The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 32, No. 21, Ed. 1 Monday, October 2, 1922 Page: 6 of 8
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Thousands of women have kidney and
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by Grace Miller White
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A. D. Mane Solves Abov9
ME BANE Is to Cot I on Seed what
Sterling is to Silverware, a guarantee
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WITHIN A BRIGHT RED CIRCLE,
which will be upon every sack, and
She stoofied and smoothed back the
bnir from Evelyn'* wet brow.
"Vow, while I'm gone you Just lay
qui. 1 like, Hskln' Jesus every minute
Ihui your nun'll be lillt'.n' here faster n
a crow can fly."
Evelyn raised her head
"KIsi nie, Polly dear," she begged,
with «treaming eyes.
"All right!" muriTnred the squat-
ter girl. "Klsses're mighty coiufortln'.
Slie stooped and laid her lips on
Evelyn's and, turning swiftly, left the
room. Evelyn heard her snuffing the
miotics outside nnd then heard the
lilt' h click as Pollyop closed the door
Bounding out Into the snow, Pollyop
noe l tt"«ugh the road toward Blsli
op'*- lull, for she had decided to speak
to him before going on. She lifted
the latch and peeped In.
I.arry sat by the stove, pulling his
pipe. He gave her but n glance then
dropped his head mournfully.
"Where's lift*. I.arry?" Polly asked
In n hissing whisper.
"Gone home," came In n grunt.
"He's sick to Ids stummlck, an" so be
I I'm most froze, too."
With her hand on the latch of the
rt.'or which she had closed against
the storm, the girl stood in shivering
Indecision. She felt Intuitively the
li ner emotions going nn Inside the
stolid speaker. She wanted to throw
her arms about him and tell him all
that had passed In her home during the
la-1 hour. But If she did, Larry would
take the blame of the crime on him-
self. Of course he would I Polly Hop-
kins knew the heart of I.arry Bishop
as If she bad made it herself from
God's own day. If the person In her
shack had been Old Marc, he would
have had no compunction In putting
him out of the way, but a wotaan
"1 don't want you for anything to-
night. Larry Bishop," she broke out,
fumbling with the latch. "An', mind
you, dearie, never tell nobody you an'
Lye swiped Old Marc's woman. That's
a promise, Larry, ain't It?"
"Yep," replied Bishop, nauseated
"Then go to bed an' sleep!" returned
Pollyop. "You'll get wann, an'—an'
I'll see you tomorrow-—mehbe. I won't
be needln' you In my shanty tonight."
Then she went swiftly out. slammed
the door and was away like a winter
bird, before the squatter could ques-
Bwlftly she ran on, her hair almost
on end because, to save her friends,
she must face the haughty MacKen-
Ize himself. It had been her cruelty
that had prompted their act, and now,
besides saving Evelyn, slie must shield
thein. The neater she came to the
MacKenzle house, the harder her heart
pounded, with dread at the task before
In the meantime Marcus MacKenzle
and his wife's mother were together,
the lady stretched out on the divan,
and Marcus pacing the floor. Siuce
MacKenzle had left the Hopkins shack,
| lie had ridden madly over the hills,
' arglng every man available to help
him find his wife. Secretly be had
wept tears such as never had poured
lir.ini his eyes before In all his super-
j tlllous days.
Having set In motion what aid he
rould summon from town and coun-
try, he had come back home to the
I hysterical mother. He had no com-
forting assurances to give her. or any
! to allay the burning grief within him-
self. Evelyn had disappeared s If
| the ground had opened and swallowed
I er up. He paused In front of Mrs.
j Robertson, his dark, handsome face
! working painfully.
"You're very sure she was feeling
j well Just before she went out?" he
Inquired. "She didn't act as If she
' had anything to worry over?"
Mrs. Bobertson used her handker-
chief before she answered.
"I can't think of anything." she hes-
itated. "unless It was about Bob. Late-
1 ly he's been so different. I asked Eve
one day " She broke off and din-
j solved In tears.
44 Yes, you asked her one (Joy
i what?" MacKenzle urged.
"It was about Bob," continued the
weeping lady. "Eve thought he was
suffering over—over "
"Well I" snapped Marcus.
Would the woman never cease her
wife had to be tormented like that!"
That be had started the rumpus and
done his full half of the quarreling
uever occurred to biro. He wus de-
termined to find some one to blaine
for Ilia wife's disappearance.
