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;;:;Epk( J All right then here goes! r, t- 712 (16) Polly anna: The Glad. Boo k Z - ' - ' jedrs ok (Trademark) (Trademark) rrv Speed and biff capacity give the Ana Arbor owner unbeatable advantages that mean extra profitsquick, money-savin? work at lowest cost. - Hieh -speed with safety, true alignment, extra lone feed opening, quick "grass hopper" feeder arm. Neat work, too every bale smooth, free from, "tails." Beat the weatherman.: Especially Adapted for Baling Alfalfa. Vetch. Pea Vines, Soy Beans, Sudan Grass! lespcdeta. Sorohmn anfl Straw. : Many styles and sizes. Power presses in separate or combination outfits. cuss uAceram con Coiombu. s. c . Distributors tor tie Carolina. By ELEANOR H. PORTER Copyright 1913 By L. C. Page & Co., Inc. SYNOPSIS Pollyanna Whittier, daughter of a home missionary, on the death pf her father, cornea to make hr homo with her maternal aunt, Miss Polly Harrington, a wealthy, but stern and severe-faced woman of forty. Pollyanna has no welcome i waiting -for her, and only the bare . little attic room at the . top of the old mansion. Mist Polly plans to bring Pol lyanna up with a strict adherence to "duty. , Pollyanna . begins immediately to teach the "glad game" to her aunt's household and the neighbors. AltiUItSG&lIACEXfi COKFANY It Broadway Ann Arbor, tlicblgan Writ tor Sofktot M Profit i la Feragt Cfopa CHAPTER XI Introducing Jimmy t tt "- i wa n t neA r- ed, anyhow, . I don't beli -quit.- I'm goin' ter "live someuL else but I hain't found the place "ww, wiin a mother in it ;.'. nappcnca cr wc. ; :r . has folks- an T Woi C.! , "ulue! ye On a pleasant Thursday- morning n . ol t V . I01k"s since Pollyanna had been taking, calf 's-foot u ni now, I'Ve jelly again to Mrs. Snow. Mrs. Snow and Pollyanna were-the best; of gh aid 1 exPted Wends i -Their: friendship .had 1: that a had made, the one after she had told Mrs. Snow of the game. Mrs; Snow - herself was playing the game now, with Pollyanna. To be surer she was not playing it very well she had MissJPolly.didha two had broken a little over the last sentences. . , 'Why, what a shame I" sympathized Pollyanna. : "And didn't ther,L - !? Mil ft. A. -J L . . 1 uuuy want your u dear! I tnnw AUGUST came August brought sev- been sorry for everything for so long, T- WfWS ; A!Jse after- eral surprises and some changes- that it was not easy :to belad for. 2 T ' tAh.eJefwasn't none of which, however, were really a anything..now. But under Pollyanna's ntl Af VX A1? fo!i me surprise to Nancy. Nancy, since Pol- cheery instructions and merry laugh- p"nv 2n ,il 'ak' Urrno nrrival. hari come to look for ter at her mistakes, she was learninc? . royannaT stopped abruptly. The began to lyanna's arrival, had come to look for ter at her mistakes, she was learning riaw" if i-P a . - r,.. Tn Antr rt Pn'e dawning of a wonderful idea surprises and changes First there was the kitten. Pollyanna found pitifully some last. Au-uiiy, eveu, iu : t uhviihw t.. : r-i. i- j.i! j. .u- u-j -:j i.t.- Jww m cr iiuge uciigui, sue iiau saiu. tuai sac Cotton Quality "The man who feeds his Cotton well Will have long staple, good to sell Who starves his Cot ton much and late. Will get short staple, light of weight,, Writo for Book totd Had ool how to tort your Cotton tor Prot VILLIAM & 'MYERS, Dlrwtcp ''All T Imnn. !..t it. 1 i und the kitten mewing was glad Pollyanna brought calf-foot "'r A.rpii . ,cr ycc' 'J " My, love already ' thatl day sent over a .t' "'"f.. " J??'"4" iidn't find any great bowlful of "that same kind of ":' 7;'. p,,v ,, ',CT' , she told her jelly. 