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THE LEXINGTON LEADER
'
.Polly
I J^Grace Miller White
JlJustratecl ^RHLivlntfstone.
Copyright by i^tle|j3rowTi and Compary j
"A ANGEL"
•TNOP8I8.—Occupying a dilapi-
date shack In the Silent City, a
iquattar settlement near Ithaca.
New York, Polly Hopkins llvea
with her father, email Jerry, and
an old woman, Oranny Hope. On
an adjacent farm, Oscar Bennett,
prosperous farmer, la a neighbor.
He fe s«-retly married to Evelyn
Ruteitson, aupposedly wealthy girl
of the neighborhood. Polly alone
knows ttielr secret. Marcus Mac-
Kenzle, whe owns the ground the
squatters occupy, is their deter-
mined enemy. Polly overhears a
conversation between MacKenzle
and a stranger. In which the for
mer avows his Intention of driv-
ing the squatters from his land
The atranger sympathize* with the
squatters, and earns Polly's grati-
tude. Evelyn Robertson discovers
from her mother that they are not
rich, aa she supposed, but practi-
cally living on the bounty of Rob-
ert Perclval, Evelyn's cousin Pol-
ly learns from Evelyn that the
sympathetic stranger Is Robert
Perclval. Evelyn charges Polly
with a message to Bennett telling
him she can give him no more
money, and urging hlni to be pa-
tient. She already bitterly regrets
her Infatuation with and marriage
to the Ignorant farmer.
CHAPTER IV—Continued.
Polly hesitated a moment, coughed
and cleared her throat.
"A little milk for Jerry, please," she
•uggested, extending her can.
Bennett snatched It from her hand.
"Good God, you squatters're nothing
tout beggars," he grumbled, but be-
cause he was eager to get her message,
he filled the pull full. Smilingly Polly
took It back.
"I'm thankin' you, Oscar." she
jurgled, "an' now uiebbe a fresh egg
for Oranny Hope?"
He made an angry motion with his
hand.
"Up In that box," he snapped. "Then
tell what you came for! VVhat'd Eve
•ay?"
"Your woman sent word by me," she
ftcgan
"Tell It, and don't be all day about
«t." ordered the farmer.
Pollyop took a couple of steps back-
ward toward the door, ready to fly if
Oscar showed any signs of unusual
wrath.
"She sold you wasn't to write her
any more letters," she repliwl. "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 the lan-
tern. Polly looked at him pleadingly.
"She Just can't get another cent."
•he returned, "an' she's feelln' terrible
toad about It."
Although he had not finished his
task, Bennett Jumped up from his
•tool, and one step took him very close
io the nervous young speaker.
"She can't, eh?" he cried. "She
means she w n't, I gueHS. By God, she
will, or I'll come out with the whole
thing. You go and tell her so. She's
jot rich folks, and I didn't marry her
to keep quiet all my life. Tell her
-either she conies home here to me.
or she pays up. If she pays " he
■paused, then laughed. "Oh, yon need-
't look as If I was goln' to swat you
•ne, Pollyop," he went on, "but as I
was savin', If she pays up and I get
rid of her, then—me for you, Polly
Hopkins."
His voice was harsh snd his man-
ners rough. Polly retreated to the
threshold.
"The time's here," Oscar went on.
"when both you women will be leup-
<ng to my gad. There! Get home and
«ay to my lady Just what I said—"
again he 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 Evelyn Robertson didn't want
to live with such a man!
"And you can tell her to come to-
night at nine o'clock, to Granny nope's
old shack," he proceeded. "I want to
talk to her. Now get along and don't
tome around after any more milk, or
I'll throw you out of the barn."
G'ad to be gone. Polly passed out to
the lane. In a little ravine at her left
« noisy stream rumbled down the hill.
With wistful eyes she watched It
through the fast gathering dusk flow
• way to the lake. It was then she saw
something moving about in a small
pool of water In a rock basin. Care-
fully she put the milk and eggs on a
bit of smooth turf. Down the hank
the slipped, and there In the falling
(loom, struggling In the water, was a
baby lamb. Pollyop tucked her skirts
up about her waist and waded Into the
w t r. Several times she fell, and,
dripping wet, scrambled up again.
When she pulled the lamb to the hank,
■he dropped to the ground, gasping
for breath.
