The Mangum Star (Mangum, Okla.), Vol. 34, No. 44, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 13, 1922 Page: 4 of 12
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THURSDAY, APRIL 13, 1922.
race Miller "White
ht by Ll
"Tell Oscar I haven't any money! I
Juki can't net It now! And, Pollyop,
tell lilm too that he mustn't write ine
any more letters. My mother—well,
U she found one of tlieiu, she'd turn
me out of the house."
Polly s mouth flew open. She could
not conceive of a girl doing anything
In the world had enough to make her
mother turn her out of her home.
"Lortly! Would she, nowV" she
'My mother's proud," said kvelyn,
In excuse. "You know that. Folly."
Certainly Polly knew It I Hadn't
■he ducked out ot sight of the unsym-
pathetic lady many a time when lurk-
tog near the Robertson home with a
message from Oscar to Kvelju?
"I don't know what I will do, Polly,
the other girl went on, "If you don t
help me—and—some time I'll really
do something for you."
A temptation to blurt out the words
Marcus MacKenzle hud spoken as-
sailed the squatter girl; hut Kvelyn
looked worried I Polly's heart was as
soft as the velvet In lur eyes when
she came upon trouble of any kind.
"You've been good to Wee Jerry,"
she Interposed gently. "Awful good,
lie 'most giggles his Itttle life away
when I bring him the goodies you send
"I'm going to do a lot for both of
you," returned Kvefyn Impulsively,
•'and today I brought this bag of candy
for the baby. Here! Take It! And
you'll go to Oscar for me as soon as
you cull, won't youT"
Smiling. Polly slipped the package
<if sweets Into her pocket. She could
forgive anything ugnlnit herself for
the sake of seeing Wee Jerry smile
and hearing him crow over the con-
tents of the smull bag.
"Yep," she agreed, "an' say all you
tell ine to. Mm what If he kicks up a
row? tie's gel ti n' awful pernlcklty.
A Sharp cry from Kvelyn was fol-
"Tell lilm be ■mii'tll'tI Make him
promise he won't! And—and, Pollyop.
I'll tell you something else, If you'll
promise never to tell."
••I never told anything yet. have IV"
pollyop protested In low. Indignant
one rniisf ever know ubout Owm*
and me." U\eJyn began, still harping
upon the grenl f«m that obsessed her,
Jeremiah Hopkins stopped hla worlc
and frowned at the speaker.
"He'd best he a-lookln' out for hls-
self," he muttered. "Mehhe he'll get a
taste of the hot place If he does any
struttln' around the Silent City."
"Mehbe," repented Larry Bishop,
and no more. Marcus MacKenzle.
handsome, smug and rich, hnd baen the
"iterative of your ma," Interrupted
Polly. "Sure I ki ow that !"
A slim hand wus raised In partial
"Mother's an awful worry to ine
sometimes, tint It's not she altogether.
Hilt- hut "
"Then—then—It's your fine-lookln'
cousin." came brokenly from Polly,
during the pause In Miss Robertson's
"Of course, I wouldn't have lilm
know for anything." Kvelyn nodded as. |
sent "Oh. goodness, I might as well,
tell II anil get It over. I love some one j
else, and he loves me, Pollyop. 1 j
want to be Ills wife more than I'vej
ever wanted anything before. He's
wealthy, dear, and I've got to marry
Polly's face gathered a shocked ex
pression How could she marry any
one when she «ns already weddetl to
Oscar Bennett 1 By any law Polly
knew of. a girl could not have two
husbands at the same time. Kven the
squatters. In their careless way of
living, did nothing like that.
"You can't tie up to no other man
while you belong to Oscar, Miss Kve"
slie ventured gravely.
"Well. I know It ; of course I know
It," retorted Kvelyn. resenting the
censure In the other's tones: "but I've
Ifot to he free. I'm so frantic, I don't
much care how. That's the way Os
car's got to help me! Anyway make
him understand he's got to wait; lie
roust be quiet and not bother me. Then
come tonight, and let ine know what
hs an vs. Will you, Polly?"
*• The squlttter girl nodded. She would j
rather have been switched than see Os
car Bennett again.
"Yep," she assented. "I'll hunt him j
up late this afternpoji and then hij-
tie right over to you. I got to go now !" j
For some moments after Evelyn
left her. Polly watched the slim flu-
ure on the path to the woods. Tlten
she suddenly remembered Marcus Mac
Reticle and without a backward
fiance hurried swiftly toward the
Meantime three squatters from the
8llent City were In the Bad Man's
ravine, dressing the flsli they had net i
ted the night before. One enormous |
man was sealed on a flat rock, Ills barej
. feet almost touching the water ns It
hurried hv to the lake. On his Hhoiil-
ders. with his legs wound tightly ■
around the man's neck, sat a small
boy. Utile more than a baby. He was
shivering with cold, and, ns the springy
' rain shot Its drops upon his face, he
I lifted a small hand and brashed them
away Seemingly oblivious of lite
] weight against bis sw artliy head. the
I mnn picked up a fish and contemplated
! it with a scowl. Then he proceeded to
I clean It deftly.
