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— #* • ✓ Jb^Graoe MfflerSvitite ii [stone. iTTjrr, 'I <■ y. ag'Compary j [hi by irown •YOU DARLING!" «YNOPMS.— Occupying a <111*pt dateS shack in the SI tant City, a squatter settlement near Ithaca, New fork, Polly liopkln* lives with her father, small Jerry, and an old woman. Granny Hope. On an adjacent farm. Oscar Bennett, prosperous farmer, la a neighbor. H# Is secretly married to Evelyn Robertson, supposedly wealthy girl of tbs neighborhood. Marcus Mao Ksnaie, who owns the ground the squatters occupy, is thstr deter mlnsd enemy I'd I y overhears s conversation between MacKensle and a stranger. In whtcb the former avows His Intention of driving tits squatters from his land. The stran ger sympathises with the squatters, and same Polly's gratitude. Rvslyn Robertson dlncovore from her moth re,that they ars not rich, but prac tically living on the bounty of Robert Perclval, Evelyn's cousin. Polly learns from Kvelyn that the sympathetic stranger la Robert Porclval. Evelyn char*#* Polly with a me*»»*e to Bennett, telling him ah* can rive him money. £>he » ready bitterly regret* her marriage to the Ignorant farm er. Polly conveys her message and Oerar makes threat* He Insist# Evelyn meet him that night, Polly lias her father and Larry Bishop, a squatter, take an oath to do Mae Kenate no Injury. Evelyn unsuc cessfully tries to get money from lier mother with which to buy off Bennett and Induce him to leave the country, giving her her freedom She and MacKenzIe avow their love. At the arranged meeting that night Bennett threaten* Evelyn with exposure untern »he give* him money. Polly meets Robert Per clval. and they are mutually at tracted, Polly's feeling being adora tion. Oscar kills Polly's lanvb and Perclval thrash«;» Oscar. M tiU TV CHAPTER VII—Continued. •7 A »«und of boots moving on hoards was hi* only answer. Folly coughed nervously. "Now thl* Is what I'm going to offer," went on MacKenzIe. "No one can make me ralae the price one cent. I'll give you men twenty-five dollars apiece; you sign over to ma your squatter rights; then take your wom en und kids and go." There was not a word in answer to this. Only Wee Jerry felt Daddy Hop Jcina clasp him tighter. Realizing that the stony silence that met hi* offer was practically a re fusal, Mackenzie got to his feet. "You «ufe take It, or—or go to h—1 for all I care!" he exclaimed. He turned toward the door; and then f'ollyop got hack her breath, and while the squatter men watched sul lenly. sire Stepped in front of him. "You're in wrong, mister»" she flared. "You're d—tl generous, ain't you? Twenty-five dollar* wouldn't take ut anywhere, an' where would we gt anyhow? Thla ain't movin' day ln th« Hih-iit City. You've made your talk, now scoot along." Marcus tlxed her with eyes angry beyond description. Her own blazed hack at him as she pointed toward the door. ' «coot out," she repeated, "an' don't be cornin' again." MacKenzIe lifted his riding whip threateningly, and every man with a growl started forward; but a* the vriili» fell back to Ids side, they sank down again. Then It was that he shifted the whip to his left hand and took from hla pocket a shining pistol ; and although Polly whitened, she held her ground. "Aud yon, you Impudent huzzy," snapped MacKenzIe, "what have you got t«< do with It? What are you. any way ?" In spite of the deadly thing held In the-white, strong fingers. Polly's head went up a bit. "I'm the Itftlest mammy In the world." she said simply. "Pm mammy to this hull Settlement. An' us squat ters afays In the Silent City—see?" The pistol fame up with a click, and MacKenzIe, enraged beyond control, struck Pollyop two stinging blows with the riding whip. Then he strode out Into the open, and. holding high the weapon, passe«) through the frowning line of watching women. He gave them but a flashing disdainful glance, and when he turned «round, Polly Hopkins «as standing la Öre door, motioning the women into the shack. He earn« to a direct halt and shouted at her: "I'll never offer money again, but out you'll all go. If I have to burn your huts about your heads." As If he hH«l not spoken, Polly gave si him r.o heed but ushered woman after woman Into the shanty. "I'd'rather he'd 'a' htt me than any one ef you," she said, h.