Storm
Polly
WRIGLEYS
by Grace Miller White
Copyright by Little, Brown & Co.
Country
"I JUST COULDN'T"
5VNOl'Ht8.-0Ttiiylti a dllnpl
ilutetl shack In tin; Silent City, a
Mittittter BBltlcnieiit nonr Ithaca.
New York, Polly Hopkins liven
with her fntlior, hiiiu.II .lorry, and
nil old woman, CI runny Mope. On
nn adjacent farm, Oxeitr Hennett,
prosperous farmer, In a. neighbor,
lie In secretly married to ICvelyii
Robertson, supposedly wealth)' Klrl
of the neighborhood Marcus Mac
Knnsclo, who owns tho ground tho
riiiuuttorn orcupy, 1m tliolr deter
mined enemy. Polly ovorhourn ti
ronvormitlon between MucK'nzle
and a stranger, In which the former
avowfl his Intention of driving tho
squattors from his land. The strnn
wer sympathizes wjth the miunttern.
and earns Polly's gratitude. Kvelyn
Uobortsoh discovers from her moth
er that they aro not rich, hut prac
tically living on the bounty of
lloliort Porclval, Myelin's cousin.
Polly learns from Kvelyn that the
Hymputhotle Htranger Is Robert
Perclval. Kvelyn charges Polly
with a messHgo to Hennett. telling
hhn she' can glvn him no more
money. She already bitterly regrets
her marriage to tho Ignorant farm
er. Polly convoys her message and
Oscar makes threats, He Insists
Kvelyn meet him that night. Polly
has her father and Iarry Hlshop,
a squatter, tnko an oath to do Mac
Kenzle no Injury. Kvolyn unsuc
cessfully tries to get money from
her mother with which to buy off
Bennett and Induce him to leave tho
country, giving hor her freedom.
Sho and MueKanzle avow their
love. At tho arranged mooting that
night Hennett threatens Kvelyn
with exposure unless sho gives him
money. Polly meets Itobert Per
clval, and they nre mutually at
tracted, Polly's feeling being adora
tion. Oscar kills Polly's lamb and
Perclval thrushes Gfrcar, MacKon
rAo orders tho squatters to leave.
EvclynNilnns to marry MacKonzlo.
CHAPTER VIII Continued,
j fl-
"DarlltiK,"' lie broke forth, "I'm Just
ho Happy, I can't have n row with Bob.
Why don't you talk to him about tho
'.squatters? He'll Union to you Kvel
lUut, darling, Hint's u detail." lie look
lone of her hands and kissed the 1 1 pn
.of her slender Ilngern. "Tho most Itn
iportant thing to be considered now Ik
when are you going to marry mo? I
'can't, I Hlmply can't wait much longer!,
'Oil, Hve. Kvo, I want you!"
Fiercely be drew her bend against
iblm ; and the silence that followed wan
Ifrnught with rapture for them both
lOh! Slip wanted to be bis wife, to
Iforuet tho past two wrotcbed years. If
lOsc'ar ltd not stand In her way, bow
iiul('kly she would give Ibis man the
ilmpplucss be craved ami drink deep of
dt herself.
"When, my love?" breathed Marcus
thickly, caressing her. "When, dear?"
CSrnvely she lifted her bead and
'looked Into bis eyes for a few seconds,
"When you buy the Hennett farm,"
she ventured. "Jt It "
"And get rid of I ho squatters too,
ll suppose." bo laughingly Interrupted.
"And get rid of the squatters too,"
inodtled Iflvelyn. Then she kissed him
Isoftly und whispered, "My sweet
heart I"
A moment later she moved to re
Dense; herself; and with another kiss hi:
ilet her no. Then he smiled whims!
'cully.
"Now It's settled, dearest," be snld,
Irlslug. "I won't give you u minute's
ipeace until you begin on your pretties,
though the way you ve set the day
f
"Oh, Eve, Eve, I Want You!"
makes It rather ludelinlte." He waved
;bl.s arm In u wide-open Restore, nnd
Mulshed : "Hut I'll see that It's mighty
Minn."
' Mrs. Robertson's daughter was In
.it brown study before the lire when
that lady came into the room, a few
mfnute.s later.
"Marc went early tonight, didn't be,
ICveV" she questioned, as she dropped
into u chair.
''He hnd, to go and meet someone
ubout those tiresome nquutters," Kvo
explained. "I'm alcU of the sound of
their names. Mnmis says If he can't
got rid of thehi, he'll leave Itbara."
