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tb*lr name*. lUran «ja if be caal rid of them, beU fanrr Ithaca." *t*P In the haU dowd the too■tloe for die Urne bdns. and a teat later Robert Perdral Joined

»• that tlwr a*e no* rW^ b« p«»cjcatly Uvmc on tho bowrty of itobort Pcrotral. B*otr>'» oowte

th a n iiao to aonnrthMUna - «h. can rr* hta nfc BMOn r'^arSa^o** bSoStC*? Polly »cT»r» bar niooaai and «ar naboo tboonta Ho Mata

laat little while, bastard to her searching eyes. She was shoot to Qoeadoo him aa to bla heahti when the j*oung man turned to Erelyn.

A lasy aralle stole to BTstys 1 * Upa. "And yoa know. Bob, FO do tt If I caa." she responded. "Tell me ’hat’s on your mto “Certainly; why. Kted Mrs. Robertson. "Tea know. Bob. Bvo and I will do anything we

S a little. "That’s tee!" he ezdalmed heartily. "There’* nothing like a fellow's own worn** folks. Is thereT And you’re Inst as good to me as If I belonged to

[ Mrs. Robertson bridled coasdocaly.

ud *KacK^sle away ttedr c At t>a am sand m—Ong f ht Bennett tVeatsns U. and th*r am BotaaUg cted. Pofly-s faslteg beta* aders- . Oscar bias Poor's tan* and

"Why. Robert, dear." she returned. Toa do beteec to aa Ood bless you. boy. you’re my baby and Rye's little brother. Mow teU as what's bothering you." TFs Marc's row with the squattarsl l can’t get the poor derils oat of my mind. Bee. coat yen get him to h the aetriement people alone? Td let

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o happy, X can’t have a row With Bob. kbj don’t yoo talk to kba ahaat the juatt-ra? Hen listen to yea, See! !. darling, that’s a defaH." He mek <• Of her hands and kissed the 0 tt slender fingers. “The meet 1 iot thing to be eeaatoered now i are you going to marry me? . I simply can’t wait much longer! Kve. Rye. X want yea!" Fiercely h. drew her head ags

"I don’t like interfering with Mare’s

sidas. he wants to laproye the prjperty down there, and Ue can't while tbs fldhsrmrii stay on the sborer Ocntly. for Robert bad always been lOm a younger brother to her. and she lored him dearly. Ryelyn expUlned

She wanted tc be Ms »1fe. to

hsppiness he craysd and drink deep of

It herself.

"When, my lore?" breathed thickly, c*reusing her. "When Orsyety she lifted her ha looked into Me eyes for s few • When you bay the BennaU she ventured. "It—O-^ "And BK rid ed the squatters too, I suppose." he Uaghlngly tote ’ And gm rid ef thewgaaAs nodded RyMya. Then she Ma K>rt!) ami whispered. “My sweet-

“Robert, dear." about the aq nett era. They aren't anything aperial to > oar To head objeettoj that she asw in Ms eyes, she hurried on: “They're poor and unfortunate. I know. I’m aorry for thean. We all ara; bat you can't deny they're worthless and filthy, end worst of all, they he vet any right to be where

ml let ’

SolMmd: "Bat XR ese that lt> mighty

Hre. Bobmlow's daughter

• browB steady before the fire w*eu

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tnisetsa later.

"Mare warn early tmLgfet. didul he < »•>**- qtmetlmmd. as she iroppeu

"Bralyn." he said slowly. 1 should be sotry to haye anything come bens. rou'ye always been like a lister to me. I suppose its natural and rtsht for you «e aae this ray Marc does Touts eogagec Mm, but you can tell him for me I'm hJp the squatters any way and every way I can." Too angry to listen to any more arguments he pushed Ms chair to one aide and left the room. Mrs. Robertson looked dagger) her daughter and as soon aa she could et her breath, broke out: -Mow. Evelyn, see what a storm you're stirred up! Why didst you use a I'ttlt diplomacy? That was the least could have done. Toe get Mare Bob by toe ears, and where’ll her •Oh! I don’t know I I don’t know I" «i Rrriyx. "Don’t talk to ate xy more. I'm Jos* abmt craay. I’m wing to bed! Good night!" CHAPTER IX. Zb suite of the weight of spprebensioa that pressed upon the SReot City. Polly's son i to aisled on singing r-*— She found opportunity,. her busy hours, to lire over and over the ed> futures of tost etentog to Cm Robertson bouse. When njeoibertd bow Robert had held his arms. hsr~Eappioeas n allowed JertT** gingham blouse to faR neglected to her lap. a to Imagination she dwelt on every IncMrOt of She recall.d the thrilling la Robert’s uorda. and her grew sot. to dsUgbOal rrrery. d st tbs door brought her back and she glanced up. Lnnotlceo. tor bl«u« d to the flew •> Rsalyn Bobert-

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cams to. BBSharraased and la silence, Potlyop arose and offered her

chair.

