Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-03-31

Robert thrust out his hand, grasped
Polly by the shoulders, and In another
moment she found herself behind the
thick curtain hanging in heavy folds
over rows Of books which rose to the
ceiling. q ....... g.. o.,
The door opened; and Percival spun
around. to meet Marcus Mackenzie.
He crushed down his embarrassment
and offered his visitor a chair.
Evelyn sent me for a book" Mar
Gus explained. pardon me for dis
turbing you, old chap" e.
"Sst down." Robert requested with
an effort.
Marcus shook his head.
81 can't" he replied. "Eve and
are confabing over something. I told
her I'd get book and come right
back"
Rs resde a movement to walk to-
ward the book phelyes; but Robert
stopped him. -,
made her struggle from his arms.
Fleeing to the porch window, she was
gone before Robert could stop her.
"Bob's a queer fish, Eve" laughed
Mackenzie, as he came into the music
room where Evelyn Robertson was
waiting for him. "If I hadn't kept my
temper just now, we should have
parted bad friends" .....
That's like you, DEAR" she smiled,
"But then, of course. you wouldn't let
him bother you. Fussing about the
squatters again, suppose"
Evelyn took his big fingers In her
hand and occupied herself In examin-
ing the white spots on one of the pol
ished nails. ~ .o
"My big man mustn't mind Bobs."
she exclaimed persuasively, noting the
-rownlng lines that Hd come in his
zee. Hes sentimental, Robert Is
full of hal2-baked notions about broth
erly iy-. and helping the downti odder
and that sort of thing"
The man laughed induigrnt'v-
"You,e got to sit down." no said
gruflly. II want to talk t. you"
"In minute, them" returned Mar
Gus. "Til get the book first" -.
Very white, Robert walked before
Mackenzie to the bookcase. Then
with one sweep Of his arm he moved
aside the curtain and with it-TPoDy
Hopkins. He could feel beneath the
thick material the slender, quivering
body. And there, as the two men
stood facing the shelves laden with
the masterpieces of the world, and
Marcus was running his eye, up and
down, Robert felt that first wonder
full protective love that comes to a
man when he is shielding woman.
Evelyn said 1t was here" observed
Mackenzie carelessly. "Let me look !!
A-B-c-Here's D. u ought to be
on this shelf"
He read aloud the names of the
books under his eye. while still the
strong hand of his companion held up
the curtain and the girl.
"Ah, here it is," came in exclama-
tion. There! Thanks, Bob! Now
I'll Sit down a minute"
He walked back to the table, and
Percival carefully dropped the drap7
cries. Keeping his eye on the other
mans back, he ran his fingers over
the curtain until he came to the curly
head of Polly Hopkins. Two tender
pats fell upon 1t. Then he, too, crossed
to the center of the room.
You're q hospitable chap, Bob"
laughed Marcus. "Heigh-ho! but to-
day I've been some busy. I'll bet you
q quarter Of dollar it won't be three
months before get every squatter off
that shore The fact of 1t is, I've only
got to catch Hopkins, and the rest'u
be easy. He's bad actor; and that
girl Of his Is q saucy baggage"
"She's q very good girl" Robert in
terposed in deep tones, "and very pref
ty, too"
The bookcase draperies moved ever
so little. Polly Hopkins almost burst
with joy when she heard those words.
pretty enough, I suppose" Marcus
conceded, "but not good. She's like
the rest-bad clean through"
The curtains moved little more; {;
and Robert caught the sway Of them
out of the tail OF his eye. He felt that
If Mackenzie did not go soon, he would
throw him out. What the girl would
do If Marc started TRADE against her
father, Robert did not dare contem-
plate.
Look here, Marc" he burst forth,
."you're all wrong about those people,
all dead wrong. They don't harm any
one, as can see. Why can't you live
and let live:"
His eyes flashing, Marcus stood up.
"No harm, no harm, You say" he
flared. "Why, they steal everything in
sight. and in a few more years there
won't be u fish left in the lake. There
won't be anything TO catch In season
ar out, If the squatterS keep up their
Internal poaching. Hunting and fish
ing are for gentlemen, my dear Bob !
Don't forget that