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But be sure to say you want "one of those full- frtaird raisin loaves.” Sun-Maid Seeded R& isins Msbt 4«lic!««s fcr**4. «sc «# I Storm Country Polly by Grace Miller White Copyright by Little, Brown & Co. =F CHAPTER XVI—Continued. —1^- She stooped and smoothed back the hair from Evelyn’s wet brow. “Now, while I’m gone you Jijst lay quiet-llke, askin’ Jesus every minute that your man’ll be hikin’ here faster’n a crow can fly.” Evelyn raised her head. “Kiss me, Polly dear,’.’ she begged, with streaming eyes. \ ( “All right!” murmured the squat-v ter girl. “Klsses’re mighty comfortin’, ain’t they?” She stooped and laid her lips on Evelyn’s and, turning swiftly, left the room. Evelyn heard her snuffing the candles outside and then heard the latch click as Pollyop closed the door behind her. . Bounding out Into the snow. Pollyop raced through the road toward Blsh- op’a hutj for she had decided to speak to him before going on. She lifted the latch and peeped In. I>arry sat hy the atove, puffing hli pipe. He gave * ‘ glance then dropped hla he ully. “Where’s Lye, Polly asked In a biasing wh “Gone home,' a a grant. “He's tick to hi K, an' ao be I. I’m moot fn With her haa door which ah the storm, the | Indectsloa Sh< Hemhe,** 11 AC* l-w N rv,—. CMC. Stolid that had la*« h«ar lake the aHf Of ktwa k as If <^4s per. about Pul I the I hud Hay. atrh of the ted against In shivering littvety the Inside the n! to threw tell him all during the Larry would mu «a him- folly Hop- •rry t wife had to be tormented like that!" That he had started the rumpus and done his full h,alf of the quarreling never occurred to him. He was de termined to find some one tp blame for his wife's disappearance. '•“Well, there’s one thing certain," he ejaculated, after measuring the room several times with long strides. “I can’t stay here, but good God! I don’t know where to go.” A deep groan fell from his lips, and he began with heavy tread to walk up and down again. “Can’t you think of any place she might have gone?” he begged. “You know all her friends. Where would she go if she had determined to leave home?" “Leave home?” gasped Mrs. Rob ertson, her Jaw dropping. “Yes!” faltered Marcus. “I don't know whether she told you or not, but we had some words before I start ed for Cortland.” “Of course she didn’t tell me," came from behind the lady’s handkerchief. “She never tella me anything, hut I heard It. You were V)uarrellng ovef the squatters, and In Eve's condition. I think you might spare her a little. —She’s not strong! So much wrang ling makes her sick!—I wish Bob were home. Oh. dear, I can’t stand It" “It's Bob that's made all this trou ble." snarled Marcus. “He's spent several months trying to circumvent me about the squatters, and Eve and I would have had no quarrels at all If ho had attended to his own af fair*." 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Better Still. ^ Turner—“Theory raises a nmn's hopes.” Brookes—“But practice raises his wages."—London Answers. abort had haw had n* e» him wart of fho ' 1 *v<« t want night Inert M fwawbiiwg with l y«*w. drwrw uv-w Iowipod trtd a pewawtav Iner "Trfk" rwpfWd IRM^RI (t** i«» |M i t‘-4iy*^b "Twa'B g*t warm. a f*l| Mr# )nmm i t#Mn — Iwrtihw ha* aawdte* yarn Mi aty aiaurty Thra aha* wrwt wwlfttv wgN. atwanawexg tho dmrt aad wao saay liho * a tutor feted, feofwgw tho sgaottrr r»wi*d gum tfem fere ftwtftiy afer ran wsk fere feofr afaarnt •n ra**t ferrwasw. t** sov r h*W frtamit* •bo aawa* fam tho haughty 3fa* Krw I go Blganadf. It hgMf tw*« w hoe •vorliy that had |>evwwf<tr.