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About The Bend bulletin. (Bend, Deschutes County, Or.) 1917-1963 | View Entire Issue (June 10, 1922)
THE BEND DlXIJiTIN. DAILY EDITION, 11END, OIUOOON. HATl'ltDAV, JI NK 10, 102a. TAOB fStomCbuntrF Polly us i. 1 jS i race Miller White : no. - -. ...ii.i i i ..I Tolly's volee trailed Into silence; and Larry gent one hasty look over her liend. The wraith smiled sadly tit him nnil was gone, lift shook himself ami striiRgled to Ills foot. Then a broad, wicked Kriu spread his lips apart, uiul he laughed aloud. l'ollyop, still on the floor, laughed, loo, hysterical sobs catching at her throat, and a desire to scream forcing her hands to her mouth. Such awful sounds were un usual In the Silent City, where even honest mirth was no leaser heard he cause the men and women scarcely dared breathe for fear an enemy from Ithnca would suddenly appear. "Glory he to God !" ejaculated the Ulan, hoarsely, "that's the how of It, brat I It'll ! a whack for my dead woman, an' " "An' a Rood whack for the Hopkins tribe, too," cried roily, scrambling up. f'm rtTSSi (1 VTA 11 She Turned to the Door but Halted With Her Hand on the Latch. "Ml be a black Thanksgiving for Old Marc, huh, Larry? I'm goin' back borne now." r She turned to the door, but halted with her hand on the latch. "You promised I could do It, Larry," Bhe reminded him. "You'll tell Lye Braegcr that, too, won't you?" Sinking limply into his chair, Iiishop .wiped his wet Hps. "Yep, lass." he assented with a groan. "You can turn the trick ; I promise you that." If Jeremiah Hopkins had seen his girl, his I'olly of the Sun, when she went home that night, he would not have recognized her. Her face was crafty, pitiless, and as white as the Bnow under her feet. Then she waited stoically day after tlay. feeding the hilly goat hut absent- mindedly, asking no questions of Larry or Lye Brueger how soon her Idea could be carried out. She believed that they would leave no stone un turned to even up with Marcus Mac Kenzie. Early one evening Larry Bishop burst Into the Hopkins hut without the formality of a knock. He looked years older than he had but yesterday ; and Pollyup got up, locking and Interlock ing her lingers. ' "Well?" she asked from between chattering teeth. "It's done, by God !" he hissed, al most strangling behind a shaking hand. "It were most awful, I'olly. If I'd stuck a hog in the gizzard, the squeal In' couldn't 'u' been worser." ' The speaker's tones, his half-bent fig ure, his shifty glances, brought a grunt from the girl. "An' you're gettln' sorry by the min ute, Larry Bishop, I can see that," she returned, giving him a smart rap. "Stand up, Larry man. Once " A sudden rush of emotion thrust Into her throat such an ache that for several seconds she was tinahle to conclude. "Once," she repented, after clearing awny the liuskiness with a hacking Cough, "I thought love were the great est thing In the world, lint It ain't, Lorry Bishop, It ain't I" Bishop fidgeted with his cap, turning It around and around ty Its brim, When he looked up, the burning glow had died from the depths of his eyes. "It's a sickcnln' tiling to see n worn, an suffer thul bad," he muttered. "God brat I Nope I Don't say nothln' till I tell you what me tin' Lye did !" At the memory of It. the speaker Wiped drops of sweat from his face. "She bellered about lovln' her ma, droned Bishop, "an the nay she hoi lered In my hut for her man was some thing srand'lous." "Like your Betty died a-howlln' for you, I s'poso, Larry," came hack the girl promptly. An I been tmiiKin all day how Granny Hope tucked youi B.I UJ fi I dead brat alongside his mummy lu the cvltln. Some awful tlilnkin', I.ar :irry linn I" The squulter's sudden gruyness and swallowing hard as if something had stuck 111 his windpipe was the only evi dence he nave that he hud heard the cruel wolds. "We got 'or jnst after dark." he con tinued, woefully. "She's been tied up lu my shack ever since." "Good 'noiigli for Vrl" sasped Tolly, tensely, roliluc her hands lu her apron. "An' she yelled so hard yon could've heard her near to Ithaca. Poll." moaned Larry. "Me nn' I.ye gauged 'or." "Holy smut '" fell from Pollyop. at the picture his words had made burned Itself across her mind. "Her man's been cone nil day to Cortland." continued the squatter In u monotone. "I.ye found out Old Miss Itohcrtson's been tryln' to reach hold of hlui." "Hope she don't!" Interjected I'olly. "Not till we get done with his woman. Are you goiu' to tote her over here?" The man nodded. "Don't dare to till later, when the squatters Is In bed," he answered, shipping on his cap. "If If you change your mind. Poll, come along over; an' I'll cut 'er loose uu' let 'er go." A harsh sound, something ll!;e a chuckle of malicious satisfaction, slipped through Polly's lips and stopped the man at the door. "That ain't no ways likely, Larry," she said huskily. 