The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1922-03-24

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you want to be free from me. Ell
That's II. Is lit" he sneered. "Som
other guy looming up to love. I s'post
Well, l don't mind who gets my Ieav
ings IL you make 1t worth my while
But II not"
Evelyn's pale. beseeching face lifte,
to his She could not quit him with
out his promise that she should hay'
her freedom. Neither must he tlllnI
that she could get him a large sun
of money.
Il can't get another dollar" she re
peated hoarsely. II simply can't. Ant
and | must be free"
A frown drew the mans heavy
brows together until they touched, and
he lifted his fist to strike; but Polly
Hopkins. by one swift movement,
| thrust Evelyn from under the mans
appraised arm and crowded In between
them. Because Evelyn was his wife,
he had the right to beat her If he
pleased, Polly thought, but he would
not dare to strike Polly.
IF you've got TO swat some one, Os-
car" she gritted between her teeth,
swat me -
The beautiful white face came close
to Benefits, and the challenge In the
squatter girls flashing eyes stirred a
feeling within him that he never had
had for Evelyn Robertson. Oscar had
always believed that a woman must
fear a man to respect him, and that to
respect him meant to love him. He
did not want Evelyn Robertson In the
farmhouse, but he did want money and
Polly Hopkins. If he could master
her as he had Eve. she would come to
him willingly when be was ready for
her.
Working on that principle, he struck
out. AS the huge fist came In contact
with Pollyop's shoulder, she staggered
backward. Her low cry vas followed
by Evelyn's scream. The squatter girl
to the floor Imply. No one had
struck her before.
you've killed her." cried Evelyn
and Oscar Bennett. fearful hat the
girls clamor would summon some in
quisitive squatter. turned swiftly to
90.
Both of you keep mum about this,
ny lady," he ordered. Pm off, Seer
With that he tore open the shanty
ioor; and Evelyn stood painting with
Ter hand on her heart until the sound
II his running footsteps was lost in
he windstorm.
Then Evelyn led Polly Hopkins
Iome. One arm hung at the %squatter
iris side; and the pain In her Shout
where Oscars fist had landed, was
On nearing the shack, Polly
whispered:
'Mebbe he'll be quiet a while now.
'ou'd best scoot home, huh?
A small box passed from Evelyn's
andbag to the sduatter girls pocket.
II brought them for Jerry" said
Ivelyn softly, land oh, Polly, what
yer can | do for you to eve up
Perhaps"
"Sceot home" interrupted Polly.
I'm goin' in"
Pollyop stole into the shanty In the
torment she had ever known.
ranny Hope and Daddy Hopkins had
me to bed, and she could hear her
theirs loud breathing from the back
ON. She was glad OF that. for If he
ere to learn how she had been hurt,
$ rage would know no bounds. She
.,.r -al l@olrA1 .AA..e
Izedly. The billy goat was snuggIed
,ainst the wood -box; and Mamie
lmb poked her head up and blinked
the light. Polly put down the
mile and slipped the dress from her
How dreadfully II hurt her,
how she wanted something to :
Ike her misery less, But squatters :
! not have money to spend on drug
IRE remedies.
From an old ran she poured a little
al oil on a rag and bathed. the In cl
red flesh. Then she took up the W
NIB and dropped into a chair by the e:
lie. In sheer exhaustion her head
down upon II. After a while she ii
biSittiitu up tnitN Dh'N Htf - ~
d raised the lambs face to hers. a ia
Y smile fitting across her lips. 81
It's goin' TO be a hard job lovin
rar and Old Marc like Jesus loved To
.ked folk. Nannyop," she said under hi
breath. "but mebbe now 7 beer II
g to face with a angel. can do IT," r,
Igain. her head fell forward; but fu
lost instantly she arose. and with W
lamb in her right arm like a baby, hi
we'd to the side of the bed. Then M
Struggled the lamb under the
nkets and put Granny Hopes Bible or
cath her pillow. Carefully she bu
ped off her clothes and put on a pc
rise n%ightrobe. Then. having snuffed fel
candle. she craWied in beside the oc