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SHINER GAZETTE, SHINER, TEXAS
Storm Country Polly
by Grace Miller White
CHAPTER XII—Continued.
—13—
Polly combed her hair and washed
her face and hands. Billy-goat Hop-
kins was in his place at the wood-box
eating a handful of oats she had
gleaned for him along the roadside.
Polly wished that she might take him,
too, but as long as she could not, Billy
should have a better feed than usual.
After everything else was attended
to, she unwrapped the silken dress
and put it on. Her bare feet showed
from under the hem, but she had de-
cided she looked better without the
boots, and as she stood gazing at her-
self up and down, she regretted that
she had not asked Evelyn for-a pair of
shoes too. Being careful not to soil
her skirt, she knelt and allowed Jerry
to climb on her shoulders.
The moment she stood outside the
shanty in the rain, she shivered. The
damp air nipped at her uncovered
arms and neck. To travel the long dis-
tance to the station, so illy covered,
was out of the question, and the gown
would be drenched through in a few
minutes. She turned back into the
shack and placed Jerry on the cot.
“Jerry wants to see Daddy Hop-
kins,” the child whimpered. “Ain’t we
goin’, Pollyop?”
“Yep, sure!” said Polly. “But sis-
ter’s got to put on her boots. She
can’t go this way. It’s too cold and
the walk to Ithaca’s too long, honey.”
Her brow puckered into a frown as
she drew on her father’s heavy boots
and slipped into his ragged coat. Then
she tucked the dress into the top of
the boots that it might show as little
as possible and went out again.
It was a long climb to the boule-
vard ; and the boy was heavy. But he
was very quiet, and a sudden rush of
tears almost blinded her as she turned
toward the city. How delighted both
Jerry and Daddy would be when they
spied each other! Gulping down her
tears, she shut out the thought that
perhaps some one would catch her
breaking the law and clap her in jail
too.
Granny Hope and her toothless
smile flashed before the eyes of her
tortured soul.
“Ask and it shall be given thee,”
seemed to leap from the vision of old
age.
“I did ask,” Pollyop cried aloud,
“but Old Marc said I couldn’t.”
In the past months which had taken
away three of her loves, many of the
lessons Mrs. Hope had taught her had
been effaced. She had even given up
the habit of asserting with utmost
faith: “Underneath are the everlast-
ing arms.”
She was almost overcome with ter-
ror and fatigue as she neared the sta-
tion. One thing seemed to clear her
She Was Almost Overcome With Ter-
ror and Fatigue as She Neared the
Station.
brow of wrinkles and lighten the load
she was carrying. Not a soul was in
sight. Even the station appeared to
be deserted.
At the northern end of the Auburn
jar, which was waiting for the engine
to pick it up, Pollyop halted. She
walked around it stealthily, and then
climbed up the steps. A little cry of
joy leaped to her lips as the door
opened under her touch.
Holding her breath, she shifted
Jerry to her arms and crept slowly in.
Rapidly she examined every corner;
but all the places large enough to
hold them both were in plain sight of
anyone walking through. At the ex-
treme end she discovered the state-
room ; and when she went into it, a
thankful feeling swept over her. It
was as if that empty cabin, with its
many dark places, had been built
there just for them. Here she could
stow Jerry away and hide herself out
of sight.
Under one of the cross seats she
placed the child, whispering a warn-
ing that he must be very quiet be-
cause, if a big man found them, he
could not go to Daddy Hopkins. Then
under the side seat that ran length-
wise, Polly crawled, and after she had
completely secreted herself, she drew
down the velvet half-curtain that hung
from the seat. It seemed hours before
she heard a sound. She hissed a
warning to Jerry, then waited in nerv-
ous tension.
From the station platform voices
seemed suddenly to rise up from every
quarter. Pollyop closed her eyes, too
confused to think of anything to dis-
sipate the agony of mind she was un-
dergoing.
A few minutes before train time a
high-powered motor car drew up to
the platform.
“We’ve got the drawing-room,
Marc,” explained Robert Percival,
“and while you three are shopping,
I’m going to dig around Auburn a
bit”
“I suppose you’re going to call on
your friend, Jeremiah,” taunted Mac-
Kenzie. “Bob, I’ll give you a pointer.
