The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1922-03-09
Storm Country Polly
by Grace Miller White
Copyrxtt thy little. browns Co.

comfort TO every one on eai'h
needs help - o,nr
"Golly, she's some mother a."
shey' breathed Polly soberly Snes
beautinI too. Squatter mammles mas
too many kids to stay handsome IKE
her" She made a backward MOTION
with her thumb toward the renee ""u
searched his face gravely.
A choking sensation In Roberts
throat made him cough. The girls
statement was like a charcoal draw
ing in which few broad lines tell the
whole story. He felt his interest in
her Increase. She was the qualntest,
prettlest and most solemn child he hau
ever seen. Yes. he knew she was an
inhabltant Of the Silent City by the
clothes she wore, and the thin, bow
legged child, tossay nothing of the be-
whlskered goat and woolly lamb that
were with her.
"whats your manner" he inquired.
"Just POllyOp" was the answer.
"Polly Hopkins. My daddy Is Jere-
mlah Hopkins, the mayor of this set
tlement."
Surely! Robert remembered very
well Mackenzie speaking Of Hopkins,
and he remembered too the painted
invitation over a hut door as " 1t
we're before his eyes. Looking Pollyop
over from the top Of her curly head to
the tips OF her bare feet, he decided
that she had written II.
Question after question he flung at
her, and answer after answer came
from Polly's lips. She told him where
she lived, and how she cooked the
beans, bacon and fish Daddy Hopkins
provided; how cold II was In the
shanty when the cruel north wind
swept up the lake; and how wet II
was when the rain fell and clammy
fogs shrouded the world In gray; how
Granny Hope was sick with pains. She
gave him an inside view OF life in the
Silent City. Long before she had fin
lshed her recital, Perclval's courtesy
had put her at her ease, and she was
chattering like magple.
'Can do something for you, Polly
Hopkins?" querled Robert, as she fin-
lshed telling about life In the squat.
ters' city.
She flung out both hands In a COM
prehenslve gesture as much as to say
he could see for himself how much she
needed.
"Sure, sure you can" she said with
fierce emphasis. you can make Old
Mare leave us sQuatters be. You're
blgger'n he Isl The squatters 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 Mackenzie.
II did try to talk sense into Mr..
MacKenzle's head" he returned pres.
emily, but now l will make him leave
you alone"
In spite Of the curved lips about
which a smile lurked, there was appre-
hension in her voice when she asked:
"Can you lick I'm to a finish, mis-
teri"
YES, think ! could,' laughed Rob
ert; but II won't be necessary"
"rhen | see us Silent City folks
beln' happy again." sighed Polly. ave
got a awful lot OF things an folks TO
take care OF here"
Robert made a sweep with his arm
that encompassed the group before
him.
"You have, evidently" he laughed.
IAN got more home" lnterjected
Polly. II got Daddy Hopkins an
Granny Hope-an' this brat is nv
brother, an this goat is Billy Hopkins
an this lambs Nannyop. Oh. sure
sir, I've got hull lot to love In this
good old city"
Polly made an upward motion with
her. hand toward the picture on the
fence.
"she's got bunch to love, too" she
said softly. saint she?"
- Ne'hNh W ltf sue ana cOUtQm-
plated with her the pictured woman.
making her silent appeal to them for
the wounded hoy In her arms.
"Of course she has" answered Per.
cival reverently. "She's the Creates,
Mother In the World, Polly Hopllns
and-and-" his gaze dropped upon
her, and he continued, "and you're the
littlest mother In the world"
A glad smile wIdened the girls Inns.
All the fear that had been as n ton
weight upon her had fallen away. She
wanted TO pay him the highest commit.
ment she knew. When he had mount.
ed, she told him gently:
"Some day you'll be the biggest an
most beRutifIlest daddy in the world
Good-by."