The Tyrone Observer. (Tyrone, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 48, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 4, 1922 Page: 3 of 12
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THE OBSERVER. TYRONE. OKLAHOMA
JStormCountrv]
fePoliy 1
J^jGrace Miller White
11 lustr^tj^rty R-HLtvin^atone. jf'.
Copyright by Little, Brown and Compary
"JUST POLLYOP-POLLY HOPKINS!"
"What'* vo'ir numet" he inquired.
"Just Pollyop," ti a.* the answer. "Pollti Ilovkins. My daddy
it Jeremiah 11 opkins, the mayor of this settlement "
"Can I do somethiny for you, Polly Hopkins?' queried Robert,
as she finished telling about life in the squatters' city.
She flung out both hands in a comprehensive gesture as much
as to Kay he could tee for himself how much she needed.
"Sure, sure you can," the said with fierce emphasis. "You ran
make Old Marc leave us squatters be. You're bigger'n he is! The
tquatt'rs need you awful bad."
Her voice broke. Robert took a long breath. Of course he
could help this girl and her people, lie would, too! As far as
money gave power, he could equal and surpass Marcus MarKemie.
"I did try to talk sense into Mr. MacKenzie's head," he re-
turned presently, "but now I will make him leave you alone."
In spite of the curved lips about which a smile lurked, there
was apprehension in her voice when she asked:
"Can you lick 'im to a finish, mistert"
"Yes, I think I could," laughed Robert; "but it won't be nec-
essary."
"Then I see us Silent City folks bein' happy again," sighed
Polly. "We got a awful lot of things an folks to take care of here."
There you Have them—Storm Country Polly and Robert Percival,
heroin* and hero of another of those fascinating (lories by Grace
Miller White. "Ten of the Storm Country" was her first story. It
was printed as a serial in a magazine for women—and practically
established the magasine. It was put on the movie screen—and made
the fortune of a woman film star of world-wide fame. Of course
Grace Miller White (Mrs. Friend H. Miller) kept right on writing of
the "Storm Country." Half a dozen other stories have been successes.
More than a million copies of her books have been sold. The "Storm
Country," by the way, is Cayuga Lake and vicnity in New York, one
of the garden spots of the world.
Given a beautiful and persecuted squatter girl and a nice young
man with brains, sympathy and money—what more do you want for
romance I
* CHAPTER I.
Four miles from Ithnca, N. Y.,
Oscar Bennett's farm spread Its acres
along tie face of West Hill between
tbe Lehigh Valley tracks and the high-
way leading to Trumanshurg. Oscar
Bennett was what the country people
and even the Ithaca folks called a fine
farmer. His farmhouse faced a lane
that led to the west shore of Lake
Cayuga, and from the front porch he
could s«*e, much to his dislike, the few
straggling squatter shacks that
brought to an end northward the Si-
lent City. Like all other substantial
citizens, Oscar detested the squatters.
In his estimation they were a set of
thieving loafers and sneaks, and many
times he had wished that he owned
the ground they squatted on Instead
of Marcus MacKenzie.
Of course it was no secret that
MacKenzie never let an opportunity
slip to pop a fisherman Into jail, but
In Bennett's opinion that treatment
was not severe enough, and besides, it
•did not accomplish anything. Mac-
Kenzie's idea was to Jail the men
•whenever the chance came and for a
period as long as the law would allow.
But what good did that do? Fierce
hatred flamed in the haggard faces of
the women, and they held to their
squatter rights with the tenacity of
leeches until their husbands were
given back to them. Bennett would
have done bwb.v with the wives and
mothers If the Job of breaking up the
Silent City had been his. No man
would hang to • hut long without a
-woman In it.
One morning In the early.sprlng Os-
car was finishing his breakfast when
the door opened slowly. A girl with
.a small tin pall In her hand stepped
dnto the room. She smiled at him al-
•xnost humbly.
"Shut the door!" he shouted at her.
"Where's your manners, Polly Hop-
'kins? Can't you see the rain's coin-
ing In after you?"