Drop that case! There’s no power on
earth that can open the prison doors
for Hopkins.”
To this Robert did not reply. In
deep reverie he helped his aunt and
cousin from the automobile and fol-
lowed them to the car.
• When Polly heard a number of
people come into the stateroom, she
put one hand over her lips. She
strained her ears to hear if Jerry had
made a move. How she hoped the
dear baby had fallen asleep, and that
he would not wake up until they
were in Auburn! As unexpected as
the voice of one long dead, the sound
of familiar tones came to her ears.
The words were:
“Now, Mrs. Robertson, you sit there,
and you too, Eve. Then you won’t
have to ride backward. Bob and I’ll
sit here.”
The squatter girl’s heart nearly
jumped out of her mouth. There, with-
in touching distance, was her power-
ful enemy. Her flesh tingled as If
bees had stung her. Robert Percival,
and Evelyn too, were there. Pollyop
shivered and wished that she had
waited until tomorrow, or perhaps the
day after.
She tried to drive out the fear of
being discovered and think only of
Jerry’s happiness and Daddy’s. To
make her heart beat less fast, she
tried earnestly to think of some words
that Jesus would hear and under-
stand. But even that desire was
driven from her as two he&vy bodies
dropped upon the seat above her.
Plainly she saw two pairs of men’s
boots near enough to touch her if she
moved an inch forward.
Back against the side of the car she
pushed her head, noiselessly drawing
her thick curls over her shoulder to
make more room. How Intensely she
wished they were in Auburn! If the
train would only start ahead, she was
sure she would lose the insane desire
to open her mouth and scream.
Then a whistle from the engine, and
as if the man at the throttle had heard
the inward cry of her frightened
young soul, the train began to move
slowly. As it crossed the northern
end of the town, one of the owners
of the boots near her face grewT ex-
ceedingly, restless, and of a sudden he
pushed his foot directly against her
nose. Gently she shoved it away; and
a low exclamation from above fol-
lowed instantly.
Then a strong, large hand lifted the
velvet hangings; and before Pollyop
could stir, a set of fingers took sharp
hold of her face. In her frightened
state she threw the hand off; and an-
other ejaculation came to her ears.
Then two hands came under and
groped for a grip. She fought strenu-
ously to hold her place; but the per-
son pulled her out by main force.
Polly Hopkins was almost fainting
when Robert Percival placed her on
her feet. The silk dress, partly
tucked in Daddy’s boots and partly
out, was covered with dust. In silent
embarrassment she stooped and
brushed it. Then she glanced up im-
ploringly.
Robert, wax-white, was staring at
her as if he could not believe his eyes;
and MacKenzie, carried away by the
rage within him, viciously clutched at
her arm. Pollyop dragged herself
away frow the strong fingers.
“Don’t touch me, you,” she snapped
hoarsely at him. “I’m goin' to Auburn
to see my Daddy Hopkins.’’
Her voice was high-pitched and
tensely toned. Her gaze sought one
after another until it rested on Eve-
lyn Robertson, huddled back in the
corner of the seat.
“You can make him leave me be,
ma’am,” Polly wrent on. “I got a right
to go to Auburn as well’s any one
else.”
An unfeeling laugh left MacKenzie’s
lips; and a sharp exclamation fell
from Percival.
“You’re a thief,” Marcus thrust In
grimly. “A little thief. You’re steal-
ing a ride.”
With all her fighting instinct
roused, Polly squared herself.
“Sure, I’m stealin’ a ride,” she re-
torted. “I couldn’t ride honest; you
wouldn’t let me. My Daddy Hop-
kins—”
“It seems to me,” interrupted Mrs.
Robertson haughtily, “that she’s stolen
something else besides a ride. That
dress you have on, Miss; where’d you
get it?”
Polly’s under lip dropped. It
seemed as if a thousand hostile eyes
were glaring at her.
“It’s Evelyn’s dress,” went on the
lady. “Take that coat off and let me
see.”
Before Robert could interfere, Mac-
Kenzie had grasped Pollyop by the
shoulders and had stripped off the
heavy coat. And there she stood, her
bare young arms and sunburned neck
exposed, her scarlet face hidden by a
handful of curls. She was so ever-
whelmed with shame she could not
say a word.
