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By Mary L. Parrish
(Copyright, 1917, W.'G. Chapman.)
"That's 'Pollock's Folly'!"
The bus driver never neglected to
point to the house on the hill when
giving information to new arrivals as
to points of interest in the little town
of Rackley. The house of graceful
architecture and spacious grounds
had something of the forlorn look of
a sightless person, with its boarded
tip windows and the paintless walls,
and locked gates completed the as
pect of desolation. .
"No, there ain't anybody living
there, never has been," he went on.
It ain't even finished inside. Some
folks say it's haunted, but I don't be
lieve that, 'cause it's never been
lived in. You see, Stephen Pollock
started building the house, when all
of a sudden everything stopped. It
couldn't have been for lack of money
because that's his paper mill you saw
just before you come in on the train,
and it had been running steady for
quite a spell before that. No one
ever knew whether he was building
the house to rent or whether he
meant to get married and live in it
himself, for Pollock's one of them
close-mouthed kind that you could
not get a word out of with blasting
powder if he didn't want to talk.
There was plenty of offers to buy,
but Pollock just said it wasn't for
sale. He's in Boston now most of
the time and keeps to himself when
lie's here and it's more'n ten years
since work stopped on that place.
"Yes, Pollock must be all t)f 45
now. He wasn't so awful young
when he started to build. He's fair
and square to his men and they all
swear by him."
What was the mystery of the
house on the hill?
One of the passengers to whom
,the bus driver told the story later qn
came into possession of the facts,' ,
and here they are: Marion Burrows,
losing both parents when a child,
had taken in charge by sin aunt in
Boston, who was totally incapable of
understanding the ' romantic, high
strung and rather self-willed nature
of the girl. Though only in moder
ate circumstances, she sent Marian
away to a fashionable boarding
school to get her off her hands. The
girl came back, prettier, more attrac
tice and, if anything, more unman
ageable than ever. At 19 the art
craze took possession of her, she
had visions of a career, and haunted
studios. One day she met Pollock,
whom a young novelist had brought
to a reception- The vivid, responsive
nature of the girl appealed to the
quiet, serious man. He managed to
be introduced at her 'home, and it
was easy to construe the meaning of
his frequent visits.
Marian grew to love the handsome,
distinguished looking man, and final
ly said yes to his suit Her aunt re
garded the match as highly advan
tageous and was correspondingly
One day he told Marian of the
pretty home he was building for her
in Rockley. A shadow passed over
"Do yod mean that we are to live
there?" she asked.
"Why, of course; my business is
there. Why, dear?"
"Oh, nothing," she said, changing
the subject to hide her disappoint
ment. The more she thought of burying
herself the more distasteful did it be
come. Then it came upon her she
did not love this man as she had
thought she did or she would follow
him to the end of the earth.
At this crucial moment Marco To
rini appeared on the scene. He had
sung at a great charity concert and
was the lion of the hour. His beau
tiful tenor voice was filling the stu
dio when Marian paused at the door.
The glory of it took her by storm.
She seemed in such a spell she did