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Storm Country Polly by Grace Miller White •' . 6 Copyright by Little, Brown & Co. CHAPTER XIII—Continutd. —15— “So you’re here, young man,” he anarled. “Well, muddling In this busl* ncaa rrtm't do you any good.—Didn't I tell yc*u yesterday what I Intended to do; and you had the nerve to upset tny wife about It. You’re making yourself the laughing stock o% .the whole town! Now you’d better go If you don’t want to witness -a little comedy that’ll stick In your memory for many a long day." „ The speaker turned to Pollyop. “Where’s that boy?” he demanded. Involuntcrlly Polly looked toward the cot where Wee Jerry lay asleep. “You mean the baby— Oh, you don’t mean Jerry?” she questioned dully. He held out a paper whlch-<h& squat ter girl took as If she had been in a stupor. She held It up, tried to make out what was printed on it, then dropped her hand hopelessly to her, side. With an exclamation of pity, Robert went to her and took the fingers that clutched the paper. “Polly,” he said swiftly, “you’ll have to give Jerry up for a little while. Just a little while—” She snatched her hand away, the torument fluttering, to the floor. In a the child. With one hand the frenzied girl beat at him \^lth all her energy, but he struck down her slim young fingers as If they had been twigs. Thrusting one arm around her, he caught Wee Jerry by the shoulders. But to disengage the boy’s clutch from the chestnut curls called forth all the quickness" the man possessed. Polly struggled madly, and the child shrieked and clung to his sister with all the puny strength he had. "Keep away, Perclval,” snapped« MacKenzie, pushing Robert backward. “If you lay one finger on my men. I’ll take the girl along to Jail.” ' To save the girl he loved, Robert compelled himself to stand by while the boy was torn bodily from her., He saw one of the men drag a blanket from the bed and throw it around Wee Jerry. Then he snatched at the girl, but she quickly eluded his grasp. How awfully her eyes glowed, and how her face twitched! “Get out with him before she cuts up any more." growled Marcus, as Polly bounded forward only to be mqt by the speaker’s outstretched arms. “If you make another scene, my lady," he rapped out. “I’ll hive you ar rested for obstructing the law. And remember this, huzzy. I'm going to get you next." Ills threat against herself meant nothing to Polly Hopkins. But the word “law"! It struck at her brain I Ate a hammer. She suddenly felt as If a tidal wave, strung and relentless, had broken over her. It sras the same law I taking Jerry that had Imprisoned Dad- { dy Hopkins, that had carried away I Larry Bishop from his womnn. The took an old coat and hung it carefully over the glorious solemn face. She never wanted to look upon it again— ' Never-^Kaa|iP-t : ■ ; .' - <■ L 'Then, taking the ax, she went out and, as deliberately as she had hidden from view the picture, so did she hack from above the door the welcoming sign. • • • When It lay at her feet, battered and partly broken, she muttered over the words, “If your heart Is loving and kind come right in. If It ain’t scoot off”— She had learned her lesson' at last. Hearts were not loving and kind, after all. Then, with powerful strokes of the ax, she spilt the .slab In pieces. Unfathomable depths of hate and re venge had swallowed her soul! Polly Hopkins was done with love forever 1 »+»****>*++*+* 0000*»»»»»»»« 1 ^ KITCHEN CABINET ga«P brought her tw did lx* c r. but llttbr Ni •man. up with a sharp ■r* what they did Jerry. War Baby ’What you gnta' to do with him. T* aha bagged, wringing her hi ail aw that! 1 raa’t let *lai g« mi* ajoti do She rs tight at his ana, a Ad tbe j rr'n ha Aa o strong bruwa Sagers dog dray Into bis I fonts. | drab. "U*> k Into tbe paper tb •re at id yes’ll Her n I and as see wb •te Lm going to t a be hi lm. an* sbe sh rare red 1 MacKenzie “L< ri go of my Sbe arm! There ’* He vmn laffNiJ bUnorlf with e free Then, enraged ai *1 ml lb eyes g>«e. 1 da shut, g. be sbanted. “Get 1 asrt with tbe | veage. bid. so u teen, and start s to Khe a Pelly gtrvggm* Madly, and the Child hhrwhad and Cteng la Mia lieta* With AH the Puny Strength Me Had. »: a* meet from the hfvaat. “Old M ha* her pif> bed I Jerry la ly • had picked 4 aad kaggei F alax man w shrieked. 