"Well, there's one thing certain,"
lie ejaculated, after measuring the
room several times with long strides,
"1 can't stay here, but good (iod! 1
don't know where to go."
A deep groan fell from his Hps, and
lie began with heavy tread to walk
up and down again.
"Can't you think of any place she
might have gone?" he begged. "You
know all her friends. Where would
she go If she hud determined to leave
"Leave home?" gasped Sirs. Rob-
ertson, her Jaw dropping.
"Yea!" faltered Marcus. "I don't
know whether she told you or not,
but we bad some words before I start-
ed for Cortland."
"Of course she didn't tell me," came
from behind the lady's handkerchief.
"She never tells me anything, hut I
heard It. You were quarreling over
the squatters, and I11 Eve's condition,
I think you might spare her a little.
—She's not strong! Bo much wrang-
ling makes her sick!—1 wish Bob were
home. Oh, dear, I can't stand It."
"It's Bob that's made all this trou-
ble," snarled Marcus. "He's spent
several months trying to circumvent
me about the squatters, and Eve and
I would have had no quarrels at all
If he had attended to his own af-
He spoke moodily, conscious that he
bad treated his wife harshly, yet un-
willing to admit it.
Mrs. Bobertson, touched with the
same feeling, sat up, wiping her face
was losing ids inlnd. Polly thought
by the blunk expression of his face
that Ids wits had gone completely.
Ignoring the ivomau vrhoni she de-
tested, she went rapidly to MacKen-
"I had her roped up In the lied when
you was there tonight, mister," she
told him, the words tumbling over
each other In the huste of confession.
"1 were goin' to chop lker bead off to
get even with you. But—but—my dead
Granny Hope, an' the Biggest Mam-
my In All the World wouldn't let me."
It seemed au eternity to the quak
Ing young speaker before Marcus
threw up his head and took a long
"Sh«—she's alive?" he demanded
hoarsely. "You're very sure she isn't
dead? Girl," lie bounded up and
grasped l'ollyop's ami, "If you lie to
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shock of surprise. She had heard It | ed fof charter for UIl American
so often In strident abuse I Now It Qn m Korea by the Legion's
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Down the hill through the furry | ong eUglble for membership in
Hakes of snow the strong horses picked u and the nppUcatlon beurs all
their way. Once the cutter nearly I ^ name8
through hi" mini*, his thoughts flew to
the squatter's nut w here bis frail young
wife awaited him
"Come along quickly," M said, go-
ing directly to I'olly.
How changed he swmed, how gea-
tle be was as he took hold of her arin
nnd led her away; and so preoccupied
was she with this thought that the
beauty of the clothes which she wore
uiude no Impression upon her. She
wondered dully when MucKenzie lifted
her bodily into the sleigh and the
coachman chirruped to the horses, just
what he Intended to do with Lor to-
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•Why Didn't You Tell Me So Before7"
Cried the Man Turning on Her
upon the back of the sack. OVKll 111S ; jveriasting crying and gjve him a clue
SIGNATURE, will bo the trademark If she had one?
with his words of caution, thut only j "Weill" be goaded her on more furl-
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squatters had about broken the boy's
"Rubbish I" exclaimed MacKenzle.
"Eve wouldn't waste her time worry-
ing over such rats. Bob's a fool, I've
discovered!—Where Is he?"
"I don't know." answered Mrs. Rob-
ertson. "He goes away for days at a
time without saying a word to Eve
or me. And be looks perfectly dread
fuL I think Evelyn's grieved over
"Why didn't you tell me so before?"
tried the man. turning on her swiftly.
"I'd have soon made my young gentle-
man put on s smile, at least when
lie s home. It's a sbani* uyr poor
and brushing hack her hair. She, too,
remembered now all the bitter words
she had flung at her daughter.
"Marcus," she said. "If—we—get
Eve back again—"
"If we get liert" he Interjected, his
face going snow-white. "Of course,
we'll get her. Why say such ridiculous
things?" He turned away to hide the
emotion her tremulous question had
filled him with. "It will be my death
If we don't," he ended.
Mrs. Robertson raised on tier el-
"But Marcus," she exclaimed,
"there's been something on my mind
ever since—since— Oh, you don't
think the squatters have her, do you?"
"I don't know," moaned Marcus, and
be sat down quickly as if his legs
would no longer bear the weight of
| nts body.