“You ain’t feeling waO. I bet." MM bant oat. wiping the dost from tbs rope neat of the rocker with her skirt "Too look whits like the moon dom before a rain, do on. an’ sit down!' Stoking hack. Bralyn looked stondQj up st her. Then she caught at the

were fixed upon a fleecy riood. high

dp In the deep blue sky. -Bat that ToUyop, l>e come to you became don't make no difference." she conUn-

yoaTe the only friend I bars." she «*- med- “If I linked up with Oscar, would claimed, tears cststtag her eyex that pup. Old Marc, let the squatters

T» awful glad yon come to ma." R*«y to toe Silent City?"

Polly breathed softly- "Ton want me

"Tea. every one to ths settlement" A brilliant smile Ut up PoRyopT

> run to Oscar again? I can’t stand I talked with Oscar last night and r, hut PU go RfiRT ^MgfH Hare you got a letter?" Wiping her eyee, Evelyn shook hqr

■ad.

“Ho. but Oscar wsata to see yoo," replied. She paused and studied girt. "Polly” MM co.i tinned. "don’t you want to do something for— for your people? ThmaVa wuy. Psi-

lyop, that you caa—'’

Impale!rely Polly could not wait "Do you mean help Daddy Hopkins "I eoaldat do It me sm." in' toe rest oi 'em?" she toterruptad. wu««d. “I just couldn't do thstr Rreiyn arose aad stood over bar.

"Too must Polly,

again. "Good heavens, it’s the chanes of your life! Of course yoo 11 do It Polly Hopkins. Take a little time to think H over. I’ll bring Oscar to see you som- day when Mr. MacKenrie and tiiy cousin Robert are away." At the sound of that beloved name, Polly's bead fell forwaid. “Scoot now." she said, her curt* hiding her fsce. “Til think about it" After Evelyn had gone, Polly me-

chanically

seemed that her heart’s Joy had wholly died within her. Patiently she tried to turn her attention to the work In ter hands, but again caught herself sitting with Idle fingers. Finally, worried by toe conflicting emotions that Were crowding In upon her. Polly flung herself Into the open and ran swiftly along the ragged rocks to a Uttle glen where many a time she

*Td give Inches oat of my hide to do that." she declared. "Go an an’

yap It to me."

“Tljen ait down, dear." entreated Evelyn, "and don’t stare ut me so I" To have saved her life, Potlyop could

"iTm Awful Glad You Corns to Ms,"

•Row It Is between Mr. MaeKenxls sod me. I can make him do anything I nay. Oh, if I wars free from Oscar

admitted. "That’s why I’ve c you. When I’m free, I caa mi MacKenrie lot up on roar pso

Polly’s quick mind run on ahead. "An’ tc do that" she threw to. “yea gM lo get shut of Oscar! I don’t blame yen for wantin’ to, but how be you goto' to work It Miss Eve? I can’t see no help for the squatters if your marryto' Old Marc's part of It" “That’s what Pm trying to toll you. Polly." was the quick retort “but I wan: your promise. Too help me. and PD help you and your people. Oscar says hell free me If—if—you’ll man/ For aa instant Polly's bead whirled at tt it had been suddenly struck and over her ctme s Weight almost uni able. Then slowly she shook her curly heed. -I couldn't do that ma'am." choked. “I Just couldn't" -But you said you would." retorted Evelyn sharply- “Too must. I can save the aquattem. and I will; but only on condition that you help me get rid of Oscar Bennett. Mr. MacKenrie la going to buy the Bennett farm, and—" “Ah' Oscar*U be goto' away soroewberes else?" put to Polly. “Is it? He'd take me away from Daddy Hopk'ns an' from—" Rbs aught herself Just to time. She had it cb the tip of her tongue to the name of Robert I’erdval, hut of course she did not *T couldn't ever do that" Mm ended. -Never, never!" The Mae eyes looked Into the brown

-Oh. yes. you can.” tnatsted Miss Robertson. “Oscar's not the world, and he’ll have a lo; of money when he laws Ithaca. MM loves you. Poityep. and be d "•

thoughtful while Polly Hopkins gazed at her hands locked together to her lap. “Ton an*t tell me nothin' about OsMi" she lemarired at length. “I know the dirty duffer, an' I don’t know good about him. you cun bet

