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_____ . ' :orm Count v ; by Grace Miller White Copyright by Little, Brown &. Co. CMAPTEH XVI—Continued. She stooped and »moot bed hair fro» Evelyn's wet brow. "Now, while I'm gone you Just lay quiet-like, askin' Jesus every minute that your man'll be hikin' here faster'« back the ft (tow can fly." Evelyn raised her head. "Kiss me. Polly dear," she begged, with streaming eyes. "All right!" murmured the squat ter girl. "Klsses're mighty comfortin', ain't theyT* She stooped and laid her llpa on Evelyn's and, turning swiftly, left the room. Evelyn beard her snuffing the candles outside and then heard the latch click as Pollyop closed the door behind her. Bounding ont Into the snow, Pollyop raced through th# road toward Bish op's hut. for she had decided to speak to him before going on. She lifted the latch and peeped In. I-airy sat by the stove. puffing his pipe. He gave her but a glance then dropped his head mournfully. "Where's Lye. Larry?" Polly asked In a hissing whisper. "Gone home," came In a grunt, "He's sick to hla stummlck. an' ao be I. I'm most froze, too," With her hand on the latch of the door which ahe had closed against the «form, Ihe girl stood In shivering Indecision. She felt Intuitively the Inner emotions going on Inside the stolid speaker. She wanted to throw her arm* about him and tell him all Ihr, ' had passed In her home during Hie Iasi hour. But If ahe did, Lnrry would take the blame of the crime on him self. Of «Hirse he would! Polly Hop kins knew the heart of Larry Bishop as If she had made It herself from God's own clay. If the person In her shack had been Old Marc, he would have had no compunction In putting him out of the way, but a woman I "1 don't want yon for anything to night. Larry Bishop," she broke out, fumbling with the latch, you, dearie, never tell nobody you an' Lye swiped Old Marc's woman. That's a promise, Lnrry. ain't It?" "Yep," replied Bishop, nauseated. "Then go to bed an' sleep!" returned Pollyop. "You'll get wann, an'—an'— I'll see you tomorrow—mehhe. I won't l>e needin' you In my shanty tonight." Then she went swiftly out. slammed the door nnd was nwHy like a winter bird, before the squatter could ques tion her. An', mind Swiftly she ran on, her hair almost on end because, to save her friends, she must face the haughty MncKen l*e himself. It had been her cruelty that had prompted their act, and now. besides saving Evelyn, she must shield them. The nearer ahe came to the MacKenzle house, the harder her heart pounded, with dread at the task before her. In the meantime Marcus MacKenzle and his wife'» mother were together, the lady stretched out on the divan, and Marcus pacing the floor. Since MacKenzle had left the Hopkins shack, he had ridden madly over the hills, urging every man available to help him find his wife. Secretly he had wept tears such as never had poured from his eyes before In all his super c'llous days. Having set In motion what aid he could summon from town and coun try. he had come back home to the hvsterical mother. He had no com forting assurances to give her. or any to allay the burning grief within him self. Evejyn had disappeared a* if the ground had opened and swallowed her up. He paused In front of Mrs. Robertson, his dark, handsome face working painfully. "You're very sure she was feetlng well Just bofore she went out?" he Inquired. "She didn't act as If she had anything to worry over?" Mr». Robertson used her handker chief before she answered. "I can't think of anything." she hes itated, "unless It was about Boh. Late ly he's been so different. I asked Eve one day—" She broke off and dis solved In tear*. "Yes. you asked her one day— »lint?" MacKenzle urged. "It was about Bob," continued the weeping lady. "Eve thought lie wus suffering over—ove "Well!" snapped Marcus. Would the woman never cease her everlasting crying nnd give him u clue If she hud one? 'Wellhe goaded her on more furi iwrlv. 'Tolly Hopkins!" she sobbed. "Eve mini your continual pounding at the squatters had about broken the hoy's ■ptrtt." "Rubbish !" exelnimed MacKenzle. "Eve wouldn't waste her time worry ing over such rats. Bob's a fool, I've discovered !