The Barnwell people. (Barnwell, S.C.) 1884-1925, June 08, 1922, Image 6
CHAPTER XIV—Continmd.
—16—
“Good 'nough for ’er!” gasped Polly,
tensely, rolling her hands In her apron.
“An’ she yelled so hard you could’ve
heard her near to Ithaca, Poll,” moaned
Larry. “Me an’ Lye gagged ’er.”
“Holy *smut!" fell from Pollyop, as
the plctifre his words had made-burned
Itself across her mind.
“Her man’s been gone all day to
Cortland," continued the squatter in a
monotone. “Lye found out Old Miss
Robertson's been tryin’ to reach hold
of him."
“Hope she don’t 1" Interjected Polly.
“Not till we get done with his woman.
Are you goln’ to tote her over here?"
The man nodded.
“Don’t dare to till later, when the
squatters Is In bed," he answered,
slapping on his cap. “If—If you
change your mind, Poll, come along
over; an’ I’ll cut 'er loose an' let ’er
to.’’
A harsh sound, something like a
chuckle of malicious satisfaction,
slipped through Polly's Ups and stopped
the man at the door.
“That ain’t no ways likely, Larry.’**
she said huskily. “Bring *er here, an’
when I'm done with her. she’ll have
to be took. 1 *
She caught Bishop by the arm.
whirling him around.
”Aa' Maim. Larry." she continued
with cruel emphasis, "an all the time
keep rememberta how Betty walled
her lift late the grave, ao —an' that
Old Mare done It"
Overcome by the words al
thrown at him ao deliberately,
tang away, and the girt, quaking at
what was about te happen, heard him
along the shore toward bis
It aeewMd to Potly H-phlna that
•very minute was qa hour long, aad
every ee«wnd filled wtlb tu inter* Ma
I let y Would Ibo eoft hearted Larry
awd surrender the prise she
to get her Eager* aw?
In t
with ai
meat., of
Larry
•fir from the shark
Many time* she
window blind end
the world owl aide was wrapped la a
white atlence She rwwtd no
the pew bed r-m< of a
i’a hut. for between her and the
it Oty was a flowing curtain of
the flakra falling Ilka few the re
in open beg.
Larry would keep hie word, she told
herself over and over She was glad
H was aurh a night 1 The better could
the aqua tiers carry out their death
pUn.
I’naotlced by the girl, the wood
burned to era hers In the stove, and the
hut grew colder by degrees. In one
of her hali hours of measuring the
shanty s length, she halted, breathing
on her fmat bitten fingers She drew
about her shoulders the blanket which
bad covered We* Jerry In Me hut
darn
Her mind brought bark to the baby
away off In some unknown place, she
cried weakly as she replenished the
fire. Had the wicked ones of the
earth made Jerry forget Daddy Hop
kins who up In Adburn wnn Ignorant
of his whereabouts? Many tlmea Polly
had taken up her pencil to write him
of the child, but it always dropped
from her fingers before It reached the
paper. Daddy could not do anything;
and she would not add to his heavy
burden.
She was at the stove, her cold, stiff
fingers spread over It, when the sound
of footsteps outside sent her headlong
to the door. Appallingly terrified, she
dragged it open.
Then, In deadening silence. Lye
Hrncger and Larry Bishop carried a
large bundle through the doorway and
threw it dmyn on Polly’s bed.
Heavy-lidded, the girl gazed upon It,
her eyes widening in Joy, Joy at the
thought of Old Marc's misery; Joy at
the thought of getting even. The
frightful emotion that Surged through
her bore relation only by contrast to
the delights of a few months hack,
when her willing legs had trotted the
country over to help e’ery one that
needed her. It wasn’t the same Polly
at all. This Polly lifted her foot and
kicked the bundle none too lightly.
“We had a h—1 of a time gettin' 'er
here, Poll,” growled Lye Braeger.
“Outside It's like If a million crazy
devils ;vas howlin’ over the hllla. But
we brought ’er Just the same! Now
do what you like with >r, nrat!’*
W’hlte teeth gleamed through the
maniacal smile that parted the gtrl'a
lips. At last! She had not lived
through Interminable days for noth-
loti
"Scoot out, you!" the ordered, wav-
ing her band at them, “an’ keep a
watch about till I get done!"
^ Braeger made for the door as If
•axiom to ha gam; tar Larry Blah op
Wtd to the dpot where he stood.
fa a woman. Polly Hopklm," he
Me cyrn ten lag trim the
rigid plri. Tf me la Old
Marc’s wife. He's home too, so Lye
sayal”
"What do I care where the pup is?"
she thrust In vehemently. " ’Course
she's a woman 1 So be I; an’ ao were
your dead Betsy."
Then she stamped her foot tem
pestuously.
