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TUB NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. StormG)ffitr) 1 ' 3L JXJjnrace Mller White "A ANGEL" 8YNOPBIH -.Occupying n tlltnpl dated shack In tho Silent City, n Hqunttcr nettlomont near tlhiicu. New York, I'olly Hopkins lives with licr fnther, small .lorry, and an old woman, Ornnny Hope. On an adjacent furtii, Oscar Hoiinett. prosperous fnrmer, Ih a neighbor. IIo la secretly married to Kvelyn Robortson, supposedly wealthy Rlrl of tho nelfthborliood. I'olly nlono knows tholr ticcrot. Marcus Mm Kenzle, who owna tho ground the squatters occupy, Is their duter riiliictl pnomy. I'olly overhears a conversation hotweun MacKenzle and a stranger. In which the for mer avow his intention of driv ing the squatters from lit h land. Tho stranger sympathizes with the squatters, and oarnn I'olly'H fjratl tude. Evelyn Ilouertson discovers from tier mother that thoy fire not rich, an Hhe' supposed, hut practi cally IIvIiir on tho bounty of Itob rt rerclvnl, Hvelyn's cousin. I'ol ly learns from ISvnlyn that the sympathetic strang-er Is Hobert Perclval. Etelyn charges Polly with a message to Uennett telling him she can kIvq him no mora money, and urging him to bo pa tient. She already bitterly regrets her Infatuation with and marriage to the Ignorant farmer. CHAPTER IV Continued. Polly henltnted n moment, coughed and cleared her throat. "A little milk for Jerry, plense," she suggested, extending lier can. Uennett snatched It from her hnnd. "Good God, you squattcrs'ro nothing but beggars," he grumbled, but be cause he was eager to get hor tnossago, he filled the pall full. Smilingly I'olly took It back. "I'm thauktn' you. Oscar," she gurgled, "an now niebbe a fresh egg for Granny Hope?" lie made an angry motion with his hand. "Up In that box," ho snapped. "Then tell what you camo fori What'd Eve Hay?" "Your vvomnn sent word by me," she began "Tell It, and don't be all day about It," ordered tho farmer. Pollyop took a couple of steps back ward toward the door, ready to fly If Oscar showed any signs of unusual wrath. "Sho said you wasn't to write her any more letters," sho replied. "She's awful scared. She trembled all over when she told me." "What did she say about money?" Bennett demanded gruffly. Through the dim light of tho lan tern. Polly looked at him pleadingly. "She Just can't get another cent." she returned, "an she's feelln' terrible bad about It." Although he had not finished his task, Dennett jumped up from his stool, and one step took him very closo to tho nervous young speaker. "She can't, eh?" ho cried. "Sho means sho won't, I guess. Hy God, sho will, or I'll como out with tho whplo thing. You go and tell her so. She's got rich folks, and I didn't marry hor to keep quiet all my life. Tell her either she comes home hero to me, or she pays up. If she pays " lie paused, then laughed. "Oh, you need n't look as If I was goln' to swat you one, Pollyop," he went on, "hut as I was sayln', If sho pays up and I get rid of her, then me for you, Polly Hopkins." His voice was harsh, and his man ners rough. Polly retreated to the threshold. "The time's here," Oscar went on, "when both you women will ho leap ing to my gad. There I Get homo and nay to my lady Just what I said" again ho broke off, only to continue, "leaving out the part about you. See, Pollyop?" Dumb with dread, Polly sagged weakly against the door casing. No wonder Kvelyn Robertson didn't want to live with such u mant j "Antj, you can tell her to come to night at nine o'clock, to Granny Hopo's old shuck," he proceeded. "I wnnt to talk to her. Now get along and don't como around nfler any more milk, or I'll throw you out of the barn." Glad to be gone, Polly passed out to the lane. In a little ravine at her left a noisy stream rumbled down the hill. Willi wistful eyes she watched It through tho fast gathering dusk flow away to the luke. It was then she saw something moving about In a small pool of water In a rock basin. Care fully sho put the nillk and eggs on a bit of smooth turf. Down tho bank sho slipped, and there In the falling gloom, struggling In the water, was a baby lamb. Pollyop tucked her skirts up about her waist and waded Into the water. Several times she fell, and, dripping wet, scrambled up again. When she pulled the lamb to the bank, sho dropped to tho ground, gasping for breath, "Poor little