'Tiring 'er here, an' when I'm done with her, she'll have to be took." She caught Bishop by the arm, whirling him around. "An" listen, Larry," she continued with cruel emphasis, "an' all the time keep rememherin' how Betty walled her life Into the grave, an' an' that Old Marc done it." Overcome by the words she had thrown at him so deliberately, Bishop flung away, and the girl, quaking at what was about to happen, heard him running along the shore toward his shack. It seemed to Polly Hopkins that every minute was an hour long, and every second filled with Intolerable anxiety. Would the soft-hearted Larry repent and surrender the prize she longed to get her fingers on? In extreme nervousness she went from one thing to another, never fin ishing what she began. She paced the hut floor until she was dripping wet with apprehenslveness. She had no means of knowing when I.ye mid Larry would come; so she dared not stir from the shack. Many times she shoved aside the window blind and looked out. But the world outside was wrapped in a white silence. She could not even glimpse the peaked roof of a fisher man's hut, for between her and the Silent City was a flowing curtnln of snow, the flakes falling like feathers from an open bag. Larry would keep his word, she told herself over and over. She was glad It was such a night ! The better could the squatters carry out their death plan. Unnoticed by the girl, the wood burned to embers in the stove, and the hut grew colder by degrees. In one of her half hours of measuring the shanty's length, she halted, breathing on her frost-bitten fingers. She drew about her shoulders the blanket which had covered Wee Jerry In his hut days. Her mind brought bnck to the baby away off In some unknown place, she cried weakly as she replenished the fire. Had the wicked ones of the earth made Jerry forget Daddy Hop kins who up In Auburn was Ignorant of his whereabouts? Many times I'olly had taken up her pencil to write him of the child, but it always dropped from her lingers before It reached the paper. Daddy could not do anything; and she would not add to his heavy burden. She was at the stove, her cold, stiff fingers spread over It, when the sound of footsteps outside sent her headlong to the door. Appallingly terrified, she dragged It open. Then, In deadening silence, Lye Brueger and Larry Bishop carried a nr;e bundle through the doorway and threw It down on Polly's bed. Heavy-lidded, the girl gazed upon It, her eyes widening In Joy, Joy nt the thought of Old Mare's misery; Joy al the thought of getting even. The frightful emotion that surged through her bore relation only by contrast to the delights of a few months hack, when her willing legs had trotted the country over to help every one thnt needed her. It wasn't the same I'olly at nil. This Polly lifted her foot mid kicked the bundle none too lightly. "We had a h I of a time gcltln' 'er here, Poll," growled Lye Brueger. "Otiislde ll's like If a million crazy devils was linwlln' over the hills. But "(, .rni."i t 121. tin giii-; Now do what you like with 'er, brat!" White teeth gleamed through the maniacal smile that purled the girl's lips. At last I She had not lived through Interuilniihle days for noth ing! "Scoot out, you!" she ordered, war lug her hand at them, "an' keep a watch about till I get done!" Brueger made for the door as If anxious to be gone; hut Larry Bishop held to the spot where he stood. "She's a woman, I'olly Hopkins," he muttered, his eyes turning from the rot to the rigid girl, "If she Is Old Stare's wife, lie's home loo, so Lye says !" "What do I care where the pup Is?" she thrust In vehemently. "'Course she's a woman I So be I ; an' so were your dead Betsy." Then