The Edmond Enterprise (Edmond, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 14, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 4, 1922 Page: 2 of 12
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THE EDMOND ENTERPRISE
Storm Country Polly
by Grace Miller White
Copyright by Little, Brown & Co.
-I JUST COULDN'T*
■T KOI VIA. n upy tig a dilapt
dAt**l kl>a< k in th* allen t ' i y. •
c(|Ufttler itiUrnienl ne«r Ithaca,
New York. Polly H'.pklt • Hv*i
Willi ti* r father, umall J«*rry. una
an old woman. Oranny Hope
an adjacent farm, U«- r h.miiiiU
|iru*p«roiia furni«r. Is * neighbor
II* la McrMly niHrrit d «<> Kvelyn
ttobtrtaon. uppow*lly .wealthy «irl
of (ha neighborhood M ircua Mac
Kar.ti' who owm lh« ground the
•qiiiillarti ore Upy, Is datsr
mini 'I anarn; I'oily overhears a
ton vernation bet**«-n M u K-nr.li*
• d ■ •trarmer, m whli h i'" format-
a vows h<a In Ian lli n • >! di " '
aquatt< r« fr-.ni hi* land The lran-
Her aympathlcm with ma *i|uait *rH.
an<l aarna Polly's fratlluda Kv.lyn
Rcb' riaon dim-over* from h*r moth-
er that they are noi rich, bui prac-
tically living -in the bounty of
Rutart ivnlviil, Rvelyn'a <M>ualr
folly learn* from Bvalyn Hint ti"
nvmpathetic mranger la Robert
Perdvat Evelyn rharg «a Polly
with msaeaice to B nnalt. telling
hlrn aba ran Blva him no morn
money fthe already bitterly ragreig
her marriage to the Ignorant farm
er Polly ronveya her me «age an l
Oeear makaa threat* II* inelM*
Hvelyn meet hlin ibat night I'olly
haa ber father and iJirry Blahop.
• noun tier, take an oath to dn Mac
Kenrle no Inlury. Kvelyn unauc
reanfully trie* to get money from
ber mother with which to buv off
Bennett and Induce him to leave the
country. giving her her freedom
Rhe and MacKenile avow ih.lt
love At the arranged meeting that
night Bannett thraatma Kvelyn
with axpoaura unl""a nbe gives him
money Polly meetii Robert Per-
clval, and they are mutually at
trarted. polly'a feeling being adorn
linn Oafnr Wills Polly'a lamb aud
l'erclval thrnahea Oa< i r MacKali
Bte ordera the squatter* to leav<*
Bvelyn plana to marry Ma. Kenale
CHAPTER VIII—Continued.
"Darling," ho broke forth, "I'm Just
go happy. 1 can't have a row with Bob,
Why don't you talk to hltn oboul the
aquattersT Ilisten to you, Kve!
llut, darling, that's a detail." lie took
one of her hands and kla«ed the tips
of her slender fingers. "The moat liu
pnrtaut thing to be considered now In
when are you going to marry me?
can't, I simply can't wait much longer
Oh, Iflve, Iflve, I want you!"
Fiercely he drew her head against
tiliu; and the alienee that followed wan
fraught with rapture for them both,
Oh I She wanted to be bis wife, to
forget the past two wretched years. If
Oscar did not stand In her way, how
quickly ahe would give this man the
happiness he craved aud drink deep of
It herself.
"When, my love?" breathed Marcus
thickly, caressing her. "When, dear?'
Gravely she lifted her bead and
looked Into bis eyes for a few seconds
"When you buy the Rennett farm,'
ahe ventured. MIt—It—"
"And get rid of the squatters too.
il suppose," he laughingly Interrupted
"And got rid of the squatters too,
liiodded Kvelyn. Then she kissed him
poftly and whispered, "My sweet
heart I"
A moment later she moved to re
pease herself; and with another kiss he
ilet her go. Then he smiled whiiuil
cally.
"Now It's settled, dearest," be said,
rising. "I won't give you a minute's
•peace until you begin on your pretties,
though the way you've set the day
"Oh, Eve, Eva, I Want Youl"
makes It rather Indefinite." He waved
Ids arm In a wide-open gesture, and
finished: "But I'll see that It's mighty
goon."
Mrs. Robertson's daughter was In
a brown study before the tire when
that lady came luto the room, a few
minutes later.
