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American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1922-05-05
CHAPTER X.

AS In a nightmare the squatter girl
blundered along the path, back to the
hut, carrying Wee Jerry in her arms.
Granny Hope was hobbIing from the
coop-hole when the girl stumbled over
the threshold.
something awfuPs happened, huh,
Pollyopf' the woman faltered, and
limping across the floor, she bent and
gathered the thin small boy to her.
Come to grandma, Jerry dear" she
coaxed, IAN hear a wee bit about
Love-"
The grooming voice, choked with en-
treaty, touched the edge of Polly Hop
kins' soul. She swayed forward to her
knees, caught the one withered hand
extended to her and chung there.
"TI set, my bird" mumbled Mrs.
Hope weakly, and she dropped into a
chair with Jerry in her lap. "Therel
Awl Don't cry that way, honey. Lis
ten, dear heart. Gods everywhere
An His love tool Can't"
Out Of the shower of ~glistening curls
appeared a wan, fearful face.
"Daddy's been took to Jail, Granny
Hope" PoIlyop burst out. "God can't
go in a dirty jail, God can'tl Old
Marc"
Mrs. Hopes sudden trembling broke
off the girls words; and Polly weps
again in hopeless misery as the wom-
an repeated almost duly:
God can't go in a dirty jail"
Then her face, lighted iy & radiant
thought, lost its drabness; and for a
time she stroked the bowed young
head. Then:
B your daddy loyin' you an the
baby?' she queried softly.
That question had never beer put to
Polly Hopkins before. Had Granny
Hope zone crazy to ask such a thing?
Every squatter in the settlement mar
yelled at Jeremiah's devotion to his
ehildrenl
Huh, brat dear?" came more forci-
bly, from Granny Hope, as if she were
determined to have an answer.
Pollyop lifted her head YEARLY.
"Sure, sure, Granny" she moaned.
Hell love us till he dies"
'Then my lass amt belieyin' any
longer that the God is love. like once
she was, huh? If Daddy Hopkins has
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CHAPTER XII.

over a week had passed since Hop
kins had stood before his peers TO be
judged of a crime the law would not
overlook. His lawyer, a good one and
well paid by Robert P~ercival, had
fought strenuously for a new trial (:
but after much elaboration on the
part of the judge, the motion had been
denied; and this was the last day of
Jeremiah's stay in the county jail.
1t was soon after luncheon time that
a high-powered motorcar was CARRYING
Evelyn Robertson and Marcus Mac
Kenzie to the Bennett farmhouse. The
purchasing of the farm had beer set
tied, as far as Marcus was concerned,
although Ewes pleading and Oscars
stu~bbornness had made him offer
more for the place than 1t was really
worth.
When the farmer walked up to the
automobile, as it stopped before his
door, Oscar paid no attention to Eve
Ign, sitting beside Mackenzie, save to
give her an awkward bow.
you've spoken to this squatter girl
about what you want, Bennett?" asked
Marcus, going to the point at once.
Eyes, sure l have,' growled Oscar.
Il told YOU that t'other day but Polly
TO be always holding off for
something. If she toes the mark, then
I'll sell my farm and take her West.
| won't have that brat of a Jerry.
though, but I suppose Pollyu make a
row when / tel her that"
"You won't be worried with the boy,
Bennett. I'm going to have the Chill
dren's society take him. Hopkins will
serve a long term, and if you marry
Polly, the rest of the pests win scatter
after a while. III be glad to be rid
of the whole Hopkins tribe. But that
girl is like a burr; she sticks tighter.
the more YOU pull
That's the bargain. Mr.. Mackenzie.
! sell the farm at the price we talked
get Polly Hopkins. If don't get
'er, then ! won't sell, I can make a
good living i'ere for "a and nv moth
American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1922-05-05

