Mexico weekly ledger., 1922-09-14

but without avail and patiently foily
sat down on the side of the cot. .
Miss Eve" she took up in low
tones. "Tm goin' to tell you some
thing Granny Hope told me. Now, you
want to get home to your man. don't
youf"
"Yes, yes, oh. SO bad. Pollyop," cried
Evelyn, hut ! can't stay here alone
l can'tt / can'tt"
She did not think then Of the many
days and nights the other girl had
passed by herself In the same little
shack.
"Mebbe It does seem so, Eve" said
Polly Hopkins. But, honey, when
I'm done youn be thinkin' different.
Now, listen; don't you know way down
In your insides that your mans near
ly sufferin' his life awayf"
Evelyn burst forth into weeping
afresh.
"Of course / know It, Polly" abe
sobbed, "but-"
can you want him to be wailIng all
night till daybreak, not KNOWN wheth-
er you're In the land Of the Twin or
not, huh?"
This was a solemn question asked
by a very solemn-eyed girl.
Another thing" continued Polly.
when 1t comes daybreak, there1l be
a lot Of sQuatters about. They come
every day to this lint. I'd have to
leave you then, wouldn't II Tonight
it's stormin', an most Of 'em are in
bed. ] could run as fast as a rabbit
an be back in a jify. Can't you
screw up your courage an let me go?'
This long statement Evelyn thought
over for a few moments. Then:
Perhaps I could, IT,"
II know you can" interrupted Pol
lyOp. "Now, listen; Granny Hope said
anything you want you can have out
Of loves own heart for the askin'."
But I'm such a wicked GIRL
moaned Evelyn dismally.
$50 be l." returned Pollyop prompt.
ly. "We're both rotten bad, God
knows, but never mind all that now.
I got to get Old Marc; an the only
way You cal help is to stay quiet
while I'm out for him. Now, lean on
me an I'll stow you away in the rub
bish room till / get back"
Ashamed to make further appeals
to the girl who was showing more
spirit than she had ever thought pos
sible for any girl to show, Evelyn al
lowed Pollyop to pick her up and
stand her on the floor.
Then the weak leaned on the strong,
and when Polly Hopkins tucked the
blankets about Evelyn, she whispered
Granny said prayers in this room
all last year an way on till she died,
The Lord is my shepherd, i shall MOI
wantl Granny said was one OF the
best to keep in mind"
She stopped and smoothed back the
hair from Evelyn's wet brow.
snow, while I'm gone you just lay
Quiet-like, askin' Jesus every minute
that your man1l be hikin' here Eastern
a crow can fly" s
Evelyn raised her head. 4
"Kiss me, Polly DEAR she begged,
with streaming eyes.
"All right! =" murmured the squat,
ter girl. "Kisses're mighty ~cofnfortins,
amt they?"
She stopped and laid her lips OH
Evelyn's and. turning swiftly, left the
room. Evelyn heard her snnfing the
candles outside and then heard the
latch click as Pollyop closed the door
behind her.
Bounding out into the snow, Pollyor
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 ther
dropped his head mournfully.
where's Lye, Larryf" Polly asked
In a kissing whisper.
"Gone home," came In q grunt
Hes sick to his stummick, an SO BIZ
H. III nOSt IEUIe, LOO. y
With her hand on the latch Of the
door which she had closed against
the storm, the girl stood in shiverinl
indeclsion. She felt iptuitiyely thi
inner emotions going or inside th'
stolid speaker. She wanted to throw
her arms about him and tell him al
that had passed In her home during tn,
last hour. But If she did. Larry woult
take the blame of the crime on him
self. OF course he would Polly Hop
kins knew the heart Of Larry Bishop
az II she had made IL herself from
Gods own clay. If the person In he
shack had been Old Marc; he woul,
have had no conjunction in puttinI
him out Of the way. but a woman
II don't want you for anything 70
night, Larry Bishop" she broke Out
fnmbling with the latch. "An'. min,
you, dearie, never tell nobody you ar
Lye swiped Old Mares woman. That
a promise, Larry, amt it7'
yep" replied Bishop. ~nauseated.
"Then go to bed an sleepi" returne,
Pollyop. You'll get warm, an'--an'-
I'll see you tomorrow-mebbe. I won
be needin' you in my shanty tonight.
Then she went swiftly out, sIamme
the door and was away like a winte
bird, before the squatter could qua
ton her.
II Swiftly she ran on. her hair Amos
on end because, to save her friend
she must face the naughty MacKer
lie himself. It had been her cruelt
that had prompted their act, and nov
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