duffer," she murmured "You vraa 'most gone, wasn't you? Come on homo with Pollyop an' get loved up a bltl" In the road sho picked up the pall, ellppotl the eggs Into the milk and ,J3rown. andTmpany went swiftly down the lane, tho Inmb under one arm. Polly's heart sang ulth gladness. Out of the rigors of the Storm country, out of the cold ravine water, she had found unother little thing to care for. Jeremiah Hopkins and I.arry Bishop were In I ho shack when Polly arrived with her burdens. With much pride she displayed the lamb; then sho fed him a portion of the milk with a spoon. While she was preparing the evening meal, she Invited her father's friend to take potluck with them. After supper she settled her family. Wee Jerry she tucked Into Daddy's hod, and Granny Hope was made com fortable In a chair by the stove, where sho soon nodded off to sleep. Then, the lamb In her lop and the billy goat at her knee, Pollyop sat down on the edge of her cot, facing tho two men. She knew by the dork expressions on their faces that a question of import hail come up. "Me an' Larry, brat, have been try In' to think of some way of gettln' rid of Old Marc," began Hopkins grimly. Nervous brown Angers plucked at the lamb's wool as Polly, going white, stored at her father. "You don't mean hurtln' him, Daddy dear, do you?" she broke out. "Oh, If that's what you'ro tolkln' about, don't do It. Don't do It. Daddy I Something beautiful Is goln' to hnppen to us squatters. God up In the sky sent a angel smack down from high heaven to help us." The serious, lovely face turned pleadingly, truthfully up to his pre vented Hopkins from Indulging his desire to laugh. Polly turned and looked nt Larry. Ills dark face was heavy with frown and deep, grief-cut lines. "There ain't any nngels anywhere hut up there," muttered Lnrry Bishop, making an upward thrust with bis thumb. "Yep, there Is. Larry," contradicted Polly Impetuously. "I seen ono. He's blgger'n you an' Daddy put together, I guess; an' his face looks like tho sun, all shiny an bright. IIo says tho squatters has to have a place to live In Just llko other folks, an' he won't let Old Marc run us out of tho Silent City. Mebbo after n while, when ho gets to workln' for us, you can hunt an' fish Just tho samo as ever!" Hopkins looked at his daughter as If sho had lost her mind. "Whnt's eatln' you, brat?" he grunted. "Nothln'," replied Polly, "hut I know what I heard." "Spiel It out to us," put In Bishop eagerly. Then Polly told them. Both men laughed. "Why, he's got more monoy'n Old Marc, Poll," snnpped Hopkins. "Ifs Just because wo don't happen to bo set tin' on his ground that he ain't want In" us off." It was quite evident that both tho fishermen wore of one opinion. Polly It Was Quite Evident That Doth the Fishermen Were of One Opinion. got up and placed the lnmb In a corner of the wood-box. "I bet a eel he helps us squatters, though," sho nodded positively. "An" you both got to promise right now on this." she picked up Granny Hope's Bible, "that you won't use a gun on Marc MacKenzle. nor do nothln' harm ful to blm. Let the other man look after us. There J Kiss this here book, un you'll both feel belter." There was something compelling nbout the girl. It may havo been tho tones of her voice, wonderfully sweet and tremendously earnest. It may have been , tho brilliant smllo she flashed upon her listeners. At any rate, the mayor of the Silent City nnd Larry Bishop, his henchmnu, repented In dull apathy the oath she dictated to them, the words that made the Storm country a safe habitation for Morons MacKenzlc. Then both men reverently kissed the Bible nnd fell back limply In their chairs. Polly kissed the ragged edges of the hook too, then she turned to Hopkins. "Daddy, honey, I'm goln' out. Give your kid n lovln' smack. I'll bo back qtilekor'n the billy goat can blink." CHAPTER V. Tho afternoon hnd been unpleasant for both Mrs. Robertson and her daughter. Tho lady was studiously Icy to Kvelyn, nnd the girl wns utterly miserable. Hubert Perclvol was nway with MacICcnztc. In his absence, al though the two women ate dinner to gether nnd kept each other company afterward In the drawing room, their conversation was limited to the sim plest commonplaces. The return of the men cased the tension. Perclvnl ex cused himself almost nt once to write some letters, nnd ns MacICcnzIc rnnrio evident his eagerness to get