Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section Polly of the Storm Country (Concluded) covered Evelyn's body with pillows and laid down beside her in bed. McKenzie came into the house. Grief had left his face white and drawn. "My God," he said, "my wife's gone. She's gone. I want you to help me. I'll pay you for it"— what a different McKenzie ! But Polly and Larry only laughed cruelly. "Maybe your woman's freezing in the snow," suggested Polly heartlessly. McKenzie left the house frenzied, followed by harsh laughter. "You're going to die," Polly kept repeating over when Larry had again gone out, and she lifted the covers that hid Evelyn from sight. "But I'm going to tell you somethin' before you do. D'ye hear?" Then Polly told the story of Larry Bishop and his wife and babe, of Daddy Hopkins and wee Jerry and herself. "Now you see," she said, "you're the one thing that can hurt ol* McKenzie like he has hurt us — an' you're goin' to gpt it. Maybe old Marc won't be so mean to us for a while." For many weeks now, Polly had kept a coat hung over the picture of the greatest mother in the world which Robert Perceval had given her. Tonight old McKenzie had brushed against it, and the coat lay in a heap. As Polly glanced about the room her eyes became riveted on one spot. There from the wall the great sad eyes with their message of love looked straight into hers. Against her will, the picture of the slim straight boy who had called her "the littlest mother in all the world" swept into her heart for the first time in days and days. Then old memories, old emotions, old sensations came flooding back. She went closer to the pleading mother and stood looking at her for several moments. Then she turned back to Evelyn McKenzie and took off the ropes which bound her. "I'm going to take you back to your man," she said simply. And she did — on Daddy Hopkins' old sled, up to the great house where light poured forth from every wi.idow. At the door Pollyop turned to go, but Evelyn McKenzie pulled her into the library where Mrs. Robertson and Marc McKenzie sat in agonized silence. "I was going to kill her," said Pollyop — the old Pollyop always ready to take the blame. From her place in her husband's arms, Evelyn told her story, and for the first time in her life, she told the entire truth. Finally Polly thought she must be going, but Evelyn would not hear to her staying alone in her shanty overnight. "Marc, you go with her and bring her back," she asked, "and mother, bring down my fur coat and hat — Polly must be warm." When Marc McKenzie and Pollyop arrived at the Hopkins shanty, a bright light streamed across the snow to welcome Chem. Polly's heart stopped beating at what she saw inside the window. There, against the wall, stood Robert Perceval, and opposite bim was Daddy Hopkins with wee Jerry on his shoulder. 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