{Gre me Stone, “A ANGEL" SYN NOPSIS.- cupy dated shack the Silent squatter settlement near ith New York, Polly Hopkins with her father, small Jerry, an old woman, Granny Hope an adjacent farm, Oscar Bennett, prosperous farmer, {8 a neighbor He is secretly married to Evelyn Robertson, supposedly wealthy girl of the neighborhood. Polly alone knows their secret. Marcus Mac- Kenzie, who owns the ground the squatters occupy, is their deter- mined enemy. Polly overhears a conversation between MacKenzie and a stranger, in which the for mer avows his intention of driv- ing the squatters from his land The stranger sympathizes with the squatters, and earns Polly's grati- tude. Evelyn Robertson discovers from her mother that they are not rich, as she supposed, but practi- cally living on the bounty of Rob- ert Percival, E yn's cousin, Pol- ly learns from Evelyn that the sympathetic stranger {8 Robert Percival Evelyn charges Polly with a message to Bennett telling him she can give him no more money, and urging him to be pa- tient She already bitterly regrets her infatuation w and marriage to the ignorant farmer IV—Continued. wines itated CHAPTER Polly hes and cleared h “A little milk for suggested, extending her can. Bennett snatched it from her hand “Good God. you squatters're noth but cause he 1 was eager to he filled il full took it back. “I'm gurgled, for Granny He made hand. “Up in that box,’ tell what you came for say? “Your began “Tell it, and be all it,” ordered the Yarmer, omen, coughed Terr vy, please.” she he grumbled, but get her messs the pal Smilingly Oscar.” fresh thankin® you, “an’ now mebbe a Hope?” an angry motion with * he snapped. What'd Es woman sent word by me.” she don't door, ready to fly if ward toward the Oscar showed any signs of wrath “She you wasn't to write any mow letters” she replied, awful She trembled all when she told “What did she Bennett demand }y. Through the dim light of tern. Polly looked at him “She just can’t another she returned, “an’ bad about it" Although he task, Bennett jumped up stool, took him very to the nervous young speaker. can't, eh? means si will, or I'll come thing. You go got rich folks, and I didn't marry to keep quiet all my life. Tell either she comes home here to me, or she pays up. If she pays——" he paused, then laughed. “Oh, you need n't look as If 1 one, Pollyop.” was sayin’, rid of her, Hopkins.” His volce was harsh, ners rough. Polly threshold, “The time's here” Oscar went “when both you women will be leap- fng to my gad. There! say to my lady just again he hroke off, “leaving out the part about you. Pollyop?”’ Dumb with dread, Polly sag weakly against the door casing. wonder Evelyn Robertson didn't want to live with such a man! “And you unus sald her “She's scared over bout ort sit got cent she's feelin’ terrible had not and one step cried By with and tell “She he we won't, 1 guess, God, she ont the her her he went on, then—me for you, retreated to only to continue, See, old shack,” he proceeded, talk to her. come around after any more milk, Tl throw you out of the harn” Glad to be gone, Polly passed out to the lane, In gr little ravine at her left a nolsy stream rumbled down the hill. With wistful eyes she watched It “I want to something moving about In a small pool of water In a rock basin, Care- fully she put the milk and eggs on a bit of smooth turf. Down the bank she slipped, and there in the falling gloom, struggling in the water, was a baby lamb, Pollyop tucked her skirts up about her waist and waded into the water, Several times she fell, and, dripping wet, scrambled up again, When she pulled the lamb to the bank, she dropped to the ground, gasping for breath, “Poor little duffer.” she murmured. “You was ‘most gone, wasn't you? Come on. home with Pollyop an’ get loved up a bit!” In the road she picked up the pafl, slipped the eggs Into the milk and down the lane, the lamb arm. Polly's heart gindness, Out of the rigors of country, out of the cold ravine had found another thing to care for. Jeremiah Hopkins and Larry Bishop were in the s when Polly arrived with her burdens, With much pride then she fed went swiftly one sang with the Storm water, she hack While she was preparing the evening she invited her father's friend to potluck with them. After supper she settled her family Wee Jerry she tucked into Daddy's