>r flesh ttog ling with pain. "If you'd 'a' pounced ou 'Im, Du fitly, or you. Larry, he'd 'a' popped one of you dead. Now listen to tue." ?. Then »be told tnem that Robert Per fhclval had said the squatters should :-yi»y in the settlement. She said she ''had had a promise from a man better C. m EDWARDS, Attorney titt, Residence, Boise, Idaho. than Old Marc that he would help them. And thus she brought smtles back to the faces of her miserable friends; and s# they went away, each Woman kissed her, and each man rev erently placed his hand on her curly bead In blessing. CHAPTER VIII. Then came the days through which the Inhabitants of the Silent City lived with nothing to comfort them but Polly Hopkins. Scarcely an hour passed without strangers walking over the rough road through the settlement and every one knew that these men, so curious and yet so unwilling to sp^ak even a "good-day," were doing service for Marcus MacKensle. At last one day, crushed with ap prehension and despair, Jeremiah Hopkins decided that one of them should go to Robert Perclval to ask his aid in keeping the settlement to gether. Polly was so sure he would ; keep ids word to her—now they would give him the clmuce. "It's a choice of the three of you, Poll," said I,ye Uraeger, "you or your daddy or Larry Bishop," "He wouldn't listen to me, Insste," Hopkins mourned. "Mebbe he would to you. I dunno, but uiebbe." Before the girl's sensitive mind flashed the face of Robert, and she hid her red checks against the speaker's knee. "Oh, I couldn't never go to 'lin, Daddy honey," she murmured. "Please, Daddy." "We ain't got a chance without some one's help, Poll," Insisted Brae ger. "You go along, an' do your d—(lest for tire squatters l" "All right, Ly«^" she managed to sny. "i'll go utter Jerry's In bed, an' the supper's over." Bo it came to pass that nightfall found Polly Hopkins struggling up the hill to the railroud tracks. She turned south on the boulevard und stole cau tiously along tire edge of the road. She had no desire to meet Old Marc or Evelyn. As she went on she mur mured to herself some of the love words Granny Hope had planted In her memory, and when she turned Into the carriageway lending to the Rob ertson home, she held her head a little higher und walked with less nervous ness. Around and around the house she crept, until with trepidation she mounted the steps leading to the front porch and tiptoed to a long French window. It was partly open and there, seated before a table, was the man she sought. Polly knocked once, but the sound was so faint Robert did not hear It. "Hist," came from between Polly's lips, and the young man glanced up. At the sight of her he got to his feel slowly. Then Polly shoved the win dow open a crack and squeezed into the room. A strange mixture of conflicting ex pressions swept over his face, hut pleasure at the sight of her predomi nated them nil. "Pollyop!" he exclaimed, "Polly Hopktns. what's the matter?" "Old Marc's goin' to turn us all out. mister," she whispered huskily, search ing his face, "an' Daddy sent me to ask you to help us." Robert drew one hand across bis brow helplessly. "I've said everything 1 could to make him understand the crime of It all," he apologised. "He's like a crazy man ! 1 can't see how he cau think of such a thing, even though your i<eo ple were willing to go, Polly." "We ain't ; we can't go," site replied, quivering. "There ain't a place In the world for squatters but the SI leu t City." "I know It," he returned gloomily. "And can't Love do uothln' for us?" Implored the girl. ' Granny Hope says it can, an' once 1—-I heard you say 'twas the—the—" Just at that moment the sound of footsteps was heard outside In the hall. Robert thrust out his hand, grasped Polly by the shoulders, and In another moment she found herself behind the thick curtain hanging In heavy folds over rows of books which rose to the celling. The door opened; and Perclval spun around to meet Marcus MacKenzIe. He crashed down his embarrassment and offered his visitor a chair. "Evelyn sent me for a book," Mar cus explained. "Pardon me for dis turbing