—Where is he?" "I don't know," answered Mrs. Rob ertson. "He goes away for days at a time without saying a word to Eve or me. And he looks perfectly dread mi. I tnink Evelyn's grieved over him." "Why didn t you tell me so before?" /iled the man, turning on her swiftly. "I'd have soon made my young gentle man pat on a smile, at least when i he's luanii. it's a shame iu# poor ( wife had to be tormented like that !" That he had started the rumpus and done his full hulf of the quarreling never occurred to him. He was de termined to find some one to biume for his wife's disappearance. "Well, there's one thing certain," he ejaculated, after measuring the room several times with long strides. "I can't stay here, but good God I I don't know where to go." A deep groan fell from his lips, and he began with heavy tread to walk up and down again. "Can't you think of any place she might have gone!" he begged. "You know all her friend». Where would she go if she had determined to leave home?" "Leave homer gasped Mrs. Rob ertson, her Js w dropping. "Yes!" faltered Marcus. "I don't know whether she told you or not, but we hod aome words before I start ed for Cortlund." "Of course she didn't tell me," came from behind the lady's handkerchief. "She never tells me anything, but I heal'd It. You were quarreling the squatters, nnd In Eve's condition, I think you might spare her a little. -She's not strong ! So much ling makes her sick 1—1 wish Boh home. Oh, dear, I can't stand It." "It's Boh that's made all this trou ble," snarled Marcus. over wrung were "He's spent several months trying to circumvent me about the squatters, and Eve and 1 would have had no quurrels at all If he bad attended to his own af fairs." lie spoke moodily, conscious that he had treated his wife harshly, yet un willing to ndmlt It. Mrs. Robertson, touched with the same feeling, sat up, wiping her face *T Pi mm \ )T il' V\ S'" T ;J • I lug. i Something snapped In MacKenzIe'r ( head, and for a moment he feared he -XV te "Why Didn't You Tell Me So Before?" Cried the Man, Turning on Her Swiftly. and brushing hack her hair. She. ton, remembered now all the bitter words she had flung at lier daughter. "Marcus," she said. "If—we—get Eve hack aguin—" "If we get her!" he interjected, his face going snow-white. "Of course, we'll get her. Why say such ridiculous things?" He turned away to hide the emotion her tremulous question had filled hltn with. If we don't," lie ended. "It will be my death Mrs. Robertson raised on her el bow. "But Marcus," she exclaimed, "there's been something on my mind ever since—slt\c think the squatters have her. do you?" "1 dou't know," moaned Marcus, and he sat down quickly as If his legs would no longer bear the weight of hla body. Oh, you don't And they were sitting thus, each busy with his own unspeuknble unhap piness. when the servant entered. "There's a girl here, sir." she be gan. and Marcus sprung up. "Bring her In," he cried. "Bring her in instantly !" The raald hesitated. v "She's queer looking, sir," she suld timidly, "and she's wet through. She's one of them squatters." "Bring her ln, I said," ordered Mar cus once more, nnd the girl went out. closing the door softly. Pollyop crept Into the warm her teeth chattering, her legs steady. Her first glance fell Mrs. Robertson who, when she saw her, made a husky throat sound. Then the brown, fearful eyes traveled to the tall man, no longer an enemy to be hated, merely a wounded human crea ture, like her dear ones in the Silent City, to be loved and comforted. "I got your woman In my shack," said Pollyop, straight to him, swallow room, un upon "Ood be thanked," screamed Mrs Robertson. !" I was losing nls mind. Polly thought by the blank expression of his face that ills wits had gone completely. Ignoring the woman whom she de tested. she went rapidly to MucKen zle's side, "1 hud her roped up In the bed when you was there tonight, mister," she told him, the words tumbling over each other In the haste of confession. "I were goln' to chop her head off to get even with you. But—but—-my dead Urunny Hope, an' the Biggest Mam my In All the World wouldn't let me." It seemed an eternity to the quuk Ing young speaker before Marcus threw up his head and