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WEDNESDAY, FEU. 13; 1922 IHL DELDING, MICHIGAN, BANNER-NEWS PAGE NINE ptoraii.Q3)iuntFF: 1 race Miller White ifIllustraiWRHLivinsto jf Upyr ne. into the rain sne went, her bare feet carrying her swiftly over the ragged rocks, her curls gathered uu-der her chin like a warm glistening hood. When later she appeared In frtuvt of the shanty, her gingham skirt was filled with rusty pans and old pieces of tin. She placed them oil tlx? door step, and looking hesitatingly at the willow tree, went hack Into tl. house. From a peg Tolly took a pair of ler father's trousers and clamttered into them, tucking-her 'skirts out of sight and rolling up the trouser leg, for Daddy Hopkins was much taUer than his daughter. Into one of the hig pockets Tolly thrust a handful f nails. .It was a grotesque looking girl It Was a Grotesque Looking Girl Who a Few Minutes Later Was Flatten, i&g Out" the Pans and the Old Bits of Tin Upon the Stone. who a few minutes later was flatten ing out the pans and the old hits of tin upon the stone. When that vaR finished, she gath ered them up and, ax In hand, climhed rlnto the willow tree and onto the J roof. Daddy Hopkins would he glad when he came home and found the ahnck dry and warm. Then she began her task of hammering the plece.i of tin over the holes through .which the water dripped. Once In u while she stopped working, and, Hat on her stom ach, sought for smaJler cracks. Just as she had mended the last hole, she heard the sound of horses hoofs and men's voices. With the fear of the persecuted, she crouched close to the roof, and like some frightened animal, crawled to the edge of it. Squatters did not speak like that, neither did they ride horseback. There In the lane, astride two mag nificent animals, were two men. One she recognized Instantly. Tolly had every reason to know the tall man whose dark, handsome face had cast deep shadows over the Silent City. Marcus MacKenzIe had been for years the Nemesis that hung over the Cayu ga lake squatters. Even during his absence on war work abroad, his long arm had often reached back to the Silent City to pick away some hus band and close the prison gate be hind him. Tollyop had a passionate desire to throw the ax at him. She knew there was not a heart In all the Silent City that did not beat with dread at the very mention of his name. Then she caught a glimpse of the other man's face and forgot her terror of Marcus MacKenzIe. In Ithaca and about It she had seen many soldiers but never anyone like MacKenzie's companion. He was dressed In an of ficer's uniform, and, as his horse whirled him Into better view, the frown faded from Tollyop's brow as she gazed wonderlngly upon him. She marked his Hashing glances that swept the Silent City. She noted with a strange littJe thrill the beauty of the clearcut features, the full, kindly mouth and the smooth, tanned skin. M.'ircus MacKenzIe was speaking rapidly, and thou'!! Tolly could not hear what h said, she Knew he was talking of the squatter. Then words that made her tingle with Jny citr.ie distinctly to her ears. "IJut you can't turn a l"t of folks out of their homes. Marc," rang forth Joopt rich voice. "Where under the heaven would they go If you did?" Anywhere they dn please," snarled MacKenzIe contemptuously. "If they were all dead, they'd be bet ter off, and Ithaca too." Tolly's ' hand tightened on the ax handle. To let It fly straight Into the face of the haughty Ithocan would fcajfi. bejeo tLf action Indeed I "Have you tried to buy them out?" asked the other. "V and I don't Intend to," was the sharp retort. "They'll go because I'll make them go. that's all. I've been too busy for the last two years to make much of a dent among them but, now I'm home for good, I mean to clear them off." An outward gesture of the ollicer's hand told ToJIy he was not In sympathy with MacKenzie's threat. "You can't Judge of the situa tion, I'.oh." Marcus went on. "because yorfve been gone for years. Evelyn in tell you what they are, though." The speaker wheeled his horse and pointed his riding whip straight at the Hopkins' vitality ; and Tolly's curly Iread drew quickly back. "One of tin worst of them lives there!" she heard plainly. "He's sort of a mayor of the settlement. J ere-, mlnh Hopkins! And such a tribe as that hut holds can't be found iy- rrrrrcr: '.n mis county. A wortn- less. tniigle-haired girl and a boy half In the grave, and I heard only this morning they're harboring a hag by the name of Hope. They live like tigs, trw. Tho oor things haven't much of a chance- to live otherwise, have they. Marc?" The question evidently re quired no answer. "Well. 