The silence was unbroken for a long
time except by the rushing of the wa-
ter, the gruesome running of the
knives over the flsh scales and a little
whimper, now and Ihen, from the child
•stride the man's neck.
"I lieurd In town," broke forth I.ye
Braeger. "that Old Marc MacKenr.le's
cotuln' home. Here's where us squat-
ters get li—1 flung at us good and
Instrument that bad moved lite hanls
ot the law to swing open the prison
doors and shove Larry Blslio|5 inside
Just when his young wife needed him
Once In sight of the roaring water,
rushing In torrents from the Mud Man's
ravine, Poll.v sent out a peculiar little
trill; and the hoarse answer of a
man's voice mingled with Its echo ns
It struck the enormous, up-roaring
Polly's heart hounded and lost Its
heavy weight of fear. Duddy Hop-
kins had responded ponderously to her
first call. In another moment she was
crawling up the Jagged aides of the
deep ifulf. As she came up to them,
Hopkins' companions waved her a
greeting, but stopped their work at
the sight of her sober face.
"What's up, Inssle?" demanded Hop-
kins. "You ain't seen a ghost, have
"Worser'n Hint. Daddy," she replied.
"Much worser'n that! Old Marc a |
home, an' I heard him say he's goln' j
to root us squutters out of the Silent |
A brute-like glare flashed Into Lar- |
rv Bishop's eyes.
"Did he, now, brat?" he muttered, I
taking up his knife and looking at It. ;
Polly squatted down beside her fath- j
er. slipping one hand under his arm. ,
The other she gave to the child, who I
grasped It eagerly.
"Did he, now?" came In repetition
from Bishop's throat.
"Yep," asserted Pollyop, with an
emphatic boh of her head, "an' I come
to tell you all you'd best -be a-lookln'
,,,, i f,,r Mm. Daddy, he snys you're
the worst man In the settlement, but
evervhody knows he's a liar."
•He'd best he lookln' out for Ills own
hide." Hopkins shot back like a flash
,,f steel. "I ain't In uny mind to stand
non It of bis guff, the dirty duffer."
Withdrawing her arm from her filth-
's she leaned her chin on her hand,
tie wanted to urge them not to worry
, to tell them of the other
rnan. rich like old Marc, who had ex-
pressed In tender tones a kindly ln-
lercst III their welfare. Somehow,
though, the words would not come. The
lie,ireful figure did not fit In with the
secret linilerstuudlng that expressed It-
self In the frowning, furtive glances
that passed from one to the other of
"He's awful, powerful strong," she
ventured in answer t,o the look she
had Intercepted, "an' powerful rich I"
"An' money's what makes the mare
go." struck In Lye Braeger.
"Sure, so 'tis." answered Polly. "But
'tain t everything In the world. I got
i but the struggle- of unloosening Wee
Jerry s fingers from his father's thick
hair was short and sharp.
i "Take him home, brat," said Jere-
miah to Pollyop. "He's like a frog,
| poor Imp. We got a full hour's work
With the child's hand In hers, Polly
looked at her father.
I "Come when you can, Daddy. I got a
s'prlse for you."
I "Good Mile kid, your girl Is, Jere-
| ralah." droned Braeger, and he grunted
! as he straightened out his legs.
| Hopkins bent over to catch another
! glimpse of Ids children.
j "Yep," he agreed, a wavering smile
I touching his Hps. "Ood love 'er! She's
I like her ma was at her a?e—as near
I like as two peas In a pod."
On entering the shack Pollyop found
Granny Hope still nsleep. Then uhe
replenished the tire anil sat down with
Jerry on her lap. She disrobed him.
dried the smell body, and placed him
on the cot under the blankets. An-
other piece of candy was popped Into
the ever-ready little mouth; and he
cuddled down contentedly
Ills daughter's cheerful face, when
Jeremiah cane home for his dinner,
drove away, for the time being, the
drend her turnout cement of Mac
Kenzie'.s return hnd stirred In him.
Her description of mending the roof
brought a wry smile to his fai*. She
sat on his knee while he smoked his
pipe and chattered of the little Inti-
mate things of the lakeside, and later
sent him and Jerry off to Larry
! Bishop's Shack, feel I. g the better for
I food anil warmth and love.
! five o'clock, inllk-pnll In hand,
i she took the lane that led to the Ben-
l nett farm. Nothing but her promise
I to Kvelyn would have dragged her
| again that day Into Oscar's presence.
I Nor did she consider that the message
she had to deliver would Incline the
farmer t" be very generous In the mat-
1 ter Of milk. Suppose he demanded pay
, for It on the basis he had suggested!
| She rounded the building and went j
Into the cow stables. On a nail In the
wall hung a lantem, and the farmer
sat milking a cow.