A step In (he ball closed (be con
versation for the time being, and a
moment later Hubert Perclval Joined
them. ' In silence Mrs. Robertson
studied bis face. She wondered what
had changed htm mo perceptibly In the
last little while. He looked almost
huggtml to her searching eyes. She
was about to quofltioii him as to his
health when the young man turned to
Kvelyn.
"Kve. dour." be ItoKun hesitatingly,
"I want something done very badly
and perhaps you can accomplish ' It
for me."
A lazy smile stole to Kvelyn's lips.
"And you know, Hob. I'll do It
If I can." she responded. "Tell mo
wbal's on your mind, honey."
Certainly; why, yes, Indeed." Inter-
pried Mrs. Robertson. "You know.
Hob, live and I will do anything we
... i
can for you:" '
The expression ot anxiety, which his
face had worn since bo bad seen the
last of Polly Hopkins, lifted n little.
Hint's fine!" he exclaimed heartily.
"There's nothing like a fellow's own
women folks, Is there? And you're
Just as good to me as If I belonged to
you."
Mrs. Robertson bridled consciously.
pleased with her nephew and pleased
with herself.
"Why, Roberl, dear," she returned,
"you do belong to us. Clod bless you,
boy. you're my baby and Eve's little
brother. Sow tell us what's bothering
you."
"It's Marc's row with the squntters I
I can't get the poor devils out of my
mind. Kve, can't you get him to lenve
the settlement people alone? I'd let
them have some of my land, but It
doesn't touch (he bike, and they
couldn't make a living on It."
Kvelyn urose and crossed the room
to tho table. She had not expected
this. Her promise to MacKenzle
flashed Into her mind 1
"I don't like Interfering with Marc's
business, Hob," sho demurred. "He
sides, he wnnts to Improve the prop
erty down there, and he can't while
the fishermen stay on tho shore 1"
Gently, for Robert bad always been
like a younger brother to her, and she
loved hhn dearly, Kvelyn explained
MacKonzlo's plnns und showed bow
Impossible It was for her, under the
circumstances, to Interfere with them.
Then she crossed to bis side nnd bent
over linn.
"Robert, denr," she begged. "Forget
nbout the squatters. They aren't any
thing special to you!" To head oft nn
objection tbnt sho saw In bis eyes, she
hurried on: "They're poor nnd unfor
tunate, I know. I'm sorry for them.
We all nre ; but you can't deny they're
worthless and filthy, and worst of all,
they haven't any right to bo wbero
they are. You won't let them come be
tween you nnd Marc nnd me, will
you?"
Without giving the man a chance to
answer, Mrs. Robertson Interrupted:
"Mercy, Eve, why ot course he
won't!' Marc will soon be ono of the
family. People of our social standing
don't wrangle over such cattle as the
squatters." She turned smilingly to
the young mnn and ended sweetly:
"You feel that way, don't you, Hob?"
Disregarding both the lady and her
question, Robert got up, bis Hps grim
nnd bis fine brow corrugated with
lines. Kvelyn ami Marcus could do as
they pleased; he would take his stand
right there.
"Kvelyn," he, said slowly, "I should
be sorry to have anything come be
tween us. You've always been like a
dear sister to, me. I suppose It's nat
ural and right for you to see this the
way Marc does. You're engaged to
him, but you can tell him for me I'm
going to help the squatters any way
and every way I can."
Too angry to listen to any more ar
guments, be pushed bis chair to one
side and left the room.
Mrs. Robertson looked daggers at
her daughter and as soon as she could
gel her breath, broke out:
"Now, Kvelyn, see what a storm
you've stirred up! Why didn't you use
a little diplomacy? That was the least
you could have done. You get Marc
and Hob by the ears, and wbero'll you
be!"
"Ob ! I don't know ! I don't know 1"
moaned Kvelyn. "Don't talk to me
any more. I'm Just about crazy. I'm
going to bed! Oood night!"
i
CHAPTER IX.
In spite of the weight of approhen
slon that pressed upon (be Silent City,
Polly's soul Insisted on singing with
gladness. She found opportunity, even
In the midst of her busy hours, to live
over and over the adventures of that
evening In the Robertson house. When
she remembered bow Robert bad held
her In bis arms, her happiness made
her almost faint.
She allowed .lorry's glughnm blouse
to fall neglected In her lap, as In hung
Inatlon she dwult on every Incident of
her visit. She recnllcd the thrilling
tenderness in Robert's words, nnd her
face grew soft In delightful revery.