'what do you think of that?" he went on. Then he read cloud: " lf your heart Is loving and kind, come right In. If It ain't, wont, off.' Why, that's beautiful:" The vnrm. velvety brown the rich man's threats had made a hard glare wns brought back to Tolly's eyes by these words. She could have hugged ti e speaker as hard as she sometimes did Daddy Hopkins! "Kubblsh!" sneered MacKenzIe., Terfect rot! Your aunt was saying this morning that the Ibi. kins girl s as odd as she Is filthy. The very Idea of having a thing like that hung up!" Tolly saw the younger man reach out and touch the speaker with a gloved hand, - , . , "Love Isn't rubbish, wherever you find It. old chap!" he exclaimed. "It gives even a squatter shack a glimpse of heaven. You ought to help these people. Marc, ti'vethem a chance; make something T them, and they won't bother you." Turning tears filled Tolly's eyes. To hear him speak in sympathy with her fishermen friends touched her deeply. And he had spoken of love In the same way Cranny Hope did. too. Tollyop had never Imagined Old Marc's kind eer thought of the meek the lowly and the hungry. Tar above the world, up In the skies beyond the clouds where the blue was, right alongside the crucified Savior, Tolly Hopkins placed this new friend of the Silent Clt.Vj Her thoughts were Interrupted by MacKenzIe speaking. "They're pigs, Hob, I tell you," he repeated roughly, "and what I brought you down here today for " Tolly lost the rest of his sentence. Tack and yet farther back she slipped over, the roof. She had never heard anything so dreadful as this. In fact, she had always quite liked pigs, but she had never thought of comparing the shanty or Cranny Hope and Daddy. Hopkins to a barnyard and Its occu pants. She heard' the men ride away; and once more she sat up. Hy raising her body a little, she could see them walk Uif their horses alon the..road that led .Its crooked way through the set tlement. MacKenzie's straight, thick-set .fig ure made her shudder, but the slim, boylh one beside him brought a queer little thrill to her heart. "He's a beautiful angel himself," she murmured, and taking up the ax, she slIpjK'd down the tree and dropped to the wet ground. Granny Hope straightened up as Tolly entered the kitchen. Swlftfy the girl crawled out of her father's trousers and tossed tnck her curls, "What's the matter, pretty brat?" queried the woman drowsily. "I got to find Daddy," replied Tolly, her voice shaking. "Old Marc's back an' he's after us squatters a-flyin', an, C runny " She paused, her face softened, and she smiled. "Yep, honey?" prompted Mrs. Hope. "Old Marc had a beautiful angel with him." went on the girl, "an' he likes us squatters. He stood right up to that rotten MacKenzIe. I heard him, I did." She crossed to the old woman's side. "Love's able to send a angel slaphang down to this old earth to help us, huh, Cranny Hope?" "Yep, sure sure, honey-girl," mur mured Cranny, and once more her head bobbed forward, and she slept. Tolly Hopkins crept out of the hut and sped away along the shore toward Tad Man's ravine. CHAPTER II. About the time Polly Hopklaa began to repair the shack reof, ISvalya Rob ertson came fcutie rtfl ert er toother sa? rvadfug. TTTe girl was dressed to so out and was drawing a !alr of gloves over her ringed fingers. "Where are you solng, Eve?' In quired the lady. "It seems to me thai you're running out altogether too much. 'There' .your piano! You haven't practiced In month.. Now don't blame me,' Eve, If, when Marcus asks you to play, you fall flat." A dull red ran Into the girl's cheeks, but she made no reply as she smoothed -the wrinkles from her gloves. "The goHl Lord knows," continued the mother Irritably, "that I've kept at you enough. Now Marc and Kobert are home, liow are you going to enter tain them? Men demand so much." The experiences of the past two years had taught Evelyn that lesson. It had been demand, demand and more demanding ever since, on girlish Im pulse, .she had-secretly married Oscar IVennetL "And you heard what Marcus said last night nhout the Silent City folks." "And You Heard What Marcus Said Last Night About the Silent City Folks," Went on Mrs. Robertson. went on Mrs. Robertson. "What you want of that Hopkins girl I don't un derstund. Marcus says her father Is the most dangerous man among the lot of them, and the girl herself is queer." "Oh. don't tulk about the squatters all the time," cried Evelyn. "I hate the very sound of the word. What's' Tolly Hopkins, anyway? . . . Now Marcus Is home " - . " "Darling," the mother Interrupted eagerly, "It has always been my hope that you and Marc would grow to care for each other. He is so rich and so handsome! Now, Isn't he?" A groan almost leapt from Evelyn's lips. What a fool she had been! Here she was married to a man she loathed, a man she was ashamed of ! The realization that another