4 ■trained. *m g»*4a' te Enmr* h»aw > for her I keep Hi child la her hahy, high- mine. Glad te he gene, the eMciala stepped late the open, one eg them carrying the efitMng Jerry. Then Polly Hop kins stand upright In the mbMir of the ■hnnty. grief, reueferaatten. aad than aa etpfeaahsi of lasaaity p**etng over her fane. Robert Penival was near her. not daring to alter a word; her deep-set ag*<ar was too terrible for sympathy. All at a ha mad hep. Ttdly through a she started forward; • desperate effort to aad ■top »p." he pleaded. A* the raced the doorway, ha called: “Walt ■ net ant ha bar name no heed t< was opt beside her, softly. Imploringly. dm. bat flung up In i ^ ^ a* well all acnot * • » etu, ,, I OaeW I* la the acllloew that frit as her mice j her anna And then she laughed! broke, sack man aaa Impressed with ( Marcus MacKenzie a aa standing beside the martyrdom she was pawing • hts horse, and on beyond In the lane a Hubert had never Imagined j carriage was rolling sway, from which could go so white and stilt be came piteous scream* from Jerry. -P through, a person alhrs. With so ejaculation, hoarse sod defiant, he sprang to her side. “Pofly," he cried. "My God. don’t look that way! Listen to ipe!" “Can he take the baby?* fell monot onously from her blue Up*. “Thnt's Just what he can do. Miss Hopkins.” thrust In MacKenzie. “The law an.vs a child can’t stay in a place like thla. You’d have seen that If you’d taken the pnlns to read the pa per. Put some wraps on the child. Miss!” t’olly stood with Jerry gripped tight ly against her; and, frightened, the little boy began to cry. “I want ray Daddy Hopkins, Polly op,” he whimpered brokenly. Polly look?h so dreadful that for a moment MacKenzie was silent. Her .,eyes had an expression of such hate and deadly^ determination in their singular brown depths that for a mo ment he held his breath. “If yoti take him,” she spoke at last, —"why, d—n you, I’ll kill you!” At first MacKenzie eyed her con temptuously. What did such a girl’s threats mean to him? Then he laughed. And that laugh stung the sensitive girl more than if he had struck her. “You took our Daddy Hopkins,” she told him, drooping a little at the tell ing, “but Jerry— He’s my baby, an’ I keep him In the shanty till his papfiy comes home. You hear, the hull you, don’t you?” — Her eyes were roving from one to ‘ another,'but her voice lowered on each word, because In the steady gaze of Old Marc and his deputies she saw no relenting. “Pd rather he’d die." she screamed. “Pollyop." entreated Robert. But Polly had hounded from him to ward the man and the hone. “I hope.” she shrieked at MacKenzie, *T hope your hrnds'll wither off; Pm wljthln' all you love’ll die before your eyes, an' every day I’ll be askin’ Gran ny Hope's lovin’ God to d—n you till you drop rot tin’ In your graved Marcus had halted with his foot In the stirrup. He had heard every w’ord she had uttered; and drops of cold sweat gathered on his brow. Then, with an oath, he vaulted Into the sad dle, put the spurs to his horse and gal loped up the hill after the retreating carriage. Robert was leaning limply against the side of the shanty when Polly Hdpklus turned swiftly hack. He spoke to her; and she looked dazedly at him. Then she laughed again, directly Into his face; and the young man, almost as distraught as she, tried to take hold .of her. “You scoot, too,” she said to him; “get out, an’ stay