American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1922-03-31

JUST can't get it nowl And, Pollyop,
tell him too that he mustn't write me
any more letters. My mother-well.
Il she found one of them, she'd turn
me out of the house."
Polly's mouth few open. She could
not conceive of a girl doing anything
n the world bad enough to make her
mother turn her out of her home.
"Lordyl Would she, nowf" she
gasped.
my mothers proud" said Evelyn,
N excuse. you know that, Polly"
Certainly Polly knew It'll Hadn't
she ducked out of sight of the unsym-
pathetic lady many a time when lurk-
Ing a the Robertson home with a
message from Oscar to Evelyn?
II don't know what / will do, Polly"
the other girl went on, "if you don't
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 1 bring him the goodies you send
nim."
"Im going to do a lot for both of
you," returned Evelyn impulsively,
and today / brought this bag Of candy
for the baby. Herel Take It'll And
you'n go to Oscar for me as soon as
you can, won't your"
Smiling, Polly slipped the package
Of sweets into her pocket. She could
forgive anything against herself for
the sake of seeing Wee Jerry smile
and hearing him crow over the con-
tents of the small bag.
yep" she agreed, IAN say all you
tell me to. But what If he kicks up a
row? He's gettin' awful pernickity,
Oscar isl" t a
A sharp cry from Evelyn was fol-
lowed by:
Tell him he mustn't Make him
promise he won't: And-and, Pollyop,
I'll tell o something else, If you'll
promise never to tell"
II lever told anything yet, have If'
Pollyop protested in low, indignant
tones.
"No one must ever know about Oscar
and me-" Evelyn began, still harping
upon the great fear that obsessed her,
because"
Because of your ma" interrupted
Polly. "Sure / know that I"
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 him
know for anything" Evelyn nodded as-
sent. "Oh, goodness, / might as well
tell it and get 1t over. 1 love some one
else, and he loves me, Pollyop. l
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 to
Oscar Bennett? BY any law Polly
knew of, a girl could not have two
husbands at the same time. Even the
squatters. In their careless way of
living, did nothing like that.
you can't tie up to no other man
while you belong to Oscar, Miss Eve"
she ventured gravely.
well, / know it Of course l know
it," retorted Evelyn, resenting the
censure in the others tones but I've
got to be free. I'm so frantic, 1 don't
much care how. That's the way Os-
cars got to help me Anyway make
him understand he's got to walt he
must be quiet and not bother me. Then
come tonight, and let me know what
he says. VIII you, Polly?'
The %squatter girl nodded. She would
rather have been switched than see o.
a Bennett again.
yep" she assented. "Tll hunt him
up late this afternoon and then hus-
tie right over to you. 1 got to go now 7"
For some moments after Evelyn
left her. Polly watched the slim fig
ure on the path to the woods. Then
she suddenly remembered Marcus Mac
Kenzie and without a backward
glance hurried swiftly toward the
south.
Meantime three squatters from the
Silent City were in the Bad Mans
ravine, dressing the fish they had net
ted the night before. One enormous
man was seated on a fiat rock, his bare
feet almost touching the water as 1t
hurried by to the lake. On his Shout
ders, with his legs wound tightly
around the mans mock, sat a small
boy, little more than a baby. He was
shivering with cold. and, as the spring
rain shot its drops upon his face, he
lifted a small hand and brushed them
away. Seemingly obllvious of the