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CHAPTER XIV—Continmd. —16— “Good 'nough for ’er!” gasped Polly, tensely, rolling her hands In her apron. “An’ she yelled so hard you could’ve heard her near to Ithaca, Poll,” moaned Larry. “Me an’ Lye gagged ’er.” “Holy *smut!" fell from Pollyop, as the plctifre his words had made-burned Itself across her mind. “Her man’s been gone all day to Cortland," continued the squatter in a monotone. “Lye found out Old Miss Robertson's been tryin’ to reach hold of him." “Hope she don’t 1" Interjected Polly. “Not till we get done with his woman. Are you goln’ to tote her over here?" The man nodded. “Don’t dare to till later, when the squatters Is In bed," he answered, slapping on his cap. “If—If you change your mind, Poll, come along over; an’ I’ll cut 'er loose an' let ’er to.’’ A harsh sound, something like a chuckle of malicious satisfaction, slipped through Polly's Ups and stopped the man at the door. “That ain’t no ways likely, Larry.’** she said huskily. “Bring *er here, an’ when I'm done with her. she’ll have to be took. 1 * She caught Bishop by the arm. whirling him around. ”Aa' Maim. Larry." she continued with cruel emphasis, "an all the time keep rememberta how Betty walled her lift late the grave, ao —an' that Old Mare done It" Overcome by the words al thrown at him ao deliberately, tang away, and the girt, quaking at what was about te happen, heard him along the shore toward bis It aeewMd to Potly H-phlna that •very minute was qa hour long, aad every ee«wnd filled wtlb tu inter* Ma I let y Would Ibo eoft hearted Larry awd surrender the prise she to get her Eager* aw? In t with ai meat., of Larry •fir from the shark Many time* she window blind end the world owl aide was wrapped la a white atlence She rwwtd no the pew bed r-m< of a i’a hut. for between her and the it Oty was a flowing curtain of the flakra falling Ilka few the re in open beg. Larry would keep hie word, she told herself over and over She was glad H was aurh a night 1 The better could the aqua tiers carry out their death pUn. I’naotlced by the girl, the wood burned to era hers In the stove, and the hut grew colder by degrees. In one of her hali hours of measuring the shanty s length, she halted, breathing on her fmat bitten fingers She drew about her shoulders the blanket which bad covered We* Jerry In Me hut darn Her mind brought bark to the baby away off In some unknown place, she cried weakly as she replenished the fire. Had the wicked ones of the earth made Jerry forget Daddy Hop kins who up In Adburn wnn Ignorant of his whereabouts? Many tlmea Polly had taken up her pencil to write him of the child, but it always dropped from her fingers before It reached the paper. Daddy could not do anything; and she would not add to his heavy burden. She was at the stove, her cold, stiff fingers spread over It, when the sound of footsteps outside sent her headlong to the door. Appallingly terrified, she dragged it open. Then, In deadening silence. Lye Hrncger and Larry Bishop carried a large bundle through the doorway and threw it dmyn on Polly’s bed. Heavy-lidded, the girl gazed upon It, her eyes widening in Joy, Joy at the thought of Old Marc's misery; Joy at the thought of getting even. The frightful emotion that Surged through her bore relation only by contrast to the delights of a few months hack, when her willing legs had trotted the country over to help e’ery one that needed her. It wasn’t the same Polly at all. This Polly lifted her foot and kicked the bundle none too lightly. “We had a h—1 of a time gettin' 'er here, Poll,” growled Lye Braeger. “Outside It's like If a million crazy devils ;vas howlin’ over the hllla. But we brought ’er Just the same! Now do what you like with >r, nrat!’* W’hlte teeth gleamed through the maniacal smile that parted the gtrl'a lips. At last! She had not lived through Interminable days for noth- loti "Scoot out, you!" the ordered, wav- ing her band at them, “an’ keep a watch about till I get done!" ^ Braeger made for the door as If •axiom to ha gam; tar Larry Blah op Wtd to the dpot where he stood. fa a woman. Polly Hopklm," he Me cyrn ten lag trim the rigid plri. Tf me la Old Marc’s wife. He's home too, so Lye sayal” "What do I care where the pup is?" she thrust In vehemently. " ’Course she's a woman 1 So be I; an’ ao were your dead Betsy." Then she stamped her foot tem pestuously. Get "out of here an* watch for Mac- Kenzle an’ his folks," ahe snapped. “It’s about time he were atormln’ the Silent City, I’m thlnkln’." Roughly she shoved the men out Into the blizzard and closed the door. Then she stodd with her back to It, deep sobs racking her body. Now as she had almost died, and Wee Jerry too, so would Marcus Mac- Kenzle. The vicious hope that she