out; an’—an’ tell your lily-livered cousin, I say, I hope If she ever has a baby ,lt won’t have no eyes, to see ’er with, nor no mouth to kiss ’er with^rJLbope— “Oh,'God!” groaned Robert. Before he could get back his wits, she had rushed past him Into the shack, slammed the door and barred It _ against him. r of For more than two hours Polly Hop kins lay face down on her cot. During that time her loving heart had broken and died within her. She had no longer an Incentive to live, no more a iJesIre to look forward to Daddy’s home-com ing. -s. When at length she crawled to the A4 —«h— *e- to Granny j fioor^gn gtgtn Of tear* lilff 31*1^ pearsd, leaving the once -glowing eyes JhiU and expressionless. There was no one left to lova save the billy goat, sad to him she gave no heed. la her aimless wandering shoot the chanty she paused before the r*> pn iff. ■« of -Thr Great esc Mother to the WoridL* Patty Md Mt core far her say raors stfher Hops In the grareysrd!—Get out of I say." The scene was even mote nerve- racking than MacKenzie had expected "Take him away from her. Bowsrs." he ordered, turning la one at the men The man spoken to stepped forward la ertdmi anertutacaass. but a shout b*» grab fisr CHAPTER XIV. “God-Almighty, Polly brat!” ex claimed Larry Bishop one evening, “what made you come out a night like this, huh?” The girl went to the steve and In silence extended her Imndsover Us top. “Whst's up, Pollyop?*' the man de manded again, curiously, dropping Into a chair. “You look something awful!” And so she did! The long-lashed eyes had gathered and held an Indefin able expression of hatred. Tha fair, lovely face knew tender sympathy no more. Sbe was no longer Polly of tbr Sun. For her that orb had become merely a ball la the sky, hot like the stove and bright Ilka the candle flame, ••nly m<>re so. Nor did the pale winter moon ever catch her dazzling smile*. The winking stars had forgotten weeks ■go that ones a squatter girl had stolen oat nightly te throw upward a klaa. begging them tn deliver It to tbs cruri- fled uoe there beyood them the good Jesus who sat aa the gotdew throne aad who had seat her the message by Granny Hope that “Love wees •treng- le say day." •ual her feet were la JareralBh^S aad as usaal she wore bis coat, iris vers cave rad with snow, she studied the dark-faced mas aok drops ot water from theta, advanced toward bias, choking Klaa. Mace Wee Jerry had er hears, spent la plsaniag re- bad cvMBpieteiy exhausted per ■ so tired that whea she reached Larry she crutifhed before him aa the floor aad turned a pale, be seeching face up to bias. "I’ve cosne. Larry Bishop," she be- gaa gravely, “to ask you to help me to even up k little with .(ltd Marc." The-equaiter's head went up. and s startled expression shot Into his fierce eyes. Then he sank lower In his chair, and the firs died oat at his counte nance. "Who can get even with that d—a brute?" he muttered after a while. "Squatters cant! Wed all go to Au burn If we muss up him or hts*n." A white young face shoved so close to his that Bishop drew bach. ■‘Who cares a d—n about Auburn?” Pollyop exclaimed roughly. “We won't go there till we've tore Old Marc’s heart, to pieces an' made It hurt like yours does, Larry, like mine does for Jsrry an* Daddy Hopkins. Wouldn't you be willin' to s|H.