The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1922-05-18

stove and bright like the candle flame
only more so. Nor did the pale winter
moon ever catch her dazzling smiles
The winklng stars had forgotten weeks
ago that once q squatter girl had stoler
out nightly 10 throw upward n kiss
begging them 10 deliver II TO the cruel
ned 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 we're strong
ern hate any day"
As usual her feet were in Jeremiah's
Her curls were covered with snow,
and as she studied the dark-f 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-
yenge, had completely exhausted her.
She was so tired that when she
reached Larry she crouched before
him on the floor and turned pale, be-
seeching face up to him.
'frve come, Larry Bishop" she be-
gan grayely. ito ask you to help me to
even up a 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,
and the fire died out OF his counte-
nance.
"Who can get even with that d-n
bruteT" he muttered after while.
"Squatters can't We'd all go to Au-
burn II we muss up him or his'n."
white young face showed so close
to his that Bishop drew back.
who cares a d-n about Auburn
Pollyop exclaimed roughly. I'VE won't
20 there till we've tore Old Mares
heart TO pieces an made IL hurt ike
yours does. Larry, like mine does for
Jerry an Daddy Hopkins. Wouldn't
you be willin' TO spend a few years In
jail If you could make him howl an 20
almost mad like me an you have.
LarryF
Bishop looked beyond her head into
a dark corner. IL was In that spot he
often imagined he saw the wrath OF
his woman. His unsteady regard set
tied and the ghost woman rose mist
lily. gazing at him with unearthly eyes.
Then the pale. unsmlling phantom ex-
tended her arms and within them ap-
peared frail infant
"God!r burst from his lips like
shot from a gun.
Pollyop glanced backward over her
shoulder But the shudder that ran
over him brought her haggard face
back TO his.
"Ain't your heart hurtin' something
awful for your Betty woman an your
brat now. this very minute7" she
queried abruptly. as II she. too. had
seen th,. ghastly thing in the corner.
God. yesF" he shivered. taking firm
hold OF his chin 10 hide the tremble Of
Il.
She seized his arm viselike. the grip
drawing o groan from the sqnatter.
AN wouldn't you just love 10 see
Old Marc twist an squirm Ike a
stepped-on baby snake. huhf" came In
one long. sobbing breath.
Again the shifty look Of the tortured
man came 20 rest on the gloom beyond.
'rd die for il. so I would. Pollyop"
he cried. cont with what You got in
your bean, Poll; an IN listen. so help
me God -
Pollyop leaned heavily against him.
painting. She was making an effort 90
tell him her plan. With a swift up
ward motion Of her head. she began 10
talk In broken tones; and as she pro
ceeded. Larry Bishop raised straighter
Ia bis chair.
Polly's voice trailed into silence; +
and Larry sent one hasty look over her
head The wraith smiled sadly az him
and was gone He shook himself and
struseied 20 his feet Then q broad.
wicked grin spread his lips apart and
be laughed aloud Pollyop. stiH on the
ioer. laughed. toe bysterleaf sahs
catching at her throat and q desire o.
scream forcing her BANDS te hr
uaath Sueh aWfaI sounds were uu-
lsuai Ia tte Silent CHS. where eFeu
honest mirgh was na longer hsafa be
.aase tte men and ussnen E
isrsi breathe for fear an eErg FROM
Ithaca would saddsEy appear
~Glory ~ a. 6e3 calculated fhe
man. haar ely ~ttats she h0w of
lrat ru b. uhack fer MS dead .
soman- an
An q good Hhaek for fhe H1Ikins .
.ril.e 80 cried Polly scrnmbling 90. .
'Itu - black Thanksgiving Tor oid
.arc. huh. Larry lin goin back .
iou1e nuu
she turned 70 the door. bat halted
rith her hand on The latch