bed, and Granny Hope was made com- fortable in a chair by the stove, where off to sleep. Then, soon nodded Pollyop sat down on the cot, facing the two the dark expressions on that a question had up. “Me an’ Larry, in't » think of su Mare, Nervous hrown fi wool her f “You don't n , do you? her ew by faces come men. She kn their brat, have been grimly plucked at began Hopkins ngers 8 Polly, ge anther, ing white ean hurtin’ him, Daddy » broke out talkin . Dadd iy! to er appen : what Dor sautiful ' about, Somet ak y sent turned indulging 1! from Polly His and dark face was turned heavy with deep ines “There anvwhore Bishop any angels muttered L pward arry thumb, “Yep, Polly there Is, 1 impetuousiy, "1 arry,” contradicted SHON One an’ Daddy put together, looks like He pla fame the ! money'n Old Poll,” ed Hopkins, just because we don't happen to be sot- ound that } Zr he ain't want- . fro It was fishermen quite evident that both were of one opinion. it Was Quite Evident That Both the Fishermen Were of One Opinion. got up and placed the lamb in a corner of the wood-box, “I bet n eel he helps us squatters, though,” she nodded positively. “An' you both got to promise right now on this,” she picked up Granny Hope's Bible, “that you won't use a gun on Mare MacKenzie, nor do nothin’ harm. ful to him. Let the other man look after us, There! Kiss this here book, an’ you'll both feel better.” There was something compelling about the girl. It may have been the tones of her volee, wonderfully sweet and tremendously earnest. It may been the brilliant smile she flashed upon her listeners. At any rate, the mayor of the Silent City and Larry Bishop, his henchman, repeated in dull apathy the oath she dictated to them, the words that made the Storm country na habitation for Marcus MacKenzie. Then both men reverently kissed the Bible and fell back lHmply in their chairs, Polly kissed the ragged edges of the book too, then she turned to Hopkins, “Daddy, honey, I'm gol’ out, Glve your kid a lovin' smack, I'll be back the billy goat can blink.” have safe quicker'n CHAPTER V. The afternoon had beensunpleasant for both Mrs, Robertson and her daughter. The lady was studiously ley to Evelyn, and the girl utterly miserable. Robert Percival away with MacKenzie. In his absence, al- though the two women ate dinner gether and kept other company afterward in the drawing room, their conversation Hmited to the sim- plest commonplaces. The return of the men the Percival ex cused himself almost at to write letters, MacKenzie evident his eagerness to get Evelyn by herself, Mrs chance to steal away time and the first time in had been and In wus Wis fo each was eased tension, once Some and as mince seized a to her own room. after her departure man were silent, This Marc's life that really touched by spite of his almost as Robertson For some the girl was the his heart 8 woman, and experience, bashful as a young boy, At length thelr eyes girl's lowered, while the ed In a flood to her hair The man her side In He had read in the shy, what he longed to [believe years he was and the color mount- met, an in retreat was by seo you belleve vou do” he do weet 7 anded. his volee trembling “Yog “Now, whispered Na Despair over made MacKenzie's With an off with ot you Irew nog * that she make the dream me true. “XY ou aszerted Mar my beloved” with are the whispered the girl's 3 he allowed her to leave room Evelyn mother's went Immediately to her apartment and, opening A i and sank down the floor at Mrs. Robertson’ “I've told him I'd marry trembling lips with mother slipped Ir 8% glide him,” dear, oh, please, dear, don't for me? married to all back for you, I've just got to have a wrt Marcus, 1 Mrs. Robertson drew away with a “If you so forgot yourself, your family and your name as to do such a should disown you, Evelyn.” finality In her tones. wearily, She of her mother's Evelyn rose |s00MmM uation. She feit that she would rather tell MacKenzie than the unsympa- thetic, frowning woman in the chair. “There's no use, mother, In trying to talk to you,” she muttered. “I'll man- age some way, though only God knows how." Mrs. Robertson took up her book and gazed sternly at her daughter over the top of it. “Very well, Evelyn,” she sald, un- graciously, “You're of age. If that's the way you feel about It, there's noth. ing more to be