*nd a few years in Jail If you could make him bowl au* go almost mad like me au’ you have, Larry?" Bishop looked beyond her head Into a dark comer. It was In that spot he often Imagined he saw the wraith of his woman. UIs unsteady regard set tled ; and the. ghost woman rose mist ily, gazing at him with unearthly eyes. Then the pale, unsmiling phantom ex tended her arms and within them ap peared a frail Infant. "God!" burst from his Ups like a shot from a gun. Pollyop glanced backward over her shoulder. But the shudder that ran over him brought her haggard face back to his. “Ain’t your heart hurtin’ something awful for your .Betty womnn aiV your brat now, this very minute?” she queried abruptly, as If she, too, had seen the ghastly thing In the corner.. “God, yes !” he shivered, taking firm hold of his eh'n to hide the tremble of it.' She seized his arm viselike, the grip drawing a groan from the squatter. “An’ wouldn’t you Just love to see Old Marc twist an’ squirm like a stepped-on baby snake, huh?” came in one long, sobbing breath. Again the shifty look of the tortured man came to rest on the gloom beyond. >‘Td die for It, so I would, Pollyop,” he cried. “Out with what you got In your bean, Poll ; an’ I’ll listen, so help me God!” 'V Pollyop leaned heavily against him, panting. She was making an effort to tell him her plan. With a swift up ward motion of her hepd. she began to talk in broken tones; and as she pro ceeded, Larry Bishop raised stralghtcf in hit cnaif. " \ scream forcing her hands to, her mouth. Such awful sounds were un usual In the Silent City, where even honest mirth was no longer heard be cause the men and women scarcely dared breathe for fear an enemy from Ithaca would suddenly appear. “Glory be to God I” ejaculated the manT hoarsely, “that’s the how of It, brat! It’ll be a whack for my dead woman, an’—" “An’ a good whack for the Hopkins tribe, too,” cried Polly, scrambling up. “It’ll be a black Thanksgiving for Old Marc, huh, Larry?—I’m goln’ back home now.” She turned to the door, but halted with her hand on the latch. “Yau_4?romlsed I could do It, Larry,” she reminded him. "You'll tell Lye Braeger tfiat, too, won’t you?” Sinking limply Into his chair, Bishop wiped his wet lips. "Yep, lass," he assented with a groan. “You can turn the trick; I promise you that.” If Jeremiah Hopkins had seen his girl, his Polly of the Sun. when she went home that night, he would not have recognized her. Her face w-as crafty, pitiless, and os white as the snow under her feet. Then she waited stoically day after day, feeding the billy goat but absent- mindedly. asking do questions of I arty or Lye Brqeger how soon her (flea could be carried out She believed that they would leave no stone un turned to even up with Marcus Ma^- Keitzle. Karty one evening Larry Bishop burst Into the Hopkins but without the (••finality of ■ knock. lie looked years ohtrr than be had hut yesterday; and Pallyup gut up. lurking and Interlock ing her fingers. "Wetir* she naked from between chattering teeth. “It’s done, by God!" he hissed, si- stoat strangling behind ■ abating hand. | “It were most swfUL Polly. If I*d stuck s hog In the gtssard. the squeal in' cualdn't 's' been worsse." TW •( maker's tosiea. his ha If-beat fig- | are. his shifty glances, brought u gnmt from the gtri. “Aa* you've genin' sorry ey the min ute. Larry Bishop. I ran see that.* she ret anted, giving him a smart rap. ' “Stand up. Lurry mss Oure * A I sudden rush of smntLm thrust Into her | thr»«t such aa ache that fur several ! •eeonds she was aaslde to cunriudo. “tjurw." she repeated, after Hearing ■way the hoaktneas with a harking rough. “1 thought love wees the great est thing la the world. But It ain't, Larry Bishop, it ain't!" Bishop fidgeted with his cap. turning It around and around by Its brim. When be looked np. the burning glow had died from the depths of his eyes. “It’s a sickenin' thing to see a som an suffer that bad," ha muttered. “God, brat!—Nope! Don't say nothin* till I tell you what me aa* Lye did!" At the memory of It. the speaker wiped drops of sweat from his fare. “She bettered about lovin’ her ma,“ droned Bishop, “an’ i-e •»•« she hoi- YOUNG NOTHEI HOW STRONG Her Mother's Faith b Ljdh L Pinkham's Vegetable CompotuMl Led Her To Ivy It , Kenosha, Wisconsin.