"Marc went Mfly tonight, didn't he.
Kve?" she questioned, as she dropped
Into a chair.
"lie had to go and meet someone
about those tiresome squatters," Eve
explained. "I'm sick of the souud of
their names. Marcus guys if he eun't
get rid of them, he'll leave Ithaca."
A step In the ball closed the con
versatIon for the time being, and a
moment later Robert l'erclval Joined
In silence Mrs. Robertson
studied Ids fan*. She wondered what
had changed him so perceptibly In lib-
last little while, lie looked almost
haggard to ber searching eyes. She
was about to quest Ion him as to Ills
health when the young man turned t'
Ivelyn.
"live, dear," be began hesitatingly.
I want something done very badly
and perhaps you can accomplish it
for lue."
A lazy smile stole to Evelyn's lips.
"And you know. Bob. I'll do If
If I can." she responded. "Tell ni«*
what's on your mind, honey."
'Certainly; why. yes, Indeed." Inter
ted Mrs. Robertson. "You know.
Rob. Kve and I will do anything we
n for you!"
The expression of anxiety, which bis
r*e bad worn since he bad seen the
last of Polly Hopkins, lifted a little.
That's fine!" be 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, Robert, dear," she returned,
"you do belong to us. flod bless you.
boy. you're my baby and Eve's little
brother. Now tell us what's bothering
you."
It's Marc's row with the squatters!
I can't get the poor devils out of my
mind. Eve. can't you get him to leave
the settlement people alone? I'd let
them have some of my land, but It
doesn't touch the lake, and they
couldn't make a living on It."
Cvelyn arose ami crossed the room
to the table. She had not expected
this. Her promise to MacKenlle
flashed Into her mind!
I don't like Interfering with Marc's
business. Bob," she demurred. "Re-
sides, he wants to Improve the prop-
erty down there, and he can't while
the fishermen stay on the shore!"
Gently, for Robert had always been
like a younger brother to ber, and she
loved him dearlyi Evelyn explained
MacKen/.le's plans and showed how
Impossible It was for her, under the
circumstances, to Interfere with them.
Then she crossed to bis side and bent
over him.
"Robert, dear." she begged. "Forget
about the squatters. Tliey aren't any-
thing special to you!" To bead off an
objection that she saw In his eyes, she
hurried on: "They're poor and unfor-
tunate, I know. I'm sorry for them.
We all are; but you can't deny they're
worthless and filthy, and worst of all.
they haven't any right to be where
they are. You won't let them come be-
tween you and Marc and me, will
you ?"
Without giving the man a chance to
answer. Mrs. Robertson Interrupted:
"Mercy. Eve, why of course he
won't! Marc will soon be one of the
family. People of our social standing
don't wrangle over such cattle as the
squatters." She turned smilingly to
the young man and ended sweetly:
"You feel that way. don't you. Rob?"
Disregarding both the lady and her
question, Robert got up, bis lips grim
and his fine brow corrugated with
lines. Evelyn and Marcus could do as
they pleased; he would take his stand
right there.
"Evelyn," he said slowly, "I should
be sorry to have anything come be-
tween us. You've always been like h
dear sister to me. 1 suppose It's nat-
ural and rlgtit for you to see this the
way Marc does. You're engaged to
him, but you can tell blm for me I'm
going to help the squatters any way
and every wa/11 can."
Too angry to listen to any more ar-
guments. he pushed his chair to one
side and left the room.
Mrs. Robertson looked daggers at
her daughter and as soon us she could
get her breath, broke out:
"Now, Evelyn, 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 Bob by the ears, and where'll you
be!"
"Oh! I don't know! 1 don't know!"
moaned Evelyu. "Don't talk to me
any more. I'm Just about crazy. I'm
going to bed! Good night t"
CHAPTER IX.
In spite of the weight of apprehen-
sion that pressed upon the Silent City.
Polly's soul Insisted on singing with
gludness. She found opportunity, even
(j the mhlst of her busy hours, to live
over and over the adventures of that
evening In the Robertson house. When
she remembered how Robert bud he'd
her lu his arms, her huppiuess made
ber almost faint.
She allowed Jerry's gingham blouse
to fall neglected In her lap. as in imag-
ination she dwelt on every incident of
ht r visit. She recalled the thrilling
tenderness in Robert's words, and her
face grew soft In delightful revery.
