The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1922-02-23

the name Of Hope They live IKE -,
too
The poor things haven't much q
chance 70 live otherwise, have they,
Marc7" The question evidently ~
quired no answer "weil. what Do you
think OF thstr he went on. Then b.
read aloud III your heart Is loving
and kind. come right in. II II Aint.
scoot or Why. that's beautiful
The warm. velvety brown the dch
mans threats had made a hard glare
was brought back 20 Polly's eyes BY
these words She could have Rugged
the speaker as hard as she sometimes
did Daddy Hopkins
Rubbish 90 sneered Mackenzie,
Perfect rot Your aunt was saying
this morning that the Hopkins girl T.
as odd as she Is filthy. The very idea
Of having a thing like that hung up"
Polly saw the younger man reach
out and touch the speaker with a
gioved hand.
Love isn't rubbish. wherever you
find n. old chap" he exclaimed. 1T
gives even a squatter shack a glimpse
of heaven. You oIght 10 help these
people Marc Give them a chance:
make something Of them, and they
won't bother you"
Burning tears filled Polly's eyes To
hear him speak in sympathy with her
fishermen friends touched her deeply.
And he had spoken OF love In the same
way Granny Hope did. too Pollyop
had never imagined old Mares kind
ever thought Of the meek-the lowly-
and the hungry. Far above the world,
up In the skies beyond the clouds
where the hue was, right alongside
the crucified Savior, Polly Hopkins
placed this new friend Of the Silent
City, Her thoughts were interrupted
by Mackenzie speaking.
They're pigs. Bob. ! tell you" he
repeated roughly. "and what ] brought
you down here today for"
Polly lost the rest Of his sentence.
Back and yet farther back she slipped
over the roof She had never heard
anything so dreadful as this. In fact,
she had always quite liked pigs, but
she had never thought OF comparing
the shanty or Granny Hope and Daddy
Hopkins to a barnyard and its occu-
pants.
She heard the men ride away; and
once more she sat up. BY raising her
body little. she could see them walk
ing their horses along the road that
led Its crooked way through the set
Element.
MacKenzie's straight, thick-set hg
ure made her shudder. but the slim
boyish one beside him brought q queer
little thrill to her heart.
Hes a beautiful angel himself.
she murmured, and taking up the az
she slipped down the tree and dropped
to the wet ground. Granny Hope
| Strengthened up as Polly entered the
kitchen. Swiftly the girl crawled oui
of her fathers trousers and tossed
back her curls.
whats the matter, pretty bratr
aueried the woman drowsily.
II got to find Daddy" replied Polly
her voice shaking. "old Mares back
an he's after US squatters a-fyin', an
Granny"
She paused, her face softened, and
she smiled.
"Yep, honeyf" prompted Mrs. Hope
"OId Marc had a beautiful ange
with him." went on the girl. AN ht
likes us squatters. He stood right W
to that rotten Mackenzie. l heart
him, | did" She crossed to the ole
woman's side. Loves able to send
angel slapbang down to this old eartt
to help us, huh, Granny Hopper
"Yep, sure-sure. honey-girl," muir
INJURED Granny. and once more hel
head bobbed forward. and she slept.
Polly Hopkins crept out Of the hu
and sped away along the shore TOWARD
Bad Mans ravine.
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