The smile faded from the girl's face.
Mechanically she turned, closed the
-door and, uninvited, seated herself in
-a chair and placed the pall at her
-side.
"So you've come begging, Pollyop,"
-went on the farmer, wiping his Hps
•on the sleeve of his gingham shirt.
"Well, you might as well turn tall
'and run home again, for you're not go-
ing to get anything more from roe. I
■don't want a poacher's brat around
here."
The girl's bare wet feet drew tense-
tly backward under the chair; but she
•remained discreetly silent. Oscar al-
ways abused her and called her names,
'but that was because she was a squat-
ter. After a while, he'd change his
mind, and then she would take home
what she came for. She noted with a
■ quick breath that Oscar's eyes softened
during the time he was silent. That
>boded well for her errand; but Ben-
nett's mind was not on milk or any
•of those suffering for the want of It
He had Just discovered that Polly
Hopkins was beautiful even if she
were barefooted and ragged. Her
• straight young shoulders were covered
given to the wide eyes their shade of
ripe chestnuts.
Polly expected every moment that
Oscar would reach out for the pnll,
and, though with bad grace, he'd give
her the milk Just the same. She fid-
geted In her chair and drew a long
sigh—he was staring at her In such a
peculiar manner from under his heavy
brows.
Why had he not noticed before that
Polly Hopkins was so pretty. Oscar
wondered, and a slow smile parted his
lips. Polly's eyes lowered, and the
long dark lashes only added to Ben-
nett's sudden admiration. A quick-
drawn breath slipped audibly past the
man's teeth. Pollyop sensed In his at-
titude toward her a new quality that
she recognized Intuitively as danger-
ous. To bring his attention back to
the purpose of her visit, she ventured
to say;
"I thought It wouldn't hurt you
none. Oscar, to gimme a little milk for
Granny Hope an' Jerry. I'm always
runnin' errands for you an' your
woman"
Bennett's heavy farm boots made a
scraping sound under the table.
"What good does that do me?" he
returned. "Upon m.v soul, I might as
well be without a wife as to have one
who won't live with me or Jet anyone
know I'm her husband. I'm gettin*
sick, good and plenty sick, I can tell
you, Miss Polly Hopkins."
This speech did not disturb Polly
over much, for he'd made It a dozen
times before. It was only the expres-
sion In his gaze, she did not quite
like. Her mind went to Evelyn Rob-
ertson, the girl that Oscar had mar-
ried. As If It were but yesterday, she
remembered how two years ago she
had gone with them under protest to
a minister far back In the hills. Eve-
lyn had explained that for some time
to come no one but the three must
know of the marriage.
Pollyop had learned a great many
things in two years! What girl does
not after she's passed her fifteenth
birthday? One of the things she had
found out was that Oscar was a dread-
ful person, more dreadful than most
of the squatter men. Of course the
men folks of her people did beat their
women, now and then. That was their
right without any question. The blood
colored even her ears as she remem-
bere ' how Oscar hectored his wife for
the money It was so hard for Evelyn
to get. Another thing she had come
to understand was that. If Oscar had
not been afraid of the powerful Rob-
ertson family, he would have forced
Evelyn Into his home long before this.
It had been a hard two years' task to
keep him quiet
"Mebbe you are gettin* sick, Oscar,"
she Interposed. "I don't know—
mebbe; but you know what that old
Miss Robertson would do to you an'
her girl If you told. You'd get Eve,
mebbe, but you sure wouldn't get any
more money."
The man's face darkened.
"That's Just the rub." be conceded,
"but at thst Eve ain't playing square
with me. The RobertsoAs have money
to burn, and ah* deals It out to me In
small little dollars. I tell you I'm sick
Polly note,l the glitter in Bennett's
angry eye* and felt again the quiver
of fear.