"Poor little duffer," she mnrn.ured
"You was 'most gone, wasn't you?
Come on home with Pollyop an' get
< oved up a bit I"
In the road she picked up the pall,
lipped the eggs Into the milk and
went swiftly down the lane, the lamb
under one arm. Polly's heart sang
with gladness. Out of the rigors of
the Storm country, out of the cold
ravine water, she had found another
little thing to care for.
Jeremiah Hopkins and I.arry Bishop
were In the shack when Polly arrived
with her burdens. With much pride
she displayed the lamb; then she 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
bed. and Granny Hope was made com-
fortable In a chair by the stove, where
she soon nodded off to sleep. Then,
the lamb in her lap and the billy goat
at her knee, Pollyop sat down on the
edge of her cot, facing the two men.
She knew by the dark expressions on
their faces that a question of import
hail come up.
"Me an' Larry, brat, nave been try-
In' to think of some way of gettln' rid
of Old Marc," began Hopkins grimly.
Nervous brown fingers plucked at
the lamb's wool as Polly, going white,
stared at her father.
"You don't mean hurtin' him. Daddy
dear, do you?" she broke out. "Oh, If
that's what you're tnlkin' about, don't
do It. Don't do It, lmddy! Something
beautiful Is goin' to happen 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 Ills pre-
vented Hopkins from indulging his
desire to laugh. Polly turned and
looked at I.arry. His dark face was
heavy with frown and deep, grief-cut
lines,
"There ain't any angels anywhere
hut up there," muttered I.arry Bishop,
making an upward thrust with his
thumb.
"Yep, there Is. Larry," contradicted
Polly Impetuously. "I seen one. He's
blgger'n you an' Daddy put together,
I guess; an' his face looks like the
sun, all shiny an' bright. He says the
squatters has to have a place to live
In Just like other folks, an' he won't
let Old Marc run us out of the Silent
City. Mehhe after a while, when he
gets to workin' for us, you can hunt
an' fish Just the same as ever!"
Hopkins looked al his daughter as
If she had lost her mind.
"What's eatlu' you, brat?" he
grunted.
"Nothin'." replied Polly, "hut I know
what I heard."
"Spiel It out to us," put In Bishop
eagerly.
Then Polly told tliein. Both men
laughed.
"Why, he's got more mone.v'n Old
Marc, Poll," snapped Hopkins, "It's
Just because we don't happen to he set-
tin' on his ground that he ain't want-
in' us off."
It was quite evident that both the
fishermen were of one opinion. Polly
//
It Was Quite Evident That Both th<
Fishermen Were of One Opinion.
got up and placed the lamb in a corner
of the wood-box.
"I bet a eel he helps us squatters,
though," she 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 nothin' harm-
ful to him. Let the other man look
after us. There! Kiss this here book,
an' you'll both feel better."
There was something compelltr.g
about the girl. It may have been the
tones of her voice, wonderfully sweet
and tremendously earnest. It way
hare Been brilliant (mile she
flashed upon her listeneis. At any
rate, the mayor of the Silent City and
Larry Bishop, his henchmmi, repeated
In dull apathy the oath she dictated to
them, the words that made the Storm
country a safe habitation for Marcus
MacKenzle. Then both men reverently
kisseu the Bible and foil back limply
In their chairs.
Polly kissed the ragged edges of the
book too, theu she turned to Hopkins.
"Daddy, honey, I'm goln' out. Give
your kid a lovln' smack. I'll he back
quicker'u the billy goat can blink."
CHAPTER V.
The afternoon had been usplensant
for both Mrs. Robertson and her
daughter. The lady was studiously Icy
to Evelyn, and the girl was utterly
miserable. Robert Perclval was away
with MacKenzle. In his absence, al-
though the two women ate dinner to-
gether and kept each ot'.ier company
afterward In the drawing room, their
conversation was limit -d to the sim-
plest commonplaces. The return of the
men eased the tension. Perclval ex-
cused himself almost at once to write
some letters, and as MacKenzle made
evident his eagerness to get Evelyn by
herself, Mrs. Robertson seized a
chance to steal away to her own room.
For some time after her departure
the girl and the man were silent. This
was the first ti'.ne In Marc's life that
his heart had been really touched hy
a woman, and in spite of his years
and experience, he was almost as
bashful as a young boy.
