«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
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
A »«und of boots moving on hoards
was hi* only answer. Folly coughed
"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
' «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
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
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.
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
?. 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.
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
"Oh, I couldn't never go to 'lin,
Daddy honey," she murmured. "Please,
"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
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
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
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
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
"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
"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
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
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
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
He made a movement to walk to
ward t'<e book shelves; But Robert
ior n»w- «
"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
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
"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
Robert Drew One Hand Across His
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
"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
' 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
From behind the curtain, Polly
thrust «nit her head, her small face
wrinkled and tears standing thick In
"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.
"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.
"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
"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
"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
At the suggestion about Oscar's
fnrm, a different light flashed Into
the girl's eyes. Her hand twitched in
"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
Marcus lighted a cigarette thought
"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.)
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