"She gives yon *]| she gets her An-
gers on." she came bsck at him la Je
feuse of the absent Evelyn. "Lots of
timet site's got al<>ng on about nothiu'
to send you cash, an' didn't I come
runnin' up hers with it as soon a* she
give It to me? Now her ma'a gettin'
on that Eve ain't spendin' her money
<>n herself, an' he watchef 'er like a
hawk does a chicken. She told me
that only yesterday."
The squatter girl roes to her feet,
anxious to l>e gone.
"Oscar, you might be lettln' me
have Just a wee bit of milk. You
ain't losln' nothtn' through me."
She picked up the pall, and with a
growl the man snatched it out of her
hand.
"Women "re a d—d nuisance," be
grumbled. "Well, wait here."
He went out of the room, and Polly
Hopkins drew s long breath. It was
getting harder every day to get the
milk she .needed.
When Bennett returned she was
standing with her hand on the door
knob, ready to go. In alleure alie took
the pail he offered her.
"Looka here. Pollyop," be heuan ab-
ruptly. as Poll v ouened the door.
"What's to hinder your paying for
your milk youraelf?"
He said It with extreme delllwrstlou,
making emphatic the last words.
Polly threw up her head and eyed
him shar]ily. "I run my legs most off
for you as 'tis, Oscar." she retorted,
"between here and the Robertsons';
but I don't never hsve no money. You
know that, an' Duddy Hopkins don't
get much, either. If I had a dollar, I
bet I'd spend every penny of It flllln'
up Jerry an' Daddy an' •'.runny Hope
with milk an' eggs." To make him
understand how anxious she wus to
please him, she went forward a pace.
"An' I'd buy 'em all of you, Oscar.
That's as true as Granny Hope's God
is sett in' up In the sky," -
"I ft&lf you for money." an-
swered Bennett, sfaring at Tier. Sud-
denly he came close to her; and Polly
backed to the door. His face wus red
and agitated; the cords In his neck
were swollen whUe his fingers twisted
eagerly. That was another thing about
which Polly's eyes had been opened In
two years of growing womanhood.
When s man looked as Oscar did now,
a girl got away as fast as she could.
"You might pay me In kisses," he
muttered hoarsely, towering over her.
"Ten kisses for each bucket. You're
a heap prettier than Eve."
For a lon^ moment Polly did not
speak. Her breast heaved as she
swayed backward.
"I get all the kisses I want to
home," she said. "Here, take your
hand ofTn me, Oscar, or I'll tell Eve
"I Didn't Ask You for Money."
the first time I get sight of her." She
glared up at him like a cornered ani-
mal. "I said I'd tell Eve. I'll do more
than that! I'll put old woman Rob-
ertson next to your coppin' her kid
an' marryln' 'er."
Oscar's fingers relaxed, and his hand
dropped away from her arm as a
rough laugh left his lips. She looked
so lovely, her eyes blazing, her curls
tumbled In confusion on her shoulders,
that he would have taken his pay for
the milk without ber permission if she
had not thrown at him a threat be
feared she would carry out.
"Men's kisses are what youH get.
my pretty lass," he predicted grimly,
"and If I was finished with Eve, by
God. I'd set about getting my share.
I won't always be married to my lady
Robertson, mind you. Pollyop."
The bleod had left his face. He
was quite white and stern, and by this
time Polly was on the porch.
"'Tain't so easy to get unmarried
as 'tis to get married." she told him.
"An* me! I'm Just Daddy Hopkins'
brat, an' I don't want any kisses but
hls'n. I'd let Jerry's tongue go twist
for milk before I'd pay for It with—
with—"
Oscar sprang at her. She was so
tantallzlngly beautiful, so alluring even
In her grotesque attire that for the
moment he forgot he had reason to
fear her.
'Til kiss you. anyway." he snarled,
but Polly, fleet-footed and afraid, shot
from the porch and reached the lane,
tha milk dashing against the ccrer of
the pall.