an be back before any of Old Mares
spies turn owe for another nap"
Polly knew her father well enough
not to make another appeal. She
dressed Wee Jerry at Jeremiah's com
mand, and then, troubled in spirit.
watched him stride away in the keen
morning air.
1t had been decided among the
squatter men that to keep the breath
of life In their women and children
they must hunt and fish, but that
nothing should be caught that the law
forbade. 1t was this thought that was
running through the squatter's mind
as he crept up to see If a woodchuck
had ventured out. One was sitting
up, taking a suvey Of the neigh
borhood, when Hopkins lifted his gun
and with one sharp crack and a belch
of smoke the furry fellow tumbled
over.
The squatter strobe forward and
was in the act Of picking 1t up when
three men appeared as If they had
sprung from the earth and with raised
pistols closed in upon him.
Jeremiah's huge jaw dropped at the
sight of them, and Wee Jerry's fingers
caught tight hold of his shaggy hair.
Drop that gum" cried one man, and
the still smoking rife fell to the earth.
II took but a ome to snap a pair
of handouts about the dazed mans
wrists. 1t was while Jeremiah's gace
was turned upward to quiet the
screaming Jerry that n os the men
quickly substituted Q dead squirrel,
and another went away with the dead
woodchuck. Then the third slipped &
chain around one of Daddy's wrists
and led him down the hill to the rag
ged rocks, the child still ~clinging to
his xsck.
Poly was standing under a willow
tree as her eyes caught sight Of Daddy
Hopkins and Wee Jerry between two
men. One of them strobe along, a lit
lie dead body dangling from one hand,
while held In the other hand was her
fathers gun. She ran toward them,
giving spasmodic cries of dismay.
Daddy !" she screamed.
No answer came from the blinking
squatter.
we caught him with the goods on"
~ man sneered at her.
but you're goin' to leave him with
me-" she shrilled, making her appeal
To the man who stood close to Jere-
miah. @addyll promise not to hunt
no more, won't you, honey2 Oh, Godl
You said you wouldn't shoot nothin'
the law said you couldn't"
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ent?" she stopped him quickly, anC
then she caught the look he cast
around the room.
TN always be a squatter." she went
on fiereely. II love squatters. ! do"
His face burned at the emphasis on
her words, yet he liked her better for
standing by her humble friends.
"And o love me too. don't you.
Poliyop?" he asked, reaching out and
taking n of her hands.
Didn't she love him? All, more than
she even dared to admit to herself' A
blush mounted to her curls.
Yep, I'm lOvin' you, too," she
breathed. "Y0u an daddy"
Robert stood up dizzily, bringing her
mp with him. What was there in this
crude squatter lassie that made his
heart beat so1
Polly" he murmured, drawing her
to him Little Polly" and then he
raised her face to his-"Kiss me,
sweet
Limp and trembling, she leaned
against him as she had that day in his
own home. She was so tired and
lonely.
Il want you always, Polly" he
whispered in her ear. "Some day 1
want you for my wife. I'll take you
away from Ithaca-all of you, your
father and the baby-and Granny
Hope too. You hear, don't you.
Pollyop?"
AT that Polly chung to him. She had
lost sight of the fact that she might
have to marry Oscar Bennett to free
Daddy Hopkins, and to keep her peo-
pie in the Silent City. She only real
lied that she was In Roberts arms,
and that he was telling her over and
over and over that he adored her.
Hadn't you best go now?" she
asked. "Some one might catch you
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Storm Country
Polly
CONTINUED

Yep" returned Hopkins CHANGING
up. There amt no one astir so early.
an I'll bring back something, mebbe
q w~oodchuck or q skunk. We amt
had enough to keep a mess of flies
alive since Old Marc got back"
That was truei No one knew better
than Pollyop how they had missed the
little she had received from Bennett
Sick at heart, she snatched at his
hand
I'VE might best be without grub.
Daddy" she said ~passionately. "Awl
Don't start rubbin' it up again You'll
get pinched, If you hunt out of season
40 matter what you shoot. For less
than carryin' a gun, Old Mares got a
bunch of our men. You shan't do It,
Daddy. You shan't, 1 sayP
IL only she could persuade him NOT
to hunt until Robert had come to an
understanding with Mackenzie. If he
didn't succeed-then she knew another
way.
"Mebbe in a little while you can
hunt all you like, Daddy" she ven
tured softly.
What do o NEAR by that, brat7"
asked jeremiah, centering his keen
eyes upon her.
She leaned forward and slipped both
arms about his big waist.
Il don't want you to go today,
Daddy" she returned noncommittally.
"Why don't you just stay at home, an
AN"
Nope, I'm goin'," interrupted Hop
kins. San Jerry's a-goin,. with me.
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Il didn't, brat" krunted HopkIna

