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E CHAPTER XV—Continued. aa 7 oe With her eyes she drew at the rag stuffed into Evelyn's mouth, it came Evelyn and her “I'm Polly. we got the When i aeep | corners of gently out, gave a cramped jaws sottled rig goin’ to feed " “There ain't forced Kenzie contin torting | *an’ 80 dress, Kiyv an'- sald You're money fi Her the ax, adder hac was not had would ward, weeping you 1 all liars ks -an’-—sneaks, be” wched she withdrew it as if hand re: out but an longe to 40 an tht Ig fo sr hoa or fr. joy. 10 : for she he a again 1 Jeremiah's hefore and face “If you'd 'a’ Ithaca Js think what I'm goin’ Yep, all right!” Then she she described loved in tl able seen my daddy e ou'd be to to do Is all right. rasped. i iil, mebhe she went on hoarsely, fs the horrors that all her voice choked and beca thought of Robert. her tongue to say a word about hs, although her heart throbbed bitterly & his name came to her lips. “Money |” whispered brokenly, lifting her head. “Did you hear your man say money to us squatters as if eash'd pay for Larry's woman an’ ry an’ my daddy? You heard, didn’t you?” Evelyn's head sagged forward, and a spasm passed over her face as her eyes closed. She looked as If she had died. Polly Hopkins had seen death enter the Silent City many a time ; and her heartstrings tightened, “Are you gone?” she questioned In a hissing whisper. The other girl's lids lifted slowly, and never had Pollyop seen such an expression in human eyes In all her life. “Not yet,” dropped from the blue lips, “and-—and-<oh, Pollyop, I'm so afraid to die. I don’t know how! Oh, God, help me; 1 feel so sick.” “Daddy were sick, too,” shot back Polly, “an’ Jerry's turned up his toes by this time! 1 ain't beard a word from him since he was took away. Mebbe 1 could a’ seen him If you hadn't made your cousin believe 1 were a bad woman! What d'sou Know ones had gone through. me silent she an’ sweet as h—I1! you're nin’ wicked off | about bables, an’ how cun | they are? You're | Ithaca'll be better food for the live, though, ordy, w | as f sorrow, reste in the nurse's er e of protection | Hopkl | Death { from 1! arms reverent attit Sens swept out ins Then suddenly she voice It { through “And you're the the World,” Like the there mind. away | vision. | words i rushed heard a drift into the and erack. Littlest Mother In came plainly to her. seemed to hut every crevice she sto] rooted MacKenzie against the hed faded from Old Marc's imaged face went as If It had never seered her Over and over the delightful Robert had spoken to her into her ears and stamped | themselves in golden fire on her mem- ory. “1 struck, Evelyn one to Spot, her love you, like a caress, and, “You're my girl,” fell upon her like the hand of Granny Hope's God. “The Greatest Mother In the World.” whispered Pollyop; and then some. thing hard and hateful within her broke, and the flood-tides of love came pouring in. As when a dam bursts, the pent-up waters sweep away ali the accumulated rubbish in the old, un- used channels, so was the squatter girl's heart cleansed of every unlovely emotion. To her uplifted vision “The Greatest Mother In the World” smiled again in benediction; and beyond her, dim In the background, appeared a wrinkled, toothless smile, and Polly heard Granny Hope's withered lips saying: “Love's the hull thing, love, an’ love, an’ Full of the Pollyop turned sight of her Polly,” her little tender touched brat, Just keep on lovin'" tenderest compassion, swiftly, and at the flashing, radiant face, fainted, ‘toppled “forward and nlmost under the bed, The squatter girl bounded to her frantic fingers tearing ropes that Larry and Lye Braeger had made secure around Evelyn's body, They fell away, the girl but a little heap on the floor, Tears her loose leaving her dark lashes as Pollyop gathered the limp head of Evelyn MacKenzie Into her arms. And then she prayed as Granny Hope had taught her to pray. “Our Father which art in The rest of the petition slipped from her mind, and ith chatt “The mein streamed over heaven,” she quoted Ww Lord is wane, Her my strong lifted on Hopkins stood up and cried: “Underneath Old Mare's your everlasting arms, God arms rolled over woman ap 1 dear! are CHAPTER XVI rion Le © spear vile ” Everybody, Evelyn. “He won't hort “Nothin' hetter'n out, him wouldn't ask I'm that bad, I my Daddy Hopkins baby.” Her voice appeal. “But, God Oh, how 1 cut into Evelyn's heart with the keenness of physical pain. Only a little while before she had stood at the brink of the grave, There had been no hope that the summmer would bring a helpless wee thing te hold her close to Marcus. ut now Her thoughts whirled, So great was her faith in Polly Hopkins that she knew in a little she would be back in her hushand’'s arms. The attack of weeping over, Poliyop arose and beat again Into pap the hard bread and hot water. This time she took all the sugar left in the cup- board. Daddy would not be home for over two years, and Baby Jerry prob. ably never, and she—she wouldn't be in the shanty long. Groaning, she whipped the spoon so fiercely that some of the contents of the cup splashed on the floor. “It ain't very toothsome,” she sald, coming back to the cot; “but the hut's cold, an’ you need a lot of warmin’ up. I'm goin’ now an’ get your man. You get this hot pap Into your stom ach while I'm gone.” Evelyn waved the cup away, holding vo 1 ‘cause wv ithe an' my in much 1 ‘om! rose dear, how want want ‘em. The words alone while out a shaking hand. "} don’ t want you to go without me, Pollyop,” cried, “Please, don't alone, I'm terribly she here f— grave young squatter cos leave me seared, 1 The plated her seconds “You're a } but ir terrunted Granny H youl ¢ ior never mit to Id Mare; an’ way you to me an’ I'll stow you away room till I get back.” to make further appeals who was showing more she had pos. any girl show, al- lowed to pick and stand her on the floor, Then the weak leaned on the strong, and when Polly Hopkins tucked the blankets about Evelyn, she whispered : “Granny said prayers In this room all last year an’ way on till she died “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want!" Granny sald was one of the best to keep In mind” 70 BE CONTINUED.) “Looking Ahead, Wedmore—What's the idea of giv. ing your fiancee a cigarette case? Does she smoke? Gayboy-Oh, no, but she's just about due to break off and send my pres. ots back, and I can use it myself. Ways of the Sex. When a young man asks a girl for her photograph she immediately classi. fles him as a matrimonial possibility. bish Ashamed the i girl than for Pollyop ever thought Evelyn her up spirit sible to and someth cape for entry thie ken for upon SN me is dawn thout to engr of ever anent day style re for he mate CLoO8e right sort of accompaniment for spring street frocks. Crepe de chine and heavier crepes and silks are pro- moted for long afternoon and evenin wraps, and reveal the cape In many modifications, with crepe de chine In a contrasting Dark brown crepe de chine is spon gored by great names in capes and cape wraps for summer afternoons, Girls In the class of "22 have near which the skirt Is just one ruffle after another, each edged with a little frill, bodice is finished in the same The variety in these on andie frocks 1s endless, and those of taffeta are bullt on the same lines. COPYIIGHT BY WIITEAN NEWIPAIR Unt .
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