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About The Bend bulletin. (Bend, Deschutes County, Or.) 1917-1963 | View Entire Issue (May 13, 1922)
PAOB TITE lUCKD 1ULLKTIN, DAILY KDITION, RKND, OKROOK, NATl'KDAY, MAY IH, II1!3. fStonnCoSitr Polly BLGraceMiUer White - SL,r"5'-y -vr-v CHAPTER XII Midsummer was full uuihi them; aud still I'oHyop ami Jerry la-Id to their IcMicly tenure of the hut. A few heart-broken letters hail reached the squatter girl from Auburn, and she had painstakingly answered them. Yet In spite of the dally prediction of the squatter folk that Old Marc would shortly begin again to harass them, Polly was happier. She could not have explained. If she liad been asked, why the agony of doubt had given place to a warmer glow about her heart when she thought of Daddy Hopkins. Away off up there In the gloom of the prison, he had received a mother's benedic tion; I'olly believed this with all her soul. Jerry nnd she too had come In for their share; nnd this new confi dence lifted the shadow from her eyes a little and lessened the stabbing hurt In her aide. The thing that tormented her most was Jerry's constant mourning for his father. Day by day she bad racked her brains for ways to amuse him. but as soon as (he novelty of the play had worn off, Ihe old-time cry would be gin: "Want to play horse wlf my Paddy Hopkins! Wee Jerry wants Daddy Hopkins!" She was looking at him one morn ing after one of his spells of weeping, and wistfully considering If there might e a way to hurry him off to Auburn for a day, when Kvelyn HoIh ertson suddenly appeared in the shanty door. For a long lime Evelyn's conscience had made ier -uncomfortable. Even though her day were exceedingly busy, the remembrance of the squatter girl's pate, pleading face tormented . ber, and - she was fearful Pollyop might not keep the promise she had made, and Marcus MacKcniie would be lost forever. So astounded was Polly Hopkins to see the girl that she neglected to ask her In. Overlooking this, Miss Hob ertson stepped Into the room In embarrassment. "Pollyop." she began, catching her breath, "I Just had to speak to you. I'm going to be married to Mr. MeKen zle, and came to talk to you about it and and to bring the baby some candy." Her expression grave with surprise, Polly scrutinized her coldly. "Jerry'd rather have his Daddy Hopkins than candy," she retorted, frowning. Miss Itobertson drew back a little, shaking her head. "I couldn't manage that, I'm afraid," she said soberly, "but " Pollyop shifted uneasily. "Mebbe you could get Old Marc to say I could take Jerry to Auburn, then?" she ventured. "Jerry'll die if he don't sec his daddy. He's gettin' thinner an' thinner every day. He's been yelling like mad all mornin'." Evelyn pondered on this an instant. "Yes, I could do that, I'm sure," she answered, smiliug broadly. "I'd love to do it, loo." The forlorn droop at the corners of Polly's mouth disappeared. "Mebbe, if I could get something to wear " she hesitated. It had never occurred to Miss Rob ertson how Pollyop managed for cloth ing. Stie hod so much herself she was blind to another's need ; hut, as she had come to demand a favor, then per haps she bad better offer as much as she could. "Polly," she ejaculated, "you've been awfully good to me, and you can have any one of my dresses you want, and keep It too. Aud I'll persuade Mr. Mackenzie to get you a permit to go to Auburn." ' Polly felt lier heart grow big. Then, after all, she could take Wee Jerry to his daddy. "I B'sKse I s'spose," she hesitated, trembling, "you couldn't tell your cous in " Her throat caught In a sob but she cleared it, and went on, "Just tell Mm Oscar wasn't my munj" Evelyn Robertson had often lived over the horror of the minutes when the shameful secret of ber marriag to Oscar Bennett was so nearly dis closed to Uobert Percival. More than once had she - congratulated herself upon the cleverness with which she bad avoided that danger. To be sure ber escape hod been at the expense of Polly's reputation. She regretted the necessity but reasoned that a good name could not be much of