| didn't, brat" srunted Hopkins.
Then his w caught sight of the
squirrel, n his jaw dropped. A
hoarse groan fell from him.
Il didn't shoot no squirrel. Poll" he
cried out to her. ~ got that big
chuck l were tellin' you about" Then
turning glaring.. fury-flled eyes on the
mar VIC had sneered at the girl. he
continued, you planted that d-n lit
tie critter on me, mister. l never shot
him."
Pollyop's lids widened In terror.
She lifted one hand and caught the
child's shoulder.
Jerry, baby" she cried madly, "you
was thereI Tell Pollyop what Daddy
shot -
Sure 1 was there" he sobbed,
drawing his sleeve across his face.
Twas a big woodchuck settin' up by
his hole, an my Daddy Hopkins"
The officer who had the squirrel in
his hand, put it into his pocket and
seized the child by the arm and shook
him.
Here, kid" he shouted, none Of
your lip. You've been set up to tell
that lie" 9
The mans aspect was so threaten
Ing that Wee Jerry broke off his words
and, grasping Daddy's bushy head
tightly, smothered his sobs in his hair.
Jeremiah Hopkins made a motion to-
ward the speaker, but a sharp twist
on the chain around his wrist checked
him.
You see, brat" he groaned, they've
framed me right"
Polly grasped the situation In an in
stant. She knew the planting system
a been practiced on the squatters
before. At last the law had her best
beloved.
Daddy never killed that squirrel"
she raved. HE didn't; an you d-n
buffers know he didn't. You can't get
by with nothin' like that. It's crooked
Here, you-you-yOu gimme my
daddy r.
Like a wildcat Embossed upon them,
Polly few first at one, then at the 9th
er. She bit at them, tore at their
clothes and kicked out with her strong
bare feet; but 1t was like a small
force attacking q mighty mountain.
Strong hands %pinioned her arms, and
while she stood raging at them, she
saw Wee Jerry snatched from his ia
theirs shoulders and set on the ground.
Then they led Daddy Hopkins away.
Dazed for a moment, Polly stood shak-
ing from head to foot. Grasping Jerry
by the hand, she ran swiftly after
them, crying out in despair that Daddy
must go home with her and the baby.
AT the lane Hopkins turned and
spoke to her.
Brat" he chcked, swallowing hard,
kiss your daddy, an let me smack
Wee Jerry too. Go on home. I'll be
comm back after a bit. Tell Larry
they got me, an that | said for him to
look after you an the kidl'
With her arms about his neck she
gave the promise squatter m
make their men when the majesty of
the law steps into the Silent City.
"T1l keep the baby an the shanty
till o get back. Daddy d%arlin'," she
sobbed. "Give your girl-brat kisses,
an'-here's Wee Jerry! I"
Even the officer who had the squir-
rel turned his head as the girl chung
to the big squatter.
Afraid to lead their prisoner
through the Silent City, the deputies
marched him up the lane toward the
railroad tracks. AS they turned into
the boulevard. Hopkins looked back
down the hill, Pollyop was still In the
road, and Wee Jerry was in her arms,
his face pressed against her neck.
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Answered Mrs. Hope.
with thready locks of gray; and then
two quivering wizened lips fell upon a
trembling rosy mouth.
Say something more, little Granny"
whispered Pollyop. "oh, Godn do
what you say He will-mebbe, huh?"
Weary with unusual emotion. the
woman's head bobbed forward.
with God, Pollyop," she whispered
family, "there amt no mebbe. When
you get a swat from a hand like Old
Mares, then a angel from Heaven"
Instantly Polly Hopkins was on her
feet. An angel from HeavenI A
blessed angel would help Daddy Hop
kinsl
"Darlin'," she murmured. bending
over Mrs. Hope, get on my bed an
take Wee Jerry. I'm goin' out"
Polly Hopkins was in the Robertson
grape arbor before she fully realized
the task which she had undertaken.
To thrust herself into the presence of
Robert Percival was not so easy as
She hdu anticipated.
"Just let Pollyop find I'm alone,
Jesus DEAR" she prayed, and then
stepped out from among the vines.
1t was a coy scene that met her
eyes when she ventured into the house.
The family were at breakfast; and
Marcus Mackenzie in his riding suit
was drinking coffee. At the sight of
her he put down the cup and rose to
his feet and instantly Percival got up
too. Evelyn went white; and an
ejaculation fell from Mrs. Robertson's
lips.
Throwing a questioning glance from
one to the other. the girls eyes set
tied at last IN Roberts face.
They've took my Daddy Hopkins to
jail" she faltered, IAN I've come to
get i'm back"
The loud laugh that burst from
MaeKenzie's lips brought a glare from
Robert.
THANK God, we've got him at last"
Marcus exulted.
The expression of woe died in the
squatter girls eyes as Robert PercivaI
came toward her.
"Whatw he calculated, and then as
though conscious of the hate that was
at the newcomer by Marcus
he added In a lower tone:
Poor little grill Come into my study,
Polly, and tell me about It,"
Nonsense, Bob" interrupted Mac
Kenzie rudely. Let her tell her lies
I'd like to hear what she has to
say"
A flush mounted to Roberts face as
he turned angrily on the speaker.
During the moment he was struggling
for composure, Mrs. Robertson and her
daughter hung On the scene with bated
Dreathss
Must / remind you whose house
this is, Mackenzie? 2" demanded Perci-
val finally; and Marcus sank down
into his chair with a muttered apology.
Il didn't come to tell lies, Mr.. Mac
.enzie," Polly broke out i%mpetuously.
I've come to tell Gods truth" Then
recollection OF her fathers des-
perate need overwhelmed her, and she
Your men planted a squirrel
IN Inn, sir; Daddy said so. an Jerry
saw 'em."
To Percival, watching the man and
girl, came the conviction that she had
old the truth, and that Mackenzie
Snew she had. Before he could break
n, Polly spoke again.
please, sir" she begged, please,
Mackenzie. give i'm back to me.
can. Do it, an, an, oh, God, III
lie for YOU"
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here. No! Please, please don't kiss
me no more.'
Without the slightest regard for her
protestatiOns, Robert, smiling, gath.
cred her completely into his arms.
Perhaps" he stammered, perhaps,
sweetheart. your father'Il come back
In spite of Marcus Mackenzie. Good
by, dear"
She followed him to the door and
watched him go up the lane. Then she
crept back into the shanty.
Daddy" she cried, "Tm tryin' my
best to save you, dear, an, an 1 will,
| will, darlin'. Your bratll save you,
Daddy-but oh, God, 1t seems as how
| couldn't do it,"
The New York herald., 1922-10-09
Rival Club O1vnerS to Get
$4,000 for Games Played
indications Are That Sum Will Not Balance Money
Paid Out-Events of Week at Polo Grounds
Seen as Boost for Baseball