A sound at the door brought her
thoughts back and she glanced up.
atartted. Unnoticed. the blouse
dropped to the floor as Evelyu Robert-
son came In. Embarrassed and in si-
lence. I'oiiyop arose aud offered her
a chair.
"Vou ain't feeling well. I bet." sh
burs! out, wiping the dust from the
rnpe seat of the rocker with ber skirt
"Vou look white like the moon does
before a rain. Co on, an' alt down!"
Kinking back. Evelyn looked stead
lly up nt her. Then she caught at the
hund resting on ber shoulder.
"I'oiiyop 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."
I'olly breathed softly. "Vou 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, Evelyn shook her
"No, hut Oscar wants to see you
she replied. She paused und studied
the girl. "I'olly," she continued
"don't you want to do something for
for your people? There's u uuy, I'oi-
iyop, that you can—"
Impulsively I'olly could not wait.
"Do you mean help I biddy Hopkins
an' the rest of 'em?" she Interrupted.
Evelyn nodded.
"Yes. every one in the settlement."
A brilliant siuile lit up l'ollyop's
countenance.
"I'd give Inches out of my hide to
do that," she declared. "Co an, an'
yap It to me."
"Then sit down, dear." entreated
Evelyn, "and don't stare nt me so!"
To have saved her life. I'oiiyop could
not drag her eyes away, but obediently
she sat down on the floor. Evelyn fid-
geted under the searching, honest gaze.
"You know, Polly," she stammered.
A thoughtful mmieut or two passed,
while I'olly Hopkins gi/.ed at her
hands locked together In ber Inp.
"Vou can't tell me n . bin' about <>•*•
car," she remarked at length. "I know
the dirty duffer, an' I don't know
notbin' good about 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. "Rut that
don't make no difference," she contin-
ued. "If I linked up with Oscar, would
that pup. Old Marc, let the squatters
stay III the Silent City?"
"Why, Polly, dear, of course he will!
I talked with Oscar last night, and I'll
speak to Mr. MncKen/.ie Just as soon
as you promise to do what Oscar
wants."
Agiiin the smllini; f.ice of Robert
l'erclval cut across I'olly Hopkins'
mental vision, arid through the silence
of the shanty she bead ltis voice—deep,
low and like music. Then the evil
face of Bennett wormed itself into her
mind. Her lids drooped, and she shud-
dered.
"I'm Awful Glad You Come to Me,"
Polly Breathed Softly.
"how It Is between Mr. MacKettzle and
me. I cun make hlin do anything I
say. Oh, If I were free from Oscar
Bennett I"
"Then you could marry Old Marc,
huh?" I'olly 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
you. When I'm free, I can make Mr.
MacKcnxle let up on your people."
Anxiously weighing every word,
Polly's quick mind ran on ahead.
"An' to do that," she threw In, "you
got to get shut of Oscar! I don't blame
you for wantln' to, but how be you
goln' to work It, Miss Eve? I can't
see no help for the squatters If your
tnarryln' Old Marc's part of it."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you,
Polly," was the quick retort, 'but I
want your promise. You help me. and
I'll help you and your jieople. Oscar
says he'll free me If—If—you'll marry
him."
For 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
head.
I couldn't do that, ma'am," she
choked. "1 Just couldn't."
"But you snid you would." retorted
Evelyn sharply. "You must. I can
save the squatters, and I will; but
only on condition that you help me get
rid of Oscar Bennett. Mr. MacKensIe
Is going to buy the Bennett farm,
and—"
"An' Oscar'll be goln' away some-
wheres else?" put in Polly. "Is that
It? He'd take me away from Daddy
Hopkins an' from—"
She caught herself Just In time. She
had it on the tip of her tongue to odd
the name of Robert l'erclval, but of
course she did not.
"I couldn't ever do that," she ended.
"Never, never!"
The blue eyes looked Into the brown
eyes seriously.
"Oh. yes. you can." Insisted Miss
Robertson. "Oscar's not the worst in
the world, and hf 'll have a lot of
money when be leaves Ithaca. He
loves you. Pollyop. and he'd make life
easy and pleasant for you."
"I couldn't do (t, ma'am." she
walled. "I Just couldn't do that!"
Evelyn arose and stood over her.
