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CHAPTER XV—Continued.
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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
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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.
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