stead Of tying the. score the Yankees
lost.
After Meusel reached first Wally
Schang sacrificed him to second. A wild
pitch advanced him to third. Then
Nehf purposely passed Ward, obviously
with intention of increasing the possl-
billty OF a double play which would re
tire the Yankees. Next Scott hit a
short fly TO Bill Cunningham who made
a perfect throw to the plate. Meusel
again ran as though pursued by a.
singing memory of his lapse OF the day
before and slid into the plate. Cum
ningham's throw. it seemed, had him
beat at the plate. but after waving
Meusel out Wild Bill Klein changed his
decision claiming Meusel had slid under
Pancho Snyder the silent Texan who
Immediately became very verbose.
The other Giants joined him in vio-
lent protest, but Klein remained stead
fast and the decision stood. At this
time il appeared the Yanks were finally
headed for victory. but in the next in
ring the Giants and Long George caused
n terrific palpitation of the knee to Col
The New York herald., 1922-10-09

prise a single friend in New England
when she won the title. Tho greater
surprise would have been her defeat.
it is worth "A moments pause 70 con-
slider the outstanding influence which
made her success a matter OF easy re-
cording. From the time when Glenna
wore pigtails as she STROBE the links
she has been noted for y snappy drive,
which sent the bail yards further than
most OF her opponents. For four or Ave
years she has been able. on the ma Sor-
ity Of holes on each competitive round
TO sec what her opponent has done on
her second shot, and judge her own
thereby. This is a great advantage IN
many ways. II the opponent foozles
the second. then the long driver can ex-
pertinent with certain clubs or can try
Sor tho extra long carry or learn to pls y
Hfc, perhaps the hardest shot IN golf
Experience In certain strokes comes
through the advantage OF long driving.
and Miss Collects case proves this he.
yond doubt. Perhaps. IN tho develop
uient ot champions. the professional or
r,tor should proceed first 10 tho toe and,
attcr spending half an hour or 30 then
march 20 the putting green. We know
of 20 better way TO develop a champion
Of tSe type the game IS producing right
pyur
The New York herald., 1922-10-09
game uphill fgiIl%-rt--~f7A