| i hrtr aH. awd ia**wr. (■owtdrw saslag Kvrtjvi. who aaamt ahtrtd thosa Thu. aoaerr sbo rwawr to tho kfarKragto h*WMo. tho feordoe her hraev twvaadrd. with drvad at tbo taws before her. la tho mmol I two Ms-v-sa Morlkoavilr •ad hi* wife’s tardferr w rTr tngyethor, tho ta<ly Mrrti'h*<1 oat wa tho diva*, and hi*eras paring the ll«-*r Maro hlarKmmlo had loft thr ll'qdilia* shsch. hr had ri'tdm auidly •*vor thr hill*, nnrtng every lean avallatde to help him And hts wife. Becretly he had wept tears such as a ever had po-*iod fr««m his eyes before L. all his super- rillmis day* Having set In motion what aid he could summon from town and coun try, he had come hack home to the hysterical mother. He had no com forting assurances to give her. or any to allay the burning grief within him self. Evelyn had disappeared a* the ground had ojiened and swwllowed her up. He paused In front op Mrs. Robertson, his dark, handsome face working painfully. "You’re very sure she was feeling well just before she went out?" he Inquired. "She didn’t act as if she had anything to worry over?" Mrs. Robertson used her Ijnndker. chief before she answered. “I can’t think of anything** she hes itated, “unless it was about Boh. Late ly he’s been so different. I asked Eve one day ” She broke off and dis solved In tears. , “Yes, you asked her one day— what?” MacKewde urg^d. ' ,^< r r . "It was about Bob,” continued the weeping lady. “Eve thought hd' was suffering over—over ” "Well!” snapped Marcus. Would the woman never cease her everlasting crying and give him a clue if she had one? “Well!” he goaded her on more furi ously. \ “Polly Hopkins!” she sobbed. “Eve said your continual pounding at the squatters had about broken the boy’s spirit.” “Rubbish!” exclaimed MncKPnzIe. “EvC'-wouldn't waste' her time worry- fng x>ver cat*. Bob's a fool, I’ve discovered !—Where 1* he?” “I d«*n*t know,” antwered Mr*. Rob- >rtp>o. “He goe* away for days at • time without saving a word to Eve was losing nls mind. Polly thought hy |the blank expression of his face that his •wits had gone completely. Ignoring ..the woman \Chom she de tested, she went rapidly to MtfcKen- zie’s side. “I had her roped up in the bed when you was there tonight, mister,” she told him, the words tumbling over each other in the haste of confession. “I were goin’ to chop her head off to get even with you. But—but—my dead Granny Hope, an’ the Biggest Mam my in All the World wouldn’t let me.” It seemed^ an eternity to the quak ing young speaker before Marcus threw up his head and took a long breath. “She—she’s alive?” he demanded hoarsely. “You’re very sure she Isn’t dead? .Girl,” he bounded up and grasped Pollyop'* arm, “if you He to me—’’ “I ain’t lyin’ to you, mister,” Inter rupted Polly dully. “You don’t need to- be scared for Mlsa Eve, but now you'd beat come along to my hut an' get her. She'a mournin’ for you In Granny Hope's coop-hole, covered up with blankets.” Something like a huge flat atruck MacKenzie. Tba conviction that the squatter girl's words were true lifted him Immediately from the bottom depths of hopelensneaa. The sudden Inrush of joyous relief brought with It • mental Illumination, and be saw blmeeif as other* had seen him. The terrible, blighting uncertainty he had borne for • few maddening hoar* the girl before him had known for want ha If she were to blame tor hi* •uRv-rtng. what wna the menaurt at hla own re*p»—tNIHy f lie turned swiftly l* hi* mother-In- law and said hoahlly: # Tall same one ta get this child •eme dry rl*fhe*. Tahe aaythtag at Eve • y»u esa ttnd that will keep her vqsrm. and foe t)«d*a aahe. tahe thorn boots ntf ferr feel f“ He epraag through hi* tcvnd. Bt» thoo|ht* Beer re the squatter * h*t wb^ hla frail youag wife awaited him. “Come along quickly," be said, go ing directly to Polly. How changed he seemed, how gen tle he wa* a* he Jlook hold of her arm and led her away; and no preoccupied was she with this thought that tho beauty of the clothes which she wore made no' Impression upon her. She wondered dully wlien MacKenzie lifted her bodily into the sleigh and the coachman chirruped to the horses. Just what he Intended to do with her to morrow. v . She .looked hack upon the time the authorities had sent Meg Williams to a reform school and also recalled the girl’s home-coming after her term had been served. Now that she, herself, was In danger of the like treatment, Pollyop searched her mind for the de tails that Meg had given of the hop* rible place. As the horses trotted along the bou levard, Pollyop’s chin sank into the warm