$ A tt ss THE FRAMEUP, SYNOPSIS. Occupying a datlonl- dated shack In the Silent City, a squatter settlement near Ithaca, New York, Polly Hopkins lives with her father, small Jerry an old woman, Granny an adjacent farm, Oscar prosperous farmer, is a He is se married Robertson, supposedly of the neighborhood, Marcus Mic who owns the ground occupy, Is heir enemy. Polly overhears a conversation between MacKenzie and a stranger, in which the former avows his intention of the squatters from his land. The ger sympathizes with the squs and earns Polly's gratitude Robertson discovers from her moth- er that they are not rich, prac- tic i on the younty ival, Evelyn's 8 from Evelyn + stranger Percival. Evelyn charge with a message to Benn him she money her marriage Polly Oscar makes neighbor to Evel wealthy gi retly deter " drivin but is She al er conveys threats Evelyn meet him that n has her father and Larry er, take an oath to do yw oy get m which cessfully tries to her mother 1) I meets cival, and they 1 tracted, Polly's feeli mn y tion are Oscar kills CHAPTER IX—Continued, ans nn Then lobert of his he love for read back along rection of They were before he left her up the hill, ared while wns te Hine ling pes and plans, rehear her and hi i elp her and they Ww kKed slowly the ragged rocks in the di- the shanty. almost at She Polly’ watched hi stride and, after disappe she threw upon the ean bird's song in rippling of the w Hop as or ert's ef had bes petty c Two Bad Man's nout had ravine been trappes off to the tn and taken farewell 80 } if LO Jail their familie their women bies, doing but sometimes the thought of E dems intruded wondered If she were and wept over thelr ba. 1 juite sure Percival wy anybody could do: on her n doing right refusing it. One morning at daybreak Polly her father lift his gun from the and t down to clean it, wns he doing that, he well not it? upon pon =i when She her he cold looking down him, beating rs "You ain't she him. “yon up. “There ain't an' I'll a woodchuck or a had enough to alive since Mare That was true! than Pollyop how they had missed the little she Sick at hand. “We might best be Daddy,” she said passionately. apidiy. goin’ to hunt yet, honey,” don protested, squatting beside returned Hopkl 1s gl no one bring back something, We of 1 to SKUNK. keep a mess back.” No one knew hetter ' Old got from snatched had received heart, she at his without “Aw! | | { | { i i i dressed Wee Jerry at Jeremiah's com mand, and then, troubled in spirit, watched him stride away In the keen morning air, It had been decided among the squatter men that to keep the breath of life their and children they hunt fish, but that in must women and It was this thought that the squatter's up to see if out, One suvey of forbade, was mind a woodchuck through as he crept ventured was taking a the when Hopkins lifted his gun; sitting neigh horhood, and of over, The squatter was In the act of picking it three appeared as if from the earth and w with one sharp crack and a belch the smoke furry fellow tumbled and when had raised strode forward up men they th pistols closed In upon him, them, and Wee Jerry's fingers tight that gun,” ig rifle fell hold of his shaggy hair. cried one man, and to the earth but a m about took It turned was while Jeremiah's upward to aming Jerry that one of substituted a woodchuck., Then the third chaln around one of Daddy ind led him the hill rocks, down under a willow tree as her eyes caught sight of Daddy Wee One of them strode along, a lit was standing Hopkins and Jerry between men. tie dead body dangling from one hand, held in ather's gun. the ot She ran no matter what For less than carryin’ a gun, Old Mare's got a bunch of our men. You shan't do it, Daddy. You shan't, I say!” If only she could persuade him not to hunt until Robert had come to an understanding with MacKenzie. If he didn’t succeed-—then she knew another way. “Mebbe In a little while bunt all you lke, Daddy,” tured softly, “What do you mean by that, brat?’ asked Jeremiah, centering his keen eyes upon her, She leaned forward and slipped both arms about his big waist, “1 don’t want you to go today, Daddy,” she returned noncommittally, “Why don’t you just stay at home, an' —i fy"? you shoot, you she can ven- “Nope, I'm goin',” Interrupted Hop. kins. “An' Jerry's a.goin’ with me. I'll be back before any of Old Marc's sples turn