The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-07-27

Get out with him before she cuts
up any more" growled Marcus, as
Polly bounded forward only to be met
by the speakers outstretched arms.
"If you make another scene, my
lady" he raped out, "Tll have you ar
rested for obstructing the law. And
remember this, huzzy, I'm going to get
you next"
His threat against herself meant
nothing to Polly Hopkins. But the
word "law"l II struck at her brain
like hammer. She suddenly felt as II
a tidal wave, strong and relentless, had
broken over her. II was the same law
taking Jerry that had imprisoned Dad
dy Hopkins, that had carried away
Larry Bishop from his woman. The
thought brought her up with sharp
gasp. She did not care what they did
with her, but little Jerry, Wee Baby
Jerryl
"What you goin' to do with him, mis-
teri" she begged, wringing her hands.
Tell me that / can't let i'm go till
you dol"
She caught at his arm, and the
strong brown fingers dug deep into his
flesh.
Look into the paper there and you'll
see where I'm going TO take him." an
swored Mackenzie. LET go of my
arm There" He wrenched himself
free. Then. enraged and with eyes
flashing, he shouted, Get out with the
kid, you men, and start OF -
Glad to be gone, the officials stepped
into the open, one of them carrying
the wrlthlng Jerry. Then Polly Hop
kins stood upright In the middle of the
shanty, grief, CONSERVATION, and then
an expression Of insanity passing over
her face.
Robert Percival was near her, not
daring to utter a word; her deep-set
agony was too terrible for sympathy
All at once she started forward; and
he made q desperate effort to stop
her.
"Pollyop." he pleaded. AS she raced
through the doorway, he called: "Wait
walt"
In an instant he was out beside her
speaking her name softly, imploringly
She paid no heed to him, but flung up
her arms. And then she laughed
Marcus Mackenzie was standing beside
his horse, and on beyond In the lane O
carriage was rolling away, from which
came plteous screams from Jerry.
"Pollyop," entreated Robert.
But Polly had bounded from him to
ward the man and the horse.
~ hope" she shrieked at Mackenzie
81 hope your hnnds'u wither off; I'm
wishIn' all you lowell die before your
eyes, an every day I'll be askln' Gran
ny Hopes lovin' God to d-n you TIL
you drop rottin' In your grave"
Marcus had halted with his foot ir
the stlrrup. He had heard every wort
she had uttered; and drops of colo
sweat gathered on his brow. Then
with an oath, he vaulted into the sad
die, put the spurs to his horse and gal
loped up the hill after the retreatinl
carriage.
hODtIl was
the side of the shanty when Polly
Hopkins turned swiftly back. He SPOKE
TO her; and she looked dazedly at him
Then she laughed again, directly int
his face; and the young man, almos
as dlstraught as she, tried to take holt
Of her.
"You scoot, too," she said to him
"get out, an stay out; an'-an' tel
your lily-livered cousin, / say, / hops
If she ever has a baby It won't hav'
no eyes to see 'er with, nor no mouti
to kiss 'er with-I hope m
"Oh, Coo" " groaned Robert.
Before he could get back his wits
she had rushed past him into thu
shack, slammed the door and barred 1
against him.
For more than two hours Polly Hop
klns lay face down on her cot. Durinl
that time. her loving heart had broker
and died within her. She had no longe
an incentive to live, no more a desir'
| to look forward to Daddy's home-com
ing.
When at length she crawled TO thu
floor, all signs OF tears had dlsap
peared, leaving the once glowing eye
dull and expressionless. There was NJ
one left to love save the billy goat. an,
to him she gave no heed.
In her almless wandering abou
the shanty she paused before the re
production Of 1.-THE Greatest Mother II
the World" Polly did not care 70
her any more either. Deliberately sh