took a long breath. "She—ahe'a alive?" he demanded hoursely. "You're very sure site Isn't dead 7 Girl," he bounded up and grasped i'ollyop'a arm, "If you lie to me—" "1 ain't lyin' to you, mister," Inter rupted I'olly dully. "You don't need to be scared for Miss Eve, but now you'd best come along to my hut an' get her. She's mournin' for you In tlrnnny Hope's coop-hole, covered up with blankets." Something like a huge list struck MucKenzIe. The conviction that the squatter girl's words were true lifted him Immediately from the bottom depths of hopelessness. The sudden Inrush of Joyous relief brought with It a mental Illumination, and he saw himself as others had seen him. The terrible, blighting uncertainty he hud home for a few maddening hours the girl before him hnd known for months. If she were to blame for his suffering, what was the measure of Ids own responsibility? lie turned swiftly to hts mother-in law and said huskily: "Cull some one to get this child some dry clothes. Take anything of Eve's you can find that will keep her warm, and for God's sake, take those ragged boots off her feet He sprang to the bell. "I'll order the team." When he had given his orders to the servant who appeared at the door, he sank back Into a chair, and Mrs. Rob ertson went swiftly out. Utterly oblivious of the squatter girl's presence, Marcus MacKenzle burled bis face In his hands. The new I'otlyop, the Polly of the Sun, crept forward and touched him. "Your woman's all right," she said huskily. "Don't cryl She told me nbout—about the little kid a-comln' In the summef, nn ' «be howled like mad to come along with me. But I say* to her she couldn't walk all this way to you without dyln'." The soft tones vibrated sympathe tically as she voiced the assurances. MacKenzle thrust up tils hand and clutched the slim brown fingers. "Tell me something about It while we're alone," he whispered. Pollyop shuddered. "Well, sir," she begnn, so low that MucKenzIe hud to raise Ills head to hear, "all the squatters hate you, hut none of 'em was wicked like me. 1 said, 1 did, that you couldn't he hurt no way only through your woman, an' —an'—l was goln' to cut her head olT with the ox an' then sling 'er In the lake. I s'pose I'm goln' to get sent up for years, hut I Just hml to come and •ell you." Before MacKenzle, aghast at the • laager his deur one had faced, could answer, Mrs. Robertson ehtered, fol lowed by Evelyn's maid. •Tit get my coat." exclaimed Marl eus. Jumping up. "Dress the girl warm and send along Evelyn's fur mo:or coat." A furtive smile curled the maid's lips as she helped pull off Jeremiah's heavy coat, and then grew broader as Pollyop slipped out of Daddy's great hoots. Yet the Woman admitted to herself as she dried the wet feet and attired the squatter girl In her mistress' beautiful clothes thnt she was pretty, even prettier than Mrs. MacKenzle. When the robing process was fin ished. Mrs. Robertson glanced over the little figure and grudgingly acknowl edged to herself that there was some thing of elegance In the girl's bearing, even If she were n squatter. "Com* here she said, gesture Indicated the' spot, here before me*." Polly's Rhuklng legs carried her within n few Inches of the uugust presence. "You're very sure, girl," asked Mrs. Robertson, "that my daughter's safe iu your shack 7 How did she come there?" A haughty "Right Polly remembered Larry Bishop nnd Lye Braegcr. She had been instru mental In bringing them within the prison shadows, and If any one suffered from the deed done thnt night. It inust not be her friends. She alone must take the blame! "I wheedled 'er there, ma'am, replied humbly, "I'm goln' to tell her mnn all nbout It." Marcus entered and started hack lie caught sight of Polly. How heiuiti ul she was. bedecked In Ills wife's •»nthes ! Then It came to him thnt •ven In her rags she had had a dis Inctlve loveliness. Both Boh and Eve yn— she a^ As that precious name went j through ht* arma, M* thoughts flew to the squatter'* bot where hl* fmU youag wife awaited him. 