game uphill iigllI;.hf-awra,
came n five run lead whic.A
the American Association pied up in
the third inning. the Baltimore club Of
the international League, won the third
game Of the little world series here this
afternoon. 3 to 10. The contest was
witnessed by a capacity crowd. there
being 1903 paid admissions. Thou
sands were turned away. the manage
ment stopping the sale OF tickets TO the
grandstand at . o'clock. half an hour
before game time.
Joe Sheehan of the Saints and Jack
Bentley OF the Orioles. considered the
pitching aces of the rivals. started on
the mound and both were driven to the
showers. Bentley was touched up for
six hits in the third. including homers
out Of the park by Golvin and Dresser.
The Orioles came right back in the
third with four run rally. which put
them within one run OF the visitors In
the next inning they continued pounding
the bali at the expense OF Rogers. who
had relieved Sheehan in the third. A
homer by Bishop in the fourth. with
two on the bases. was che blow which
clinched the game for Baltimore.
The score:
The New York herald., 1922-10-09
Old Time Fap0riteS Fall
in British Pro- Golf
Southern Section Qualifying in News of World Tourna-
ment Is Disastrous to Vardon, Braid and White
Among the Former Champions
ny JOHN G.. ANDERSON.

learn. He comes from the Isle Of Jer-
sey, where Harry Nardcn and Ted Ray
were born, and as a matter Of fact Is
the son OF one OF the old schoolmastcrs
who taught the three RS 10 the former
champions. He will be heard from
within the next two or three years.
Bob Herd. son OF Sandy Herd was
well to the fore at 145. but he will
scarcely come through to champion
ship. For many years, Bob is now 30
he has served his moro famous father
in the shop and has been forced TO stay
az home while his elder entered the
events.
G. A. whitcomb Is another OF the
newcomers who may be listed as having
chance at an open title. But IL does
look as II the only golfers standing be-
tween continued grip on the open title
now held by Hagen arc Duncan Mitchell
aud Havers. The pair now touring IN
America have done better this year even
than last with thirty-soven matches won
two tied and but eight lost. In addition
Duncan in field containing almost all
the stars who were in the national open
takes away a minor title. that Of west.
ern New York State. won at Buffalo
with 2Sl. with Hagen second. four or
five strokes Off while Mitchell has tlc
Southern open TO his credit again with
a wonderful field TO beat and score OF
ESQ, with Hagen and Hutchison vel
down the list
This ought go keep up tho courage OF
some OF the Britishers who are bemoan.
ink the fate Of British golf. The tour
ing pair have lost but three matches "a
professional pairs this year II is a safe
wager that if several Of the top notch
American pros had the rest OF their
game up TO tho putting green they
would walk away with titles year after
year But so long as american guprenl-
acy on the putting green remains con-
stant 80 long will our hopes stay high
for a retention OF the British open cham
pionship cup.
Tho remarkable win OF Genna Col
lott in the women's championship again
shows the influence which constant COM
petition has when the time Of stress ar
rivcs Since she was IA Miss Collctt
has been in the public eye quite n,
much az Bcbby Jones, though over a
more restricted area. She did not sur.
The New York herald., 1922-10-09
Big SUNDAY CROWD
AT 'HERALD'S' BOARD

City Hall Park on Sunday afternoon
is generally a pretty dull. deserted, list
less place. Yesterday it was chock full
Of straining. shouting, gesticulating hu-
manity intent upon watching the result
of the closing game of the world series
as II was given play by play on the elec-
trically operated New YoRK HERALp
scoreboard on the north side OF the
square.
The crowd represented more than the
mere curiosity OF the passing pedestrian.
Men and a sprinklng OF women began
TO gather long before the game-coming
from every subway entrance in the
vicinity TO take up "a permanent place in
the sidewalk bleachers, demonstrating
that THE NEW York HERALD series pres
entation has become an institution in
the minds of the fans.
The kids had far and away the best
time they've had since the series. sun
day must have been an off day for lots
OF the cops. and the youngsters who
didn't get a front row seat took an ole
vated position along the Court House
front without moiestation from the po-
lice. Some Of the Alpine abilities shown
by the nimble footed youngsters in
climbing up sheer smooth surface
would have been the envy Of some %
the human flies" who havc been per-
forming less darinKly for greater re-
turns. Being Sunday. tho Youngsters
had been cleaned. polished and booted.
but the encur1brance Of clothes neither
diminished their enthusiasm nor inter-
fered perceptiblv with their desires
There were many Yankee fans who
watched their favorites 20 down TO de-
feat In silence. but for every Yankee
rooters there must have been hun
dred or more friends OF the Giants,
judging from the shouts and applause
that thundered into the city room each
time one Of the McGraw men crossed the
plato. From the standpoint Of the man
IN the street the victory was popu-
lar ono