a loss to a squatter. "Of course I couldn't do that," she returned sharply. "Why why should you want " The squatter girl's gaze lifted to the speaker's face, and tears welled over the fringed lids. Then Evelyn read the truth; and ber eyes glinted and narrowed. "Merciful Heavens, you're In love with my cousin?" she exclaimed, "I Uiat what you mean?" The hrovVn bead fell forward, and a tlnme-hot fare was hidden In the chestnut curls. "And he loves you, too," cried Ev elyn. In disdain. "What a fool I was not to discover that before! How or fectly awful ! That's what has been the matter with him for months." She suntchvd Pollyop'a arm aud shook her. "It's absolutely mad of you to think of my cousiu tu that way," she con tinued, iter voice hoarse with fear. "Promise mo again you'll never tell him about Oscar?" Pollyop shook her head. "I've never told uotliin'; I've said I wouldn't," she replied thickly, almost sullenly. Then Evelyn smiled. The dimple played hide and go seek at t lie Cor nells of her lovely mouth. The steely blue glint faded from her eyes, leav ing them the color of heavenly tints She was certain her secret was as safe in the breast of Polly Hopkins us It was In the heart of the (lend Oscar. "You shall see your father." she said, dropping her hand, "and yon run have any dress I have to wear. Come up tonight, at seven. The folks will be at dinner; and I'll slip out and bring you in." Then she went away, leaving Polly Hopkins alternately plunged Into the depths of despair when she thought ol Uobert Perclvul and singing with gladness over the Joy In store for Wee Jerry and Daddy Hopkins. It was still broad day when Polly Hopkins left Wee Jerry playing by the water's edge with some squuttex youngsters nnd started for the Kobert son home. True to her word, Evelyn met her In the grape arbor at seven and hastily led her up the buck stnln to her bedroom. "There are the closets," she said. "Take anything you like, Polly, but hurry. The cook's In the kitchen, and the other maids are busy. I'll go down for fear someone w-lll come to find me. There's the dinner gong." Once ainne in t lie beautiful room. Polly's gaze swept Its broad illmen slons. It did not occur to her to envel the least of these gorgeous surround lugs. She only wanted something tc wear to Auburn, something to eel brute her visit and do Paddy Hopklni proud. She .uvung open a cl'et door and peered in. The sound of laughter somewhere In the house sent n wave of terror ovel her. She snatched at the llrst gown under her hand, rolled It into n bun die and lied down the stairs. Cntil she was in the lane again, site did not breathe easily. Once back in the shanty, Pollyop hid the dress beneath her bed without even daring to look at It. How Evelyn was to arrange Ihe visit to Auburn, she did not know, but of one thing she was sure, she had a beautiful dress u wear. After she had put the child to bed, and the door was securely locked, Pol ly drew the curtains tightly over the small windows. Even the corners of the room lost their shadows ; and "The Greatest Mother In the World" seemed to stand out more plainly than even when the sun shone. Pollyop placed her warm cheek against the picture and smiled. She earnestly believed this wonder-mother was helping her to go and see Daddy Hopkins. She turned and looked long ingly at the sick little man, then up ward to the woman's face. "You've done so much for me an Jerry, mn'um," she whispered. "Meb be sometime you'd make him smile Just once at me." Then she took the bundle from un dcr her cot und spread out ber treas ure. It was a delicate shimmering silk, and In It was the color of the sun Just before he sailed over the western hill on his Journey around the earth. There could not be such another beautiful gown In all the world, Polly thought. Then she slow ly slipped from her own ragged dress and stopped a moment, contemplating Daddy Hopkins' big boots. Even to Polly's primitive mind they did not seem to be Just the thing to wear with such a dress. So the boots, too. nine off. As If she hail been handling eggs, she drew on the beautiful