Get "out of here an* watch for Mac-
Kenzle an’ his folks," ahe snapped.
“It’s about time he were atormln’ the
Silent City, I’m thlnkln’."
Roughly she shoved the men out
Into the blizzard and closed the door.
Then she stodd with her back to It,
deep sobs racking her body.
Now as she had almost died, and
Wee Jerry too, so would Marcus Mac-
Kenzle. The vicious hope that she
could see him writhe In hli grief took
possession of her.
Distraughtly she placed the bar
across the door, making sure It was
locked. Then, creeping <o the cot,
she gazed down at the wet bundle.
There, where ahe had helped Oscar
Bennett over dark rough placet Into
the light of Eternity, lay the dearest
l^lrar of her bitterest enemy.
Khe uttered an exclamation when
she saw a lifting shudder go over the
thing no the bed. A smile flitted
srroes her face, and her bands came
together convulsively.
Slowly ahe knelt down and un
wrapped the thick blanket: and Eve
lyn MarKenale was staring out at her.
dall eyed and terrtBed A dark rag
filled her msntk; and Pally
at bar.
“1*0 yen know whet agnattera da to
chirkene they swipe from yen rick
father Mm
“Keep settin’,” breathed Pollyop.
"They’ll be stoppln’ here faat enough 1"
Of a dbdden the door burst open, and
Marcus MacKenzie, covered with
snow, entered. With him were two of
his neighbors and several squattera.
Polly enjoyed a glimpse of Old
Marc’s agonized face; then she grinned
at him.
“What’s the matter, mlsterr she
asked, showing an expanse of even
white teeth. "What do you mean by
bustin’ into my house like this, slrr
MacKenzie threw a glance from the
girl to ^he squatter In the chair.
“My’wife’s gone!" he cried in des
peration. “I—I—"
“So? Now Is sher broke In Polly,
smiling wider. “You don’t say! Well,
golly me 1 That’s too bad. Some other
feller run off with ’er—mehbe
And when she saw him trying to
master his emotion, forcing back the
heavy groans that interfered with hls
efforts to answer, she laughed. Never
before had she been reckless In hls
presence. She knew this was one time
Marcus MacKenzie did not want to
fight. He needed the help of the squat
ters to search the Storm country f6r
bis wife—bis bride, the very apple of
bta eye.
He Ad not look at all like the flash
ing eyed enemy of her people. All at
one* be bed changed from a cynical,
honda- rne man <«f the world to • plead
ing. pule-faced husband
Just then the Wind shook the ehacty
vtefcmtly; aad over h* Mg frame
after
l eh Ood, I
long." hi
deal
human no more. It's nil ao d—d
terrible I'm gettUi' haunted. If you
change your mind. Poll, an* not kill
p—"
A gurgling noise came from under
the pilhiwa on the cot, and as If an
unseen hand were pushing her for
ward, Pollyop strode to the bed and
Jerked away the small feather ticks.
Evelyn's eyes sought out the squat
ter man in mute pleading. Polly
laughed; and gray with horror at her
merciless attitude, Larry slunk to the
door,' ' - - ')■» 4
"I guess this ain’t none of my busi
ness," he mumbled, and opening it,
he fled as If pursued by a vindictive
spirit of the Storm country.
Again with swift, long strides the
girl went to the door and barred It.
Then with utmost deliberation she
lighted several other candles and set
them in different parts of the hqt un
til a flood of light was diffused
through the room.
A long deep sigh fell from her lips
as she finished her task. She wanted
to . see every wave of pain that shot
(.across Evelyn MacKenzIe’s pallid
face; and that was why she ap
proached the cot antf stood looking
down upon the twisted figure.
All she had endured through the
rich girl’s perfidy swept over her like
a tidal wave. Qut of the dark dream
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COULD HARDLY '
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Hips, Back and Legs Would
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Wars are at an end when the Arch
angel Michael sheathes hls sword. This
la the hope expressed In the silver
statuette presented by Gen. Armando
Diaz, the hero of Italy, to Commander
Hanford MacNider of the American
Legion, and now preserved In the na
tional trophy room of the Legion.
tk •• ha
give—IT] give mor* msaey than say
at yea aver saw—" Tie
•ad tknsat sat
d Pally
a ew-ked iaagh. aa mere US#
the riptrfe vhtr* Daddy He^klae had
le hear fhaa the hark at a wetf
la like ike lark *
Tear* roam late Beetya a eyes aad
Ever
■Cv {
a rift la a
I amna dead. Ike old Belly leaped ep la
take heed eg Mother's kart. This feel-
log she mmked down. bat ahe put the
at oa the floor aad aqaatted braids the
•he doaa this before a
oa the deor. Hhe
threw the blanket* ever Evelyn nad
eeat awtftly forward aad lifted the
bar p
Larry Btabop throat the upper half
uf bla body into the roots.
