Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-09-14
CHAPTER xvI-continued.

Qulet-Ilke, aSKln Jesus every minute
that your man'll be hikin' here Eastern
4 crow can fly"
Evelyn raised her head.
"KIss me. Polly dear" she begged.
with streaming eyes.
"All right" murmured the squat
ter girl. "Kisses're mighty comfortin'.
amt they?"
She stopped and laid her lips on
Evelyn's and turning swiftly. left the
room. Evelyn heard her snufiing the
candles outside and then heard the
latch click as Pollyop closed the door
behind her.
Bounding out into the snow. Pollyop
raced through the road toward Bish-
ops hut. for she had decided to speak
to him before going on. She lifted
the latch and peeped In.
Larry sat by the stove. putting his
pipe. He gave her but a glance then
dropped his head mournfully.
"Where's Lye. Larryf" Polly asked
In a kissing whisper.
"Gone home," came in . grunt.
"He's sick to his stummick. an so be
I. I'm most froze. too"
With her hand on the latch Of the
door which she had closed against
the storm, the girl stood In shivering
indet1sion. She felt intuitively the
inner emotions going on inside the
stolid speaker. She wanted to throw
her arms about him and tell him all
thn' had passed In her home during the
last hour. But II she did. Larry would
take the blame of the crime on him
self. OF course he would! Polly Hop
kins knew the heart Of Larry Bishop
as II she hsE 1nade 1t herself from
Gods own clay. If the person in her
shack had been Old Marc. he would
have had no compunction In putting
him out Of the way. but a woman
~ don't want you for anything to-
night. Larry Bishop" she broke out.
fumbling with the latch. "An'. mind
you, dearie. never tell nobody you an
Lye swiped Old Mares woman. That's
q promise. Larry. amt it?"
"Yep." replied Bishop. nauseated.
''Then go to bed an sleep!" returned
Pollyop. "You'll get warm. an'-an'-
I'll zee yon tomorrow-mebbe. won't
be beetlin' you In my shanty tonight"
Then she went swiftly out, slammed
the door and was away like winter
bird. before the sQuatter could Ques;
tion her.
Swiftly she ran on, her hair almost
on end because. to save her friends.
bhe must face the naughty MacKen-
lie himself. II had been her cruelty
thnt had prompted their act, and now,
besides saving Evelyn. she must shield
them. The nearer she came to the
Mackenzie house. the harder her heart
pounded, with dread at the task before
her.
In the meantime Marcus Mackenzie
and his wife's mother were together,
the lady stretched out on the divan,
and Marcus pacing the floor. Since
Mackenzie had left the Hopkins shack,
he had ridden madly over the hills,
urging every man available to help
him find his wife. Secretly he had
wept tears such as never had poured
from his eyes before in all his super
cilious days.
Having set in motion what aid he
eould summon from town and coun-
try, he had come back home to the
hysterical mother. He had no COM
forting assurances to give her, or any
to allay the burning grief within him
self. Evelyn had disappeared as If
the ground had opened and swallowed
her up. He paused in front of Mrs.
Robertson, his dark, handsome face
working Deinfully.
"Yosfre very sure she wes feeling
well just before she went out?" he
inquired. "She didn't act as If she
had anything to worry over?"
Mrs. Robertson used her handker-
chief before she answered.
II can't think Of anything" she hes
itated. 'unless it was about Bob. Late
ly he's been so different. I asked Eve
one day" She broke off and dis
solved in tears.
Eyes, you asked her one day
whatf" Mackenzie urged.
at was about Bob" continued the
weeping lady. Eve thought he was
suffering over-over-"
swell" Snapped Marcus.
Would the woman never cease her |
everlasting crying and give him clue
II she had one7
"Well!" he goaded her on more furi-
eusly.
"Polly Hopkins!" she sobbed. "Eve
said your continual pounding at the
DQuatters had about broken the boys |
spirit"
"Rubbish! exclaimed Mackenzie.
Eve wouldn't waste her time worry
Ing over such rats. Bob's fool. I've
discovered Where is he?"
II don't know" answered Mrs. Rob-
srtson He goes away for days at a
time without saying word to Eve
sr me. And he looks perfectly dread
lul. think Evelyn's grieved over
him."
swhy didn't you tell me - beforeT'
e1ied the man, turning on her swiftly. |
To have soon made my young gentle |