—“I cannot mt enough in praias of Lydia E. Pinkham's I'VugS'tabU Com pound. My mother had great faith in it Copyrtgnt. l»il. W«tfrs Nvwpaper Unton. "la Ilfs worth living? Tcs, so long As there is wrong to right— So long as faith with freedom reigns And loyal hope survtvss. And gracious charity remains To leaven lowly lives; And men are free to think and act. Yes—life Is worth living stlU.” • EVERYDAY "GOOD THINGS The keynote to success In cookery Is accurate measurement and accurate ^ utensils. ' A measuring cup may look all right but may vary from one to three tablespoonfuls. This Is often true of the glass ones as a heavy bottom deceives the eye. There Is no such thing . _ .. - ... . . _ . tZ 110(1 I 1110 they will feel aa I do as luck in cookery. Ac- about Fred. p. Hansen, 662 curate measuring and S ymmonda St, Kenosha, Wisconsin. careful following of a, A medicine that haa been in use nearly recipe will bring good .... . .. results. All measurement In most great aa she had taken so much of It and when 1 bad trouble after my baby was bora ahe gave it to me. It helped me so much more than anything else bad done that! advise all women with female trouble to give it a fair trial fifty years and that receives the praise ana commendation of mothers and cook books today are level and uniform, grandmothers is worth your considers- Heaping and rounding measures are She Turned to the Door but Halted With Her Hand on the Latch. lered in my hut for her man was some? thing scand’lous.” "Like your Betty died a-howlln’ fot you. I s’pose, Larry," came back the girl promptly. “An’ I been thinkln’ nil day how Granny Hope tucked your dead brat alongside bis mammy in the cofl^nr^—Kome awful thinkln'. Larry man!" - . The squatter’s sodden gnm t*a§ and swallowing hard, as If soux-t'ii.itg bad rarely uniform even with the same In dividual. Reliable Prune Cake.—Take "ne cup ful of boiled unsweetened prunes, one cupful of Sugar, one-balf cupful of shortening, three eggs, one-half tea-] spoonful of nutmeg, one-half teaspoon ful of cinnamon, one-half teaspeonful of dovea, one teaspoonful of vanilla, one teaspoonful of soda, two and one- half tahlespoonfuli of lemon )nlce and prune Juice, mixed, add two cupfuls of flour. Cream the shortening, add the sugar and then the eggs well beaten Beat thoroughly. Add the prunes fine ly chopped, the boos dissolved In .be fruit lulce and the remainder of the lngre«fli-nta. Bake In two Isysrs and use ■ mocha filling; or ooe of lemon la very good. Lemon Cake Pudding.—81ft five tablespnonfuls of flour, two eup*uls of sugar, and ooe-fourth of ■ ter pooa- 4 ful of nit. add twr cupfuls of sillk. the beaten |plks of four eggs, awe rsblesfmnafnl it butter sod the Julra of three lemons; mix and fold la the whites of the eggs bee leu stiff. IY»pr Into ■ buttered bsklag dish and bate in a slow oven for nearly aa hour •erve very mM. • Meek Chap fluey. — Cask a— bell capful of rice la botllag salted water aatll nearly draw. Strata, oue plat at tomatoes through a cotauder. rhof <um Spanish ftcihm very fine. Ills ooe ball pound at bamborg steak, two ouaees at suet, two tea spoonfuls of self, pep per tu taste aad a dash at csysuas. MU ■!! the tagradlouts and bake la • two-quart baking dish for ooe boar Serve bat. Oingerh read Nats- —Put a pound earfl at brows augur sad hooey aad tbe grated rtad at a Isaua la a I saucepan and si turner. Remove sad itfd ooe fourth pound of butter, ooe ounce of ginger, oae teuspouafol at a*ta. eat) two pounds of u*. Roll thin, rut In rounds and hake la a slow oven. ^ nay Us proved wtih Much ear- tatatp that Oed intend i se man is U«s to this world eMUeut wevUtog. hot M seems te me as lam svtdeat that Me Intends every aaa te he happy to his work It to wrtiiea. “to the sweat at Ihp Prow." hut It was sever written. "to the break lug at thy hesrl,**- thee shalt eat breed.