“Old Marc an’ bla gang are la the
Mllent City lookin’ for hls woman," hr
whispered hoarsely.
“Where a Lye?” cam* la a bias from
the squatter girl.
■^ff up the road watching." returned
Blajtop. “What’d you do to ’rr. brat?"
“Come In.” said Polly. In an under
tone, granplng the end of hla scarf
and pulling him through the doorway.
“This," Was All flh* Bald, Tapping
the Handle
“an* \f MacKenzie comet here, yappin*
for hla woman, laugh at him—laugh,
an* laugh tUl ypur aides apllt, Larry."
She dosed the door, pushed' Bishop
| Into a chair, aad then deliberately
crawled into bed hkalde Evelyn. Upon
the Inert figure of the bound girl ahe
piled twe pillows.
aad Larry waited, acarraly
him directly
like the bowls at hyaaaa
than tlte laagh at a bumaa beta*, aad
puny Hup*las Jrtaod la agata taw
taeety fare look aid.
“Thto la a queer place te retae Nr
your wadiaa." ahe taunted MecKaaale
"Te a squatter a shark, huh? I didn't
eat CTtr. tenet at all. jaara."
kruale leek a step leward lew
la aagerly. “But I want help—
the aid at every sue at you. M—ey.~
do you hear? Money. I
Pally
that ahe had keea katdlag la her
eye fee away days
"M<mry mat b<
ter." ahe at
Tkaakagtvia’ day. Mebbe you'll mlaa
'er If ahe sla t borne with you. Scoot
out at here. Don’t be 1 aggie'. Old
Marc, or ahe might frees* te death
It'a a bud night."
ft splice ef W
Ptetee.
The statee la a replies la mlaiatsra
at (Be great bowse stele* eg I
MlrhsH that rrueae the Nrtreue at
flea Aapete la Beam flaa Aageta la
alee ha-wa ae Hadrian a Twah kevtag
fceaa built la the Ndrwud rat ary A D
by (be limp* rue Hedrtaa tar Ms
(■flee rua«*rt*d let* a
TWvi»* kuMred years ape
Page Ur*gory dreamed he saw Ike
Ar»keagvt a howl te sheath hie award.
afterward a great |aatU»ure
Thq statue was met w
* the eveat
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4032 High St, Everett, Washington.
To do any kind of work, or to play for
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Lydia E. Pink ham’a Vegetable Com
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NATURALLY OBJECT OF ENVY
. PUNS RELIEF OF AFFLICTED
railed the ttviag baadle •
•ad gripped la late a
After All, What Is Powur and Wealth
Compared With Quality That
Vincent Possessed ?
Vincent wanted fame more than any
thing Ha* when be was a young man.
and he bent all hla vnergiea to at
taining It: but though It came to many
of bla frtmda It puaoed him by.
Ijaiar. bo thought that, after alL
h* would rather bate money, tar
Bum*) canid buy almunt anything, hut
every ventgfw that promtaod enreeua
turned out to he a failure He be
came * narwhal bitter. Nr money
Moaned to wane of Itself to of bee*.
It* had many friend* who held cote
pacuthm*. tItl*u, and In some mean
utmost tho country. In their poner
Ho looked an II In envy. Nr tbough ho
tn*d with every power within him. ho
Mnid md moke at hem frdtum. and hla
frmnd* aueumd to g* H snaily and
hninrelly
Ho bated wonvsn. Bui I boy Nilnveod
him around l.« #eywh#m bo went mtno
uodtan wuo aero to dag hfte hoot Steps.
And nH tk* other umw. who w-m
Other thing* la kfo. k«*4#d an HI envy
at the ram with nkirk be w«n them.—
hathdvtn* Negtey In
true to every
mb from Mar
It was Immediately
of the bitter laugh-
TU* last scat
word, brought a
Krtuie's throat,
followed by mor
ter.
So rbanged was Polly of the Silent
City that the gaping squattera who did
not know wbut was going to happen
wondered at her. They knew her no
longer •§ Polly, the love-lasa, or as
Polly qf the Sun.
A low rumble sounded In the girl's
throut. She coughed, then flung out:
“I asld, ‘It's a bad night !* Scoot
out, mister, an’ look for your d—n illy-.
Uvered woman somewheres el«e.”
Uttering uu oath, MacKenzie fled,
followed by hls companions, leaving
Larry Bishop staring at the pale squat
ter girl.
CHAPTER XV.
k
There was gloomy silence In the
shanty until the horses’* hoofs could
he heard no longer In the snow out
side. Larry Bishop crouched low in
Jeremiah’s rocking chair, pulling In
nervous tension at hls fingers until
the Joints cracked. He shot Polly
Hoplklns a furtive glarfce but dropped
hls thick lids before the unearthly ex-
presslon In the girl’s eyes. She had
lost the/look of heavenly compassion
that had given cheer to the squatters.