A sound at the door brought her
thoughts back and she glanced up,
startled, Unnoticed, the blouse
dropped to tho floor as Evelyn Robert
son came In. Kinbarrassed and In si
lence, I'ollyop arose and offered her
u ebalr.
"You ain't feeling well, I bet." she
burst out, wiping the dust from the
ropo seal of the rocker with her skirt.
"You look white like the moon does
before a ruin. Go on, an' sit down !"
Sinking back, Kvelyn looked stead
ily up at her. Then she caught at the
hand resting on her shoulder.
"I'ollyop, I've come to you because
you're the only friend I have." she ex
claimed, tears misting her eyes.
"I'm awful glad you come to me,"
Polly breathed softly. "You want me
to run to Oscar again? I can't stand
the sight of that duffer, but I'll go Just
the same, Have you got a letter?"
Wiping her eyes, Kvelyn shook her
bead.
"No, but Oscar wants to see you,"
she replied. She paused and studied
the girl. "Polly." she continued,
"don't you want to dit something for
for your people? There's a way, I'ol
lyop, that you can "
Impulsively Polly could not wait.
"Do you menu help Daddy Hopkins
an' tho rest of 'em?" she Interrupted.
Kvelyn nodded.
"Yes, every one In the settlement."
A brilliant smile lit up Pollyop's
countenance.
"I'd give Inches out of my hide to
do that," she declared. "Go an, tin'
Jap It to me."
"Then sit down, dear." entreated
Kvelyn. "and don't stare at me so!"
To have saved her life, I'ollyop could
not drag her eyes away, but obediently
she sat down on the floor. Kvelyn fid
geted under the searching, honest gaze.
"You know, Polly," she stammered,
"I'm Awful Glad You Come to Me,"
Polly Breathed Softly.
"how It Is between Mr. MacKenzle and
me. I can make him do anything I
say. Oh, If I were free from Oscnr
Hennett!"
"Then you could marry Old Mure,
huh?" Polly Interposed with a bob of
the chestnut curls, "an' boss him, I
bet."
"Something like that, Polly," Evelyn
admitted. "That's why I've come to
yon. When I'm free, I can make Mr,
MacKenzle let up on your people."
Anxiously weighing every word,
Polly's quick mind ran on nhoad.
"An' to do that," she threw In, "you
got to get shut of Oscar I I don't blame
you for wantln' to, but bow be you
golu' to work It, Miss Eve? I can't
see no help for the squatters If your
marryln' Old Mare's part of It."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you
Polly," was the quick retort, "but 1
want your promise. You help me, and
I'll help you and your people. Oscar
says he'll free me If If you'll marry
him."
Kor an Instant Polly's head whirled
as If It had been suddenly struck and
over her came a weight almost unbear
able. Then slowly she shook her curly
bend.
"I couldn't do that, ma'am," she
choked. "I Just couldn't."
"Hut you said you would," retorted
Kvelyn sharply. "You must. I can
save the squatters, nnd I will ; but
only on .condition that you help me get
rid of Oscnr Hennett. Mr. MacKenzle
Is going to buy tb'i Hennett farm.
and"
"An' oscar'll he goitf nway some
wheres olso?" put In Polly. "Is that
It? He'd tnko me away from Daddy
Hopkins an' from "
She caught herself Just In time. She
lind It on the tip of her tongue to add
the name of Robert Perclval, but of
courso she did not.
"I couldn't ever do that," sho ended.
"Never, never I"
Tho blue eyes looked Into the brown
eyes seriously.
"Oh, yes, you can," Insisted Miss
Robertson. "Oscnr's not the worst In
the world, and ho'll hnve a lot of
money when he leaves Ithaca. He
loves you, I'ollyop, and ho'd mako life
easy and pleasaut for you."
A thoughtful moment or two passed,
while Polly Hopkins gnzed at her
bands locked together In her lap.
"ion can't tell me nothln' about Os
car," she remarked at length. "I know
the dirty duffer, an' I don't know
nothln' good nbout him, you can bet
your boots on that." She paused while
through the open doorway her eyes
were fixed upon a fleecy cloud, high
up In the deep blue sky. "Hut that
don't make no difference," she Contin
ued. "If I linked up with Oscar, would
that pup, Old Marc, let the squatters
stay in the Silent City?"
"Why, Polly, denr, of course bo will !
I talked with Oscar last night, ami I'll
speak to Mr. MacKenzle Just as soon
as yrtu promise to do what Oscur
wants."