1 Lnt h!y " ,e encei 'cause. t Pollyanna wis thinking of this now fh"- " g and k,ni at once, as a matter of course. "And I was glad I didn one who owned it, too. aunt in happy confidenc wanted to bring it home all the time. I love kitties. I knew you'd be glad to 'let it live here." Miss Polly looked at the - forlorn little gray bunch of neglected misery in PollyannaY arms, and shivered: Miss Polly did not care for cats not even pretty, healthy, clean ones. "Ugh! Pollyanna 1 What a dirty little beast! And it's sick, I'm sure, and all mangy and neay. when suddenly she saw the boy. The boy was sitting in a disconso late little heap by the roadside, whit tling half-heartedly at a small stick. "Hullo," smiled Pollyanna, engag ingly. Jimmy Bean's thin little face brightened. "Honest Injun? Would she, now? I'd work, ye. know, an' I'm real, 'strong !" He bared a small, bony arm. The boy glanced np, but he looked Aunt PoI, is the lcest M ; world now that my mamma has gone ' to be. a Heaven angel. And there's roomsheaps of 'em," she continued, springing to her feet, and tugging at his arm. ' "It's an awful big house. Maybe, though,! she added a little anxiously, as they hurried on, "maybe SUALt PRICE BIG RFTOm (fefeTIll)ESIIlR$ won tor u a national mnt Uo-Hk Umk& tor yrj hi, tbtj art ilnpli m4 nW Ua 01 UMUtnettoaaUllfbtte weight. NoblfWtak bUla-lnyirtto4di to Tte omI ii lorn bat Uev barWy, m; 4 ftam aiU, lary i yut k fakk. iraa4lnalj, .' Batora fejin inaWa4 to NrCktakalfifrM. A. Uf. flDAVri CAMQ away again, at once. "Hullo yourself," he mumbled. Pollyanna laughed. t "NoV-you .don't look as if you'd be "frknow it, poor little thing," croon- glad even for calfs-foot jelly," she ed Pollyanna, tenderly, looking into chuckled, stopping before him, the little creature's frightened eyes. The boy stirred restlessly, gave her "And it's all trembly; too, it's so scar- a surprisedjpok, and began to whittle yoM hy'e to slep in thcatt'ic ro3m cu. louscc uucaii t ft.uuwi jci wm-.Ai ma wuii uic I did, at first. But there's screens weVc going to keep it, of course. broken-bladed kmfe in his hand. iherc iiow, so 'twon't be so hot, and anybody else,' retorted Pol yanna hesitated then dropped flies cant t j eithe t0 bring Mm Polly, ith meaning tmphasis. herself comfortably down on. the in gtfrm.things on their feet. Did Oh. yes, they do," nodded Polly- grass near. him. In spite of Polly- . vnt1 Vnnm tl,af? Tt., nprfectiv win, tntircly misunderstanding her- anna's brave assertion that she was ,ovd j u be sheni ,et read the aunt's words 1 told .everybody we - used to Ladies' Aiders," and "didn't booIif .e od-I mcarl if youve should keep tt if i didn't find where it mind," she had sighed at times for :ai ,,. wvIm tnn"- with a critical glance 'so you'll be glad there isn't any looking-glass; and the outdoor picture is nicer than any wall-one could be, so you won't mind sleeping in that room. at all, I'm, suTe," panted roiiyanna, nnamg suu- keep belonged. I knew you'd be glad to have it poor little lonesome thing r Miss Poll opened her lips and tried to speak; but in vain. The cur ious helpless feeling that had been id," she had sighed some companion of her own age. Hence her determination to make the most of this one. "My name's Pollyanna Whittier," she hegan pleasantly. ""What's hers so often since Pollyanna's arri- yours?' val, had her now fast in its rip. Again the boy stirred restlessly. He jpn1' Lf .t ntA.A the rest of her "Of coarse I knew," hurried on Pol- even almost got to his feet.: But he tnr ni,rnn, other than talk- lyanna, gratefully, "that you wouldn't settled