could see him writhe In hli grief took possession of her. Distraughtly she placed the bar across the door, making sure It was locked. Then, creeping <o the cot, she gazed down at the wet bundle. There, where ahe had helped Oscar Bennett over dark rough placet Into the light of Eternity, lay the dearest l^lrar of her bitterest enemy. Khe uttered an exclamation when she saw a lifting shudder go over the thing no the bed. A smile flitted srroes her face, and her bands came together convulsively. Slowly ahe knelt down and un wrapped the thick blanket: and Eve lyn MarKenale was staring out at her. dall eyed and terrtBed A dark rag filled her msntk; and Pally at bar. “1*0 yen know whet agnattera da to chirkene they swipe from yen rick father Mm “Keep settin’,” breathed Pollyop. "They’ll be stoppln’ here faat enough 1" Of a dbdden the door burst open, and Marcus MacKenzie, covered with snow, entered. With him were two of his neighbors and several squattera. Polly enjoyed a glimpse of Old Marc’s agonized face; then she grinned at him. “What’s the matter, mlsterr she asked, showing an expanse of even white teeth. "What do you mean by bustin’ into my house like this, slrr MacKenzie threw a glance from the girl to ^he squatter In the chair. “My’wife’s gone!" he cried in des peration. “I—I—" “So? Now Is sher broke In Polly, smiling wider. “You don’t say! Well, golly me 1 That’s too bad. Some other feller run off with ’er—mehbe And when she saw him trying to master his emotion, forcing back the heavy groans that interfered with hls efforts to answer, she laughed. Never before had she been reckless In hls presence. She knew this was one time Marcus MacKenzie did not want to fight. He needed the help of the squat ters to search the Storm country f6r bis wife—bis bride, the very apple of bta eye. He Ad not look at all like the flash ing eyed enemy of her people. All at one* be bed changed from a cynical, honda- rne man <«f the world to • plead ing. pule-faced husband Just then the Wind shook the ehacty vtefcmtly; aad over h* Mg frame after l eh Ood, I long." hi deal human no more. It's nil ao d—d terrible I'm gettUi' haunted. If you change your mind. Poll, an* not kill p—" A gurgling noise came from under the pilhiwa on the cot, and as If an unseen hand were pushing her for ward, Pollyop strode to the bed and Jerked away the small feather ticks. Evelyn's eyes sought out the squat ter man in mute pleading. Polly laughed; and gray with horror at her merciless attitude, Larry slunk to the door,' ' - - ')■» 4 "I guess this ain’t none of my busi ness," he mumbled, and opening it, he fled as If pursued by a vindictive spirit of the Storm country. Again with swift, long strides the girl went to the door and barred It. Then with utmost deliberation she lighted several other candles and set them in different parts of the hqt un til a flood of light was diffused through the room. A long deep sigh fell from her lips as she finished her task. She wanted to . see every wave of pain that shot (.across Evelyn MacKenzIe’s pallid face; and that was why she ap proached the cot antf stood looking down upon the twisted figure. All she had endured through the rich girl’s perfidy swept over her like a tidal wave. Qut of the dark dream bmm mm J , - Copf for , Thl» Department Supplied kj the American Legion New* 1 Service.) HOPE WARS ARE AT AN END COULD HARDLY ' STAND AT TIMES Hips, Back and Legs Would Have That Tired Ache Everett, Washington.—“ For several 11 have had trouble with the lowest m 1 1_ I muavuuau WAUUk/tk? w SWA1 vuv •WVVW'WW pMWU would ache with that Statuette of Archangel Michael, Pre sented by General Diaz to the Legjon Commander. Wars are at an end when the Arch angel Michael sheathes hls sword. This la the hope expressed In the silver statuette presented by Gen. Armando Diaz, the hero of Italy, to Commander Hanford MacNider of the American Legion, and now preserved In the na tional trophy room of the Legion. tk •• ha give—IT] give mor* msaey than say at yea aver saw—" Tie •ad tknsat sat d Pally a ew-ked iaagh. aa mere US# the riptrfe vhtr* Daddy He^klae had le hear fhaa the hark at a wetf la like ike lark * Tear* roam late Beetya a eyes aad Ever ■Cv { a rift la a I amna dead. Ike old Belly leaped ep la take heed eg Mother's kart. This feel- log she mmked down. bat ahe put the at oa the floor aad aqaatted braids the •he doaa this before a oa the deor. Hhe threw the blanket* ever Evelyn nad eeat awtftly forward aad lifted the bar p Larry Btabop throat the upper half uf bla body into the roots. “Old Marc an’ bla gang are la the Mllent City lookin’ for hls woman," hr whispered hoarsely. “Where a Lye?” cam* la a bias from the squatter girl. ■^ff up the road watching." returned Blajtop. “What’d you do to ’rr. brat?" “Come