Cheyenne Wells record. (Cheyenne Wells, Cheyenne County, Colo.) 1???-1969, 1922-08-17
CHAPTER XIII

No more unhappy girl lived In all of
Seemingly never-ending days dragged
By their minutes one by one. When
she woke up in the morning she wished
It were night! When she crawled into
bed she wished It were morning! And
every twenty-four hours brought re-
newed anguish to Jerry. Pollyop spent
most Of her time trying to soothe him.
And thus the two little waits lived
until the news spread through the ST.
lent City that Evelyn Robertson and
Marcus Mackenzie were going to be
married In q fashionable church in
ithaca.
The wedding day dawned bright with
sunshine; and. together with Jerry.
.Pollyop went into town. hid herself in
the thick shrubbery In Dewitt park
and watched with tormented soul the
gorgeous display Of riches.
She saw Evelyn in all her beauty
and the resplendent Marcus; also the
naughty Mrs. Robertson. leaning on
the arm Of Robert Percival. How pale
his face was! Great tears blinded Pol
ly's eyes as she wondered vaguely and
bewilderedIy II he ever thought Of her.
1t was long. sad night which she
spent after that event. but still she
lived on and carried her heavy burden
in silence. Week by week she counted
on her slender fingers the months which
would have to be lived through before
Daddy Hopkins could come home. Oh.
how she wanted to steal into his arms.
to lay her head against him and to be
sure he was In the Silent City for ever
and ever! Jerry must have him, too.
and many were the promises she made
to the child during the wild fall
weather of the Storm country that
perhaps tomorrow Daddy would come.
perhaps the next day. until the chlld's
face too gathered an expression as II
he were always listening for footsteps
outside the hut.
The autumn rains had no more than
set In before Marcus Mackenzie took
up again his prosecutions of the squat
ters. On his return from his wedding
trip he and Evelyn went to live with
Mrs. Robertson for the winter.
One day Percival approached Mac
Kenzie with another request that he
use his influence to liberate Jeremiah
Hopkins.
ats wrong for his daughter to stay
in such a place alone with that frail
child, Mare" protested Robert earn
estly.
Evelyn looked up from her sewing.
In her own happiness the thought that
her handsome cousin loved the squat
ter girl had lapsed In her memory.
Her eyes went from his troubled face
to her husbands. Mares expression
was dark and f0rbiddlng. and his full
red lips dragged down at the corners!
Her heart fiuttered at the thought Of
his rage II by chance he got an inkling
Of her dupllcity.
"Ths huzzy won't be there long. my
returned Marcus. gritting his
teeth. ave plan to put her out with
the rest. Why you stand by those peo-
pie has always puzzled me, Percival."
They're forlorn lot" replied Rob-
srt. flushing. snow, what about Hop
kins7"
A look of contempt settled on Mac.
Kenzie's face. and he flung out his
hands as II throwing away something
he detested.
: "HeTl serve his time." he retorted
abruptly, 'and when he does come
back. his brats won't be where he left
ehem."
Keeping her eyes on her husband,
Evelyn uttered an exclamation. How
Domber and forceful he seemed with
that network Of wrinkles across his
broad brow. Anger distended his nos
erils, and the look he had hxed upon
Robert was full Of compelling strength.
you're both sickening." she broke
sut fretfuily. Perfectly sickening"
snow listen to me. Eve" calculated
turning to her. "You know
very well that I'm interested In the
family"
She did not look at him until his
sentence was chopped of In confusion.
Then she threw him peculiar glance.
"Oh, I know that well enough!" she
rajOined, dropping her eyes, "Dut what
makes me 30 impatient Is that the Sec
md you and Marc come within speak
lng distance. you begin an argument
about them. Why can't you both make
! resolution not to talk about those
peopleT'
Her cousin walked to the window
md stared out into the garden. A
nervous cough came from Mackenzie.
II won't do 1t, Eve" asserted Rob
ut presently. ninglng around. "some-
.hing's got to be done for Polly Hop
kins. She's 70 young and unhappy"
"Young and pretty. you mean. Bobs,"
aughed Marcus disagreeably. "Why
aout you marry the trollop and put
N end to your philanthropy Ben
lstt's dead; 20 he can't interfere with
voui"
PsreivaI's asts doubled - feeling
Dascl tsft his faes Wax-whits.