The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1903-10-01
CHAPTER vj.-contirued.
<sfAs, sr ~ q Girl, .nSro." Ef

II
| Instinctively she glanced dowI
| toward the shop. The doors wer'
open. but no one was there. The hen'
pecking around the doors were the
only visible signs Of life to her anx
ious eyes Unconsciously she begar
hulling the strawberries with ne
chanical but steady fingers.
Times is duh 'nough, pears tt
me-" the woman proceeded. rlrs'
KEN there want q rain with ther gyar
din a.dryin' up spite o the care we
Civ ct: then as though thet warn
'nough. hyar kems ther accd'nt tel
thcr mare o. ther jcdge's son. an any
a. us likely to be kctched "a twarh
| tibet s'pIcion rests In one dhection
special"
II was coming Dolores waited WIN
bated breath. A heavy sense of gnil'
| fell upon her: she could not meet inc
gaze of the eyes bent upon her. and
she went on hulling the berries
waiting In silence for what she knc"
must come.
An them as knows says thyars
n great fcc.'n' over in thcr town yam
der bout thcr mare" the woman
voice struck in on the girls thoughts
"an SAYS et pears she were worm
deal % money. an now nobodyd goN
copper fer her an thcy's workin
steddy to fin ont who done thcr deed
an gottin' every one theys ken ter
prove thar s'piCions erect q n certain
person
Dolores was waiting II was com
ing now. she felt certain. She crush
ed some Of the berries In her hand
in a sudden frenzy.
"Theys holdin' court a'most every
day, an workin' as though twcre
some great thing thet critters
gone lame. Hut thcys won't do moth
In with ther s'plcioned feller tell
thars mo- ground. as thoys calls ct
though young Green do feel pretty
sartin who Is ther guilty one. but
theys got considerable proof ~
there's ter he a great time ter.morrer
an they wants yer feyther ter go ter
prov thar s'picions erect"
II was out nj last Dolores seemed
turned to stone: she neither moved
nor spoke: she dared not lift her eyes
from the red berries with which her
fingers were dyed Her head was whirl
Ing; there was n din In her ears as
though IA legion of spirits repeated
and shouted In wild horror:
"Theys wants yer feyther ter go ter
prove--thoys wants yer feyther ter
go-they wants yer feytber--ycr fey
ther--"
Her eyes were like those of hunt
ed animal. half hidden beneath their
long lashcs; her mind was filled with
great longing To go-to get away
from the tiny room out on the noun
tain under the quiet heavens where
the winds were free from the watch
Ing eyes.
The woman al th" other side al
the table arose with an injured air
She had received scarcely "A word oi
thanks for her berries. scarcely even
IA show of interest In her story.
"Thyars them as takes an int'resi
In thyar fellcr critters. an'thyars them
as don't" she said, tartly: IAN
thyars them as has rhyar s'plcion a.
things"
Dolores watched the woman's tall
gaunt figure go down the worn path
her purple print dress brushing tn,
scant grass with an indignant sweep
the cape of her sunbonnet limp ant
Tapping over her shoulders. Wher
A.. Il. A. L..
the shrubbory Of the roadside Dolores
put away the dish of berries and put
ON her gray sunbonnet to ga out.
II was early afternoon. The rock,
road. like n yellow thread. wound IN