Evelyn by herself, Mrs. Robertson seized a chance to steal away to her own room. I'or some time after her departure the girl and the man were silent. This was tho first time In Marc's life that his heart had been really touched by a woman, and In spite of his years and experience, he was almost as bashful as a young boy. At length their eyes met, nnd the girl's loworcd. while tho color mount ed In n Hood to her hnlr. The man was by her side In an In stant. IIo hud read In the shy, rctrent Ing glance what he longed to sec. "Evelyn I I II believe you enro for me, I really believe you do," he exclaimed. "You do, sweet?" he de manded, his volco trembling. "Yes," whispered Evelyn. "Now, Isn't It strange," nsked Mar cus, after thoy took up their conversa tion again, "that whllo I was gone I always thought of you, but not Just like this. Honey, girl, how long have you loved me? Before before today?" "I think nlways," confessed Evelyn, with a growing flush. What n fortunnto man Marcus Mac Kcnzlo considered himself Just at that moment! IIo had won tho prettiest girl In Ithacn ; and she loved him. "And to think I only camo home last night," he exulted. "This time yesterday you wcro free, my Eve. At this moment no power can tako you away from me." Dreadful recollections of Oscnr in truded upon Evelyn's new happiness. Oh, If she only had tho courage to tell Marcus I Would ho keep on loving her nnd help her to get free, or would ho Sho glanced Into bis face. There wcro upon it tho marks of breeding, of pride In himself, his wealth, posi tion nnd power. Sho knew how highly ho regarded tho conventions of society. If sho should disclose to him tho secret of her marriage to the fnrmer, he would see nothing but tho blot upon her and turn away In disgust. No, she couldn't tell him. Despair over whelmed hor nnd mndo MacKenzle's arms burdensome. With an effort sho smiled faintly and withdrew from him. "I don't want to lot you go, darling." he laughed. "It seems like a beautiful dream!" Eve wished passionately that she were at liberty to make lhc dreum como true. "You ore my beloved," asserted Mar cus, and with the girl's whispered "yes," he allowed her to leave the room. Evelyn went immediately to her mother's apartment and, opening the door, slipped In nnd sank down upon the floor at Mrs. Robertson's side. "I've told him I'd marry him," she said, with trembling lips. "Mother denr, oh, please, mother dear, don't you think you could borrow some mon ey from Robert for me? I must hnve It. After I'm married to Marcus, I could get It all back for you. I know I could. I'vo Just got to havo a lot of money, nnd you can't expect mo to ask Marcus." Mrs. Robertson drew away with a shiver. "If you so forgot yourself, your family and your name as to do such a thing, I should disown you, Evelyn," she said, finality In her tones. Evelyn roso wenrlly. She could Imagine the heights of her mother's scorn If sho discovered tho actual sit uation. Sho felt thnt she would rather tell MncKenzlc than tho unsympa thetic, frowning woman In tho chair. "There's no use, mother, In trying to talk to you," she muttered. "I'll man age some way, though only God knows how." Mrs. Robertson took up her book nnd gazed sternly at her daughter over the top of It. "Very well. Evelyn," she said, un graciously. "You'ro of age. If that's the way you feel about It, there's noth ing more to be snld." Whereupon tho speaker began to read, nnd a very hopeless girl crept out of the room. When Evelyn was repairing the rav nges made by her emotions, Polly Hopkins crept Into tho Robortson gar den, nor fear of Mrs. Robertson was mingled with n thrilling happiness. Sho bad seen Grnnny Hopo and Woo Jerry cat tho fresh eggs; Daddy's promise would keep him out of trouble with Old Mnrc; and tho beautiful stranger would help them I, Sho gnvc n piercing little trill, tho signal she had always used to call Evelyn from tho house. Almost at once u figure stepped from tho door to tho porch directly In front of hor. nnd ter rified, sho shrank back among tho vines and clung thcro. Silhouetted against tho bright tight was Robert Perclvol. He stood razing straight ahead of him nt tho dark driveway, hut turned when Evelyn ap peared bcsldo him. Polly heard tho murmur of their voices, that was all. They then disappeared Into the house, Evelyn laughingly pushing the soldier ahead of her. Quickly tho girl came