Again the smiling face of Robert
Perclval cut across Polty Hopkins'
mental vision, and through the silence
of the shanty she bead bis voice rdeep,
low and like music. Then the evil
face of Hennett wormed Itself Into her
mind. Her lids drooped, and she shud
dered.
"I couldn't do ft, ma'am," she
walled. "I Just couldn't do thatt"
Kvelyn arose and stood over her.
"You must, Polly," she asserted
again. "Good heavens, it's the cltnnce
of your life! Of course you'll do It,
Polly Hopkins. Tnko a little time to
tlrinlc It over. I'll bring Oscnr to see
you some day when Mr. MacKenzle
and my cousin Robert are nway."
At the sound of thnt beloved nnme,
Polly's head fell forward.
"Scoot now," she said, her curls bid
ing her face. "I'll think about it."
After Evelyn bad gone, Polly me-
chnnlcally resumed her sowing. It
seemed that her heart's Joy had wholly
died within her. Patiently sho tried
to turn her attention to the work In
her hands, but ngain nnd again she
caught herself sitting with Idle fingers,
Finally, worried by the conflicting
emotions that were crowding In upon
her, Polly Hung herself Into the open
and ran swiftly nlong the ragged rocks
to a little glen where many a time she
bad been before. Here she waded
through the brook and sank down be
side It. Mind-picture after rnlnd-plc
tare passed before her. She saw
Daddy Hopkins happy with Jerry In
the shanty, no longer afraid to fish
and hunt. Then she vlsloned the Si
lent City, Rafe at 'last, and saved by
her. Her bead sank Into her bands;
nnd sobs racked her slender body.
Hut It was not long before she snt
up nnd tossed back her curls. It
seemed ns If she had heard a voice,
She turned her bend slowly; and lo,
Robert Perclval was standing across
the creek, smiling at her.
"I followed you. Polly Hopkins." ho
cnllcd, and springing across the water,
bo added : "You ran so fast I lost you
nt the corner of the rngged rocks, and
it's taken me all this time to find you."
He sat down beside her and took her
hands; but Polly could not look up
nt him. Embnrrasscd beyond utter
nnce, she withdrew her fingers, letting
thern fall listlessly. Robert laughed.
Her lovely face, first white then scar
let, only told him that she was glad
to see hhn, nnd spoke of girlish Inno
e'ence, dear to nil men.
"You went away so suddenly the
other night," he ran on. "I didn't bavo
n chance to say half I wanted to. I
had something for you, too, but
couldn't get away until today to bring
It down."
He pulled a little roll of paper from
his pocket and banded It to her. on
derlngly she opened It, and there was
an exact reproduction of "The Grent
est Mother in the World."
Pollv was so overcome she contln
ued silent.
"Don't you like It. little I'ollyop?"
queried Robert, putting bis fingers un
der her chin and raising her face to
bis.
"Yep!" she whispered, blusbln
"Sure, sure 1 do. 1 love 11."
"Then why don't you smile?" he de
manded: and as she shyly compiled
with his request, be ran on: "I've
talked with MacKenzle. and he's so
set Confound it! He makes me so
hot I can scarcely listen to him. Hut
Polly dear, I'll do everything I can
I've got money nnd friends, as well as
he bus. and I'll use 'em loo. HI you
trust me. .sweet?
She bowed her head In urnfoful as
sent. How she thrilled at the touch
of the warm, white band!
"Look nt me. dearie." he begged.
,nnd. when she did Hash him a rosy
elnnee. he eiim-lit her to htm. "I love
you, little girl." he whispered.
"An' love's the greatest thing In
Tthiien. ain't It?" she murmured In
trembling confusion.
"Yes. ves." he breathed. "Mttle
girl oh. my littlest dear"
His voice trailed away, and his pas
pinnate kisses mnde Polly Hopkins for
cot everything but him. Primeval pas
slon rose within her. She had found
her man, and nothing should take him
from her.
'MW pUBLE
S 2jpPJackct over Pcp-
10 for 5c
Siifar Jacket iust
"melts in your mouth,"
then you get the delec-ml-ilf
mim renter.
And with Wriglcy's three old
standbys also affording friendly
aid to teeth, throat, breath, ap
petite and digestion.
Soothincr. thirst-auenchine.
Making the next cigar yl
taste better. y.
Ferocious "Hairnet."