robe, her bare neck nnd forearms gleaming white In the candlelight. Then back and forth she walked, en tranced with its voluptuous loveliness. Hut twist and turn as best she might, sne couia not see the wnme of her golden glory ; so she took down Daddy Hopkins' cracked piece of mirror which he had used when pulling out Ills shaggy whiskers with the tweezers. By the aid of It, she could get glimpses of her slim young. figure and the grace fill sweep of the skirt. Holding the glass higher up, she studied her alon dor neck where the sun hud tanned It. But Ian did not matter, for Daddy Hopkins loved her In spile of It. All at once she heard a knock A If Shs Had Bean Handling Eggs, She Drew on th Beautiful Rob, Her Bare Neck and Forearms Gleam ing Whit in the Candl Light. ngnlnst "the side of the lrirt. "Hastily slipping nut of the dress and folding It, she shoved It under her pillow. Then she put oil her old dress and opened the door. Larry Bishop was thoro, extending her a letter. Taking the note In amazement, she smiled and thanked him. "Ain't you comln' In, Larry?" she nsked. "Kluda chilly tonight, hull?" The squatter stepped Inside, his cap In his hand. "Yep. too cold for summer, Poll." he returned. "Say, brut, how you gettin' on? Out 'noiigh beans left for a while?" "Sure, more'n enough, Lurry," she replied. "I writ Daddy In my letter yesterday how blessed good you'd all been to me. I bet, when I get face to face with 'lm, I'll tell things I can't scribble. An' now you go brltigin' me this." She tupped the letter with her fin gers as a mysterious smile touched her lips. The man shook his head grimly. "You won't be seeln' your dad very soon, Pollyop," he muttered, "not If I guess right !" "Mebbe I will," she told him, finger. Ing the letter. She liked Larry Itlshop very much, but she was eaten up with curiosity to know the contents of the envelope In her hand. Perhaps, oh, might It be "Whcre'd you get this, Larry?" she asked, holding It up. "1 was coniln' down the lane," ex plained Bishop, "an a feiler asked me If I knowed where the Hopkins hut was. I says, 'Yep. I'm goln' there now.' He says. Take this letter to the Hopkins girl," nn' I says, 'Yep,' no' an' I brung It." He paused, hoping she would open It In his presence. Ileing persuaded she did not intend to, he went out. ills footsteps hud no sooner died awny than I'oily sprang to the door nnd barred It. Then she turned the letter over and over and looked at It. Her name was on It ; so It must be meant for her to read. A thrill of pleasure ran over her. Perhaps Hubert had sent her a word of forgiveness. He might have written that some day he would romp again. With sparkling anticipation she cili open the envelope and by the light of the caudle siH'lled out Its contents. "Ieur I'olly," she read. "I couldn't manage that trip to Auburn. So sorry, "E." Polly looked dully at the paper, the words running into black smudgy lines. Then she could not go to Daddy Hopkins after all ; and Jerry might lie! Old .Marc had once more laid his powerful hand upon her. Overcome with grief, she wept a while. Then she took the dress from under the pillow, rolled It carefully in a clean cloth and put It awny. The shock of Evelyn's cold note brought back the shadows to Pollynp's brown eyes. As the days passed slow ly by, ami the rich girl did not come to the shack again, Polly lost nil hope of seeing her father. Her decision to go to Auburn In spite of Old Marc followed a letter that she received from Daddy Hopkins. He was very lonely, he said. He was counting off each day as so many hour nearer the time when he could see Ids dear children. With the picture of Daddy's loneliness stamped In misery on her mind came the thought (hut no one had the right to keep Jerry from his father. From the time she conceived this idea. It never left her thoughts. Hh had often stolen rides on the Lehigh Valley train from Ithnca to the Silent City nnd dropped off where the engine took a switch while the Buffalo Spe cial dashed by. Why could she not steal u ride clear to Auburn? While the squatter girl was making arrangements