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CHAPTER XVi—Continued.
we] Bee
She stooped and smoothed back the
tiair from Evelyn's wet brow.
“Now, while I'm gone you just lay
quiet-like, askin' Jesus every minute
that your man'll be hikin’ here faster'n
a crow can fly.”
Evelyn raised her head.
“Kiss me, Polly dear,” she begged,
with streaming eyes,
“All right!" murmured
ter girl. “Kisses're mighty comfortin’,
ain't they?”
She stooped and laid her lips on
Evelyn's and, turning swiftly, left the
room. Evelyn heard her snuffing the
candles outside and then heard the
latch click as Pollyop closed the door
behind her,
Bounding out into the snow, Pollyop
raced through the road toward
the
to him before going on. She lifted
the latch and peeped in.
pipe. He gave her but a glance then
dropped his head mournfully.
“Where's Lys, Larry?’ Polly asked
in a hissing whisper.
“Gone home, came In a
I. I'm most froze, too.”
With her hand on
door which she had
the storm, the girl
indecision. felt
inner emotions going
stolid speaker. She
her arms about him and
that had passed in her |
last hour. But If
take blame o
self. Of course he
kins knew
as if she
God's own
shack had been Mare, he
have had no compunction in
him out of the
the latch
against
in shivering
intuitively
on inside
closed
stood
She
thros
wanted to
the
the hes
Old
putting
nauseated,
Bishop
“Then go to bed an’ sleep!” returned
Pollyop. “You'll
I'll see you tomorrow-——mehbe,
be needin’ you ir 3
Then
door
an'-—an’
get warm
she went sw
and was awi
} re the
bef squatter
her hair almos
her frie: ‘
the haughty MacKen
It had been her cruelty
monte hole
impted thelr
she ran on,
because, to save
face
act,
besides saving Evelyn,
them The
MacKenzl
, with dread at
nearer
house, the
pounded
her.
In the meantime Marcus
and his wife's mother
the lady stretched the
nd Marcus pacing the floor. Since
MacKenzie had left the Hopkins shack,
he had ridden m over the I
urging every
him find his wif
wept tears such as
from his eyes before in all his super-
cillous days.
Having set in motion what
could summon from town
try. he had come back home
hysterical mother. He had no
MacKenzie
were together,
out on divan,
alle
ly
Secretly he
ald he
to the
to allay the burning grief within him-
self. Evelyn had disappeared as if
the ground had opened and swallowed
her up. He paused in front of Mrs
Robertson, his dark, handsome face
working painfully,
“You're very sure
well just before she
inquired. “She dldn’t
had anything to worry over?
Mrs. Robertson used her handker-
chief before she answered,
“I can't think of anything”
ftated, “unless it was about Bob. Late.
ly he's been so different. 1 asked Eve
one day—" She broke off and dis
solved In tears,
“Yes, you asked her
what?’ MacKenzie urged.
“It was about Bob,” continued the
weeping lady. “Eve thought he was
suffering over—gvere—"
“Well I” snapped Marcus.
Would the woman never cease her
everlasting crying and give him a clue
if she had one?
“Well I” he goaded her on more furl.
ously.
“Polly Hopkins!” she sobbed. “Eve
said your continual pounding at the
squatters had about broken the boy's
spirit.”
“Rubbish!” exclaimed MacKenzie,
“Eve wouldn't waste her time worry-
ing over such rats. Bob's a fool, I've
discovered Where is he?”
“1 don't know,” answered Mrs. Rob-
ertson. “He goes away for days at a
time without saying a word to Eve
or me. And he looks perfectly dread-
ful. I think Evelyn's grieved over
him.”
“Why didn't you tell me so before?”
cried the man, turning on her swiftly,
“I'd have soon made my young gentle.
man put on a smile, at least when
he's home. It's a shame my poor
she
went out?™
act as
she hea
one day-—
wife had to be tormented like that!”
That he had started the rumpus and
full half of the quarreling
occurred to him. He was de-
find some one
done his
never
termined to
for his
“Well,
he
room several
“1 can't here,
don’t know where to go.
A deep groan fell from his lips. and
he began with heavy tread to walk
up and down aga
“Can't you think of
might have gone?”
know all
she go If she
home?
“Leave
to blame
disappearance
there's thing
ejaculated, measuring
with
but
wife's
certain,”
the
long strides
good God! 1
one
after
times
stay
place she
“You
would
any
begged,
Where
determined to
he
her fr
fends,
had
leave
home?” gasped Mrs. 1
ertson, her jaw dropping.
“Yes!” faltered Marcus, “I
know whether she told you or
ed for Cortland.”
“Of course she ddn't te
behind
never tells
heard it. You
squatters, and In
I think you might spare her
not strong! So muc
the lady's
“She ee
were
quarrels
Eve's condition,
home. Oh, dear, I can't
“It's Bob that's made all this
i Marcus
snarled
Cried the Man,
Swiftly.
r
ered now all the bit
she had flung at her daughter
“Marcus,” she said.