As his mind went back to the spring
days when she had so often smiled
comfort into hls own aching heart, he
heaved a deep sigh. The sound of his
breath, catching in hls throat, brought
Polly Scrambling from the cot.
Unmindful of the morose squatter,
she began pacing the floor, holding icy
fingers to her aching templea.
“Best take the pillows ofiTn her.
Poll," muttered Bishop. “She’ll smoth
er If you doa%"
The girt paused and throw him a
glance over her shoulder.
“Get out of hero, you Larry," she
bade him In Berra emphasis. “She’d
better smother than get what's eomlfl'
to 'er. You as’ Lye hang around a
while dll I rail you. When pm daae
with ar. you'll kata to *ak her la the
Iqba."
As wickedly deliberate as bee every
John H Walker
Nw eight years of ii
art bed been, ae dig she lift the as
from the floor.
“Like a cktrhea." she taonteg. ami! -
Ng dews late Evelyn's haggard fare.
Evelyn struggled, aad * a matted
••aad came from tack of the gag in
her BN>otk.
While Polly contemplated her. aa
te know ao often
within her and tugged at hev
heart hnfll the hurt made her Hatck
at her side. She dropped down and
ran her fingers antler the heavy cord
with which the girl was bound. *
“Rope's hurlin' you. huh?" she
queried.
An afflnnatlre bob of her head was
the only answer Mrs. MacKenzie could
give.
“Pll unBo 'em a bit." said Polly
sulkily. “Loosenin’ up a few strings
don’t say you won’t get what's cornin’
to yi»u.’’
With her strong, white teeth and
deft fingers she untied the heavy
knots that pinioned the slender arms.
“Did the squatters glv^ you any
thing to eat?" she asked, rocking back
on her heels. “If you was In Larry's
hut so long with that.thing In your
mouth, then I bet you’re hungry!’’
It was scarcely perceptible, the
negative shake that followed this
question.
“H you’ve got to die you might as
well go on a full belly," ended Polly,
getting up. ■
She took a piece of hard bread and
poured some hot water on It. Watch
ing Evelyn frownlngly, she beat them
togethex with a tin spoon. Of course,
the stuff was. tasteless without sugar!
Polly knew It very well, because that
Nr (to
Hltaoia a in i#
ftaa at La-
was what she had for supper every I 4 ,o , U Dar,c
y | - Gq right hack and tell your boss,
night.
She turned away from the cup In
her hand and went to a small cup
board over which hung g flimsy cur
tain. Back behind a few old dishes
she had hidden a little sugar one of
the squatter women had given her.
She had kept It against Daddy Hop
kins’ home-coming and for Jerry, too—
perhaps. With woeful. In-caught sobs,
she poured half of it Into tha cup.
Then she crossed to Evelyn and picked
up the ax. . *
"I’m goln’ to take this rag out oL
your mouth," she said, “an’ mind you
don’t squeal, or I'll and you double
quick to your first man. Now boll
*(111! This’ll hurt a bit’"
(TO BE CONTINUEDJ
ran f • m • a t
twera
labor and tba
Americas Legion
far tba rvllaf at
tha slch and
wounded at tha
W arid war and
their depewdeota.
Commander Mac-
Nlder at the Lo-
(km has respond
ed to this heartily and tha matter la
under consideration.
Walker started work In the Illinois
mines before he was ten years old
and at eleven was a member of the
Knights of Labor. At some time or
other he haa served In practically
every subordinate office In the min
ers' organizations of Illinois.
Tha
Two smalt boy* stead at fifth aem
wan aad Pert > ~**«"*wd street yi
gay aftarmn when a parade ef
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“Whai'a the big data'sT* asked saw
hid
“They're gtvta* a parade far Jeff
rie*." re piled the other
"Aw. that gay aam't fight ae abare.*"
•aid the trot
Aad la a few mlantea along raase
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struggling armies would have gone out
In steel body arroor as well as hel
mets, for the plans of Doctor Mon
profit for the use of breastplates of
steel had been practically perfected at
the time of the armistice. Doctor Mon
profit conceived the idea of the “tin
hat” while campaigning in the Bal
kans In 1914. '
roared a squire In a New England
towty “that he’s a blinked fool, and
that he’s to come here right away and
fix up that carpentering Job and fix It
right”
The apprentice vanished, and a few
minutes later the boss carpenter ap
peared, aching for a fight.
“Do I understand, 1 ’ he bellowed,
“that you told my apprentice that I
was a blinked fool?"
“Why,, yea,"* replied the squirt,
beaming. “Didn't you want him to
know It?"—American Legion Weekly.
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