At length their eyes met. and the
girl's lowered, while the color mount-
ed in a flood to her hair.
The man was hy her side in an in
stant. lie had read In the shy. retreat-
ing glance what he longed to see.
"Em 'yn ! I—I—I—believe you care
for me, I really believe you do," he
exclaimed "You do, sweet V" he de-
manded, his voice trembling.
"Yes," whispered Evelyn.
"Now, Isn't it strange," asked Mar-
cus, after they took up their conversa-
tion again, "that wljile 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 always," confessed Evelyn,
with a growing flush.
What a fortunate man Marcus Mac-
Kenzle considered himself Just at that
moment! He had won the prettiest
girl in Ithaca ; and she loved him.
"And to think I only came home
last night," he exulted. "This time
yesterday you were free, my Eve. At
this moment no power can take you
away from me."
Dreadful recollections of Oscar In-
truded upon Evelyn's new happiness.
Oh. if she only had the courage to tell
Marcus! Would he keep on loving her
and help her to get free, or would he
She glanced Into his face. There
were upon It the marks of breeding,
of pride in himself, his wealth, posi-
tion and power. She knew how highly
he regarded the conventions of society.
If she should disclose to him the
secret of her marriage to the farmer,
he would see nothing but the blot upon
her and turn away In disgust. No, she
couldn't tell him. Despair over-
whelmed her and made MacKenzie's
arms burdensome. With an effort she
smiled faintly and withdrew from him.
"I don't want to let you go. darling."
he laughed. "Tt seems like a beautiful
dream 1"
Eve wished passionately that she
were at liberty to make the dream
come true.
"You are 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 and sank down upon
the floor at Mrs. Robertson's side.
"I've told him I'd marry him," she
said, with trembling lips. "Mother
j dear, oh. please, mother dear, don't
j vou think you could borrow some mon-
ey from Robert for me? I must have
! it. After I'm married to Marcus. I
could get It all back for you. 1 know
j I could. I've Just got to have a lot
of money, and you can't expect me to
ask Marcus."
Mrs. Robertson drew awnv with a
shiver.
"If you so forgot yourself your
family and your name as to do such a
thing. I should disown yon. Evelyn,"
she said, finality in her tones.
Evelyn rose wearily. She could
Imagine the heights of her mother's
scorn if she discovered the actual sit-
uation. She felt that she would rather
tell MacKenzie than the unsympa-
thetic. frowning woman In the 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 hook and
J gazed sternly at her daughter over the
top of it.
"Very well. Evelyn," she said, un-
, graciously. "You're of are If that's
the way you feel about It. there's noth
1 Ing more to be said."
Whereupon the speaker began to
read, and a very hopeless girl cr< pt
out of the room
When Evelyn was repairing the rav-
ages made by her emotions Polly
Hopkins crept into the Robertson gar-
den. Her fear of Mrs. Robertson was
mlngieii with a thrilling happiness.
She had seen Granny Ho,.e anil Wee
Jerry eat the fresh eggs; Daddy's
promise would keep him out of trouble
with Old Marc; and the beautiful
stranger would help them!
She gave a piercing little trill, the
signal she had always used to call
Evelyn from the house. Almost at once
a figure stepped from the door to the
porch directly In front of her, and ter-
rified, she shrank back ainjng the
vines and clung there.
Silhouetted against the bright light
wa Robert Perclval. He «to<>d gazing
straight ahead of him at the dark
driveway, but turned when Evelyn ap-
peared beside him. Polly beard tin
murmur of their voices, that was all.
They then disappeared Into the house,
Evelyn laughingly pushing the soldier
ahead of her. Quickly the girl came
cut again; and Polly couhl hear her
swift-coining breaths as she ran softly
down the steps.
"Shush." hissed Polly Hopkins.
"Lordy, I was scured to death some
one'd catch me."
"Pollyop," questioned Evelyn anxious-
ly. "What'd he say? Was he angry?"
Their beads were very close to-
gether, and Polly gave the message In
a low tone.
"He wants you to come to Granny
Hope's hut at nine o'clock tonight, an'
1 guess you best do it. He's as mad as
ever a man can he."