The man halted, looking after her.
tamed back into the house. For the
moment he paused in the kitchen; be
could hear his old mother pottering
shout overhead In his bedroom. She
a as doing the work his wife ought to
do! What a fool he had been to msrry
Evelyn lt< bertson! Instead of the
fortune he had expected, he was tied
hand and foot without money or wom-
an. He thought of tbe radiant squat-
ter girl alio had Just left him Two
years ago womanhood had not dawned
u|>on Polly Hopkins, but today— He
andertoned au oath and went oat to
the harn.
Polly Hopkins ran down the lane as
fast as her leg* could carry her. The
milk wss safe In the bucket, and she
had acarcnly reached the railroad
tracks before ahe had decided not to
ntenilon Oscar's vicious demand upon
her If she told Daddy Hopkins, he
would do some harm to Bennett and
there would be no mors eggs and milk
for Granny and Jerry. If she spoke
of It to Evelyn, there was no telling
what the girl would do.
The tangle-haired squatter girl was
the daughter of Jeremiah Hopkins, the
mayor of the Silent City, the lender of
all those who lived In the rows of huts
that ran along th# lehigh Valley
tracks and on down the lakeside.
Uncouth and Ignorant were Jere-
miah and his kind, and visitors who
came to tbe little city of Ithaca agreed
with the town's Inhabitants that It
was a shame the law allowed such a
blot as the SUent City npon the nat-
ural beauty of Cayuga and Ita majes-
tic surroundings.
Pollyop stood shivering, her troubled
gaze searching the b.ke for a boat.
Daddy Hopkins had gone away early
with Wee Jerry, and she always wor-
ried a little when they were out. Yet
she knew that the only way to get
the bread, beans and bacon for the
family was for Daddy Hopklna to
defy the law and drag his nets when-
ever the game wardens were not
about. Without tne lake and lla hid-
fletTfood, It would be a desolate world
Indeed. "T" *
Wee Jerry was Polly's flve-year old
brother, and long before he could
walk, he had chosen his father'a big
shoulders upon which to beat his way
through an unfrlemlly and often hun-
gry world. But this same world which
had wizened Jerry had given to Polly
a wild beauty, a body strong and as
pliant as a marsh reed.
With a sigh Pollyop turned to the
house. The door was shut against the
storin. and a thin curl of smoke
twisted upward from the toppling
chimney, losing Itself In the baby
leaves of the willows. The little lines
that had traced the troubled brow
vanished at tbe sight of a slab of
wood over the door. On It was paint-
ed fn crude letters; "If your heart Is
loving nnd kind come right In. If It
ain't, scoot off." PoJIyop and Granny
Hope had worked a long time to make
this sign, and even longer to nail It
up.
"It'll help the Silent City folks,
Granny," she had said. " 'Specially,
If I smile a lot at 'em."
She flung open tbe door and went
In, closing It behind her. In one cor-
ner r.f the kitchen, an old woman, so
old that no squatter could remember
her other than aged, sat near the
stove. About her shoulders was a
shawl, and Its edges were held to-
gether with clawlike fingers.
Munching on a bit of hay at the
wood-box wns a lean goat, an old
friend of Polly Hopkins. Long ago
she had found hint, lost In the wilder-
ness of the Storm country, and had
brought him to the Silent City.
The shanty consisted of three rooms.
Back of the kitchen Daddy Hopkins
slept, and In the miserable coop-hole
where Polly had once stored rubbish
Granny Hope stretched out her weary
bones at night. Polly's bed ranged
tbe kitchen wall, and tbe room had
but a bench, two old chairs and a
three-legged table to offer in rude hos-
pitality.
"I wheedled a little milk from Os-
car, Granny," said the girl. "Goddy,
but he's gettin' stingy!"
She put down the pall, went to the
stove and thrust a piece of wood Into
It
"Wood's as wet as hell," she com-
plained, almost as If she had spoken
to herself.
The old woman stirred and lifted
her withered lids.
"Hell ain't wet." she muttered. "It's
dry an' warm—hot, I mean," and she
shivered, drawing nearer the fire.
" 'Tain't like this lakeside."
Granny Hope had been in the Hop-
kins' shack since the first winter snow.