fur about her neck, and until they turned into the narrow lane from the road, no one spoke a word. “Go straight to the lake. Hank.” ordered Mackenzie, and at the sound of his deep voice, Pollyop felt another shock of surprise. She had heard It so often in strident abuse! Now It was actually pleasant to listen to! Down 'the hill through the furry flakes of snow the strong horses picked their way. Once the cutter nearly turned on Its side but righted Itself. The Hopkins hut was dark when they drove up before It. Marcus Jumped Into the snow, picked Polly out of thb cutter as If she had been a kitten, and waded through the drift to the nar row path leading Into the house. He put the girl down before thn door, and turning, called to the conch- man : “I Hi re the team down the road, Hnnk, oat of the wind! Pll call yo« w hen I want yon!" It was Pollyop'a trembling hand that unlatched the ahanty door. It wa* •he who atruck • match and touched It to tbo candle. Then ahe pointed to Granny llope’e r«».*m “Jibe’* In there. ml«ter," *ho aald, trembling like an aspen leaf. Then bee*a*e she wa* about to faco > •• oatrnged Wife in the preeenc* at l • powerful hnab*ltd. the ant <1-**a, 1 shaking with fear fretn bend to foot, CHABTKR XVII I I the t. *m In the i vwWxi i emir»d cnrrlaM met a ttnte hoy ¥#ti| ||l# I « the #»#Eitl# Met# prngve«a aloog tho •red at the do*e. he gfyfffd—l iMMlitdFlHfki Ab-ot toe mtirO chair, aad Mr*. lu^ IyNkb • 4 feot-te cotter. wtfB Ily eat j «fedgh ferli. rtagha ig. -htahed hr tfeeto. m *f the l tii# inti# t he ha^h of It gt-om Marcos M*< K ##llr Ith# lik# # f ad aye aatll a *fearp hi* head* Th* p tmrm 1 C#f¥# 1# tto 1 d*4ted H fVuOi sight. • »f the Boa. frwpt IkmIj r $ b# "*1*. It *tt* a bad bed Ida* | l l#HHM tit**! the i idee mm a. «ho *11 right * she ##M | fc#4flt Vkr Iretf rry! She tefe t hi# * | The* WrWt awl hit f**t. Daddf UttU kW • rtan la* Hi ' ll-qAie-.” aturmor ed thr rhifei “iNda'I the heeled lifer ^ tiHi # iteriifi j h me Bat I m * m Y+p #»«•!«"* #•¥ the retdf “TtteighB ■ alh art thta a « V Bern btrftar^n aar-efe* ' • • I - ” *• # 1 v | r»!lj i* wet rated tho v titrated *?fHf Very , III* tb*•Offer* itp#*! tw# I El### |»fe|dl|: # llll 1 1 9r# #NrT # Iw# t at- at* haim| 1 <1 B#lM |MI¥# # it Tk#fikIn# tli# •\t da*. IL •ir me. And'l$r looks perfectly dread-- A.'lty„ low hoed ami comforted. .fM. I Hunk Eialyn'a grieved over him."' - j ■* ' “Why didn't yna tell me •• before? 1 " cried (ho man. larplpg tm her ewtftiy • K—% tl'n a •a nw * *Mmrthi»g at-at It whH* bot he ci mi Id n<4 >da It. Ail hid _ •> w^ «i towered thoaefet* of her wore marred hy an- l a nll>#|> %fe ir blared. other «|*b<e that fedwerod hi* a< rry -H#W. • If." *he Ucan. mm law that OMUitmt. N a%ar Mnre fee had f* Utxd 34ih K#f)Xl# had t<* rai*e his haa*l to <bM-ar 1101111* dt dying Hi I'.dly s bod had IMNIE. **#ll thr ■quattor* hate you, bat li# kfHVYEfl | l«-;i<t-ful Instant. tH4B# of tn wa* wicked like me. 1 Whan the v able If aatwe to the cam 1 f|t< L that y«a co j! !s‘t be hurt tier wltare Mackaniia • magnlfh otrt “Why Didn’t You Tell Me Bo Beforer Cned tbo Man, Turning an Her Swiftly. and brushing hack her hair. She. tim, rememttrred now all the hitter words she had flung at her daughter. •'Minus,” she Mid. ’>"lf—we—get Eve hack again—“ “If we get her!" he Interjected, hts face going mow-wtilte. “Of course, we'll get her. Why say such ridiculous things?” He turned away to hide the emotion her tremulous question had filled him with. “It will lie my death if we don’t,”- he ended. Mrs. Robertson raised on her el bow, “But Marcus,” • . she exclaimed, “there's been something .on my mind ever since—since— Oh, you don’t think the squatters have her, do you?” .‘‘I doK t know,” moaned Marcus, and he sat down quickly as jf his legs would no longer bear the weight ^of his .body* ... And they were sitting thus, each busy with his own unspeakable unhap piness, when’Jthe servant entered. “There’s n\ girl here, sir,” she be gan, and Mafyus sprang up. J*Bring her in,” he cried. “Bring her in instantly!" The maid hesitated. “She’s queer looking, sir,” she said timidly; “and she’s wet through. She’s one of them squatters.” “Bring her In, I said,” ordered Mar cus oqce more, and the girl went out, closing the dour softly. Poityrtp crept Into the warm room, her teeth chattering, her legs un steady. Her flrst glance fell upon Mrs, Roberfeoh who, when she saw her.