In.” said Polly. In an under tone, granplng the end of hla scarf and pulling him through the doorway. “This," Was All flh* Bald, Tapping the Handle “an* \f MacKenzie comet here, yappin* for hla woman, laugh at him—laugh, an* laugh tUl ypur aides apllt, Larry." She dosed the door, pushed' Bishop | Into a chair, aad then deliberately crawled into bed hkalde Evelyn. Upon the Inert figure of the bound girl ahe piled twe pillows. aad Larry waited, acarraly him directly like the bowls at hyaaaa than tlte laagh at a bumaa beta*, aad puny Hup*las Jrtaod la agata taw taeety fare look aid. “Thto la a queer place te retae Nr your wadiaa." ahe taunted MecKaaale "Te a squatter a shark, huh? I didn't eat CTtr. tenet at all. jaara." kruale leek a step leward lew la aagerly. “But I want help— the aid at every sue at you. M—ey.~ do you hear? Money. I Pally that ahe had keea katdlag la her eye fee away days "M<mry mat b< ter." ahe at Tkaakagtvia’ day. Mebbe you'll mlaa 'er If ahe sla t borne with you. Scoot out at here. Don’t be 1 aggie'. Old Marc, or ahe might frees* te death It'a a bud night." ft splice ef W Ptetee. The statee la a replies la mlaiatsra at (Be great bowse stele* eg I MlrhsH that rrueae the Nrtreue at flea Aapete la Beam flaa Aageta la alee ha-wa ae Hadrian a Twah kevtag fceaa built la the Ndrwud rat ary A D by (be limp* rue Hedrtaa tar Ms (■flee rua«*rt*d let* a TWvi»* kuMred years ape Page Ur*gory dreamed he saw Ike Ar»keagvt a howl te sheath hie award. afterward a great |aatU»ure Thq statue was met w * the eveat ^ i W '! tired ache. I could hardly stand on my feet at times. 1 was • always able to do my work although I did not feel good. I saw Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- 1 pound advertised and having heard several «m*^J£3BElpraiee it I decided to try ft I feel first-rate at the present time. It has done wonders for me and I keep it in the house right along. I always recommend it to others who are sick and ailing.”—Mrs. J. II. SlBBKRT, 4032 High St, Everett, Washington. To do any kind of work, or to play for that matter, is next to impossible if you •re suffering from some form of female trouble. It may cause your back or your legs to ache, it* may make you nervous and irritable. You may be able to keep up and around, but you do not feel good. Lydia E. Pink ham’a Vegetable Com pound is a medicine for women. It is especially adapted to relieve the cause of the trouble and then these annoying pains, aches and ‘‘no good'* feelings disappear. T . It has done this for many, many wo men: why not give it a fair trial—bow. NATURALLY OBJECT OF ENVY . PUNS RELIEF OF AFFLICTED railed the ttviag baadle • •ad gripped la late a After All, What Is Powur and Wealth Compared With Quality That Vincent Possessed ? Vincent wanted fame more than any thing Ha* when be was a young man. and he bent all hla vnergiea to at taining It: but though It came to many of bla frtmda It puaoed him by. Ijaiar. bo thought that, after alL h* would rather bate money, tar Bum*) canid buy almunt anything, hut every ventgfw that promtaod enreeua turned out to he a failure He be came * narwhal bitter. Nr money Moaned to wane of Itself to of bee*. It* had many friend* who held cote pacuthm*. tItl*u, and In some mean utmost tho country. In their poner Ho looked an II In envy. Nr tbough ho tn*d with every power within him. ho Mnid md moke at hem frdtum. and hla frmnd* aueumd to g* H snaily and hninrelly Ho bated wonvsn. Bui I boy Nilnveod him around l.« #eywh#m bo went mtno uodtan wuo aero to dag hfte hoot Steps. And nH tk* other umw. who w-m Other thing* la kfo. k«*4#d an HI envy at the ram with nkirk be w«n them.— hathdvtn* Negtey In true to every mb from Mar It was Immediately of the bitter laugh- TU* last scat word, brought a Krtuie's throat, followed by mor ter. So rbanged was Polly of the Silent City that the gaping squattera who did not know wbut was going to happen wondered at her. They knew her no longer •§ Polly, the love-lasa, or as Polly qf the Sun. A low rumble sounded In the girl's throut. She coughed, then flung out: “I asld, ‘It's a bad night !