The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1922-02-23

Il Was a orotesque Looking Girl Who
Few Minutes Later Was Fiatten-
Ino Out the Pans and the Old Bits
Of Tin Upon the Stone.
who a few minutes later was fatten-
ing out the pans and the old bits OF
tin upon the stone.
When that was finished she gath
cred them up and, III in hand. climbed
into the willow tree and onto the
roof Daddy Hopkins would be glad
when he came home and found the
shack dry and warm. Then she began
her task OF hammering the pieces OF
tin over the holes through which the
water dripped. Once In a while she
stopped working. and. fiat on her stom-
sch, sought for smaller cracks.
Just as she had mended the last
hole. she heard the sound of horses
hoofs and mems voices. With the fear
OF the prosecuted, she crouched close
to the roof. and like some frightened
animal, crawled to the edge OF II.
Squatters did not speak like that,
neither did they ride horseback.
There In the lane. astrlde two mag
nifcent animals, were two men. One
she recognized instantly. Polly had
every reason TO know the tall man
whose dark, handsome face had cast
deep shadows over the Silent City.
Marcus Mackenzie had been for years
the Nemesis that hung over the Cayu-
ga lake squatters. Even during his
absence on war work abroad, his long
arm had often reached back to the
Silent City to pick away some hus-
band and close the prison gates be-
hind him.
Pollyop had a passionate desire to
throw the Ak at him. She knew there
was not a heart In all the Silent City
that did not beat with dread at the
very mention Of his name.
Then she caught glimpse Of the
other mans face and forgot her terror
OF Marcus Mackenzie. In Ithaca and
about II she had seen many soldiers
but never anyone like MacKenzie's
companion. He was dressed in an Of
ficer's uniform. and, as his horse
whirled him into better view, the
frown faded from Pollyop's brow as
she gazed wonderingly upon him. She
marked his flashing glances that
swept the Silent City. She noted with
a strange little thrill the beauty OF the
clearcut features. the full, kindly
mouth and the smooth. tanned skin.
Marcus Mackenzie was speaking
rapidly. and though Polly could not
hear what he said, she knew he was
talking of the squa;ters. Then words
that made her tingle with JOY came
distinctly TO her ears.
But you can't turn a lot Of folks
out Of their homes. Marc" rang forth
a deep. rich voice. "Where under the
heaven would they 40 II you did,"
Anywhere they d-n please"
snarled Mackenzie contemptuouSy.
IF they were all dead, they'd be bet
ter on. and Ithaca too"
Polly's hand frightened on the ak
handle. To let II ay straight into the
face Of The naughty Ithacan would
have been satisfaction indeed
Have you tried TO buy them outf'
asked the other.
'Ne. and don't intend to- was the
sharp retort. They'll 90 because I'll
make them 90. that's all I've been
too busy for the last two years %
/ make much ~ a dent among them,
hut now I'm home for good. ] mean 10
T clear them OF" An outward gesture
- TIE officers hand told Polly he was
not in sympathy with Machenzie's
threat -You can't Judge q tie s'tua-
ZION. Bob Marcus went on -tenuse
/ you've been gone Tor years Evelyn
can tell ven what they are though
The speaker wheeled his horse and
pointed hts riding Whip stn'eht at the
I Hopkins 2aniy: and Poi'ys curly
head drew quickly back
cone ~ the worst ~ them lives
there 70 she heard plainly. Hes sor'
q a MAYOR o. the settlement Jere
rniah Hopkins And such tribe a
that hut holds can't be found any
where else On this county. A worth
less tnnEie-haired giri and har halt
IN TIE grave. and ! heard olly TN,
morning they're harborins q has u