The Raymer enterprise., 1922-06-08
Storm Country Polly
BY Grace Miller White
Copyright byIh Browns Co.
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&c Miller White
Copyright by Little, Brown & Co.


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Of money
II CAM pet another dollar" abe re-.
peated hoarsely " simply can't And
and I must ha free.
A frown drew the mans heavy
brows together until they touched, and
he lifted his fist 90 strike; but Polly
Hopkins. by one swift movement.
thrust EVELYN from under the mans
appraised arm and crowded In between
them. Because Evelyn was his wife,
he had the right to beat her II he
pleased. Polly thought but he would
not dare to strike Polly.
III you've got to swat some one, Os.
car" she gritted between her teeth,
..swat me /"
The beautiful white face came close
to Benefits, and the challenge In the
squatter girls flashing eyes stirred q
feeling within him that he never had
had for Evelyn Robertson. Oscar had
always believed that q woman must
fear man to respect him, and that to
respect him meant to love him. He
did not want Evelyn Robertson In the
farmhouse. but he did want money and
Polly Hopkins. II he could master
her as he had Eve. she would come to
him willingly when he was ready for
her.
Working on that principle, he struck
out. As the huge fist came in contact
with Pollyop's shoulder, she staggered
backward. Her low cry was followed
BY Evelyn's scream. The squatter girl
sank to the. floor Imply. No one had
ever struck her before.
you've killed her" cried Evelyn !;
and Oscar Bennett, fearful that the
girls clamor would summon some in
oulsItiye squatter, turned swiftly to
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"Both Of you keep mum about this.
my lady, he ordered. I'm Off Seer"
With that he tore open the shanty
door; and Evelyn stood painting with
her hand on her heart until the sound
Of his running footsteps was lost In
the windstorm.
Then Evelyn led Polly Hopkins
home. One arm hung at the squatter
girls side; and the pain in her shoul.
der, where Oscars fist had landed, was
terrific. On nearing the shack, Polly
whispered:
''Mebbe he'll be quiet while now.
You'd best scoot home, huh?"
A small box passed from Eyelyn's
handbag to the squatter girls pocket.
II brought them for jerry" said
Evelyn softly, "and oh, Polly, what
ever can l do for you to even up
things? Perhaps"
"Scoot home," interrupted Polly,
"rm goin' ln.'
PoIlyop stole into the shanty In the
greatest torment she had ever known.
Granny Hope and Daddy Hopkins had
gone to bed. and she could hear her
fathers loud breathing from the back
room. She was glad of that, for II he
were to learn how she had been hurt,
his rage would know no bounds. She
lighted a candle and looked about
dazedly. The billy goat was Struggled
against the wood-box; and Mamie
Lamb poked her head up and blinked
at the light. Polly put down the
candle and slipped the dress from her
shoulder. How dreadfully 1t hurt her!
Oh, how she wanted something to
make her misery less! But squatters
did not have money to spend on drug.
store remedies.
From an old can she poured a little
coal oil on q rag and bathed the In.
lamb and dropped into a chair by the