man, rich, good-looking and in every way desira ble, had turned his serious eyes upon her, almost made her blurt out the whole story to her mother; but hav ing kept silent so long, she dared not speak now. All through the night she had tossed and turned, hunting some way to get Oscar llennett out of her life without Marcus MacKenzIe know lng anything about It. She dared not go to Oscar himself; Tolly Hopkins was the only hope she had. All Ben nett cared for was money. He was as tired of her as she was of him. Ter haps he would go away quietly and set her free If she gave him money enough.' Would her mother give It to her? "Mother, do you honestly want me to marry Marc?" she asked, trembling. Mrs. Robertson caught at the out flung hand. "I do, I do Indeed, darling," she an swered. "And he'll ask you too, I'm sure. Perhaps not today or tomorrow, for he's Just renewing his acquaint ance with you. By the way ha looked last night 1 could tell he was consid ering it." A handkerchief dropped from Eve lyn's Angers, and she stooped to pick it up. . "If l lead Marcus on," she suggest ed, rising, "and and get him to ask me to marry him, will you give me any sura of money I want?" Her voice shook with emotion, and her young fuce seemed suddenly old and haggard. Mrs. Robertson had never seen her daughter In such a state. "Sit down a minute, Evelyn," she commanded. "Now tell me what you want money for. I know very weU that you haven't spent what I've al lowed you upon yourself. That's why I've refused you so much lately. No more seciets or mystery! I want the facts. Now tell me this minute." Tift? girl dropped Into a chair and hurled her face In her hands. "I can't," she whispered. For some time she remained In the same attitude, while her mother studied her silently. At length the girl lifted herself erect. "I can't explain,'' she broke out, "and I suppose you're thinking all kinds of things. I can't help R If you do. You'll have to give me the money I need, If you want me to mnrry Marc. There's no 'Ifs' and 'amis' about that. If you'll give me the money" she fal tered, wiped her Hps and concluded slowly, "I'll marry Marcus XlacKen tle," "Yaa must be crazy, Eva," lira. Bob artsorj said la fL"!A vylca, "t talk U me UkeUiif. Uyou have" any secrets from me, I fa time you told them." Well?" shot from Evelyn sharply, "suppose I have? It's my secret, isn't It? Are you going to help me or not, that's the question." It was evident to Mrs. Robertson that the situation was not to be trifled with. In a twinkling her daughter had chnrtged from a meek and timid girl to an aggressive woman. To try to bully her any more would be a mere waste of effort. "Heavens," she began, "this Is a pretty how to do, 1 must say. I can't Imagine why you should want money. It doesn't make much difference, any way. There are more reasons than one why you can't get It from me." "What are they?" fell from the girl's lips. "The first Is," returned the mother, tartly, "I don't like being held up In this high-handed manner by my own daughter." She paused; and Evelyn caught her breath. If that were all, she would row and rage until she got what she wanted. Mother and daughter were staring at one another, each demanding an ex planation. Evelyn did not Intend to make any ! Mrs. Robertson weakened before the steely-blue In the girl's eyes. "But the main reason Is," she went on, "I haven't got It. I don't own this house, nor nor " Evelyn sprang to her feet and con fronted her mother. Her face was drawn Into cruel lines, and her hands were g-lpped spasnTbdlcally. ' "You lie," she burst forth. "You've always lied to me about money." A bitter smile drew down the cor ners of the older woman's mouth. She knew how true the accusation was. "Well, this time," she answered, "I'm telling you the simple truth. I not only do not own this house, but " "Then who does own It?" Interject ed the girl. "Your cousin, Robert Terclval." was the quick response; "and he's supplied all the money we have used. Now perhaps you won't try to get some thing out of me I haven't got." "Mother!" cried the girl, In agony. "I told you. Eve. that you should know the truth." Mrs. Robertson con tinued. "You've asked for It, and here 't Is. When Robert's father and mother died, I came here to take care of him. I had nothing then and have nothing now. You were only a baby, and I've always kept the facts from you. When Robert went to war, he arranged that If he didn't come back, I should have the home and enough money to keep us." Evelyn's eyes widened. Of a surety this was the truth. "Then we aren't rich?" she demand ed huskily. "No. that we're not !" responded the lady, "and what's wn,- we ure de pendent upon Robert -.for everything." 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