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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!
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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
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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
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| “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.)
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{ 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.
More
of
Undergarments Have Grown
Sheer—Matching to Shade
Gown Is Latest Whim,
of
has
Lingerie de
the
f the
crepes chine and
Ww ped
flunnels of
sisterhood
For
un-
i the map.
red
i has
fil Termin
rapid recent
a8 has the undergarment. From
beruffed, starchy cambrics
sheer each
hold
palm of one's
York house
wt
ine apparel
the change In
» KrOown
HOw
nore Be
one cot = 1y
supply In the
fact, New
vhich specializes j rie
tiny, patent
sight
troussean,”
One
inches long
which
underyvest
the bride,
bac)
Ch
and ii
Imagine a
tr
ving
ie t
into it!
of
in the
the ere
maki
h
vhite lin
ve gently
crepe de
<y
This winsome outfit
prominent “movie”
fied Russian boots. The dress, her
own creation, is of tan jersey, with
embroidered silk dots.
is donned by a
star her modi.
in
LININGS COME READY-MADE
Convenience Offers Encouragement to
Many Women to Construct Their
Dresses at Home.
sional sl! this
the
naking.
fr
oie
growir toward
The «
that
theory
home
of this
giving more atten to
making than d that
tions for the coming spring and sum.
mer point to of
this
brervations
are women are
tion dress
ever indica-
nl
Season an increase
VvOoRue,
There are several reasons given for
the greater interest In dress.
making. In the first place, the styles
are simple. Secondly, many of the de.
partment stores are giving much at
tention to home dressmaking. Pract. |
cally all the large retall stores in New
York now have regular dressmaking |
classes for amateurs, These are
taught by professionals. The pres |
ent method Is for a woman to go to!
the pattern department. Here she is
ageasured by saleswomen, In order to
get the correct size. The cost of the |
pattern depends upon the style of the |
garment, ranging from 35 cents up to |
about $1.50. Having the correct size |
pattern, it really is not necessary for |
n ‘woman to have much fitting for the |
garment she is to make, i
However, figuring extremes—a wo |
man buys her material--and attends
one of the dressmaking classes in al
department store. In one lesson, she |
ean cut the material; and, In the sec. |
ond lesson, she can have it all put to. |
gother—and then fitted In a third les |
won i
home
ORGANDIE HELPS MAKE HAT
wm
Oo,
flowers and
spicuously
hat. The
green,
the
80 con
picture
and
Organdie makes
grapes that bloom
on this charming
THE CAPE COAT FOR SPRING
Garment May Be Effer
tively
silks
$0"
Season's Top Coats.
The wing or cape sleeve is featured
in a good many of the season's top-
coats, (ne art model, of
plaid wool material in a heavy weave,
had sleeves cut to flare from shoulder
to lower edge and much longer than
the arm. These sleeves were seamed
together on the under arm to wrist
length and below this they fell away
from the arm to form a decided cape,
The coat was full length, belted ang
finished at the front with a Tuxedo
revers,
s1 made
To Clean White Wool Jersey,
To clean a white wool Jersey the
following method Is splendid: Buy
a small quantity of calcined magnesia
from your druggist and mix it with
water till it 1s of the thickness of
cream. Apply this to the Jersey with
a clean rag, and let it remain on for
a couple of days. Then brush out
thoroughly and the jersey should he
quite clean and fresh,
Footwear Styles,
Strap shoes and slippers are to con
tinue popular for spring and summer
and there is an Increasing leaning to
sensible, low heel models for general
wear,