“Twice a thief,” gritted MacKenzie.
“I suppose you didn’t give her this,
Eve?”
With one long finger he pointed at
the dress, but his eyes, sparkling with
anger, were on Evelyn.
Never had Miss Robertson been in
such a dilemma. Never had she felt
so much like quietly fainting away.
“Did you?” demanded Marc, once
more.
“No, no,” denied the girl, trembling.
“No, of course I didn’t give it to her.
Why should I?”
MacKenzie’s sharp, “You’ll land
where your father is, you huzzy,”
brought Polly’s flashing glance upon
him. Untaught to deceive for her
own advantage, she could not fathom
Evelyn’s direct falsehood. To lie for
a daddy, to keep a squatter friend
from prison—yes, she would have
done that, but a dress! And Evelyn
had given it to her, too! She turned
her burning eyes upon the other girl,
and there she read with sickening
certainty that the gift of the robe
must be buried in the grave with Os-
car Bennett. If Jerry had not been
tucked away back of the skirts of the
two women, Polly would have made
a dash for liberty, but she could not
leave the baby. Would no one help
her? Her eyes sought Robert’s face,
and as if he were awaking from a
dream, he picked up the coat.
“I’ll hand her over to the conduc-
ear,” Marcus proceeded. “He’ll know
what to do with her,” and he put out
his hand to grasp her.
“No you won’t,” snapped Robert,
moving in front of Pollyop. “I’ll look
after her myself, and if you folks want
to stay friendly with me, just don’t
mention this.” He held out the coat
to Polly Hopkins. “Put it on,” he or-
dered ; and instantly she obeyed him.
What he was going to do with her,
Pollyop did not know, but this thing
she did realize: Jerry could not see
Daddy Hopkins that day. She longed
to be back in the shanty, to get away
from MacKenzie’s flashing eyes and
the haughty stare of Mrs. Robertson.
As for Evelyn, she despised the quiv-
ering girl with all her straightforward
self.
Frowning, Robert stepped to the
door and called the conductor; and
when the official appeared, Polly shiv-
ered to her toes. The very sight of
his uniform suggested trouble for her
and Jerry.
“A friend of mine came down to see
us off,” said Robert distinctly, mak-
ing a gesture toward her. “The train
started before she could get off. Just
let us stop at MacKenney’s, will you?”
He had a roll of bills in his fingers
which he thrust into the officer’s hand.
Smilingly the man bowed and jerked
the cord over his head.
“We’re right there now, sir,” said
he.
“Thanks,” replied Robert. “Thanks;’’
and “Come,” he said to Pollyop.
Jerry! Daddy Hopkins’ baby, went
through her mind. Wee Jerry asleep
under the cross seat!
“Wait a bit, mister,” she faltered,
“wait till I get the baby. I were takin’
him up to see his daddy, so he
wouldn’t die.” Her lip trembled as*
she looked at Mrs. Robertson. “Get
up, please, ma’am,” she begged. “He’s
under there, where you’re sittin’!”
Mrs. Robertson and Evelyn rose Im-
mediately ; and Polly pulled the shawl*
bewrapped Jerry into full view. In
another instant Robert had snatched
up the child and pushed Polly out of
the door. He turned about and looked
back at the other three, a dreadful
expression on his face.
“If you stick your finger in this,
Marc,” he said huskily, “you can say
goodby to me for good.” And he fol-
lowed Polly out of the train as it
came to a stop.
MacKenney’s point was on the east
side of the lake, about opposite the
Hopkins shanty, and when Robert had
helped Polly off the train and had
seen it pull away north, he stood a
moment considering how best to get
her back home. He could not make
the girl tramp back to Ithaca and then
across the head of the lake to the
Silent City.
"Stay nere with the child,” he said
curtly. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Polly watched him dully as he
strode away. When he returned, he
had in his hand a large key with
which he unfastened a boathouse on
the shore. Almost before Pollyop
sensed what was happening, she was
in the stern of a boat with Jerry
crouched down beside her, and Rob-
ert’s strong arms were sending the
craft swiftly across the lake. Not a
word had been said between them un-
til they drew up under the willow
trees near Jeremiah’s shack.
“Get out,” exclaimed Robert, holding
the boat that it might not tip.
