Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-05-19

queried.
An affirmative bob of her head was
the only answer Mrs. Mackenzie could
give.
"In undo 'em a bit" said Polly
sulkily. 'Loosenin' up few strings
don't say you won't get what's comm
to YOU"
With her strong, white teeth and
deftI fingers she united the heavy
knots that pinioned the slender arms.
did the squatters give You any
thing to eat?" she asked, rocking back
on her heels. "If you was in Larry's
hut so long with that thing in your
mouth, then bet you're hungry"
1t was scarcely perceptible, the
negative shake that followed this
question.
IF you've got to die you might as
well go on full belly" ended Polly,
getting up.
She took a piece of hard bread and
poured some hot water on it. Watch
ing Evelyn frownngly, she beat them
together with tin spoon. OF course,
the stuff was tasteless without sugar!
Polly knew it very well, because that
was what she had for supper every
night.
She turned away from the cup in
her hand and went to Il small cup
board over which hung fimsy cur
tain. Back behind a few old dishes
she had hidden little sugar one Of
the seuatter women had given her.
She had kept it against Daddy Hop
kins' homecoming and for Jerry, too
perhaps. With woeful, in-caught sobs,
she poured half of it into the cup.
Then she crossed to Evelyn and picked
up the AK.
"I'm goiR' to take this rag out Of
your mouth" she said, "an' mind you
don't squeal, or I'll send you double
quick to your first man. Now hold
still. ThiS'll hurt a bit!"
With her eyes on the agonized face,
she drew gently at the corners of the
rag stuffed into Evelyns mouth. When
it came out, Evelyn gave deep groan
and her crarhped jaws settled rigidly.
"Tm goin' to feed you nOw," said
Polly. "There amt no hurry, cause
we got all night"
Then some minutes passed in silence
while the sQuatter girl, bit by bit,
forced the pap between Mrs. Mac
Kenzie's teeth.
"Now drink the water" she urged
grimly. Its warm an, got sugar in
It,"
As If in a trance, she got up and
placed the cup on the table. She put
a stick of wood into the stove and,
turning. caught Evelyn's eyes upon
her. Then she sat down and cOnsid-
cred the unhappy girl who had heen
delivered up to the justice Of the
Storm country.
Neither Of them spoke. One OF them
was praying DULY to herself, and Polly
Hopkins was recounting mentally all
the evil deeds of Evelyn and her
naughty husband. Marcus Mackenzie.
1t was necessary to keep Daddy's grief
ever before her mind and listen with
the ears Of her tortured spirit to
.Ierry'S Shrieks to he able to keep on
with The gruesOme thing she had un-
Gertakcn.
"You amt coin' to die till / tell you
something Miss" she broke forth. final
ly. at amt news to you. but l just
got to make you understand why I'm
putting YOU in the lake"
Weakness kept Evelyn from answer
ing. Her eyes srolIed up toward the
shanty roof. then shut at the thought
of the icy waters Of Cayuga.
81 can't hurt your wicked man 'cept-
in through YOU" went on Po'lyop. ave
s0uatters are goin' to learn him les
son he won't forget aS long as he's In
this world You can bet your boots
on thatl"
As IF in support Of the terrible
words the -shanty shook, rafting the
loOSenad bits of tir on the roof. At the
ghastly sound Evelyn began to cry.
81 know just how your slan'll feel
continued Pollyop. a bitter smile dis
torting her lips into grimace of pain
IAN SO does Larry Bishop. Larry's
woman an baby died when Old Marc
sent him up to Auburn, an the best OF
me cracked when he grabbed Jerry
right out of mr arms"
Both girls sobbcd loudly. Then Pol
lyop cleared her throat and wiped hel
face.
"An' your man railroaded my daddy
/ to Auburn" she gaSpcd, after plantln
something on him he didn't do; an
you, every one of you, knew it,"
Her voice rose to high-pitched
scream as she remembered the last
scene in the county Jail.
"God, wasn't it awful?" she cried
can you-" She leaned over and
graSped Evelyn'S arm. "lou could a
let me go to Auburn if you'd a tried
but YOU didn't. An then-then YOU
said YOU didn't give me that dress
You're all Observation-Disclosures, yor
money folks be!s'