And they were sitting thus, each
busy with his own unspeakable unhap-
plness, when the servant entered.
"There's a girl here, sir," she be-
gan, and Marcus sprang up.
"Bring her in," be cried. "Bring her
In Instantly r*
The maid hesitated.
"She's queer looking, sir." she said
timidly, "and she's wet through. She's
one of them squatters."
Bring her In. I said," ordered Mar-
cus once more, and the girl went out,
closing the door softly.
Pollyop crept into the warm room,
ber tectb chattering, her legs un-
steady. Her first glance fell upon
Mrs. Robertson who, when she saw
her, made a husky throat sound. Then
the brown, fearful eyes traveled to
the tall man, no longer an enemy to be
bated, merely a wounded human crea-
ture, like her dear ones In the Silent
City, to be loved and comforted.
"I got your woman In my shack,"
said Pollyop, straight to him, swallow-
"God be thanked." screamed Mrs.
Something snapped In MacKenlie's
head, and tor s moment be feaiad he
"1 ain't lyln' to you, mister," inter-
rupted I'olly dully. "You don't need
to be scared for Miss Eve, but now
you'd best come along to my hut an'
get her. She's mournin' for you In
Granny Hope's coop-hole, covered up
Something like a huge fist struck
MacKenzle. The conviction that the
squatter girl's words were true lifted
him Immediately from the bottom
depths of hopelessness. The sudden
inrush of Joyous relief brought with
It a mental Illumination, and he saw
himself as others had seen him. The
terrible, blighting uncertainty lie had
borne for a few maddening hours the
girl before him bad known for
months. If she *ere to blame for his
suffering, what was the measure of
his own responsibility?
He turned swiftly to Ills mother-in-
law and said huskily:
"Call some one to get this child
some dry clothes. Take anything of
Eve's you can find that will keep her
warm, and for God's sake, take those
ragged boots off her feet!" He sprang
to the bell. "I'll order the team."
When be Had given his orders to the
servant who appeared at the door, he
sank back into a chair, and Mrs. Rob-
ertson went swiftly out.
Utterly oblivious of the squatter
girl's presence, Marcus MacKenzle
burled his face In bis hands. The new
I'ollyop, the Polly of the Sun, crept
forward and touched him.
"Your woman's all right," she said
huskily. "Don't cry! She told me
about—about the little kid a-comin' In
the summer, an' she howled like mad
to come along with me. But I says to
her she couldn't walk all this way to
you without dyin'."
The soft tones vibrated sympathe-
tically as she voiced the assurances.
MacKenzle thrust up nis hand and
clutched the slim brown fingers.
'Tell me something about It while
we're alone," he whispered.
"Well, sir," she began, so low that
MacKenzle had to raise his head to
hear, "all the squatters hate yon, but
none of 'em was wicked like me. I
said, I did, that you couldn't be hurt
no way only through your woman, an'
an'—I was goin' to cut hbr head off
with the ax an' then sling 'er in the
lake. I s'pose I'm goin' to get sent up
for years, but I Just had to come and
Before MacKenzle, aghast at the
danger his dear one had faced, could
answer, Mrs. Robertson entered, fol-
lowed by Evelyn's maid.
I'll get my coat," exclaimed Mar-
cus, Jumping up. "Dress the girl warm
and send along Evelyn's fur motor
A furtive smile curled the maid's
lips as she helped pull off Jeremiah's
heavy coat, anil then grew broader
as I'ollyop slipped out of Daddy's
great boots. Yet the woman admitted
io herself as she dried the wet feet
and attired the squatter girl In her
mistress' beautiful clothes that she
was pretty, even prettier than Mrs.
When the robing process was fin-
ished, Mrs. Robertson glanced over the
little figure and grudgingly acknowl-
edged to herself that there was some-
thing of elegance in the girl's bearing,
even If she were a squatter.
Come here!" she said. A haughty
gesture indicated the spot. "Right
here before e."
Polly's shaking legs carried her
within a few Inches of the august
You're very sure, girl," asked Mrs.
Robertson, "that my daughter's safe
in your shaok? How did she come
Polly remembered Larry Bishop and
Lye Bracger. She had been Instru-
mental In bringing tbem within the
prison shadows, and If any one suffered
from the deed done that night, It must
not be her friends. She alone must
take the blame!