Eve back
“If we get
again—"
her!" he Interlected, his
face going snow-w “Of
we'll get her. Why say such ridienlous
things? He turned away to hide the
her question had
filled him with,
he
Robertson
course,
emotion tremulous
“It will be my
ended.
Mrs.
bow,
“But Marcus, she
“there's been something on my mind
Oh, you don't
think the squatters have her, do you?”
“1 don't know.”
he =at down
would no
his body.
And were sitting thus, each
busy with his own unspeakable unhap-
piness, when the servant entered,
“There's a girl here, sir”
gan, and Marcus sprang up.
“Bring her In,” he cried. “Bring her
in instantly 1”
The mald hesitated,
“She's queer looking, sir,” she sald
timidly, “and she's wet through. She's
one of them squatters.”
“Bring her In, I sald,” ordered Mar-
cus once more, and the girl went out,
closing the door softly.
Pollyop crept into the warm room,
her teeth chattering, her legs un
steady. Her first glance fell upon
Mrs. Robertson who, when she saw
her, made a husky throat sound. Then
the brown, fearful eyes traveled to
the tall man, no longer an enemy to be
hated, merely a wounded human crea-
ture, like her dear ones in the Silent
Clty, to be loved and comforted,
“I got your woman In my shack”
sald Pollyop, straight to him, swallow-
ing.
“God be
Robertson,
Something snapped In MacKenzle's
head, and for n moment he feared he
raised on her el
exclaimed,
ever since-—since—
quickly as if his legs
longer bear the weight of
they
ghe be-
thanked,” screamed Mrs,
losing
J the
that
Ignoring
thought
face
completely,
nis mind,
Polly
expression of
wits had gone
the woman whom
vent rapidly to
blank his
his
de-
MacKen-
she
she
zie's slide,
“I had her roped up in the bed when
you tonight, mister,”
told words tumbling
ench the haste of confession
to chop her head off to
get even with you, But—but-—my dead
Granny Hope, an' the Biggest Mam-
my in All the Worlll wouldn't let me.”
It seemed an eternity to the quak-
ing young Marcus
threw up took a long
tested,
there she
the
other in
“1 were goin’
wus
him, over
before
and
speaker
his head
breath.
alive?’ he demanded
very sure
bounded
she's
“You're
Girl”
“She
hoarsely. she isn't
he up and
TY} fhe
[LIE ome
“1 ain't you, mister,” Inter-
“You don
Miss Eve,
along to my
mournin’ for
coop-hole, covered
geared
best come
She's
Hope's
il
you
sta *
MacKenzie,
dear one
Mrs
by Evelyn's n
Robertsor
my
cus, jumping up
alo
and send ig Evelyn's
o fur
coat.”
A furtive
lips as she helped pull
cont, then
Pollyop out Daddy's
Yet the woman admi
as she dried the wet feot
the squatter girl in her
beautiful clothes that she
pretty, even prettier than Mrs
MacKenzie,
When the robing process fin
ished, Mrs. Robertson glanced over the
Httle figure and grudgingly acknowl.
edged to herself that there was some-
thing of elegance in the girl's bearing,
even if she were a squatter,
“Come here!” she sald. A haughty
gesture indicated the “Right
here before me”
Polly's shaking
within a few inches
presence,
“You're very surd, girl,” asked Mrs
Robertson, “that my daughter's safe
in your shack? How did she come
there?”
Polly remembered Larry Bishop and
Lye Braeger. She had been instru-
mental in bringing them within the
prison shadows, and if any one suffered
from the deed done that night, it must
not be her friends. She alone must
take the blame!
“lI wheedled ‘er there, ma'am.” she
replied humbly, “I'm goin’ to tell her
man all about it"
Marcus entered and started back as
he caught sight of Polly, How beauti.
ful she was, bedecked In his wife's
clothes! Then It came to him that
even In her rags she had had a dis.
tinetive loveliness, Both Bob and Eve.
Iyn— As that precious name went
curled the.
off Jeremiah'
smile
and grew
of
heavy
as slipped
great boots {tted
attired
was
was
spot.
her
august
carried
of the
legs
wife awalted him
"Come along quickly,” he
to Polly.
he scemed,
took
How changed how gens
hold of her arm
and
this thought that
clothes which she
her
dully when MacKenzie
the
achman chirruped to the he
1
x)
80 preoceupls S
sion upon
bodily into sleigh and the
rses, just
y do with her
MOrrow
She looked back
authorities
upon the the
had sent
a #eform school and
girl's home-coming after
been served, Now that
was In danger of the like
lier term
herself
herself,
she,
tails that
ible place,
Meg had given of the
As the horses tre tted along the bou-
levard, Pollyop's chin sa the
warm fur her neck, and until
they turned into the narrow lane from
into
about
the road, no one spoke a word,
“Go straight to the lake
Mackenzie, and at the
of his deep voice, Pollyop f another
shock of surprise. She had heard it
so often in strident abuse Now it
¥ pleasant to
Down the hill through the
flakes of snow the strong horses pick
| I
the
ordered
}
was actually
listen to!
their way.
turned
nce
on its
before it.
wattle
all
“ia
When he
807
'er-
have
over the boy's
it
all night,” he returned
“Of course, of course,” Robe
sighed
But be did not utter aloud the
thought which flung to his lips that
he was tortured by the same wish, too
What he did say was:
“Your daughter will be asleep, I've
no doubt.”