out again; nnd Polly could hear her swift-coming breaths ns she ran softly down the steps. "Shush," hissed Polly Hopkins. "Lordy, I was scared to death soma one'd catch mo." "Pollyop," questioned Evelyn anxious ly. "What'd be say? Was he angry?" Their heads were very close to gether, and Polly gave tho message In a low tone. , "He wants you to como to Granny Hope's hut at nine o'clock tonight, on' I guess you best do It. He's as mad as ever a man can be." "I'm afraid." Evelyn walled. "I'm terribly afraid, Polly dear." All the sympathy in Polly's heart came to sudden life. "I reckon you be," she returned. "But you've got to get up your spunk an' go. Oscar'd Just as soon come bust in' right In your house here, I guess, If you don't. You come along, on' at nine o'clock I'll hike over an' get In the hut too. Say, why can't you talk Just a little nicer to him? Grnnny Hope's got a Bible, an' It says when a feller hurts you, spenk kind of soft bnck. an' he won't have nothln' more to say. Hist! What's that noise? Scoot." Before Evelyn could say another word, the squatter girl slipped away among the shadows. The other, ol- When Oscar Bennett Stepped Into the Hut, He Uttered an Oath. though surrounded with every luxury, went wretchedly up the steps and, forcing a smile to her Hps, passed In to the music room. BIHy-gont nopklns had blinked many times before his little mistress came homo. Larry Bishop had gone to his lonely hut, nnd Daddy Hopkins and Granny Hope were dozing in front of the stove. In nervous tension Polly watched tho clock crawl along townrd tho hour of tho meeting between Oscar and Evelyn. About a quarter to nine, sho stole out of doors. By familiar paths, slipping pnst a shanty here and there, Pollyop came at length upon n lonely shack set on a point by Itself. Sho went around to tho back, opened tho door, nnd onco within tho room touched a mntch to n small candle which sho had taken from her pocket, nnd sat down quietly. When Oscar Bennett stepped Into tho hut, ho uttered an oath. Ho was not expecting to see Polly Hopkins. "My lady won't come, eh?" he de manded gruffly. "Ob, she's comln' nil right," an swered Polly, "but she were afraid. So I camo along to see she got home snfe." A loud lough fell from Bennett's Hps. "You'ro n clever kid, Pollyop," he said, more affably. "Cunning as a weasel, d d If you aint! Sit down. I won't bite yon I" Polly squntted on the floor by the old table; and Oscar eased himself gingerly down onto a rickety bench. "I bet she was scared pink at what I told you to tell 'cr," he burst out af ter a while. "She's about tho most llly-llvored woman I ever saw." For tho space of a few seconds Polly looked at tho speaker. Then: "I'm thlnkln' she ain't lovln' you no more, Oscar, an' n woman without love lnjter ain't worth nothln'." There Was no smile on tho lovely fnco when tho words were finished. Sho hnd spoken the truth, and Oscar Bennett knew it. "I'vo been a fool, I guess," ho ejac ulated, "a perfect fool ! I might better a' married you, Pollyop. Since you was knee high to a grasshopper, I've had a leaning toward you. By now I'd had n home'and some comfort." His glowing eyes woro upon her, and for an InBtnnt Polly lost her breath. "If you get to swat someone, Oicar, twat met" (TO BI2 CONTINUED.) Aid to Prayer. Prayer Is always most effective when mixed with equal purts of swoat Baltlruoro Sua. Amepjoan LEGION (Copy for Thla Department Supplied by the American Legion News Service.) WOODFILL WON HIS EMBLEMS Honors Everywhere for Sergeant Who Exterminated Machine Gun Nests and Many Germans. When Sergt. Samuel Woodflll pays a casual oil I on a friend nowadays, he Is given "the freedom of tho city." It is no longer possible for him to travel merely as a "per son." The man who cleaned out three machine gun nests nnd killed 10 Germans as a morning's Job found Jersey City. N. J., wnlt inc for him with brass bands when he dropped in to visit the American Legion. The next day he charged over to New York city where, as guest of Supreme Court Judge McCook, he was welcomed from the Bronx to the Battery. Woodflll soys of his soldier-father "that he learned about shootln' from him." And ho shifts all the credit for his heroic deeds to the government. "It was just the efllclent training of the regular army," he explains. He claims that his twenty years as "regu lar" should qualify him to speak. The sergeant