you. old chap." "Sit down," Robert requested with ap effort. Marcus shook his head. "I can't," he replied. Eve and I are voofablng over something. I told her Pit get a book and come right back." He made a movement to walk to ward t'<e book shelves; But Robert stopped htm. ior n»w- « mc24-6t* "You've got to sit down," be mid gruffly. "I want to talk to you." "In a minute, then," returned Mar cus. "I'll get the book first." Very white, Robert walked before MacKenzIe to the bookcase. Then with one sweep of his arm he moved aside the curtain and with It—Polly Hopkins. He could feel beneath the thick Material the slender, quivering body. And there, as the two men stood facing the shelves laden with the masterpieces of the world, and Marcus was running his eye up and down, Robert felt that first wonder ful protective love that comes to a man when be is shielding a woman, "Evelyn said It was here," observed MacKenzIe carelessly. "Let me look! A—B—C—Hera's D, It ought to be on this shelf." * He read aloud the names of the hooks under his eye while still the strong band of his companion held up the curtain and the girl, "Ah, here It is," came in exclatna tlon. "There 1 Thank», Bob! Now HI sit down a minute," He walker! hack to the table, and Perclval carefully dropped the drap eries, Keeping his eye on the other man's back, Ire ran his fingers over the curtain until he came to the curly head of Folly Hopkins. Two tender pats fell upon It. Then he, too, crossed to the center of the room. "You're a hospitable chap. Bob," laughed Marcus. "Heigh-ho! but to day I've been some busy. I'll bet you a quarter of a dollar It won't be three nionths before I get every squatter off that shore. The fact of it Is. I've only got to catch Hopkins, and the rest'll be easy. He's a bud actor; and that girl of his Is a saucy baggage." "Sire's a very good girl," Robert In terposed In (leap tones, "and very pret ty, too." The bookcase draperies moved ever so little. Polly Hopkins almost burst with Joy when she heard those words. "Pretty enough, Î suppose," Marcus conceded, "but not good. She's like the rest—bad clean through." The curtains moved a little more; and Robert euught the sway of them out of the tall of Ids eye. He felt that If MucKenzle did not go soon, he would throw him out. What the girl would do If Marc started a-tirnde against her futlier, Robert did not dare contem plate. "Look here, Marc," he burst forth, "you're nil wrong about those people, nil dead wrong. They don't harm any one, as I can see. Why can't you live and let live?" His eyes Hashing, Marcus stood up. "No harm, no harm, you say," lié flared. "Why. they steal everything In sight, and In a few more years there won't be a fish left In the lake. There ; || spy a on 1 * I '-j V] Ky m 7Â M ✓ . ; ft ! ! 1\ 1 n Robert Drew One Hand Across His Brow Helplessly. won't be anything to catch In season or out, If tire squatters keep up their Infernal pouching. Hunting and fish ing ure for gentlemen, my dear Boh! Don't forget that !" "Gentlemen he d—d !" ejaculated Robert, ami then the curtains swrytsl so that he got to his feet and started toward the door. "Marc.'' lie continu«*!, "perhaps we can't agree on this matter at all, but 1 really do want a heart-to-heart talk with you about It. But not now! The fact Is 1 was busy when you came In—" "Thinking up a few more pleas for the squatters, eh?" the other man teaser!. "Well, old fellow, just remem ber this. I've got at least twenty-five men watching everything that s«ump of a Hopkins does, and when I get something on him, there w«>n't be twen ty-four hours between that time and his arrest." ' Robert almost shoved the speaker out of the door; but Marcus only chuckled good-naturedly as he went away. When Robert turned the key In the lt>ck, he stood quite stl.V, breath ing hard. From behind the curtain, Polly thrust «nit her head, her small face wrinkled and tears standing thick In her eyes. "I'm a-goln' after that pup an' swat htm," abe hissed storndly. "He lies when he says rpy daddy's a scamp." Perclval lifted a precautionary hand. "Not too loud," he warned. "Come here." She went slowly forward, her head hanging; but when he held out his han<ia she snatched