"I'm afraid." Evelyn wailed. "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-
lii' right In your house here, I guess,
if you don't. You come along, an' at
nine o'clock I'll hike over an' get
In the hut too. Say, wh.v can't you
talk just a little nicer to him? Granny
Hope's got a Bible, an' it says when a
feller hurls you, speak kind of soft
back, an' lie won't have nothin' more
to say. Ilist! What's that noise?
Scoot."
Before Evelyn could say another
word, the squatter girl sl oped away
among the shadows. Tit other, al-
Helps
SPLENDID FOR THE GARDEN
Flower Known as "Painted Tongue"
Will Well Repay Time and
Trouble Bestowed on It.
No more gorgeous bed for August
and September and until the hard
frost comes in October can be planted
than one of the Painted Tongue, Sal-
plglossls, the flower with the veins of
gold. Tills annual is one of the most
beautiful of the summer flowers and
Is not often met with, although florists
are using it very largely for cut flow-
ers the last two years; its gorgeous,
purple, maroon, scarlet, rose and
bronze shades, all with veins showing
a glint of gold, a metallic shimmer
found In no other flower, making a
brilliant display when cut.
Tiie Improved forms show a great
Increase In size over the older forms
and resemble the finer petunias in
general appearance, although the
blooms are more trumpet shaped than
those of the petunia. 'Hie Painted
Tongue Is a native of Chili.
One reason for the rare appearance
of the Painted Tongue in the garden
is that many people have tried to grow
It and have had difficulty. It should
not be coddled. Planted indoors to
get an early start, they have a disap-
pointing habit of dying off inexpllca-
JUST DRAGGED
SO WEAKENED
Florida Lady Was In a Miserable Con,
dition, But Sayt She Found Cardui
Helpful, and Got Well.
Blountstown, Fla.—In explaining how
she found Cardui so helpful during
change of life, Sirs. Ella M. Bailey, of
this place, said:
"I became so weakened it was an ef-
fort for me to get around. I knew
what was the matter, but I felt like
I couldn't give up.
"1 Just dragged, and I certainly was
nervous. I was so restless I could not
sit down long—yet so weak I couldn't
get about. It Is a most miserable and
such a helpless feeling.
"I would get depressed and out of
heart.
"I began to feel, after awhile, there
was no use to try to get well. This
Is all wrong, for It makes a person
worse.
"I had heard of Cardui, and thought
It might strengthen me. A neighbor
had used it with good results.
"I took one bottle (of Cardui), then
1 I saw J wasn't so nervous, so kept It
I up.
"Gradually the nervousness left me.
! I began to eat and sleep better. Was
j soon well, and all right.
| "Cardui did wonders for me, and I
! certainly do recommend It."
i Thousands of other women have
written, to tell of the beneficial results
obtained by taking Cardui, and to rec-
ommend it to others.
Cardui lias stood the test of exten-
sive use, for more than forty years,
In the treatment of troubles common
to women.
Good druggists, everywhere, sell
Cardui, the woman's tonic. Try it.
Chronic
Constipation
art thorn t K*
tlx «/ lomli™
Nujol is a lubricant—not
a medicine or iaxativ
■o cannot gripe.
When you are constipat-
ed, there is not enough
lubricant produced by
your system to keep the
food waste soft. Doctors
prescribe Nujol because
its action is so close to
natural lubricant.
Try it today.
SALP1GL05.S15 - AN ATTRACTIVE
ANNUAL BEMJTIFULL-y VEINEO
"WITH GLINT OF GOLD
The Painted Tongue.
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 lips, passed in-
to the music room.
Billy-goat Hopkins hail blinked many
times before his little mistress came
home. Larry Bishop had gone to his
lonely hut. and Daddy Hopkins and
Granny Hope were do/Ing in front
of Hie stove.
In nervous tension Polly watched the
clock crawl along toward the hour of
the meeting between Oscar and Evelyn.
About a quarter to nine, she stole out
of doors.
By familiar paths, slipping past a
shanty here and there. Pollyop came
at length upon a lonely shack set
on a point by Itself. She went around
to the back, opened the door, and once
within the room touched a match to «
small candle which she had taken
from her pocket, and sat down quietly.
When Oscar Bennett stepped info the
hut. he uttered an oath. He was not
expecting to see Polly Hopkins.
"My lady won't come, eh?" he de-
manded gruffly.
"Oh, she's coniln' all right." an-
swered Polly "but she were afraid.