she stamped her foot tem pestuously. "Get out of here an' watch for Mae Keiude nn' his folks," she snapped. "It's about time he were sloruiln' the Silent City. I'm tbhikln'." lioiilily she shoved the men out Into the blizzard and closed the door. Then she stood with her hack to It, deep sobs racking her body. Now as she had almost died, and Wee Jerry too, so would Marcus Mac Kenzie. The vicious hope that she could see him writhe lu his grief took possession of her. Dlstraughtly she placed the bar across the door, making sure It was locked. Then, creeping to the cot, she gazed down at the wet bundle. There, where she had helped Oscar Bennett over dark rough places Into the light of Ktornlty. lay the dearest dear of her bitterest enemy. She uttered an exclamation when she saw a lifting shudder go over the thing on the bed. A smile flitted across her face, and her hands came together convulsively. Slowly she knelt down and un wrapped the thick blanket; and Kve lyn MacKenzie was staring out ut her, dull eyed and terrified. A dark rag completely filled her mouth ; and I'olly grinned at her. "Do you know what squatters do to chickens they swipe from you rich folks?" she asked huskily. Although she could not speak, Kve lyn heard and understood. She closed her eyes, her face going drabber In the tllckerlng light, but nt a sound the weary lids Hew open ngaiti. Polly had stepped to the wood-box and was picking uu the ax. She "This," Was All She Said, Tappino the Handle. brought It forward, and smiling the same sinister smile, showed It to the pallid girl. "This," was all she said, tapping the handle. Evelyn struggled ; and Polly laughed, a wicked laugh, no more like the ripple which Duddy Hopkins had loved to hear than the bark of a wolf Is like the lark's morning song. Tears rose Into Evelyn's eyes and rolled down her cheeks. The smile faded slowly from Polly's face. Ever had excruciating agony tou-hed her; like a sunbeam through a rift In s storm cloud, the old I'olly leaned up to take heed of another's hurt. This feel ing she crushed down; but she put the ux on the floor und squatted beside the bed. Scarcely had she done this before a loud knock cume on the door. She threw the blankets over Evelyn and went swiftly forward and lifted the bar. Larry Bishop thrust the upper half of his body Into the room. "Old Mnre an' his gang are In the Silent Glty lookln' for his woman," he whispered hoarsely. "Where's Lye?" came in a hiss from the squatter girl. "Off up the road watching," returned Iiishop. "What d you do to er, brat?' "Come lu," suld I'olly, in an under tone, grasping the end of his scarf und pulling him through the doorwny, "an' If MacKenzie comes here, yiippln' for his woman, laugh ut 111 m laugh, un' laugh till your sides split, Lurry." She closed the door, pushed Bishop Into a chair, and then deliberately crawled Into bed beside Evelyn. Upon the inert figure of the bound girl she plied two pillows. Then she and Larry waited, scarcely breathing, until voices seemed to come through the clnpbourds from every di rection. A rush of feet brought Bishop bolt upright. "Keep net tin'," breathed Pollyop. "They'll be sloppln' here fust enough I" Of a sudden the door burst open, and Marcus MacKenzie, covered wllh snow, entered. Willi him were two of his neighbors mid several squatters. Polly enjoyed n glimpse of Old Marc's agouixed face ; then she grinned lit 111 in. "What's the mutter, mister?" she asked, showing an expanse of even white teeth, "What do you mean by bust In' Into my house like this, sir?" MucKeuzle threw n glance from the girl to the squatter In" the chair, "My wife's gone!" he cried In des peration. "11 " "So? Now Is she?" broke In Polly, smiling wider. "You don't sny I Well, golly met That's too bad. Some other feller run off with 'er mebbe!" And when she saw him trying to muster his emotion, forcing back the heavy groans that Interfered with his efforts to answer, she laughed. Never before had she been reckless III Ills presence. She knew this was one time Marcus MucKeuzle did not want to tight. He needed the help of the squat ters to search the Sturm country for his wife his bride, the very apple of his eye. lie did not look at all like the Hindi-lug-eyed enemy of her people. All at once he had changed from a cyulciil, handsome man of