'Come along quickly," be aald, go ing directly to Polly. How changed he seemed, how tie he was as he took hold of her and led her away ; and so preoccupied was she with this thought that th* beauty of the clothes which she made no Impression upon her. She wondered dully when MacKenzle lifted her bodily Into the sleigh and the coachman chirruped to the horses. Just what he Intended to do with her to* morrow. gen arm wor« She looked hack upon the time the authorities had sent Meg Wtlllums to n reform school and also recalled the girl s home-coming after her term had been served. Now that she, herself, as In danger of the like treatment, Pollyop searched her mind for the de tails thuf Meg had given of tlfe hor rible pluce, As the horses trotted along the bou levard. Pollyop'» chin sunk Into the warm fur about her neck, and until they turned Into the narrow lane from the road, no one spoke a word. "Go straight to the lake, Hank." ordered Mackenzie, and at the sound of his deep voice, Pollyop felt another shock of surprise, so often In strident abusç! was actually pleasant to listen to! Down the hill through the furry tlnkes of snow the Strong horses picked their way. Once the cutter nearly turned on Its side but righted Itself. The Hopkins hut was dark when they drove up before It. She had heard It Now it Marcus Jumped Into the snow, picked Polly out of the cutter as If ahe had been a kitten, and waded through the drift to the row path leading Into the house. He put the girl down before th« door, and turning, called to the coach man : nur "Drive the tenm down the road, Hank, out of the wind I I'll call you when I want you!" It was Pollyop's trembling hand that unlatched the shanty door, she who struck a match and touched it to the candle. Then she pointed to Granny Hope's room. "She's In there, mister," she said, trembling like an aspen leaf. Then because she was about to face an outraged wife In the presence of a powerful husband, she sat down, shuklng with fear from head to foot. CHAPTER XVII It wai In the meanwhile a covered carriage containing two men and a little boy was making slow progress along the drifted boulevard. About two miles from Ithaca a double cutter, with sleigh bells ringing, dashed by them, the little light on the back of It glow ing like a steady red eye until a sharp curve in the road blotted It from sight. "Somebody else out. If 'tls a bad night," commented the older man, who held the boy. "They went awful fast, too, Daddy Hopkins," murmured the child. "Didn't 'um, dartin'?" "Yep. son," was the reply, go over the snow hetterin "Sleighs wagons." The words hardly penetrated the younger man's revery. . His thought* were busy with a squatter girl who would have a real Thanksgiving the next day. Her Joy he could picture, but he could not Join It. All hla thoughts of her were marred by other vision that poisoned his every moment. Never since he had found Oscar Bennett dying In Polly's beü had he known a peaceful Instant. When the vehicle came to the cor ner where MucKenzle's magnificent turnout had swung Into the lane lead ing to the row of squatter shucks at (he lakeside, the carriage door and thrust his head out. an Robert i'ercivul opened "This Is where we turn." he shouted to the driver. "Go slow I Tlie drift» are deep alt the wuy down." When he settled uguln into his seat, lie remarked : "It's a bad night, Hopkins. Per haps It would have been better to have walled until morning, after all." The other man bent over the boy's head and laid his face against It. " 'Twould hud to be something more'n a snowstorm to keep me in Itliucn all night," lie returned. "Where my pretty brut is. 1 want to be." "Of course, of course," sighed Rob ert. But lie did not utter aloud the .bought which flung to Ills lips that he was tortured by the same wish, too What he did say was : "Your daughter will be asleep. I've no doubt." "Mehhe," Hopkins answered. Pollyop'll he'glad to hop out of bed for her daddy nn' Jerry baby !" Then he coughed'as If trying to add something else. "I been wantin' to ten yn» oay, Mr. Perelvnl," lie suld awawurdly, "how grateful I he to you. It's kluda hard to say It In words." "There's no need, I assure you," re turned Robert. "The only thing 1 re gret Is that you should have been com pelled to stay In prison so long." "But we're home now!" was the hap py answer. 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