“Mebbe,” Hopkins answered,
for her daddy an’ Jerry baby!"
something else,
“1 been wantin' to tell you all day,
Mr. Percival,” he sald awkwardly,
“how grateful I be to you. It's kinda
hard to say it in words.”
“There's no need, 1 assure you," re-
turned Robert. “The only thing 1 re-
gret is that you should have been come
pelled to stay in prison so long.”
“But we're home now I” was the hap
py answer, “An’ I'm thankin’ you for
me an’ my brats too.”
“Poliyop,” squealed the child, wrige
gling. “Daddy, Wee Jerry wants Pol.
lop.”
“Hush, Jerry.” soothed his father,
“We're a-comin® near home now.
There! Here we be”
As they descended from the carriage,
the baby hid his face in his hig fathe
er's shoulder.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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June-Is your dog intelligent?
Freddie—3le's so wise that it's a
bore to associate with him,
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WHAT TO EAT
unusual soup Liat
try:
Here
fou
are two
will like to
Crumbs
Soup.~tioll one
quurt of
one-half
with one
one stalk of
ery.
one-half a
nip, all to he Hine-
one
Strain; add one tablespoon-
salt, one teaspoonful of
pepper, one cupful of finely
and
the fire untii the soup bolls, hen
cupfuls of thin cream, and
well-beaten eggs, continue cooking
stirring ontil the eggs are set.
Flemish Soup.—(0ok two ounces of
minced raw ham In
oll or butter:
stalks of celery,
all let
vegetables begin to brown,
whole Into a kettle
one quart of i
and
until the toes
olive three
three
add
and
cook until
Turn
sliced ; and
soup
stock. continue to
soiled to a
liquid to
cook pots are
turn the
the je. thi with three
hicken
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a little water Add one!
seasoning ana s iit and
serving
y well
are
of poultry
pepper to Just before
add one en of crean
beaten eggs: stir until
»t, and serve Immediat
Fruit Rolls.—~Tuke
raisins an
ir pi
Prune Scouffle.—lLet so
f pound of prunes in
; '
the morming cook
ntil yellow,
to the veal and
fuls of flour to the
to add for th
and onions ad«
ig water, cover
three hours;
a
fone
serve
g add two cupfu
diced tumlips
id the fat
and serve
Cook
and flour to
from the casse
Melt four tablespoonfuls of fat, add
tablespoonful of minced
ntil soft; add four
our, seasoning to
cupfuls of tomato;
stirring constantly until smooth
thick. Cook five minutes, then add
one cupful of grated cheese and the
spaghetti, mixing with a fork lightly
Pile in the center of a hot platter, gar-
nigh with strips of bolled ham,
Vea! Soup.~Take two pounds of
the knuckle of veal, cover with water
and cook until the veal is tender.
There should be five or six cupfuls of
stock. Add two cupfuls of diced pota-
toes to the stock and cook until ten.
der. Cut the meat In small cubes
add them to the cooked potatoes, 13%
tablespoonfuls of mushroom catchup.
one-half teaspoonful of salt and pep-
per to season. Thicken slightly with
a tablespoonful of flour mixed with
one tablespoonful of butter, and when
well cooked, to the meat and stock.
Chop one hard-cooked egg and pour
the meat and vegetables over it. Lay
one-half lemon, thinly sliced, over the
ment and serve hot,
Honey Caraway Loaf Cake. —~Cream
one-half cupful of butter, add one-half
cupful each of sugar and honey, two
well-beaten eggs, two cupfuls of sifted
flour with two teaspoonfuls of baking
powder and one teaspoonful of cara.
way seeds. Pour into a buttered shal:
low pan and bake twenty-five min
utes,
one
£1 onion,
and eook u table
spoonfuls |
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Agriculturist of Today Must
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Canadian Tillers of the 8cil Have
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armed
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understancing
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the
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become the
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to secu
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“I couldn't believe all they sald
about Tanlac until I tried It myself,
and now I never doubt what I read
about it.” said Mrs. Anna B. Crawford,
2500 N, 23rd St., Lincoln, Neb, wife of
a well-known retired business man.
“l got into a badly run-down condi
tion,” she continued, "and suffered
greatly from indigestion. I had head
ache for days at a time, slept poorly
and woke up mornings so weak and
dizzy I could hardly get up. Then
rheumatism set in and made walking
difficult and I could scarcely use my
arms for the pain.
“But Tanlac has made a clean sweep
of my troubles, brought back my ap
petite and enabled me to gain much
weight. It Is a pleasure to make a
statement In praise of this great meds
cine”
Tanlac Is sold by all good druggists.
Little Room for Criticism.
There are so many jay walkers and
so many jay drivers that it hardly bee
hooves any driver to talk about jay
walkers, or any walker to mention jay
drivers—Scattie Post-Intelligencer.