—Jobs Rush to. HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS To tbe small town or country house wife who baa not easy access lo ■ market there Is s great satisfaction ' In tbe knowledge that Do tuuttei who comes alia is prepared for an emergency. This first aid In an emergency Is a sell stocked shelf ke|U filled with ; foods which may be used in a hurry call when husband brings home un expected company. With canned soups or home canned soups or broths one may make a good disli for the beginning of a .ueal, ilien : with a Jar of salad dressing some sort j of a salad Is usually easy Ur prepare. If one has time a berry pie makes a j fine dessert; or a shortcake, using | canned fruit, Is always a favorite. The ' i foods used will depend, of course, upon | the taste of the family, and If one Is to l>e prepared the canned food, what ever it is, should be replaced at the first opportunity. A few cans of fish, such as salmon and tuna, sardines and clams, if liked, some jars of sliced dried beef, end bacon, peanut butter, caus of corn and tomatoes, with a bottle of good salad dressing, which may be stretched by the addition of cream, a box or jar of cheese, are a few of the foods which will be most commonly used, not for getting several cans of good soup. A most delicious tomato sauce may. be made In a hurry from a can of tomato soup, using It with cold meat or ham burger steak, if at hand. When taking dishes to a .church sup per nr hall, mark them with mall bits qf adhesive taj>e with the nauie writ- ten in This will not wash off at all easily, and one may Identify one's If yon are suffering from troubles that sometimes follow child-birth bear in mind that Lydia EL Pinkham's Vega* table Compound is u woman’s medicine. It is especially adapted to correct such troubles. The letters we publish ought to con vince you; ask some of your women friends or neighbors — they know Its w'orth. You will, too. If you five it S fair trial • Justifiable. “I presume you are very particular ■boot observing tbe conventions of tbe game." remarked the Easterner ■■ he settled down for s sociable lit tle game of stud In Tombetnne. Arts. "We’re all ot that." replied tbs western dealer genially. “When say stranger get too far ahead we al ways shoot him on tbs spot "—Amer ican Lesion Weekly. Sure Relief FOR INMGCSni _ ELL-ANS "victims RESCUED^ causa of their IneidlouTanlcka, Heed the firs* wormnf they five that they need attention by tafcttf GOLD MEDAL Al AM GREEN MOUNTAIN ASTHMA COMPOUND quickly relieve* tbe distress- lag paroxysm*. TJssd for 65 years and result of long experience In treatment of throat and long diseases by Dr: J.H. Guild. FREE TRIAL BOX, Treatise on Asthma, tta causes, treatment, etc., sent upon request. »c. and 11.00 it druggists. J.H. GUILD CO., RUPERT, VT. ■..guve hre, safe remedy is ^ M ! sfi< To restore gray or faded aalr te ertf Ual ester, don't oae a dye—li> doosot otu—Oet a but weed q-Baa Hap Color Restorer—Safe as water — apply it aad watch reeelta At alt good draggles* 3e.erSJ) * NO DYE All good i r direct from I ; property w ith little difficulty. When biking a crust for a filled lj Murk in Ills ilnilplps rm lln* imfat iris [ pto. bake .tt on the bnrrmn OTThe pan. rORf) OWNER*’ TROl HLEs STOPPED TORSYER Use • veriest lag avrias* taatead tf frost top straps. SLSS per pair prepaid. Polly's voles trailed into silence; and Larry sent on* hasty look over her bead. The wraith smiled sadly at him and was gone. He ebook himself and struggled ta bis fsec Then a broad, sncfctd grin spread hts Ups apart anti be laughed aland. Pallysfi. sriR an tbr deuce he gave that be crus) words. * “We got 'er just after dork.’ tinned. wuefaBy. "She's been tn my aback ever sines.* (TO BE COVTUTUED • |fl4 wd tbs j pricking it lightly with a fork; • C*f| j krepa the crust from blistering To amke bis* binding take tbe i er from tbe sewing machine and i ft* material as M Is drawn thrasff (Ptndsr. this i -to* •ANY. son ru t.iVo SNA V . Sesriy ball Nh*r Caitod 9u :'HtAUt TvWwtifi. Wanted