White County record. [volume] (Judsonia, Ark.) 1922-200?, 1922-06-29
CHAPTER XIV.

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claimed Larry Bishop one evening
what made you come out a night like
this, huh?'
The girl went to the steve and in
silence extended her hands over its top.
whats up, Pollyop?" the man de-
manded again, curiously, dropping into
a chair. You look something awful y
And so she did The long-lashed
eyes had gathered and held an indefin-
able expression of hatred. The fair,
lovely face knew tender sympathy no
more. She was 10 longer Polly Of the
Sun. For her that orb had become
merely ball In the sky, hot like the
stove and bright like the candle fame,
only more So Nor did the pale winter
moon ever catch her dazzling smiles
The winking stars had forgotten weeks
ago that once squatter girl had stolen
out nightly to threw upward kiss
begging them TO deliver it to the cruel
fled one there beyond them--the good
Jesus who sat on the golden throne
and who had sent her the message by
Granny Hope that Love were strong
er'n hate any day"
AS usual her feet were In Jeremiahs
boots. and as usual she wore his coat
Her curls were covered with snow,
and as she studied the dark-faced man
she shook drops of water from them.
She advanced toward him, choking
with emotion. Since Wee Jerry had
gone, her hours, spent in planning re-
venge, had completely exhausted her.
She WAS so tired that when she
reached Larry she crouched before
him on the floor and turned a pale, be-
seeching face up to him.
I've come, Larry Bishop" she be-
gan sravely, ito ask you TO help me to
even up little with Old Marc"
The squatter's head went up, and a
startled expression shot into his fierce
eyes. Then he sank lower in his chair
nance.
"Who can get even with that d-n
bruce he muttered after while
"Squatters can't! We'd all go to Au-
burn il we muss up him or his'n."
A white young face showed SO close
to his that Bishop drew back.
"Whs cares a On about Auburn"
Pollyop exclaimed roughly. I'VE won't
go there till we've tore Old Mares
heart to pieces an made it hurt like
yours does, Larry, like mine does for
Jerry an Daddy Hopkins. Wouldn't
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jail il you could make him howl an 20
almost mad like me an you have,
Larry"
Bishop looked beyond her head into
dark corner. 1t was in that spot he
often imagined he saw the wrath of
his woman. His unsteady regard set
tied; and the CHEST woman rose mist
lily, gazing at him with 'unearthly eyes
Then the pale unsmiling phantom ex-
tended her arms and within them ap-
peared a frail infant.
Cod" burst from his lips like a
shot from gun.
Pollyop glanced backward over her
shoulder. Bur the shuddsr that ran
over him brought her haggard face
back to his.
Amt your heart hurtin' something
awful for your Betty woman an your
brat now, this very minute?' she
queried abruptly. as If she. too, had
seen the CHASTITY thing in the corner
God, yes J" he shivered, taking firm
hold of his chin to hide the tremble OF
it.
She seized his arm viselike, the grir
drawing groan from the squattcr
An wouldn't you just love to see
| Old Mare twist an squrm like q
stepped-on baby snake, huh?" came in
one long, sobbing breath.
Again the shifty look of the tortured
man came to rest on the gloom beyond
I'D die for it, so I would, Pollyop,
he cried. "Out with what you got In
your bean, Poll an I'll listen so helT
me God! J"
| Polyop leaned heavily against him
painting. she WIS making an effort tt
tell him her plan. With swift up
ward motion Of her head. she began tc
talk in broken tones and as SHE pro
ceeded, Larry Bishop raised straightel
in his chair.
Polly's voice trailed into silence
and Larry sent one hasty look over hei
head. The wrath smiled sadly at hin
and was gone. He shook himself ant
struggled to his feet. Then broad
wicked grin spread his lips apart. ant
he iaughed aloud. Poliyop. still Oh The
floor laughed. loo. hvstrriral sobS
catching Mt her throat. and desire te