"You must, Polly," she asserted
again. "Good heavens. It's the chance
of your life! Of course you'll do it,
Polly Hopkins. Take a little time to
think it over. I'll bring Oscar to see
you some day when Mr. MacKensie
and my cousin Robert are away."
At the sound of that beloved name,
Polly's head fell forward.
"Scoot now," she said, her curls hid-
ing her face. "I'll think about It."
After Evelyn bad gone, Polly me-
chanically resumed ber sewing. It
seemed that her heart's Joy had wholly
•lied within her. Patiently she tried
to turn her attention to the work In
her hands, but again and again she
caught herself sitting with Idle fingers.
Finally, worried by the conflicting
emotions that were crowding In upon
her. Polly flung herself Into the open
and ran swiftly along the ragged rocks
to a little glen where many n time she
had been before. Here she waded
through the brook and sank down be-
side It. MlnU-picture after ndnd-pic-
ture passed before ber. She saw
Daddy Hopkins happy with Jerry In
the shanty, no longer afraid to fish
and hunt. Then she vlsloned the Si-
lent City, safe at last, and saved by
her. Her head sank Into ber hands;
and sobs racked her slender body.
But it was not long before she sat
up ami tossed back ber curls. It
seemed as If she had beard a voice.
She turned her head slowly; and lo.
Robert l'erclval was standing across
the creek, smiling at ber.
"I followed you, Polly Hopkins," he
called, and springing across the water,
he added: "You ran so fast I hist you
at the corner of the rngged rocks, and
It's taken me nil this time to find you."
He sat down beshle ber ami took her
hands; but Polly could not look up
nt him. Embarrassed beyond utter-
ance, she withdrew her fingers, letting
them fall listlessly. Robert laughed.
Her lovely face, first white then scar-
let. only told hltn that she was glad
to see him, and spoke of girlish inno-
cence, dear to all men.
"You wen! away so suddenly the
other night," be ran on. "I didn't have
a .chance to say half I wanted to. I
had something for you. too, but
couldn't get away until today to bring
It down."
lie pulled a little roll of pnper from
his pocket and handed It to her. Won-
derlngly she opened It. and there was
on exact reproduction of "The Great-
est Mother in the World."
Polly was so overcome she contin-
ued silent.
"Don't you like it. little Pollyop?"
queried Robert, putting his fingers un-
WILL BOX AT LEGION MEET —
Two Mniatert Arg to Step Intc
Squared Arena at Washington
State Convention.
For perhaps the first time In hla
tory two ministers of the gospel ure
going to box in
the squared arena
for the benefit of
the audience.
Rev. John W.
^ Beard, pastor of
I the First Pr«*sby-
v - aA F terlan church at
lioquiam. Wash..
and Rev. Earl A.
Bl a c k m a n. na-
tional chaplain of
the American l.e-
glon, will "mix it
up" at the Le-
gion state convention in Wenatchee,
Wash., this fall.
Reverend Reard. who served a
"sky pilot" with the old Ninety-first
division In France, boxed John Dick-
inson, veteran of the British forces
at a recent meeting of his own I.egioc
post. The I.egton's national chaplair
Is an ardent boxing adherent himself
Though a pastor of a Kansas church
he finds time to act as boxing refere«
occasionally and dons the gloves him
self Just to keep In trim. Prior ti
bis entering the ministry he wa
known as u track anil football star.
That bis title of "fighting chaplain'
isn't at all amiss is shown by a glanci
at Reverend Beard's war record. On«
doesn't think of a chaplain as havlni
a war record, but Reverend Black
man's future opponent served wltfc
the Three Hundred and Sixty-first in
fantry, "Wildcat" division with tin
rank of captain. He was awarded
the French Croix de Guerre and re
celved a citation from the America!
government. The war over, be Jumped
Into the Legion and was elected state
chaplain for the department of Wash-
ington.
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STILL AIDS EX-SERVICE MEN
Mrs. John Marshall, Kentucky, Na.
tional Committeewoman, Active in
After War Work.
Mrs. John Marshall of Anchorage,
Ky.. known to thousands of ex-service
men who were
stationed In the
Blue (Jrass state
during the war
ami who visited
the Red Cross
cunteen to be
served with cof-
fee and dough-
nuts, Is still do
Ing her large
"bit" for the sick
and wounded cx-
servlce men. As
national e x e c u-
tlve committeewoman for the Ameri-
can Legion Auxiliary from Kentucky,
she is especially active in all the
things that her organization Is doing
Her latest plan results In Louisville,
Ky., having u boarding home for ex
service men who are taking vocational
training there. Nominal fees, a huge
living room and library and a real
home atmosphere, are high points In
the life of the "boys" who make their
home with Mrs. Marshall.