wears his laurels well. He is striking in nppearnnce and somewhat serious in manner. He vnlues even more highly than decora tions the tribute of his vlvnclous little wife, who clnlms he is "peerless nt kitchen police duty." PLAYS PART OF UNCLE SAM Former Private in Civil War Needs No Makeup to Participate In Pageants and Parades. Undo Snm, long the product of cartoonists, exists In the flesh In the person of George Campbell, former private in the Civil war, who Is spending his lat ter days at the Unitod, States Soldiers' Home in Washington, D. C. With his steel blue eyes, white roatee. Camnbell Is such a perfect Incarnation of the pf s artist's conception W&si&i of Uncle Sam that he needs no make up to make him the most attractive figure In n pageant or a parade. To keep up with the times, Campbell has adopted the George Washington post No. 1 of tho American Legion, the first post to be organized. He is the official grandfather of the unit, and takes great pleasure in fighting over tho Civil war for the benefit of his younger buddies. Born in Ireland, Campbell was brought to America as an Infant. Dur ing the Civil war he served with the Seventeenth Infantry. Now-a-days nothing pleases him more than to don his red, white, and blue costume and lead a parade. Announces French Nativity. Maurice (Jimmy) Brocco, who with his partner has for the past two years won the Madison Square Garden bi cycle race, has announced his French nativity after reports had him un Italian. He was born in Flsmes, on the Vesle river, Department of tho Marne, 33 years ago. Flsmes was recaptured by American troops in July, 1018, In a desperate encounter. Post Is Thanked. Official letters of thanks from Lord Curzon of Great Britain and the Brit ish ambassador have been received by the American Legion post at Somer vllle, N. J., which held a military fu neral over the body of a British army captain. As the captain had no rel atives In this country, the city was about to Inter tho body In the potter'a Held. Armistice Day Casualties. There were 3,012 casualties in the A. E. F. on Armistice day, November 11, 1018, according to the adjutant general's office. Of these, '268 were killed, 2,700 severely wounded, 400 slightly wounded, 177 Bllghtly gassed and 232 wounded and gassed, degree undetermined. The Fifth division bore the brunt of this day's casualties. Foch Would Hav Big Staff. "If there ever Is another war," said Fordlnand Foch, marshul of France, whllo speaking of his trip of 10,000 miles through 42 states us the guest of tho American Legion, "those in the American Legion responsible for or ganizing this Journey shall be on my staff. I compliment the American peo ple on its American Legion." Would Hold Training Camp. General Pershing has recommended tho retention of tho nlno main train ing centers Cumps Devens, Dlx, Meade, MeClellau, Knox, Ouster, Fort Riley. Travis, and Lewis. DOES LAUNDRY ' WORK AND HOUSEWORK TOO Surprised to Find Her self Feeling So Well Taunton. Mass. ' 'I used to havo naina In my back nnd lep;s so badly, with other troubles that women sometimes have, that my doctor ordered mo to stay in bed a week in every month. It didn't do me much good, so ono day after talking with a friend who took Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegeta ble Compound for about the same trou bles I had, I thought I would try it also. I find that I can work in the laundry all through the time and do my housework, too. Last month I was so surprised at myself to bo up and around and feeling bo good while before I used to feel com pletely lifeless. I have told soma of tho girls who work with mo and have such troubles to try Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege table Compound, and I toll them how it haa helped me. You, can uso my testi monial for the good of others.' Mrs. Blanche Silvia, G9 Grant St, Taunton, Mass. It's the samo Btory ono friend telling another of tho value of Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound. Laxatives Replaced By tho Uso ofNujol Nujol Is a lubricant not a mcdiclno or laxative bo cannot gripe. When yon are constipated, there is not enough lubri cant produced by your sys tem to keep the food vasts soft. Doctors prescribe- Nu jol because its action la so closo to this natural lubri cant. Try it today. Medical Aid for French Children. 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