Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-04-07

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in your insides that your mans near.
ly sufferin' his life away"
Evelyn burst forth into weeping
afresh.
"of course I know it, Polly" she
sobbed, "but-"
"An' you want him to be wailing all
night till ~daybreak, not KNOWN wheth-
err you're in the land of the livin' or
not, huh?'
This was a solemn question asked
by a very solemn-eyed girl.
"Another thing" continued Polly.
"When it comes daybreak, there'n be
a lot of squatters about. They come
every day to this hut. I'd have to
leave you then, wouldn't I? Tonight
it's stormin', an most of EN- are in
bed. 1 could run as fast as a rabbit
an be back in a jiffy. Can't you
screw up your courage an let me COZ"
This long statement Evelyn thought
over for a few moments. Then:
perhaps l could, if"
81 know you cam" interrupted Pol
lyop. "Now, listen; Granny Hope said
anything you want you can have out
of loves own heart for the askin'."
but Pm such a wicked girl"
moaned Evelyn dismally.
$50 be l." returned Pollyop prompt.
ly. "We're both rotten bad, God
knows, but never mind all that now.
l got to get Old Marc; an the only
way you can help is to stay quiet
while I'm out for him. Now, lean on
me an I'll stow you away in the rub
bish room till l get back"
Ashamed to make further appeals
to the girl who was showing more
spirit than she had ever thought pos
sible for any girl to show, Evelyn al
lowed Pollyop to pick her up and
stand her on the floor.
Then the weak leaned on the strong,
and when Polly Hopkins tucked the
blankets about Evelyn, she whispered
Granny said prayers in this room
all last year an way on till she died.
The Lord is my shepherd, l shall not
want!' Granny said was one of the
best to keep in mind"
She stopped and smOothed back the
hair from Evelyn's wet brow.
"Now, while Tn gone you just lay
quiet-like, askin' Jesus every minute
that your man'n be hikin' here Eastern
a crow can fly"
EVELYN raised her head.
kiss me, Polly dear" she begged,
with streaming eyes.
"AIl right!' murmured the squat
ter girl. "Kisses're mighty comfortin',
amt they?'
She stopped and laid her lips on
Evelyn's and, turning swiftly, left the
room. Evelyn heard her snuffing the
candles outside and then heard the
latch click as Pollyop closed the door
behind her.
Bounding out into the snow, Pollyop
raced through the road toward Bish-
ops hut, for she had decided to speak
to him before going on. She lifted
the latch and peeped in.
Larry sat by the stove, putting his
pipe. He gave her but a glance then
dropped his head ~mournfully.
where's Lye, Larry?" Polly asked
in a kissing whisper.
"Gone home" came in a grunt.
Hes sick to his stummick, an so be
I. I'm most froze, too"
With her hand on the latch of the
dAnr ryhioh che haI a11cn1 arafnGf
the storm, the girl stood in shivering
indecision. She felt intuitively the
inner emotions going on inside the
stolid speaker. She wanted to throw
her arms about him and tell him all
that had passed in her home during the
last hour. But if she did, Larry would
take the blame of the crime on him
self. Of course he would! Polly Hop
kins knew the heart of Larry Bishop
as if she had made it herself from
shack had been Old Marc, he would
have had no conjunction in putting
him out of the way, but a woman
81 don't want you for anything to-
night, Larry Bishop" she broke out,
fumbling with the latch. "An', mind
you, dearie, never tell nobody you an
Lye swiped Old Mares woman That's
a promise, Larry, amt it,"
yep" replied Bishop, n%auseated.
"Then go to bed an sleep" returned
Pollyop. you'll get warm, an'-an'-
I'll see you tomorrow-mebbe. 1 won't
be needin' you in my shanty tonight
Then she went swiftly out, slammed
the door and was away like a winter
bird, before the squatter could ques-
ton her.
Swiftly she ran on, her hair almost
on end because, to save her friends.
she must face the naughty MacKen-
ize himself. 1t had been her cruelty
that had prompted their act, and now,
besides saving Evelyn, she must shield
them. The nearer she came to the
Mackenzie house, the harder her heart
pounded, with dread at the task before