Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-02-24

"Tell Oscar | Haven't Any Money!
Just Can't Get It Now! And Pol
Iyop. Tell Him Too That He Mustn't
Write Me Any More Letters"
she ducked out of sight of the unsynl'
pathetic lady many a time when iurk'
ing near the Robertson home with a
message from Oscar to Evelyn?
81 don't know what I will do, Polly
the other girl went on, "if you dom
help me-and-some time I'll really
do something for you"
A temptation TO blurt out the words
Marcus Mackenzie had spoken as
sailed the squatter girl; but Evelyn
looked worried! Polly's heart was as
soft as the velvet in her eyes when
She came upon trouble of any kind.
You've been good to Wee Jerry
she interposed gently. Awful good
He most giggles his little life away
when l bring him the goodies you send
him."
I'm going to do a lot fer both OF
you," returned Evelyn impulsively.
"and today I brought this bag of candy
for the baby. Here! Take it! And
you'll go to Oscar for me al soon a.
you can, won't your"
Smiling. Polly slipped the package
of sweets into her pocket. She could
forgive anything against herself foI
the sake of seeing Wee Jerry smile
and hearing him crow owe the con-
tents of the small bag.
yep" she agreed, AN say all you
tell me to. But what If he kicks up q
row? He's gettin' awful pernickity
Oscar is"
A sharp cry from Evelyn vas fol
lowed by:
Tell him he mustn't Make him
promise he won't. And-and, Pollyop,
I'll tell you something else, if you'll
promise never to tell"
AZ never told anything yet, nave II"
Pollyop protested in low, indignant
tones.
mo one must ever know about Oscar
and me-" Evelyn began, still harpine
upon the great fear that obsessed her,
because"
Because of your ma" interrupted
Polly. "Sure 1 know thatw
A slim hand was raised in partial
protest.
Mothers an awful worry to me
sometimes, but it's not she altogether
But-but-"
"Then-then-it's your fne-lookin
cousin" came brokenly from Polly
during the pause in Miss Robertson's
statement.
"Of course, l wouldn't have hin
know for anything" Evelyn nodded as
sent "Oh. goodness, 1 might as wei
tell it and get it over. l love some n
else. and he loves me, Pollyop. !
want TO be his wife more than I've
ever wanted anything before. He's
wealthy, dear, and I've got TO marry
him."
Polly's face gathered a shocked ex-
preston. How could she marry any
one when she was already welded tc
Oscar Bennett? BY any law Polly
knew of. a girl could not have two
husbands at the anne time. Even the
squatters, in their careless way OF
living, did nothing like that.
you can't tie up 10 no other mar
while you belong to Oscar, Miss Eve
she ventured gravely.
'Well, I know 1t; Of course I know
it," retorted Evelyn. ~resenting the
censure in the others tones: but I've
got to be free. I'm so frantic. I don't
much care how. That's the way Os
cars got to help me Anyway make
him understand he's got to wait: hi
must be quiet and not bother me. Thel
come tonight, and let me know wha'
he says. VIII you, PollyT"
The squatter girl nodded. She would
rather have been switched than see Os
car Bennett again.
yep" she assented. "Tll hunt hin
up late this afternoon and then hus
tie right over to you. l got to 60 now I!
For some moments after Evelyl
, left her. Polly watched the slim fig
ure on the path TO the woods. The
she suddenly remembered Marcus Mac
Kenzie and without a backwar,
glance hurried swiftly toward tn
south.
Meantime three squatters from III
Silent City were in the Bad Man
ravine. dressing the fish they had net
ted the night before. One enormou
man was seated on a fiat rock. his bar
feet almost touching the water as
hurried by to the lake. On his shou
ders, with his legs wound tight
around the mans neck, sat a sma
t boy, little more than a baby. He Wa
shivering with cold, and, as the sprin
rain shot its drops upon his face. h
lifted a small hand and brushed thel
! away- Seemingly ohliyious of RI