Pollyop scrambled to the bow, bring-
ing Jerry with her, the beautiful dress
now hanging in limp folds around her
feet. Very pale, Robert lifted her,
almost fainting, from the boat, and
picking Jerry up In his arms, walked
ahead to the shanty.
In the terrible moment that Polly
bent under his dark gaze, she felt she
must tell him the truth. How could
she let him go away thinking her
twice a thief, besides believing Oscar
Bennett had been her man?
She dared a timid glance at him.
“What in heaven’s name can I do
for you?” he demanded hoarsely. “You
don’t seem to have any honor at all!
Can’t I say something that would
make you a better girl?”
Polly swayed and pushed back her
curls. Her tired head fell forward on
her chest, and she bit her tongue to
keep back the rush of words.
“Get Wee Jerry back his Daddy
Hopkins,” she gulped presently, “an’—
"Stay Here With the Child,” He Said
Curtly. "I’ll Be Back in a Minute.”
an’ I’ll swear to be the goodest squat-
ter’s brat in the Silent City.”
No smile answered her emphatic
promise. Robert’s face was white and
severe, and he was studying her in
silence.
“It does seem,” he managed to say,
“the more I plan and work, the worse
things go.”
He wanted to kiss the pale lovely
face, to take her away from the set-
tlement. He wanted to banish the
last few months that, every time ho
thought of them, sent him dizzy with
pain.
“I’ve tried my best to have your fa-
ther released,” he continued in low
tones, “and I’ve tried not' to love you
at all. But I do want you to be good—
I mean as good as you can.”
Up went the curly head, and straight
into his eyes she sent a piercing glance.
One slender hand flung o.ut toward
him.
“Couldn’t you trust me, sir?” she
breathed. “Couldn’t you just forget
about—about—”
She advanced toward him, her hands
extended and her face twitching nerv-
ously.
“Of course taking the dress doesn’t
matter to me,” he choked. “Mr. Mac-
Kenzie is a very wicked man, and he
has treated you abominably. But, but
what hurts me so is the thought of the
man who died in your—your home—”
His voice broke and, turning swiftly,
he walked away.
Polly tried to call his name, but her
throat made no sound. When he disap-
peared up the lane she picked Jerry
up and, shivering, went into the
shanty.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Embarrassing.
My most embarrassing moment was
one day when one of my friends and
I were in town together. We went
into a store and my friend bought a
toothbrush. The storekeeper wrapped
it up and wre started out of the store.
He said something. I thought he
asked if we wanted anything else, so
I said “No,” and we went out of the
store. When we got out on the steps
he came out behind us and asked my
friend if she wasn’t going to pay for
the toothbrush. I certainly felt fool-
ish, because I knew then that that
was what he had asked before.—Ex-
change.
One of World's Great Rivers.
The mouth of the Yenisei is only
open for a few weeks in the year. One
of the largest rivers in the world, the
Yenisei, which flows into the Arctic
sea at Yeniseisk, is in its lower reach-
es four or five miles wide.
The Easier Way.
It’s so easy to yell for help and get
it that a lot of people never think it
worth while to try and work their
own way out of their difficulties.
PROGRAM FOR PRESS
MEETING ANNOUNCED
Annual Convention Will Be
Held at Denton on
May 11-12-13.
The program for the forty-third an-
nual convention of the Texas Press As-
sociation, which will be held at Denton
May 11-13, has been announced by Sam
P. Harben, secretary, as follows:
Thursday morning—Invocation, Rev.
Sam J. Mathieson, paster First Chris-
tian Church.
Welcome address, for Denton, Judge
John Speer; for the C. I. A., J. H.
Lowry, president of the board of re-
gents; for the North Texas Normal
College, Miss Margie Neal, member of
the board of regents; response, Henry
Edwards, Troup Banner.
President’s annual address. Appoint-
ment of committees. Announcements.
“Mail Troubles, How to Minimize
Them.” (postoffice and railway mail),
S. M. Gaines, superintendent railway
mail service, Fort Worth; Sam E. Mil-
ler, Index, Mineral Wells.
Thursday Noon—Luncheon 12 to
1:30 o’clock, tendered by the Civic
Clubs of Denton, at Lowry Dining Hall,
C. I. A. Meeting called to order at
1:30 by president. Music by orches-
tra.