* Scoot out, mister, an’ look for your d—n illy-. Uvered woman somewheres el«e.” Uttering uu oath, MacKenzie fled, followed by hls companions, leaving Larry Bishop staring at the pale squat ter girl. CHAPTER XV. k There was gloomy silence In the shanty until the horses’* hoofs could he heard no longer In the snow out side. Larry Bishop crouched low in Jeremiah’s rocking chair, pulling In nervous tension at hls fingers until the Joints cracked. He shot Polly Hoplklns a furtive glarfce but dropped hls thick lids before the unearthly ex- presslon In the girl’s eyes. She had lost the/look of heavenly compassion that had given cheer to the squatters. As his mind went back to the spring days when she had so often smiled comfort into hls own aching heart, he heaved a deep sigh. The sound of his breath, catching in hls throat, brought Polly Scrambling from the cot. Unmindful of the morose squatter, she began pacing the floor, holding icy fingers to her aching templea. “Best take the pillows ofiTn her. Poll," muttered Bishop. “She’ll smoth er If you doa%" The girt paused and throw him a glance over her shoulder. “Get out of hero, you Larry," she bade him In Berra emphasis. “She’d better smother than get what's eomlfl' to 'er. You as’ Lye hang around a while dll I rail you. When pm daae with ar. you'll kata to *ak her la the Iqba." As wickedly deliberate as bee every John H Walker Nw eight years of ii art bed been, ae dig she lift the as from the floor. “Like a cktrhea." she taonteg. ami! - Ng dews late Evelyn's haggard fare. Evelyn struggled, aad * a matted ••aad came from tack of the gag in her BN>otk. While Polly contemplated her. aa te know ao often within her and tugged at hev heart hnfll the hurt made her Hatck at her side. She dropped down and ran her fingers antler the heavy cord with which the girl was bound. * “Rope's hurlin' you. huh?" she queried. An afflnnatlre bob of her head was the only answer Mrs. MacKenzie could give. “Pll unBo 'em a bit." said Polly sulkily. “Loosenin’ up a few strings don’t say you won’t get what's cornin’ to yi»u.’’ With her strong, white teeth and deft fingers she untied the heavy knots that pinioned the slender arms. “Did the squatters glv^ you any thing to eat?" she asked, rocking back on her heels. “If you was In Larry's hut so long with that.thing In your mouth, then I bet you’re hungry!’’ It was scarcely perceptible, the negative shake that followed this question. “H you’ve got to die you might as well go on a full belly," ended Polly, getting up. ■ She took a piece of hard bread and poured some hot water on It. Watch ing Evelyn frownlngly, she beat them togethex with a tin spoon. Of course, the stuff was. tasteless without sugar! Polly knew It very well, because that Nr (to Hltaoia a in i# ftaa at La- was what she had for supper every I 4 ,o , U Dar,c y | - Gq right hack and tell your boss, night. She turned away from the cup In her hand and went to a small cup board over which hung g flimsy cur tain. Back behind a few old dishes she had hidden a little sugar one of the squatter women had given her. She had kept It against Daddy Hop kins’ home-coming and for Jerry, too— perhaps. With woeful. In-caught sobs, she poured half of it Into tha cup. Then she crossed to Evelyn and picked up the ax. . * "I’m goln’ to take this rag out oL your mouth," she said, “an’ mind you don’t squeal, or I'll and you double quick to your first man. Now boll *(111! This’ll hurt a bit’" (TO BE CONTINUEDJ ran f • m • a t twera labor and tba Americas Legion far tba rvllaf at tha slch and wounded at tha W arid war and their depewdeota. Commander Mac- Nlder at the Lo- (km has respond ed to this heartily and tha matter la under consideration. Walker started work In the Illinois mines before he was ten years old and at eleven was a member of the Knights of Labor. At some time or other he haa served In practically every subordinate office In the min ers' organizations of Illinois. Tha Two smalt boy* stead at fifth aem wan aad Pert > ~**«"*wd street yi gay aftarmn when a parade ef dtee* a *• Hgbted “Whai'a the big data'sT* asked saw hid “They're gtvta* a parade far Jeff rie*." re piled the other "Aw. that gay aam't fight ae abare.*" •aid the trot Aad la a few mlantea along raase Marshal Joffre —Pittsburgh Ptspatrh. fltaal Helmet Inventor Dead. The man who saved numberless Uvea through his Introduction of the steel helmet in the World war died recently In Paris. He was Doctor Monprofit, g member of the chamber of deputies of France and a veteran of the French ambulance corps. Had the war con tinued It Is very possible tbat the struggling armies would have gone out In steel body arroor as well as hel mets, for the plans of Doctor Mon profit for the use of breastplates of steel had been practically perfected at the time of the armistice. Doctor Mon profit conceived the idea of the “tin hat” while campaigning in the Bal kans In 1914. ' roared a squire In a New England towty “that he’s a blinked fool, and that he’s to come here right away and fix up that carpentering Job and fix It right” The apprentice vanished, and a few minutes later the boss carpenter ap peared, aching for a fight. “Do I understand, 1 ’ he bellowed, “that you told my apprentice that I was a blinked fool?" “Why,, yea,"* replied the squirt, beaming. “Didn't you want him to know It?"—American Legion Weekly. Corroapondanea Courses. 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