So I came along to see she got home
safe."
A loud laugh fell from Bennett's
lips.
"You're a clever kid, Poll.vop." ht
said, more affably. "Cunning as a
weasel, d—d if you aint! Sit down. 1
won't bile yon!"
Polly squatted on the floor hv the
old table; and Oscar eased him-elf
gingerly down onto a rickety bench.
"I bet she was scared pink at what
I fold you to tell er," he hurst out af
ter a while. "She's about the most
lll.v-llvered woman I ever sa v."
For the space of a few second* Pollv
looked at the speaker. Then:
"I'm thinkiir she ain't lovln' vou no
more Oscar, an' a woman without love
In her ain't worth nothin'.",
There was no smlie "ti the lovely
fnc$ when the words' were finished.
She had spoken the truth, and Oscnr
Bennett knew it
"I've been a fool. I guess " be ejac-
ulated. "a perfect fool! I might better
'ti' married you, Pollyop Since yon
w as knee hi :h to u grasshopper, I've
had a leaning toe aril -on B\ now I'd
hail a hoipe and some comfort."
His glowing eves were upon her,
and for an instant Polly lost her
breath.
bl.v after they are transplanted into
their beds, leaving blank spots and
ruining the appearance. Too much
coddling is the trouble. They should
be raised outdoors. It is best to wait
until May and plant them In the open.
The seed Is fine and germinates quick-
ly and should be scattered thinly
where the plants are to stand and
thinned to 15 inches apart. A pinch
of seed scattered at 14-Inch intervals
would solve the problem, thinning to
the healthiest plants lit the colony.
They can he transplanted successfully
If moved witli a good bull of dirt so
the roots are not disturbed too much,
j Their growth is surprisingly slow at
the start and they seem to liuvc de-
cided to stand still. It may take
them a month or more to reach a
height of three inches, but after that
they start a sprint if the weather is
warm and by August will reach a
height of from 2 feet to 30 inches.
They need a rich soil and It is well
to allow two or three plants to stand
in eacli little colony to select the
sturdiest as even with this care some
of them are likely to give up the
ghost. They resent any check in
growth which is one reason why they
stand transplanting badly. Give them
liberal cultivation and plenty of wa-
ter and you will have a wonderful
siieet of bloom.
The Orderly Country Town.
The ordinary country town can not
expect to present a tine appearance as
the result of having many costly edi-
fices. It may have some handsome
buildings, hut It usually cunnot Invest
any great amount in expensive archi-
tecture and building materials. It has
to acquire a pleasing appearance in
other ways largely by a scrupulous
cure of its business buildings, homes
and streets, with the patient effort to
beautify the same.
Property that is kept in perfect re-
pair has a finish and trimness about
It that counts more than costly archi-
tecture. You see many towns where
a great ileal has been spent on ornate
and elaborate buildings, but where
the streets are not kept Clean, and
where many people still tolerate dis-
orderly conditions. A place like that
looks far inferior to many simply
built country towns which are care-
fully maintained.—Louisville (Texas)
Enterprise.
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I.PsU:li..cUf.N. TI
"If you fet to iwtt lomtanl,
Oscar, swat me!*'
(TO BE CONTINUES.)
Aid to Prayer.
Prayer Is always most effective when
mixed with equal parts of sweat—
Baltimore Sun.
Reminder of "Cattle Lifting."
| A singular uatural curiosity located
j In the valley of the Annan in Scotland
{ is what Is known as the Devil's Beef-
| tub. It is in the form of a hollow or
! basin, surrounded by high hills which
1 make it so secluded a spot that a
large number of persons can conceal
themselves in it and remain unseen by
others in the immediate neighborhood.
In ancient times It was frequently
used as a hiding place for stolen
cattle, and It is this fact which has
given it its name.
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Soap.— Cuticura
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Would You Pay $25 to $40 Per Acre
for Land in Southwest Texas ?
Artesian water, rich, loamy soil Wonderful
climate the year arm.ruL These lands produce
from $i;o to $joo per acre tiich year. Write
for free literature, giving FACTS first hand.
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Denison, Mrs. E. A. The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 32, No. 8, Ed. 1 Monday, June 26, 1922, newspaper, June 26, 1922; Lexington, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110964/m1/3/: accessed April 16, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.