over for another nap.” Polly knew her father well enough pot te make another appeal. Bhe “Daddy !” No squatter, “We caught him with t} man sneered at her, she screamed, answer came from one woodchuck my Daddy who had I'm Goin’,” Interrupted Hop. kins. “Nope, seized the child by the arm and shook him, “Here, your lp. that lie.” The man's aspect was so threaten ing that Wee Jerry broke off his words and, grasping Daddy's bushy head tightly, smothered his sobs in his hair, Jeremiah Hopkins made a motion to ward the speaker, but a sharp twist on the chain around his wrist checked him. “You see, brat,” he groaned, “they've framed me right” Polly grasped the situation in an in- kid,” You've been “none of up to tell he shouted, set She knew the planting system practiced the squatters last had her best stant. had hetore, heen At on the law beloved, “Daddy never kllled that raved, “He didn't; an’ you d—n duffers know he didn't. You can’t by with nothin’ like that, It's crooked! Here, YOou-—you my daddy 1” Like a wildeat squirrel,” she get you gimme them, the oth- unloosed upon rst at one, then at bit at clothes and kicked out feet: but force attacking a She tore at h her it was like a them, wit strong, bare small mountain, and she mighty pinioned her ood Strong arms, while the saw Wee Jerry snatched from his fa- st raging at n, ground the Hopkins away. Then they led Dad Dazed for a ng from head to foot, by the hand stood shak ping Jerry after moment, ran swiftly th her Hopkins “Huh, 1} bly came more forel from Grant as if she were ined to ha answer, Pollyop lifted bh wad wearily, “Sure, Granny.” she “He'll love us till he dies” “Then my ain't longer that the God ia she was, huh? If Daddy Hopkins has went to prison lke you said, then ain't God there? An’, dear lassie-child, love's love, an’ behind the Just the same as in this here beautiful shanty I" The girl, still on her knees, edged closer to the old woman's side and put her arms around him. “Listen to what Granny Hope says, baby dear,” she sobbed, “Love's went right along to jail with our daddy. Jesus'll help ‘im. He ean, ean't he, Granny dear?” “He can’ an’ He will, poor brats” answered Mrs. Hope. And through the quietude of the early morning she voiced In tremulous words the promises that had been food sure, moaned, Ins believin' any lov e, like once God's God years that had passed over her head, “Ask, an’ you'll get it, dear lambs. Seek your daddy, an’ you'll find ‘im, One of Pollyop's arms went about the woman's neck in a tricee. The ————— es — —— shimmering chestuut curls mingled with thready locks of gray; and then two quivering wizened lips fell upon a trembling rosy mouth, “Say something more, little Granny,” whispered Pollyop. “Oh, God'll do what you say He will—mebbe, huh?" Weary with unusual emotion, the woman's head bobbed forward. "With God, Pollyop,” she whispered faintly, “there ain't no mebbe, When you get a hand like Old Marc's, then a angel from Heaven—* Instantly Polly feet, An angel blessed angel kins! “Darlin’,” she Mrs tnke Wee Polly grape the To thrust Robert Perel had anticipated, “Just let Polly Jesus des swat from a Heaven ! Daddy from vould he A Hop murmured, bend Hope, “get on my bed Jerry : Hopk arbor over before which herself task she into she A, "* ghe stepped on It eves { | “He Can, an’ He Will, Poor Brats ™ Arswered Mrs. Hope, MacKenzie ith had Before he could bread knew she Polly “Please, Mr. MacKenzie, | You enn. De it, an’, an’, die for you.” She fell forward on her knees: and | then Marcus MacKenzie laughed again. Lower and lower fell the curly head, for the sarcastic sound told her more plainiy than any words could have | done that she would get no aid from { him, | Robert stooped and lifted her up. {| "D-n you, Marc! Stop it!” he de- manded. “It's wicked, downright spoke sir,” i in, ggain y begged, back to oh, God, she give "Im me I wicked!” And to her he murmured: “Poor little girl! Poor little Polly.” | He tried to lead her away; but how | could she go without making another i effort? She turned to Evelyn, “Something struck Oscar and he's dead in the road!” i (TO BE CONTINUED.) ———————— { An Englishman has Invented a horse. | drawn plow to remove snow from | street gutters. rollers guiding it along | the curb, IN NEW LINGERIE Clumsy, Starchy Cambrics Only Memories of the Past. 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