe-Rohertson vyeddtng were going rapidly forward. *. Evelyn, happy in her new love, untroubled by sym pathy for the dead Oscar, passed the days mostly at dressmakers and In the shops. Her contentment would have been complete if her cousin Rob ert had not looked so sad, or If she could have rid herself of the sense uf responsibility for his unhappiness. But hoping in her flippant way that nil wpufd come out well after she waS married, slw* gave little heed to him and none at all to Polly Hopkins. Early one morning Polly hopped quickly out of bdd and after a break- MORI LUNCHEON OIBHES for thoav who like tripe (as fol lowing 4Uh mill bv enjoyed: tweet- X\M£ breeds — W a a h freak tripe ttbnr- oughiy la several eaters and put It Into mid water and boil until thoroughly soft Filler “l>aelri wee a say serve '** Tbe ihla. ibae. lifted hu lip with a "He waa a »dker full) 'Ha awl) 1 I trim ” tee>e ciawtempt "I.” be ruwtlaeed. *T an • man thee INulel waa! Fog I an aa my way to I at review tbe ra abler el tbe bask a here I am «*< Wait a Little. l-edy—Tube. I'ta sorry te beer wife gri a divorce Tot—Yeaaaie. abe done gowe te Ataheme, Lady—Who will do my n»*w ? * T<4te—Wril. main. I're co'tln arala, ami I rvi’ta rapid-—To|i4m ob the Day Film*. fast of bread and bonus, began to dress Jerry In the liest he had. The day was chilly, and a tine rain drizzled over the lake. Pollyop vyrapped Granny Hope’s oftt shawl around the little -hoy and tied a warm rag about hls head ; and the child, satisfied with h^s sister's assurance that he was going to se« his father, sat on the cor wide-eyed, watching her in silence. (TO BE CONTINUED.) CX^Till Their Fuse Blew Out! Their meeting was mutual, . She h t Ipg Immediately attracted by hls ma netlc personality, while be was not •rqteUed. for hi* |i(»e -eoon made con- tact with hers, and the sparking grew Intense He. proposed with llghtuing- llke pre«*l*lon. then they were united. Their friends were electrified Wasn't it shocking?—K. K. Loafbcurrow In Dsuvit htf I'm*. and tender chauglitg the water once; cut In dire. M»ke a rich thick sauce of while stock or milk, season with salt paprika and a grating of nutmeg; add _ the diced irl|*e and pour very hot over l ., * « I ^ftetty—"The hlev of ((,4* whlsfllng to attract my .attention; 1 felt le- rotinds of toast. Gandsh with niiihIi point of dry toast and sprinkle wlt^i 'a little chopped parsley over all Smothered Lamb.— Line a ptold with ladled rice, first htittering the mold thickly. Fl!i tlie cAlty with flnely-cliopjied lamb, seasoned with a little onion, salt. pep|KT, a little chopped gre<‘n |>e|i|»er and tnoisteueil with a few s|NMinfuls of go<*d spick. Cover the meat with a little more rice, pressing U down well. Set the mold In a steamer and steam three-qnarters of an hour. Tip out on a phi tier and serve with-tomato sauce. Boudins.—Chop beef, lamb or venl and mix with two well-beaten eggs, nltowtng one egg to each cupful of -meat. Season highly with salt, pep per, onion Juice mid a little celery salt. Add n spoonful of stock.' Put the mixture into well-huttered. timbal molds and set them into a pan of hot water In a moderate oven to ebdk un til the eggs are set—aJmut twenty min utes. Turn out on n platter'and serve with n rich tomato snhee. Potato Omelet.—Hash cold boiled potatoes very fine, add enough milk-to moisten, season well and turn into a well-greased omelet pan. Cook slowly until the potatoes afe well browned on the bottom* cut Kinross the center ?Uh1 turn like any omelet. Add cheese, parsley or onion for variety of season ing. ' Escalloped Eggs With Cheese.— Cr«d( until hard six eggs, cut them In halves the leng way. Remove' the yolks, mash and season highly with stuffed olives, chopfiefl chives and salt, npd pepper. Moisten with melted butter and fill each half ^bmidlng It up well. Arrange In a shallow baking dish, pour ar.-vmd the egg* * rich erenm sauce and over the top place a thick layer of grated cheeae. Brown UffbtJ? I tv • the-.-oeen Use- a ^cheese which will not become stringy when heated. ’‘tilted and wouldn't noth'e him—Hark t What'* that? It's Jack honking hla nuto horn for me to come out. Excuse me. dtiir, I must go." The llest example of cause and ef fect Is that a careful s|iender makes a good saver. Her Experience “l was never able to bake a good cake until using Royal. I find other pow ders l^ave a bitter taste.” Mrs. C P. ROYAL Baking Powder Absolutely Fare Contains No Alum Leaves No Bitter Taste NcmRtyi Cmmk -ff* FREE.