back, ;nf ' let dear little lonesome kitty go "Jimmy Bean, he grunted with un- Gorrv!" exclaimed' Jimmy Bean hunting for a home when you'd just gracious indifference. a rrnAmcU. but WtVIJ F - taken me in; and I said, so to Mrs. "Good! Now we're introduced. Vm mirinffiv Then he added: "I Ford when she asked if you'd let me glad you did your part some folks Kotin' think anvbodv who could keep it. Why, I had the Ladies' Aid, don't, you know. Hive at Miss Polly !alk Ii need ter you know, and Kitty didn't have any- Harrington's house. Where do you rt n,1PA:n. ter fill up time body. I knew you'd feel that way," Hve?" s " luest,ons tcr m up THE BEST WAY TO BEAT THE BOLL WEEVIL Is to study our book THE BOLL WEEVIL PROBLEM By B. L. MOSS Mtntslng Editor of the Prosxeiiive F&mtr, and put its teocblnffi lato prtctlc. Price: Clolb 75c; Paper 50c, With ProgressiTe ftmtt One Yeu, Cloth, 51.40. Ppcrf $1.15. Order Yours Today, -t . jj.j 1 :i u t- i xT i n ' , wikii i snc nouueu nappuy, uc un irem iuwnere. ...... u..uA the room," : "Nowhere! Why, you can't do that ' ' ttnXyttyn on W Miss Polly. "I don't-" But Polly- serted Pollyanna. . shc r ei tor , I anna was already .halfway to the "Well, I don't just now. I'm hunt- ta tiVrW railing in' nn n nw nW." When tftC nOUSe WM re" kitchen, calling: - . in' up a new place." 'Naucy, Nancy, just see this dear "Ohl Where it is r" little kitty that Aunt Polly is going to The boy regarded her with scornful bring up along with me P And Aunt - eyes. Polly, in the sitting room who ab- "Silly 1 As if I'd be a-huntm for it horred cats-fell back in her chair if I knew r Pollyanna tossed her head a little. Th not t.- minted n lyanna unncsuaw" -companion straight into the P ence of her amazed aunt. t , "Oh, Aunt Polly," she triumphed, Just look a-here! I've got something ever so much nicer, even, than FW vi.jrawua iwHtu uci UCU 1HUC. . X'KriTifr tin It 3 real." is was not a nice boy, and.she did lLnfmindV t sleeping t4ike to be called "silly." Still, he :5? XIL and he was somebody besides-old folks. "!: 11 VLU x .hall need hu; thft most of the time xo reckon," ' . . ..rv MisS PoHy grtw wh,U. V. Our 1911 Farm Record Dook will nabl you to kep your accounti btttr. Tou can iret It. tetetbCT with & year's tubcrtpUoa to Tht rrofreilv Farmer, for U.15. with a gasp of dismay, powerless to remonstrate. The next day it was a dog, even dir- f ? v Anil vrvm f nr 1 rrn rVi re Vi i i HV aim uiwib iw.tw..., Jviuuj;j, mun inXTl J!J 1!..- t. . f li was the kitten; and again Miss Polly, y"crc Ullt uu "vc-ociorcr sue to her dumbfounded amazement,found h ucrscu nKurinK us a iuiiu uruictiur ... wv.nm iw Mict Hollv ETCW wuuv, , ana an angei oi mercy a roie xnat ni"cu mc uoy m- rc 5jjC did not quite uuy- j Pollyanna so unhesitatingly thrust patiently. but she thought she undcrsto upon her as a matter ot course, that "X have to be," retorted Pollyanna enough. woman wno aonorrea aogs even caimiy, "else 1 couian't una out a e than she did cats, if possible thing about you. If you'd talk more I him?" she monsxraie. The boy gave a short laugh. It was sharply. n . wk i Wlien, in less than a' week, how- a sheepish laugh, and not quite a ' The "dirty little boy 1C'1 p0i. ever, roliyanna brought home a willing one; but his face looked a lit- step and looked towaru small, ragged boy, and. confidently tie pleasantcr when he - spoke this -lyanna laughed. merrily, claimed the same protection for him, time. " ( , (Continued next wick; M Jub4l ... mpani Dt1,irnn whnt (IOCS ".. - wncrc Who is this d.rty if. uia you huu
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