Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-06-06

eyes to her husband, II tried to get
rid Of him. did my best to get Polly
Hopkins to promise she'd marry Oscar
after he had freed me- wanted to
get him out of II country"
Unwilling to spare herself the least
humiliation, she ended in piteous con-
fusion: ~ was glad when I knew he
was dead"
"Then how did he die?" came swift
ly from Mackenzie
"oh, just as the doctor told you,
Marc, DEAR" replied Evelyn. "He was
struck by lightning and died from the
shock. / was free then, and-and l
made Polly swear over and over again
she'd never tell any one! Ahd-and
i gave her the silk dress sheNwore that
day lin the Auburn car. I-I-lied
aboG. tfat, too. But,fAIarc, dear love,
] knew you hated karland-"
Robert bounded TO his feet IS the
girls words, trailed away into Silence
over MacRerzie's face were speeding
so mary different expressions that the
searching brown eyes OF Polly Hop
kins could not tell whether he in.
tended to forgive his unhappy wife or
not. atf
But Percival did not wait to find
out. He sprang to the door, jerked it
open and closed it behindswith'a bang.
In fact, he did not even see Evelyn
slip quietly into faint, or Marcus
snatch her into his arms as if he never
intended to let her go. : "
1t was only Polly who heard the
passionate love Words that came from
lips that had so often flung oaths at
her and her people. She watched Mar
Gus duly, her heart aching and her
muscles rigid with pain. Robert had
not believed what Evelyn had said
He had gone away without a word to
herl Of course, then, he did not love
. her any more!
I Unnoticed by, the MacKenzIes, Polly
Hopkins sat very quiet, while Evelyn,
who had regained consciousness, was
clinging to her husbands neck and
listening to his assurances that she
was forgiven. Then suddenly, through
the low rumble of Marcus voice and
the sighs and sobs of Evelyn, Pollyop
heard shrill squatter call. She rose
slowly 20 her feet and stood rooted
to the spot. The voice that had
sounded was high, childish, like Wee
Jerry's.sS
With the superstition Of her kind,
Folly was overcoioe by great fear.
Jerry was dying alone in place Of
strangers! His little spirit had called
ito her in the grief Of its going! She
cast glance at the man and the
woman. They were wholly enyeloped
In themselves and paid no attention
to the plaintive wall that broke from
her lips. She, struggled to )the door
and opened 1t, and there-right before
her startled eyes-was Daddy Hep
kins, with Jerry astraddle his neck.
Daddy" came in one bewlldered
cry from her shaking lips.
Then they faded from her vision,
and the brown eyes yielded to semi
consciousness, and semi-conscioasness
was lost in complete oblivion.
When Polly Hopkins again lifted
her lids, she was surrounded by n
group of people whom at first she did
not recognize. Thel Daddy Hopkins
detached himself. from the, rest. He
was seated very near. her. That was
nice, indeed! she thought dimly. She
must haye dreamed that Old Marc
had sent him TO prison. Wee jerry
was cuddled at her side. Then he,
too, had never gone away
What brought full, remembrqnce 70
her was the sight of Larry Bishop
leaning against the wall at the foot of
the bed. He was locking at her with
tear-filled eyes, his cracked lips work.
ing painfully.
Larry" she cried, struggling up.
It was Marcus Mackenzie that
showed himself in besides jeremiah and
bent over her.
LARRY didn't do It, Daddy; l did"
she moaned. "Please, Mr.. Mackenzie,
please, believe meP' 9,
She crawled weasify into Jeremiah's
arms and hugged his bushy head. a,
"Oh, Daddy Hopkins, I got 10 go;
toto Jail. l been-a ,wiclied-bad-'
She was straining so TO finish that
Robert Percival was no longer able5tO
keep quiet. He stepped forward 81
that Polly saw him over Daddy'S
shG.ider. She glaree at him wildly:
%%eil 'eml--oh-tell EN-" she shud,
dered.
The tears In his eyes softened her
expression.
ITS like you to feel sorry for me,
sir!o She WINGED "An' gettin' Daddy
an Wee Jerry back is like you, too
Every day I'm in Jail I'll be prayin
you'll be happy" She stranglcd at the
memory of Old Mares words, III get
you next, huzzy!"
Then Robert, stung with remorSc al
his disbelief III her, picked her out OF
her fathers arms. When he had placed
her In a chair, he s; id:
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