them and bent her curly head over the strong Angers and klsaed them passionately. MERIDIAN, IDANV« "Poor little girl, poor little Polly," murmured Robert, brokenly. Then a* »lie swayed toward Jilin, his anna wen* around her, and for a moment he pressed her head against his breast. "Polly, Polly op," be whispered, kiss ing her hair. "Oh, God, If I owned that lake property Pd—Pd—" A certain deep tone in bis vote« brought op Pollyop's head, and sba saw In his eyes an expression that made her struggle from his arms. Fleeing to the porch window, she was gone before Robert could stop her. * * I "Bob's a queer fish. Eve," laughed MacKenzIe. as he came Into the music room where Evelyn Robertson was waiting for him. "If I hadn't kept my temper Just now, we should have parted bad friends." "That's like you, dear," she smiled. "But then, of course, yon wouldn't let him bother you. Fussing about the squatters again, I suppose." Evelyn took bis big fingers in her hand and occupied herself in examin ing the white spots on one of the pol ished nails. "My big man mustn't mind Bobs," she exclaimed persuasively, noting the frowning lines that had come In his face. "He's sentimental, Robert Is, full of half-baked notions about broth erly love and helping the downtrodden, and that sort of thing." The man laughed Indulgently. It delighted him to have the çlrl of his choice express hfs own sentiments so well. "You precious ! "They enn't fool my Eve much, can they?" By a simple twist of his wrist he captured her hand. Then he took up a favorite topic with new zest. "I want to Improve my property, dear. The Silent City's an eyesore I If I could get the squatters off the lake aide and buy the Bennett farm, I could make my place the handsomest In tire county." At the suggestion about Oscar's fnrm, a different light flashed Into the girl's eyes. Her hand twitched in he murmured. hla. "That would be wonderful, dear," she ejaculated. "If—If the squatters weren't there, you could make a veiy lovely drive right along where their road runs, couldn't you?" This imd been MacKenzIe's idea, also. What a capable girl Eve was I lie took her pretty face between his hands and kissed her once and then again and again. "You darling!" he murmured. "You're the wisest little woman In the world ! My whole ambition is to make our home just to suit you. I was talk ing to one of those landscape chaps up at the college the other day, and he said the lake section could be made charming. We can build our house on the hill Just nbove there !" "And the farm," Evelyn Interposed, "that would Just round out your place perfectly. Oh, honey, do that right away. Mr. Bennett will ask more for It as soon as you get rid of the squat ters." Marcus lighted a cigarette thought fully. "The Bennett farm wouldn't be of any use to me," he explained slowly, "unless I can make a clean sweep of the whole thing. It's a crime, I tell you, Evelyn. Think of It ! I hud to send out of the county to get my men to watch those fellows down there. Itlmca makes me tired. It's a good thing I came back to put some snap Into the fight against the squatters." The girl's white lids made a curtain between his shining eyes and her own. Evelyq was wishing, oh, how very much she desired that Marcus would huy the farm. Then Oscar could leave the country, and In another state he would set her free ! She studied Mac KenzIe's face covertly through half closed eyes, considering what to soy and how to sny it. MacKenzIe flung his cigarette Into the grate. He found the suggestion of her veiled look so nllurlng that he gathered her into his arms and rained kisses upon her face. "1 love you so, sweet, I çould almost eat you !" he panted. Â happy sigh, like the perfumed breath of a rose, slipped from her parted lips, and when she laughed again, his d«*ep chuckles joined hers. "Look at me, durit. I love you, little girl." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Traded Pipes for Land. The clay pipe Industry of Bristol, Eng., which Is now entirely closed down, dates back to the Seventeenth century, when large quantities of Brlstol-uiade pipes were exported to the American colonies. 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