to carry out this mighty plan, preparations for the MacKenzle-Hobertson wedding were going rapidly forwnrd. Evelyn, happy In her new love, untroubled by sym pathy for the dead Oscar, passed Ihe days mostly at Dressmakers nnd in the shops. Her contentment would have been complete If her cousin Rob ert hnd not looked so and, or If she could have rid herself of the sense of responsibility for Ills unhapplneas. But hoping In her flippant way that iff! would iiilne ntrt wv iiT.cr she was married, she gave little heed to him and none nl nil to Polly Hopkins. Early one morning Polly hopped quickly out of bed ami after a break fast of bread and beans, begun to dress Jerry In the best lie hud. The day was chilly, und a fine, rain drlsiled over the luko. Pollyop wrapped (iiitnuy Hope's old shawl around Ihe little hoy and lied a warm rag nboul his head; and the child, satisfied with his sister's assurance that ho was going to see his father, sat on the cot wide-eyed, watching her In silence. Polly combed her hair and washed ber face and hands. Illlly-gont Hop. kins was In his place at tho wood-box outing a haudlul of oats she had gleaned for him along the roadside. Polly wished that she might take him, too, hut a long us she could not, Hilly should have a better feed than usual. After everything else was attended to, slid unwrapped the silken dress and put It nn. Her bare feet showed from under the hem, but she hnd de cided she looked better without the hoots, and as she stood gazing at her self up and down, she regretted that she had not asked Evelyn for a pair of shoes too. Being careful not to soil her skirt, she knelt and allowed Jerry to climb nn her shoulders. The moment she stood outside the shanty in the rain, she shivered. The damp air nipped at her uncovered arms and neck. To travel the long dis tance to the station, so Illy covered, was out of the question, and the gown would be drenched through In a few minutes. She turned hnck Into the shack and placed Jerry on the rot. "Jerry wants to see Daddy Hop kins," tho child whimpered. "Ain't we goln", Pollyop?" "Yep. aurol" sold Polly. "Hut sis ter's got to put on her hoots. She can't go this way. It's too cold and Ihe walk to Ithaca's ton long, honey." Her hrow puckered Into a frown as she drew on her father's heavy boots and slipped Into his ragged coat. Then she lucked the dress Into the top of the hoots that It might show as little as possible and went out again. It was a long climb to the boule vard ; and tho hoy was heavy. Hut he was very quiet, and a sudden rush of tears almost blinded her as she turned toward the city. How delighted both Jerry and Daddy would he when they spied each other! tlulplng down her tears, she shut out the thought that perhaps some one would catch her breaking the law and clap her In Jail loo. tirnuny Hpe and her toothless smile (lashed before the eyes of her tortured soul. "Ask and It shall he given thee,'' seemed to leap from the vision of old age. "I did ask," Pollyop cried sloud, "hut Old Marc said I cniUjln'tl (To Be Continued.) Bullotln Want Ads bring results try them. XOTH'K OF MIF.HIFF'H K.M.K Ily virtue of nn execution duly Is sued by the Clerk of the Circuit Court of the County of Marlon. State of Oregon, dated the 10th day of April, 1922. In a certain action in tlio Circuit Court for said County and Stale, wherein Carrlo E. Blunt, as plaintiff, recovered judgment against M. 1.. Cray and Ella (iray, defendants, J. I). Rogers and ltosu Itogors, dnfeuilatitH, fur the sum of two hundred fifty und no100 Dol lars, aud costs anil disbursements taxed at eighteen and no100 Dol lars, on tho 2Sth day. of May, 191 S. Notice is hereby given thnt I will on tho 3rd day of June, 1922. nt tho front door of the Court House in Bund, Oregon, Deschutes County, tit 10 o'clock in tho forenoon ot said day. Hell at public auction lo the highest bidder, for cash, the fol lowing described property, to-wlt: Lota 3 and 4 of Block 12, Ken wood Addition lo the City of Bend, taken nnd levied upon ns the prop nrty of the said M. L. 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