The Raymer enterprise. (New Raymer, Weld County, Colo.) 1910-19??, 1922-08-10
CHAPTER XIII


Tompkins county than Polly Hopkins
Seemingly Dever-ending days dragged
by their minutes one by one. When
she woke up In the morning she wished
1t were night! When she crawled into
bed she wished 1t were morning! And
every twenty-four hours brought re-
newed anguish to Jerry. Polly0p spent
most OF her time trying to soothe him.
And thus the two little wallis lived
until the news spread through the ST..
lent City that Evelyn Robertson and
Marcus Mackenzie were going to be
married In q fashionable church In
Ithaca.
The wedding day dawned bright with
sunshine; and, together with Jerry,
Pollyop went into town, hid herself in
the thick shrubbery In Dewitt park
and watched with tormented soul the
gorgeous display Of riches.
She saw Evelyn In all her beauty
and the Respondent Marcus; also the
naughty Mrs. Robertson. leaning on
the arm Of Robert Percival How pale
his face was! Great tears blinded Pol.
ly's eyes as she wondered vaguely and
bewllderedly II he ever thought OF her.
1t was q long. sad night which she
spent after that event, but still she
lived on and carried her heavy burden
In silence. Week by week she counted
on her slender fingers the months which
would have to be lived through before
Daddy Hopkins could come home. Oh,
how she wanted to steal into his arms.
to lay her head against him and to be
sure he was In the Silent City for ever
and ever! Jerry must have him. too,
and many were the promises she made
to the child during the wild fall
weather of the Storm country that
perhaps tomorrow Daddy would come,
perhaps the next day, until the chIld's
face too gathered an expression as II
he were always listening for footsteps
outside the hut.
The autumn rains had no more than
set In before Marcus Mackenzie took
up again his prosecutions Of the squat
tiers. On his return from his wedding
trip he and Evelyn went to live with
Mrs. Robertson for the winter.
One day Percival approached Mac.
Kenzie with another request that he
use his influence to liberate jeremiah
Hopkins.
Its wrong for his daughter to stay
In such u place alone with that frail
child Mare" protested Robert earn
estly.
Evelyn looked up from her sewing.
In her own happiness the thought that
her handsome cousin loved the squnt-
ter girl had lapsed in her memory.
Her eyes went from his troubled face
to her husbands. Mares expression
was dark and forblddlng, and his full
red lips dragged down at the corners
Her heart iiuttered at the thought Of
his rage II by chance he got an inklIng
of her duplcity.
'The huzzy won't be there long, my
friend" returned Marcus. gritting his
teeth. ave plan to put her out with
the rest. Why you stand by those peo-
pie has always puzzled me, Percival."
They're a forlorn lot" replied Rob-
ert, flushing Nov, what about Hop
kinsi'
A look Of contempt settled on Mac
Eenzie's face, and he flung out his
hands as II throwing away something
he detested.
Hell serve his time" he retorted
abruptly, land when he does come
back, his brats won't be where he left
them"
Keeping her eyes on her husband,
Evelyn uttered an exclamation. How
somber and forceful he seemed with
that network Of wrinkles across his
broad brow. Anger distended his nos
trils, and the look he had fixed upon
Robert was full Of compelling strength.
you're both slckening," she broke
out fretfully. Perfectly sickening!"
Now listen to me, Eve" calculated
Robert, turning to her. "You know
very well that I'm interested In the
Hopkins family"
She did not look at him until his
sentence was chopped of In confusion.
Then she threw him peculiar glance.
"Oh, l know that well enough! !" she
esjoined. dropping her eyes, but what
makes me 50 impatient is that the sec
ond you and Marc come within speak
ing distance. you begin an argument
about them. Why can't you both make
4 resolution not to talk about those
psoplef
Her cousin walked to the window
and stared out into the garden. A
nervous cough came from Mackenzie.
" won't do 1t, Eve" asserted Rob
IT presently, 1inging around. Some
things got to be done for Polly Hop
ttns. she's 90 young and unhappy"
"Young and pretty. you mean, Bobs,"
LAUGHED Marcus disagreeably. "Why
don't you marry the trollop and put
an end to your philanthropy Ben.
nett's dead; 30 be can't interfere with
you'll" $500
Pareival's nsts doubled - nssing
k,aok IN his facs wax-white.