^ihnde a husky throat sound. Then the brown, fearful eyes traveled to. the fMl'inan, no longer an enemy to he hatHt merely a wounded human crea ture/ jike bar dear ones In the Silent “I roc >our woman In mjr ■hack.’ Mld'ratyou, straight to him, swallow- lag -God hr thanked." screamed Mr*. no way only through your woman, an' —an’-*I was goln’ to cat her head off with the ax an’ then sling ‘er In the iktre. I s'po^* I'm goln* to get sent op for year*, but I Just had to come and tell yon." Before MacKenzie, aghast at the danpT blit dear one had faced, could answer, Mrs. Robertson entered, fol lowed by Evelyn's maid. “I’ll get my coat." exclaimed Mar cus, Jumping up. “Dress the girl warm and send along Evelyn’s fur motor coat." . A furtive smile curled the maid's lips us she helped pull off Jeremiah's heavy coat, and then grew broader us Pollyop slipped out of Daddy’s great hoots. Yet the woman admitted to herself as she dried the wet feet and attired the squatter girl in her mistress’ beautiful clothes thar' she was pretty, even prettier than Mrs. MacKenzie. When the robing process was fin- ishejd, Mrs. Robertson glanced over the little figure and grudgingly acknowl edged to herself that there was some thing of elegance in the girl’s bearing, even if she were a squatter. “Come here!” she said. A haughty gesture indicated the spot. “Right here before me.” ' , Polly’s shaking legs carried her within a few Inches of the august presence. . - “You’re very sure, girl,” asked Mrs. Robertson, “that my daughter’s safe in your shack? How did she come there?” Polly remembered Larry Bishop and Lye Braeger. She had been instru mental in bringing them within the prison shadows, and if any one suffered from the deed done that night, it must* not be her friends. She alone must take the blame! “I wheedled ’er there, ma’am.” she replied humbly. Tm goln’ to’tell her jjmu aU about IL" Marcus entered and starred hnck a* lie caught sight of Polly, How beautl- fat die was. bedecked In hi* wife’s clothe*’ Then ft came t« him that la -her rags she had fend a dis tinctive lovetto*** Both Hub aad Eve- l fir’ 0 turnout bad swung Into the lai«e lewd* lag to the row of squatter shachs at the lakeshle, Hobart iVrrlval aipcoed the carriage door and thrust hts head oat. “Thia Is where we turn.” be shouted to the driver. “Go slow! The drifts are deep all th<* ^ay down.” When he settled again Into Liz seat, he n-murki-d: “It’s a bad night, llopklnc. Per haps It would have liecn better to buva waited until morning, after all.” The other man bent over the boy’* head and laid his face against It. “ "Twould had to be something more’n a snowstorm -to keep- me in Ithaea all nighj,” he returned. “Where my pretty brat is. I want to be.” “Of course, of course,” sighed Rob ert. But lie did not utter aloud the thought which flung to his 'lips that he was tortured by the same wish, too, What he did say was: “Your daughter will be asleep, I’va no doubt." “Mebbe,” Hopkins answered. “But Pollyop’ll be glad to hop out of bed for her daddy an’ Jerry bgby!” Then he coughed as If trying to add something else. “I befen wantin’ to tell you all day, Mr. Pereival,” he - said awkwardly, “how grateful I be to you. It’s klnda hard to say it in words.” “There’s no need, I assure you,” re turned. Robert. “The only thing I re- gre„t is thnfyou should have been com pelled to stay in prison so long.” “BuB we’re home now!” was the hap py answer. “An’ I’m thankin' you for me an’ my brats too." '''■ “Pollyop,” squealed the child, wrig gling. “Daddy, Wee Jerry wants Pol- iop." “Hush. Jerry.” soothed his father. “We’re acptpla’ nc.ir home now.— There : Here v, .• h.- As they descended from the carriage, the hahy hYd his face jfi Tils big full er’s shoulder (TO BR OOKTf3H!XD.) Ct