The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-06-08

get RID or them, he'll leave Ithaca
A step In the hall closed the con-
versatlon for the time being, and
moment later Robert Percival Joined
them. In silence Mrs. Robertson
studied his face. She wondered what
had changed him so perceptibly in the
last little while. He looked almost
haggard TO her searching eyes. She
was about to question him as TO his
health when the young man turned to
EvelyE.
"Eve, dear" he began hesltatlngly,
81 want something done very badly
and perhaps you can accomplish 1t
for me-"
A lazy smile stole to Evelyn's lips.
"And you know, Bob, I'll do It
II / can" she responded. "Tell me
what's on your mind, honey"
"Certninly; why, yes, indeed" inter
Jected Mrs. Robertson. "You know,
Bob, Eve and l will do anything we
can for your
The expression Of anxiety, which his
face had worn since he had seen the
last Of Polly Hopkins, lifted little.
That's finel" he exclaimed heartily.
There's nothing like a fellows own
women folks, is there? And you're
just as good to me as IL l belonged to
you"
Mrs. Robertson bridled consciously,
pleased with her nephew and pleased
with herself.
"Why, Robert, dear" she returned,
''you do belong to us. God bless you,
boy, you're my baby and Ewes little
brother. Now tell us what's bothering
you"
ITS Mares row with the squatters
can't get the poor devils out of my
mind. Eve, can't you get him to leave
the settlement people alone1 I'd let
them have some OF my land, but II
| doesn't touch the lake, and they
couldn't make living on It."
Evelyn arose and crossed the room
to the table. She had not expected
this. Her promise to Mackenzie
flashed into her mind
II don't like interfering with Mares
business, Bob" she demurred. BE
sides, he wants to improve the prop
erty down there, and he can't while
the fishermen stay on the shorer'
Gently, for Robert had always been
like a younger brother to her. and she
loved him dearly, Evelyn explained
MacKenzie's plans and showed how
impossible 1t was for her. under the
| circumstances, TO interfere with them
Then she crossed to his side and bent
over HIM.
Robert, dear" she begged. Forget
about the squatters. They aren't any
thing special to your To head of an
| objection that she saw In his eyes, she
hurried on: They're poor and unfor-
! tunate, l know. I'm sorry for them.
We all are but you can't deny they're
worthless and filthy, and worst of all,
they haven't any right to be where
they are. You won't let them come be-
tween you and Marc and me, will
your"
Without giving the man chance to
answer, Mrs. Robertson interrupted /:
"Mercy, Eve, why of course he
WON'T Marc will soon be one of the
family. People of our social standing
don't wrangle over such cattle as the
squatters." She turned smllingly to
the young man and ended sweetly /:
"You feel that way, don't you, Bob?'
Dlsregardlng both the lady and her
question, Robert got up, his lips grim
and his fine brow corrugated with
lines. Evelyn and Marcus could do as
they pleased; he would take his stand
right there.
Evelyn" he said slowly, ~ should
be sorry to have anything come be-
tween us. You've always been like a
dear sister to me. l suppose It's nat
ural and right for you to see this the
way Marc does. You're engaged to
him, but you can tell him for me I'm
going to help the squatters any way
and every way | can"
Too angry to listen to any more ar
guments, he pushed his chair to one
side and left the room.
Mrs. Robertson looked daggers at
her daughter and as soon as she could
| get her breath, broke out:
Now, Evelyn, see what a storm
you've stirred up Why didn't you use
a little diplomacy That was the least
you could have done. You get Marc
and Bob by the ears, and wherell you
be-"
"Oh don't knowl / don't know 7"
moaned Evelyn. "Don't talk TO me
any more. I'm just about crazy. I'm
going to bed Good night"