“Job Prices, Is the Use of a Stand-
ard Price List Helpful—Can You Get
the Prices Laid Down in the List?”
C. W. Warwick, Randall County News,
Canyon.
“Job Stock—What Amount Is Nec-
essary to Properly Handle Satisfac-
torily the Trade?” Charles R. Devall,
Optic-Herald, Mount Vernon.
“How I Keep My Competitor My
Friend—How He Can and Does Help
Me,” J. D. Moyer, Citizen, Honey
Grove.
“Special Features—In the Weekly
Paper to Build and Hold Circulation—
Should the Women and Children’s In-
terest Be Paramount?” W. W. Lev-
erett, Signal, Gainesville.
Report or membership committee.
Adjournment at 4 o’clock for an
hour’s auto ride through the wheat
fields, inspection of state experiment
farm and barbecue at the farm.
Thursday evening—Invocation, Dr.
J. C. Varner, pastor First Presbyterian
Church.
“Advertising Rates: Should the As-
sociation Adopt a Standard Rate Per
1,000 Circulation, With a Minimum for
Smaller Papers?” Dabney White, Daily
Commercial, Corsicana.
“News Items: Should the Length
Be Governed According to Importance
of Item to Your Readers?” Gayle Tal-
bot, Reporter, Lometa.
“Classifying News, Local and Per-
sonal; Carrying Classified Ad Col-
umns,” J. W. Gay, Express, Venus.
“The Small Paper as a Leader in the
Development of American Thought,”
C. C. Cantrell, Banner, Greenville.
“Annual Essay,” P. E. Montgomery,
Monty’s Monthly, McAllen.
Report of constitution and by-laws
committee.
Friday Noon—Adjourn at 11:30 for
ride to North Texas State Normal Col-
lege, where a thirty-minute informal
program will be given, followed by al
fresco luncheon, served by domestic
science department; inspection of col-
lege and meeting friends of the editors
among the student body.
Meeting called to order at 2 o’clock
by president.
“Press Congress of the World; Its
Work,” W. D. Hornaday, school of
journalism, University of Texas, Aus-
tin.
“My Trip to Honolulu With the
World’s Press Congress as Representa-
tive of the Texas Press Association,”
C. H. McMaster, Galveston.
“The Country Newspaper and the
Rural Constituents; How to Interest
Them, Make Your Pgper a Help to
Them, a Benefit to the Community,”
John R. Lunsford, Mirror, Temple.”
“Making Advertising Profitable to
the Advertiser; How to Help With
Profitable Results,” Cecil Home, Re-
view, Cleburne; Buford O. Brown,
News Electra.
"Annual Poem,” Arthur Lefevre,
Texico Star, Houston.
Adjourn at 4 o’clock.
Complimentary tea for the ladies 4
to 5:30, at one of Denton’s beautiful
homes.
Trip to largest pressed brick plant
in Texas and other industrial enter-
prises, 4 to 6.
Friday Night—7 o’clock, special C.
I. A. dinner at Lowry Hall dining room,
followed by smoker and informal round
table discussion of newspaper prob-
lems. 9 o'clock, swimming party for
visitors at new gymnasium building.
Saturday morning—Meeting called
to order at 9:30 by president; invoca-
tion, Rev. Will C. McClung; “System of
Keeping Books and Records for Coun-
try Shops, the Importance That This
Should be Done,” A. H. Luker, Mes-
senger, Grapeland; “Selling Your Per-
sonality in Your Business,” J. L. Spenc-
er, Herald, Mart; awarding Belo cup;
awarding Olmstead cup; announcing
prize winners.
Reports of committees—Finance,
resolutions, memorial, revision of roll.
Election of officers; selection of next
meeting place; adjournment.
Wortham Population Growing.
Wortham, Tex.—The population of
Wortham has increased in the last six
months from 1,100 to 3,500, and is still
growing. Wortham is one of a few
towns in Texas of its size that hasn’t
had a failure in two years.
Improvements at Beckville.
Beckville, Tex.—The municipal gov-
ernment is doing extensive street im-
provement in the way of grading, lev-
eling and draining. Plans are being
made to enforce all city ordinances.
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