said.” Whereupon the speaker began to read, and a very hopeless girl crept out of the room. When Evelyn was repairing the rav- ages made by her emotions, Polly Hopkins crept into the Robertson gar- den. Her fear of Mrs, Robertson was mingled with a thrilling happiness, She had seen Granny Hope and Wee Jerry eat the fresh eggs: Daddy's promise would keep him out of trouble with Old Mare; and stranger would help them! She gave a plercing little trill, the glgnal she had always used to eall Evelyn from the house. Almost at once a figure stepped from the door to the porch directly In front of her, and ter. rifled, she shrank back among the vines and clung there, Sithouetted against the bright light was Rober rt Perelval, He stood gazing straight ahead of him atl the dark driveway, but turned when Evelyn ap- peared beside him, Polly heard the murmur of their that ali. They then disappeared into the house, Evelyn laughingly sushing the soldier ahead of her, Quickly the girl came out again; and Polly eould hear her swift-coming breaths as she ran softly down the “Shush” “Lordy, I one'd catch me.” “Pollyop,” questioned Evelyn anxious ly. "What'd he say? Was he angry?” Thelr heads very gether, a low tone, “He wants you to come to Hope's hut at nine o'clock tonight, an’ I guess you best do it. ever a man can be.” “I'm afraid,” Evelyn terribly afraid, Polly dear.” All the sympathy In Polly's came to sudden life, “I reckon “But volees wis steps, hissed Polly scared to Hopkins, wis death some were He's as mad as walled, heart she get up Oscar'd just as soon come in’ right in here, 1 guess, if you don't, along, nine o'clock over an’ in thd hut why talk just a little nicer to hi Hope’ Bibl feller you, back, an’ fo say. Neootr™ you be™ got to returned, sSpuny 1 bus i you've your your house You come I'll hike too. Say, can't you m? Granny e, an’ it says hurts speak he won't hs Hist! B Eot nn kind of ive nothin’ What's that more noise? Evelyn itter efare could word, the the another squs girl ped away shadows, + other, among When Oscar Bennett Stepped Into the Hut, He Uttered an Oath, SUTrronn wretehadly a smile * Music re at Hop) stove u Polls crawl along toward {is In nervous tens! Hock the meetir £ between About a q a | jarter to nine liar pat hers iy fami at length upon itaeif, and once natch to a had open edd the door within the small room touched a candle which she taken When Oscar Bennett stepped foto the he uttered an oath. He was not Hopkins “My lady won't come, eh?" he de manded gruffly “Oh, sweored all she she's comin’ right” an- Polly, “but were afraid Ro I came along to see she got home safe” A loud lips, “You're n shid, more weasel, d-- laugh fell from Bennett's clever kid, Pollyop.” he affably. “Cunning as a d If you aint! Sit down. 1 1 Polly squatted on the floor by the table; and Oscar eased gingerly down onto a rickety bench. “1 bet she was seared pink at what I told you to tell 'er,” he burst out af. ter a while, "She's about the most lHiy-livered woman 1 ever saw.” For the space of a few seconds Polly looked at the speaker. Then: “I'm thinkin’ she ain’t lovin’ you no more, Oscar, an’ a woman without love in her ain't worth nothin'™ There was no smiie on face when the words were finished. She had spoken the truth, and Oscar Bennett knew it, “I've been a fool, 1 guess.” he ejae ulated, “a perfect fool! I might better ‘a’ married you, Pollyop. Since you was knee high to a grasshopper, I've had a leaning toward you. By now I'd had a home and some comfort.” His glowing eyes were upon her, and for an Instant Polly lost her breath, “If you get to swat someone, Oscar, swat me!” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Aid to Prayer, Prayer is always most effective when mixed with equal parts of sweat. Baltimore Sun, Double Effect in Dresses Is Em- phasized by Paris Makers. the Slender Draperies; Embroi- deries Are Absent, A feature now much in the devel fabrics, evidence In models fashion cor- York Tribune, foremost makers double effect ny dresses which appear mude of dress is praent of writes a New the the new the one of Been in so mn one material over ap These clothes are they usual Callot styles, particularly in- differ Here different typl- wonder because Are so effects from the slender cal of this ful C are achieved widely draperies Even the mbiraid ¢ emoproideries are