My little nephew and I were out
walking ono day when wo heard a
buzzing sound In the trees. He went
closer to investigate and as usual
'curiosity killed the cat" for the lit
tle fellow was stung severely on the
urm. I told hhn I thought It was a
hornet thnt had injured him.
When he returned home, his uncle.
seeing him crying, questioned him nnd
received this answer: "Oh, uncle, I
heard n buzzing noise In a tree and
ono of those hairnet things bit me."
Chicago American.
Important to all Women
Readers of this Paper
Thousands unon thousands of women
have kidney or bladder trouble and never
suspect it.
Women's complaints often prove to be
nothing else but kidney trouble, or the
result ot kidney or bladder disease.
II the kidneys are not in a healthy con
dition, they may cause the other organs
to become diseased.
You may suffer pain in the back, head
ache and loss of ambition.
Poor health makes you nervous, irrita
ble and may be despondent; it makes any
one so.
Hut hundreds of women claim that Dr.
Kilmer's Swamp-Root, by restoring
health to the kidneys, proved to be just
the remedy needed to overcome such
conditions.
Many send for a sample bottle to see what
Swamp-Root, the great kidney, liver and
bladder medicine, will do for them. Uy
enclosing ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co.,
Binghamton, N. Y you may receive sam
ple size bottle by Parcel Post. You can
purchase medium and large size bottles at
all drug stores. Advertisement.
Taking the Joy Out of Art.
An artist from New York was visit
ing nn old Southern family In Alabama.
One day while they were riding In their
nutomoblle, which their former coach
man, an old negro, wns driving, tho
hostess pointed out a majestic tree that
stood alono In u meadow. Tho artist
went Into rapture over It nnd with
hnnds clnsped turned to her hostess.
"Oh, Isn't It superb!" she breathed.
"A perfect example of a Corot!"
"Scuse me, mlstls," said the priv
ileged old servant. "Dat ain't no
Corot. Hit's Jest one of dese hyuh
BUgarberry trees.!' Youth's Companion.
No Retirement.
"Do you Intend to retire from poll
tics?" i
"I never knew anybody who did,
replied Senator Sorghum. "A politi
cian may have to toss his hand into
the discard and stay quiet for awhile;
but be never actually quits the
game."
Many n woman trusts a man with
her affections who wouldn't lend him
30 cents In cash.
Men nre the architects of their own
misfortunes.
Painful Then.
"Do your shoes ever hurt you?"
."Not until I have to pay the bill."
New York" Sun.
Statistics show that more than 40
per cent of tho clergy live to be
septuagenarians.
No Rubber
but
More Stretch
In
or
ExgellO
mjBBcnitts
Suspenders
and a Year's
Wear Guaranteed
Ask Your Dealer
direct, irttfnz dealers name. -i, v-.tr..
Accopt no substitute. ,i. 7
Look (or puarantea libel ami Onrtcrs und
name on buckles. Hose Supporters
Nu-Wir Strcch Snipender Co.. Mfrf., AdrUo, Mlcb.
W. N. U., OMAHA, NO. 10-1922.
"I'll keep the baby an' tha
sbnnty 'till you set bcU, Dad
dy darlln'."
(TO Mi CONTINUKD.)
Dutch children ara dressed In ex
actly the same stylo oa their parents.
WE
A
STERN CANAD
landof Prosperity
offers to home seekers onjxirtunlties that cannot
be secured elsewhere. The thousands of farmers
from the United States who have accepted Can
ada's generous offer to settle on FREE homesteads
or buy farm land in her provinces have been well
repaid by bountiful crops. There is still avail
able on easy terms
Fertile Land at $15 to $30 an Acre
land similar to that which through many years
has yielded from 20 to 45 bushels of wheat
to the acre oats, barley and (lax also in treat
abundance, while raisins horses, cattle, sheep
and hous Is equally profitable. Hundreds of farm
ers in western Canada have raised crops in a
sinele season worth more than the whole cost of
their land. With such success comes prosperity,
independence, good homes and all the comforts
and conveniences which make life worth living.
Farm Gardens, Poultry, Dairying
are sources of income second only to grain
growing and stock raising. Attractive cli
mate, good neighbors, churches', schools,
good markets, railroad facititles, rural tele
phone, etc
For ulostrated literature, maps, description of farm
opportunities In Manitoba, Saskatchswan,
railway rates, etc., write
W. V. BENNETT
Room 4, Bee Bldg., Omtha, Neb.
Autherlied Aftnt, Dept. ot Immigration
ana colonisation, uominionoicanaoa,
t