"Hello, Oscar!" was her greeting. "I
saw Miss Kve, but I didn't tell her
nothln' about the kisses you wanted." |
Bennett turned and studied her curi-
ously. taking quick stock of her, even
to the brown of her bare feet. No. he
had not made a mistake in summing
her up that morning.
"You better hadn't." he growled,
without Interrupting his work. "I sup-
pose you brought me some fool mes-
| sage from her, eli?" Having finished
! the row, he rose and stood wtth the
brimming pall of milk In his hand.
I "She sent yon, didn't she?"
| Polly hesitated a moment, coughed
) and cleared her throat.
"A little milk for Jerry, please." she
I suggested, extending her can.
Bennett snatched It from her hand
"flood God, you squatters're nothing
hut beggars," he grumbled, but be-
1 cause he was eager to get her message,
he tilled the pall full. Smilingly Polly
took It back.
"I'm thankln' you. Oscar." she
gurgled, "an' now mehbe a fresh egg
for Granny Hope?"
He made an ungry motion with his
Tp In that box." be snapped. Then
tell what you came for! What'd Eve
"Your woman sent word by me, she
"Tell It. and don't be all day about
it." ordered the farmer.
Pollyop took a couple of steps back-
ward toward the door, ready to fly If
Oscar showed any slgna of unusual
"She said you wasn't to write her
anv more letters," she replied. "She's
awful scared. She trembled all over
when she told me."
"What did she say about money?"
Bennett demanded gruffly.
Through the dim light of the lan
tern. Polly looked at him pleadingly
"She Just can't get another cent,"
she returned, "an' she's feelln' terrible
bad about It."
Although he had not finished his
tusk, Bennett Jumped up from his
stool, and one step took him very close
to the nervous young speaker.
"She can't, eh?" he cried. "She
means she won't, I guess. By God, she
will, «>r I'll come out with the whole
thing. You go and tell her so. She's
trot rich folks, and I didn't marry her
to keep quiet all my life. Tell hei
either she comes home here to me
or she pays up. If she pays " he
paused, then laughed. "Oh, you need
n't look as If I was goln' to swat you
one, Pollyop," he went on, "hut as 1
was sayln', If she pays up and I get
rid of her, then—me for you, Polly
His voice was harsh, and his man-
ners rough. Polly retreated to the
"The' time's here," Oscar went on,
••when both you women will be leap-
ing to mv gad. There! Get home and
gay to my lady Just what 1 said—
again he broke ofT, only to continue,
"leaving out the pait about you. See.
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Flowers for Easter Morning
Notice to the Public
All parties are warned that there
is to be no swimming, fishing or hunt-
ing on my farm. Persons violating
this warning will be handled as tress-
passers. B. F. Wetsel. 42-2t.
Give her chocolates for Easter. We
have a beautiful assortment of the
finest and freshest, now on display.
Mrs. E. B. Geyer's Book Shop. 43-2t.
For better Sanitary Plumbing, Call
| Griggs. 39"tf
Sudan Grass Seed
Now is the time to plant Sudan
Grass. I have plenty of seed, clear of
Johnson grass. 8 cents lb. 6 cents in
100 lb. lots. Jack Elkins, 1-2 mile nort
of Reed, Okla. *3-2p.
"Crosnco" Oils—Mobiloils, 2 good l's
G. J. Crossland & Co. 43-4t
It is the one day of the year when
Flowers symbolize so much. The
sentiment attached to Easter
Flowers carries with it the fond-
est of feelings.
Any thoughtfulness you bestow
upon your mother, your wife, your
sister or your sweetheart will
reap its reward in their apprecia-
Here you will find the best, the
hardiest varieties—most reason-
ably priced. If it is not possible for
you to come we suggest that you
phone your order, which will re-
ceive conscientious selection and
"Sure, So 'TIs," Answered Polly. "But ,
'Tsln't Everything In the World."
Granny Hope's word for that. An'
she knows a lot about love, Granny
I.arry Bishop's sudden laugh cracked
In the middle, and he swallowed fierce-
"I.ove! H—II" he burst out husk-
ily. "Grnnny'll know soon what bavin'
money means. Some morula' the 81
lent eily'll wake up an' llml the Hope
shack burned to the rocks."
"Mebbe not." replied Polly simply.
"Anyway, Granny don't need her hut
now she's llvln' with us."
A sudden thought of Robert Per-
elviil shot a queer little thrill through
her, anil she got confusedly to her feet.
"I.orily, hut the wind's cold this
| mornln'l" she exclaimed.
! "That's so," answered her father.
I "It's too blamed cold for the baby to
stay here. Get off'n my neck, boy, an'
go'along home with Poll, an' get het
up a bit."
The child set up a howl that flung
i Itself hack and forth In squealing
echoes from side to side of the ravine,
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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