Her own hut stood on a little point
shout a quarter of a mile away. In It
she had lived alone ever since her hus-
band had gone down In the Big Blow,
a storm that was a tradition In the
settlement, and which only the oldest
Inhabitants of the Silent City could
remember.
LIVESTOCK
NEWS
"Old Marc had a beautifal
angel with him."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Fourth Estate.
The expression "the fourth estate."
referring to newspaper workers. Is
credited to Edmund Burke, who Is
quoted Ic Thomas Carlyle's fifth lec-
ture on "Heroes and Hero Worship" as
saying. "There are three estates In
parliament, but In the reporters' gal-
lery yonder there sits a fourth estate,
more important far than they all."
This was In 1839. In this country
where class distinctions are not made
politically little ever la heard of the
three estates—the nobility, the clergy
anj^h^peopl^^u^h^tern^fourth
PREVENT BIG SHEEP LOSSES
Poisonous Plants Frequently Crow In
Thick Patches and Cause Death
of Animals.
iPrtptnd by th* L'nltJ Stain* Dt^tilaial
ot i|r iilUi« |
Death camas < nines heavy loases of
sheep hi the aprltig and early summer.
It (a not uuusual for several hundred
to die within a day or two The camaa
plants frequently grows in thick
patches, and because of their graaslike
leaves are overlooked. If sheep are
close-herded In such placea many of
tlieiu will be poisoned, and moat of
those poUoned are likely to die.
Especial care ahould be used when
sheep are taken from the cara and re-
leaaed for grazing. If they have not
been fed, as Is frequently the case, and
are turned out on a range w here death
<*amas is abundant, the reaultlng loaaes
may be very heavy. There have beau
many casea of this kind. If death
camas Is present that part of the rauge
should be avoided. If it Is necessary
to trail sheep where death camas la
known, the anlmala should be well fed
hefore coming to thst place.
Sheep herders should learn to recog-
nise the plants snd avoid them. The
United States Department of Agricul-
ture has published Department Bulle-
tin 125, Zygadeuus, or I>eath Camas,
which tells about the plants and their
effects; It has also published Bulletin
." 73, Stock-Poisoning plants of the
Range, which gives illustrations, many
colored, of the principal poisonous
plants of the western United States.
There are several kinds of death
camas snd until recently It haa been
supposed thst sll were equslly poison-
ous. As the result of recent experi-
mental work, which Is In course of
publication, It has been found that the
death camas which In the western
NOW DO MY
WORK WITH EASE
Because Lydia E. Pinkham't
Vegetable Compound Re-
stored My Health
Hornefl, N. Y. —"I was in bad health
but there didn't seem to be any one thine
the matter with me.
1 wss tired out sll
over snd it was an ef-
fort fur me to move.
I was irritable snd
could not sleepnights
snd had trouble with
my bowels and st my
periods. It seemed
thst nesrly every ona
around me knew of
your medicina and
wanted tne to try it,
'so st last I took
Lydia E. IMnkham's Vegetable Com-
g und Tablets snd Lydia E. Pinkham's
lood Medicine and improved every day.
I do all my own work now except the
washing and do It with ease. 1 can ac-
complish as much in a day now as it
would have taken me a week to do last
winter and 1 try to get every one I know
to take your medicine to build them up.
You are welcome to uae this lettsr as a
testimonial if you like."—Mrs. Chas.
Baker. 21 Spencer Ave., Hornell, N.Y.
In almost every neighborhood there
are women who know of the vslue of
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com-
pound. They know becsuse they hsvs
taken it snd have been helped.
don't you give it s trial ?
Why
Dog Really to Blame.
With the revival of Whistler anec-
dotes Mortimer Men pes' story of the
master's only "shoot" comes once more
Into the picture.
The great man took careful aim, and
brought down—hla host's favorite re*
•trlever.
"It was a dog without artistic hab-
its," he explained, "and had placed It-
self badly in relation to the land-
scape."
