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Storm Country Polly
by Grace Miller White
Copyright by Little, Brown & Co.
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CHAPTER XVI—Continued.
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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*."
He spoke moodily, cvuiwioun that ho
had treated his wife harshly, yet un
willing tu admit It
Mrs. Bofcertwm. lunched . olth the
same feeling, eat up. wiping her face
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kfarKragto h*WMo. tho feordoe her hraev
twvaadrd. with drvad at tbo taws before
her.
la tho mmol I two Ms-v-sa Morlkoavilr
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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,
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•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
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nw
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bot he ci mi
Id n<4 >da It. Ail
hid
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thoaefet* of
her wore marred hy
an-
l a nll>#|>
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other «|*b<e
that fedwerod hi* a<
rry
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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
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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’
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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.)
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