“Why. Polly, dent, of coarse he wUl'l

side It Mlnd-plctnre after mind picture passed before her. Sh. aw Daddy Hopkins happy with Jerry to the shanty, no longer afraid to fish bunt. Then she visioned the Silent City, safe at last and saved by her. Her had sank into her bands; mid sobs racked her slender body. But it was not long before she at up and tocsed back her arts. It seemed as If she had hard j voice. She turned her head slowly; and lo. Robert Pereira! was ctandlng -cross the creek, smiling at her. “I followed you. Polly Hopkins." he ailed, and springing across the water, he added: “Toe an so fast I lost you at the corner of the ragged rocks, and IPs taken me all tots time to find you." He at down beside her and took her hands; but Polly could not look up at him. Embarrassed beyond utterance, the withdrew her fingers. letting them far. listlessly. Robert laughed. Her lovely face, first white then aarlet only told him that she was gtsd to nee him. and spoke of girlish Innoeuoce. dear to all men. "Too went away so suddenly the other night" he ran on. “I didn't have a chance to say half I wanted to. I had something tor you. too, but couldn't get away until today to bring It down.” He palled a Uttle roil of papa from

"Don't roe like It little Pollyop?” OasrUd Robert putting Ms fingers undtc her chin and airing her laa to

“Top- al -Baa. lure I do I love It" *TWn why don't you smile?" he deawnded; and as she shyly compiled with Ms request, he an on: "Pa talked with MacKenrie. and he's so set— Confound It! He m&kec me so hot I can scarcely listen to him. Bat Polly dear HI do everything I «*«>• Pvs got monej and friend* as veil as he has. and I'll use 'em too. Will you trust me. sweet#" She bowed her bad to fateful assent How she thrilled at the touch of the warm, whit# hand! “Look at me. dearie" he begged, and. when she did flash him a rosy glance, be aught her to him. “I lows you. little girt." be whispered. "An* lore’s the greetrst thing la Ithaca ain't It?" she murmured In trembling confusion. “la. yea." be bratbed. "Uttle girl—oh. tny Httlest dar—" His voice trailed away, and ■tonste kisses made Polly Hopkliw forget everything but Mm. Primeval passion rose within her. Bbe had found her man. and nothing should take Mm from her.

“I’ll kasp ths baby aa* tbs •baoty 'till ysa gat bsek. Daddy dartin'.”

iTJ BE OONT2bVED.)

Dutch child!?• I acti, too same at; la as their parema

spring wraps this season. Even if they do. perhaps, suggest “toe wedding of May and December." they are logical and sensible, especially In this age of motoring. Then, too. cool blueses have a way of springing up “a perfect day in June.” A separate fur neckpiece is a constant responsibility, for It has a way of toning Itself, much to the disturbance of

fashion's prophecy rings true, few there are who will go capelesa tola season. There are more ways than one to yleid to toe cape temptation. Most of us are choosing the three-piece suit route, for It leads to capes at every turn. In the cepe to match the frock, designers find a new field for expres-

Almost

Instantaneous succewi

Wrap of Navy Blue Vsldyns.

one's pcuce ut mind. Here, again, toe fur-collared wrap coarts favor. The new fur collars are ever so flftttertng, and they am fashioned to come up high about the throat Caracul and gray squirrel are toe

furs for these col-

marked the entree or the <

This is doe, not only to the picturesque charm of the long, graceful cape, but toe fact that It Is “useful as well as ornamental" makes the cape-

suit of paramount Importance. The cape-suit adapts Itself to every

Ian. with perhaps a greater number age nnd to ever;' occasion. This is of toe former. This predilection for; true to regard to fabric o* well fa* cocoa-colored caracul come* about be-, color. Matrons are content with aeeause of the popularity of deth wraps | date na’-ie* und blacks In rich crepein toe lighter ah el! brown and toast like weaves. The one-piece dress of shades. simplest cut fastens up the slde-frotU. Three Is a fancy to use gray fur on accord n;; to latest dlcate of fashion, mat or henna cloth. This romblna- \ Youth U riveting In coarse bomntica Is wooderfttli/ effective. Often j spun and tweeds In most astounding the tones are carried out by embroider- colors. Some of the leading shops ars lag toe henna doth with gray angora 1 featuring these costumes to bright Hi-

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Asps rats Caps end Caps Costume.

1th oridssd Mlver buttons and porhap* a gray metal girdle. As to fringe, it Is coming in stronger than ever, and uspeciuUy as a trimming on ths now capes. Thl. season It U of exaggorsted depth and finds lavish pis foment on the gannert. It Is matched perfectly to toe wrap and the baod-ttef! fringe Is favored. The idea of tying strand* at Interval* over the skirt of the blouse capelike weeps U very good, in this way very effective results are obtained with a minimum use of the silk. The wrap pictured Is a navy blue v el dyne, with fringe used to the extreme. The collar U of the leading

Have you Joined the rape brigade?) If not. you undoubtedly will, for if

nosa yellow, heather blue and vloM tones, also toe French favorite—old rose—and the new willow green should be mentioned. Some ars strict'y tailored, some have a reverse side of plaid, while still others are lavishly done in yarn embroidery. Striking Indeed Is the cape costume herewith of white **rge with black wool fringe and white braid. The separate cape Is also toe fashionable wrap for this season. Thau are elaborately lined, as shown to our Illustration, the same being black duvetyn with scarlet lining and deep

fringe.