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Children's handkerchiefs often look
hopeless when they come to the laun-
dry. Wash with good aoap, rinse la
water blued with Red Croas Ball Blu&
—Advertisement
Sheep Crazing on a Western Rangs.
mountains grows at elevations of 8,000
feet and upward Is only slightly poison-
ous and probably never Injurea range
sheep. All the forms growing at lower
altitudes are dangerous, hut this moun-
tain death camas probably never does
any harm. It has thin and rather
erect leaves, grows In meadows and In
damp ground, sometimes among the
aspens, while the other kind, which
approaches the lower limit of the
mountain death camas, grows In dry
places, and has thick, spreading leaves.
The herder need not fear the mountain i
death camas, but should shun sll the
other forms.
Speaking of Farms.
I was out with a number of young
married people who were tulking
, about farm Improvement. One man
| spoke of huving to buy u silo, nnd said
they cost so much.
Of course. I thought It was like a
thrashing machine und said: "Why
can't you borrow one?"
Every one started to laugh. Then
they explained to me whut a silo was.
—Exchange.
GREAT FEED VALUE OF PEAS
Results of Four Years' Experimental
Work at Idaho Station Show
Big Gains Mads.
That field peas have a high value
as a feed for hogs Is Indicated by the
results of four years' experimental
work at the Idaho experiment station.
An average of 347 pounds of peas
was required to make 100 pounds of
gain in hogging off trials. Supple-
mental rations of barley and tankage
Increased the rate of gain. Most
rapid and economical gains were pro-
duced In drylots on a mixture of 3
parts of roUed barley and 1 part of
Cracked peas plus 5 per cent by
weight of tankage. In the hogging-
off trials the best results were ob-
tained by confining the pigs to a small
area until It was pastured clean.
Take Yeast
Vitamon Tablets
To Round Out
Face and Figure
With Firm Flesh
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TREATMENT FOR YOUNG LAMB
When Chilled It May Be Revived by
Immersing in Warm Water, Then
Give Nourishment
A young lamb that has become
chilled and Is presumably ready to die
may be revived by Immersing It In
wann water—as warm as is comfort-
able to the hand—and gradually In- ;
creasing the heat s little at a time, by
adding more warm water.
When It revives sufficiently, dry It
well, wrap in a woolen cloth and lay
In a warm pises. It will probably
rouse In a short time and can then
be taken to ewe. Hold her, and see
that the lamb gets nourishment.
Lambs that seem very far gone oft-
en respond to this treatment.
If you are hollow-cheeked, sallow-
skinned, snnken-cheated and generally
weak or run down and want to round
out your face and figure to pleasing
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yourself Next take Mastin's VITA-
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Then weigh and measure yourself
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'.'th'T still more Important vltamines
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overcome constipation and as a gen-
eral conditioner of the whole svstem.
Pimples, bolls and sfctn eruptions seem
to vanish like magic under its purify-
Ing influence, the complexion becomes
fresh and beautiful, the cheeks rosy
instead of pale, the llpa red Instead of
colorless, the eyes bright Instead of
dull. So rapid and amaxlng are the
results that thousands of people every-
where are now taking to them as s
julc k way to put on weight and increase
energy. Be sure to remember the
name Msstln's VI-TA-MON—the orig-
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—there Is nothing else like It so do
not accept Imitations or substitutes
Tou can get Mastin's VITAMON at
sny druggist.
Ask Your Dealer
for
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Tear's Wear Oaarsnt«*«t
PREVENT HOGS FROM ROOTING ^
Much Harm Can Be Avoided by Feed-
ing Regularly With wsme
Kind of Mineral.
I'lgs are more apt to be "rooters" In j
spring, when ground Is soft, than they ,
are ut any other tluie of the year.
Much of tills can be prevented by |
feeding regularly with coal, charcoal, j
ashes or other mineral matter. Iting- \
lng the hogs should be resorted to la |
Alwfcjr*
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Mast, C. W. The Tyrone Observer. (Tyrone, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 48, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 4, 1922, newspaper, May 4, 1922; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc275135/m1/3/?q=%22United+States%22: accessed July 18, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.