"I wheedled 'er there, ma'am," she
replied humbly. "I'm goin' to tell her
man all almut It."
Marcus entered and started back as
he caught sight of Polly. How beauti-
ful she was, bedecked In his wife's
clothes I Then It came to him that
even In her rags she had had a dls
tlnctlve loveliness. Both Bob and Eve-
i - /u Lbat nam* went
i i..o The local post will have
turned on lis side but righted Itself. |(s ,n Komli nrui |S being organ-
The Hopkins hut was dark when they jj l Swinehart, treasurer of
drove up before it. Marcus Jumped | ^Southern Presbyterian mission in
Into the snow, picked Polly out of the j that coimtry in-his'letter accompany-
cutter as If she had been a kitten, and j . U)e lippllcation for a charter, Mr.
waded through the drift to the uur" 1 Swlnehurt said: "Please have the ap-
row path leading Into tlie bouse.
He put the girl down before the
door, and turning, called to the coach-
"Drive the tenm down the road,
Hank, out of the wind! I'll call you
when I want you!"
It was l'ollyop's trembling hand that
unlatched the shanty door. It was
she who struck a match and touched
it to the candle. Then she pointed to
Granny Hope's room.
"She's In there, mister," she said,
trembling like an aspen leaf.
Then because she was about to face
an outraged wife in the presence of
a powerful husband, she sat down,
shaking with fear from bead to foot.
plication acted upon as quickly as pos-
sible, as we have good reason for
wanting to get busy and get the post
organized Into a going concern.'
The woman who always tells the
truth tells about nine unpleasant ones
out of a possible ten.
' simpFN nFPS
In the meanwhile a covered carriage
containing two men and a little boy
was making slow progress along the
drifted boulevard. About two miles
from Ithaca a double cutter, with
sleigh bells ringing, dashed by them,
the little light on the back of It glow-
ing like a steady red eye until a sharp
curve in the road blotted It from sight.
Somebody else out, if 'tis a bad
night," commented the older man, who
held the boy.
They went awful fast, too, Daddy
Hopkins," murmured the child. "Didn't
"Yep, son," was the reply. "Sleighs
go over the snow better'n wagons."
The words hardly penetrated the
younger man's revery. His thoughts
were busy with a squatter girl who
would have a real Thanksgiving the
next day. Her Joy he could picture,
but he eould not Join It. All his
thoughts of her were marred by an-
other vision that poisoned his every
moment. Never since be bad found
Oscar Bennett dying In Polly's bed had
he known a peaceful Instant.
When the vehicle came to the cor-
ner where MacKenzie's magnificent
turnout had swung into the lane lead-
ing to the row of squatter shacks at
the lakeside, Robert Perclval opened
the carriage door and thrust his bead
"This is where we turn," be shouted
to the driver. "Go slow! The drifts
are deep all the way down."
When he settled again Into his seat,
"It's a bad night, Hopkins. Per-
haps it would have been better to have
waited until morning, after all."
The other man bent over the boy's
head and laid his face against it.
" 'Twould had to be something
more'n a snowstorm to keep me in
Ithaca all night," he returned. "Where
my pretty brat is. I want to be."
Of course, of course," sighed Rob-
But Ihe did not utter aloud the
thought which flung to his lips that
be was tortured by the same wish, too.
What he did say wus:
"Your daughter will be asleep, l'v«
Mebbe," Hopkins answered. "But
Pollyop'll be glad t« hop out of bed
for her daddy an' Jerry baby!"
Then he coughed as If trying to add
"I been wantin' to tell you all day,
Mr. Perclval," lie said awkwardly,
"how grateful I be to you. It's klnda
hard to say It In words."
"There's no need, I nssure you," re-
turned Robert. "The only thing I re-
gret Is that you should have been com-
pelled to stay In prison so lo g."
"But we're home now!" was the hap-
py answer. "An' I'm thankln' you for
m# an' my brats too."
"Pollyop," squealed the child, wrig-
gling. "Daddy. Wee Jerry wants Pol-
"Hush, Jerry," soothed hts father.
"We're a-comln' near home now.—
There! Here we be."
As they descended from the carriage
the baby hid his face In bis big fath-
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Denison, Mrs. E. A. The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 32, No. 21, Ed. 1 Monday, October 2, 1922, newspaper, October 2, 1922; Lexington, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110978/m1/6/: accessed April 22, 2021), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.