More than :iiH),<MM service men were
cared for at the canteen presided over
by Mrs. Marshall during the war. Her
experiences with the soldiers and sail-
ors are many. Months after the armis-
tice she received a letter from a serv-
ice man whose wedding sapper she
had prepared In 1917. It read, "Mrs.
Canteen Lady, can you help me find
my wife, not that she Is much account,
but 1 want to get married again and
must find her first."
This new
sugar-coated
gum delights1
young and old.
It "melts in your
mouth" and the gum in the
center remains to aid digestion,
brighten teeth and soothe mouth
and throat.
There are the other WRIGLEY
friends to choose from, too:
NEW"RADIO BUG" IS POPULAR
"Oh, you can never fool my Ma,
I know just whal *he'U say,
That that's a* much like Faultless Starch}
As night-time is like day."
STMCR
Evidently Not a Tooth Doctor.
"Shall I tell the doctor a patient Is
waiting?" "No; tell him an Impatient
Is waiting."
As the bride and what she married
leave the church trouble gets busy
und follows them home.
Blue-sky laws can never be adequate
so long as there is so much blue sky
to be sold.
Propriety.
The gay Lothario, having been asKed
to sing, approached the careful girl.
"Will you accompany me on the
piano?" he naked.
"Not without a chaperon," answered
the careful girl.
Because she was a very, very caro>
ful girl.—American Legion Weekly.
To "mean well" Isn't enough; one
has to know.
dor her chin and raising her face to
his.
"Yep!" she whispered, blushing.
"Sure, sure I do. I love it."
"Then why don't you smile?" he de-
manded ; and as she shyly complied
with his request, lie run on: "I've
talked with MacKensIe, and he's so
sot— Confound it! lie makes me so
hot I can scarcely listen to blm. But,
Polly dear. I'll do everything I can.
I've got money and friends, as well as
he has. and I'll use 'em too. Will you
trust me. sweet?"
She bowed ber bend In grateful as-
sent. How she thrilled at the touch
of the warm, white hand!
"Look at me. dearie." he begged,
and. when she did flash him a rosy
glance, he caught her to him. "I love
you. little girl." be whispered.
"An' love's the greatest thing In
Ithaca, ain't It?" she murmured In
trembling confusion.
"Yes. yes." he breathed. "Little
girl—oh; my littlest denr—"
His voice trailed away, and bis pas-
sionate kisses made Polly Hopkins for-
gpt everything but him. Primeval pas-
sion rose within her. She bod found
her man. and nothing should take him
from her.
"I'll keep the b«by an the
■ henty 'till you get Wack, Dad-
dy darlinV
v ro Ufa: CONTINUED.)
Dutch children are dressed In ex-
actly the same style as their parents
American Legion Posts Are Enjoying
Programs; Supplied for Hos-
pital Patients.
The new "radio bug" is particularly
popular with ex-service men. Every-
where reports come Into the American
Legion of radio phones being Installed
In Legion clubhouses and in hospitals
und camps.
Recently the Legion post at Omaha,
Neb., was all ready to stage a big
dunce—but no music arrived. An ex-
gob was called upon to "do something
quick." So he rigged up bis wireless,
listened in on Chicago, and very soon
the company was merrily stepping
around to the strains of music played
by an orchestra hundreds of miles
away.
Hospitals In North Carolina are tak-
ing up the radio Idea as a means of
supplying recreation for sick and
wounded men. The Legion has in-
stalled a phone at the government
hospital near Ashevllle. and ex-dough-
boys can hear anything from A1 Jolson
to Madame Jerltsa.
Carrying On With the
American Legion
Women In Kansas have organized
to tight for adjusted compensation.
Mrs. Ida Walker, who Introduced the
state bonus bill, wants ex-nurses to
be compensated also.
Emergency officers of the World war
will be retired on an equal basis with
regular army officers by the terms of
the American Legion's Bursuin bill,
which has passed the senate.
Harding's home favors adjusted
compensation. The chamber of com-
merce and the Legion post at Marion,
O.. have both asked congress to pass
the pending bill to relieve soldiers.
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