this 80 house allot absent coutur- the for her wonderful color com. for rich effects. yore, famous depends results, on abric and upon binations To tion to show that the one *iits are no mode of model 3 tallo ack with bands of vool bordering the two col ors in sult Is of bi black and cloth lamb’'s forming a2 £5} $s ov) Jacket 1 {Y CUS Black Cloth Suit; Green ¢ to wear with combines pl on eas the 213 i jacket. trimming Cretonne Inclu on Repp Background. led In the cretonne family arrival-—a cretonne pattern repp und idea of repp in pl of chintz is a for It produces a fective as bly lighter women have dress of cretonne, buying one and beavy texture. This fabric is more supple than its older sister. new on a backgro This using ace clever one material quite cretonne, but of weight. A great stressed thelr desire but refrained as ef. considera. many for a on new nn, The latest milady is the seems likely to style In Tootwear for Russian boot, which replace the galoshes for popularity. These boots are made in many styles and colors, ranging from black to a bright red, and are marked with many fancy designs. The picture shows cone of the late spring styles, including the Russian boots. FABRICS FOR T THE LINGERIES Radium Silk Ranks Well With Crepe de Chine—Chiffon and Geor. gette Are Popular. even the Girl's Eweed Sui ts Tweed in heather and various other 8 been found desirable I ma- for dresses and of six to ten or are d wi spliqued motifs of brig) 0 suits for girls The dresees often trimme i ings of aj ore broadcloth. Vestee the plain complete the cuffs of materia 1it#1 ie o-plece Styling Along Domestic Lines, Strictly Cut; Softened by Embroidery Combinations. collection of blouses, beads play the largest share in making up the decorations. It lu pointed out that the waists are made up, not witn the young woman principally in mind, but with the thought of the matron, and for this reason the styling is along In the than In the French spirit usually as. sociated with the headed model. The use of beads is softened In many cases hy embroidery tions, while there are likewise plain embroideries, with the more extreme novelty registered in one or two mod- els worked out In wool instead of silk floss, One of these shows a color com- bination of canna with a great plague of gray embroidered on with the wool. Cannan and similar reddish tones, ranging down through peachbloom to mirabella, are lavishly spread through- out this collection. The canna is per. haps the most notable, either used alone with bead trimming or made the principal tone in parti-colored treat ments, combinin® with the gray as wentioned above, or with bisque. On such a model the lower part of both the body of the waist and the peasant sleeves is of the bisque, with the majority of the beading placed thereon, HWibbonzine braiding figures in a similar style in canna and gray, with the sleeves made wide at the bot. tom. The lighter colors go Into the mak. ing of some of the allover beaded numbers, such as mauve beaded in and steel or pointed lack bias beads. mirnbelia of dotted ovals made the jet “Sport Suits. Silk and wool sport suite almost in. variably show all their color in the sleeves: for example, orange sleeves in a white woolen sult are embroid- ered in green wool, while a black kasha cloth tennis dress has apricot sleeves covered with black leaping goats. Ry the way, all the animals in creation seem to be disporting themselves on the new silks. All the smart sport hats, queer to say, are white. Combinations of Colors. Lately, on the Paris stage, a rather startling combination of color was ine troduced : dark violet and lacquer red. Some time ago Paul Poiret exploited this idea with his evening mantles, dark purple, lined with brighter red; red, emhroldered with purple silks and beads. But now this curious mixture has become common property. One sees it in millinery studios, as well as in the showrooms of dressmakers whose clients welcome eccentricity. Collars Are Flat. Regardless of the elaborate intent of the suit, the favored collar finish and one that is borrowed from the models of more simple and taflored conception—is the ocohvertible design that stands erect In unpretentious fashion, and Hes flat much in the outs line of a gentleman's tennik shirt cob lar. w»
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