the world to a plead ing, pale-faced husband. Just then the wind shook the shanty violently; ami over his big frame passed shudder after shudder. "She's been gone, oh God, I don't know how long," he groaned aloud, Ihe haggard expression deepening In the lines about his mouth lis he spoke, "I'll give I'll give more money than any of you ever saw" lie Hung around mi HMiop and thrust out uu Importunate baud. Larry had been watching him cov ertly, in moody silence. When Marcus addressed hlni directly, he threw hack his head and let out loud malevolent sounds more like the howls of hyenas than the laugh of a human being ; and I'olly Hopkins Joined In iii'nlu, too, dreadful sounds that made her thin, lovely face look old. "This Is a queer place to come for your woman," she taunted MaeKenr.le. "To n squatter's shack, huh? 1 didn't know before that rich women came to the Silent City, least of nil, yoiirn." MucKeuzle took u step toward her. "Oil. I was sure she wasn't here," he thrust 111 eagerly. "Hut I want help the aid of every one of you. Money," he cried again, convulsively. "Money, do you hear? Money, 1 said " Polly was witnessing Just the picture that she had been holding ill her mind's eye for many days. "Money can't buy everything, mis ter," she Jeered nt lilm. "Mehhe your woman's In the snow. Tomorrow's Thunksglvln' duy. Mebbe you'll miss 'er If she ain't home with you. Seoul out of here. Don't lie laggln', Old Marc, or she might freeze to death somewhere. It's a hud night. The last statement, true to every word, brought a deep soli from Mue- Kenzle's throat. It was Immediately followed by more of the bitter laugh ter. So changed was Polly of the Silent City that the gaping squatters who did not know what was going to happen wondered nt her. They knew her no longer as Polly, the love-lass, or as Polly of the Sun. A low rumble sounded lu the girl s throat. She coughed, then lluug out: 'I suld, 'It's a bad night I' Scoot out, mister, an' look for your d n Illy- llvered woman soinewheres else." Uttering an oath, MacKenzie fled, followed by bis companions, leaving Larry Bishop staring ut the pale squut ter girl. (To Bo Continued.) AMERICANS FIGURE IN GERMAN PLAYS Uly Unil-cl I'rcaa loTh Bend Bulletin.) BERLIN, June 10. The Qorman opera poets are turning more and more toward America for now Ideas. A new play, much applauded, Is "Inn of Love." The main figure is an American, hunting for liquor. The German press and the man nn the street seem to think that Is the chief occupation of the American these days, when he is not scheming to rob some more or less Innocent foreigner. Bulletin Want Ads bring results try them NOTICE OK 811 Kill IT'S HALE In the Circuit Court of the State of Oregon for Deschutes County. Mrs. M. J. Brandon, Plaintiff, vs. Edmund Brandon and J. A. Elliott, Defendants. By virtue of an execution, Judg ment order and decree and order of sale issued out of the above-entitled Court in the above-entitled cause to me directed, and dated the 3rd day of Juno, 1922, upon a Judgment nntl decroo made and entered on the 31st day of May, 1922, In favor of the plaintiff, In the sum of $5,000.00 with Intorost thereon at the rato of eight per cent per annum from and after June 1H, 1921, for the further sum of $G00.00 attornoy's fno, and for costs and disbursements taxed and allowed in the sum of $21.50, and the costs on and upon said writ, commanding me to make sale of the following described real property situate, lying and being In Bentl, Deschutes County, Orogon, and par ticularly described as follows, to-wlt: Lot 10 of Block 5 of Mill Adtll Hon to Bond, Oregon, according to the duly recorded map and plat thereof on file and of record in Iho olllce of tliu County Clink In anil (or PcseliutoH County, Oregon, and iilso Lot 23 In Block 15, mid Lot .1 lu Block III, nil In Park Addition to Bond, Oregon, according to the duly recorded map mid plat (hereof on lllu and of record 111 I lie olllco nt Iho County Clerk in mid for Des chutes County, Oregon, and also an undivided two-thlrda Interest in mid to the leal property described na follows: Beginning at a point lu Ihe south line of Greenwood Avenue lu Lot I of Block 111 of Bond, accord lug to Iho olllelal plat thereof on file and of record lu Iho olllco of the County Clerk III and for Des chutes County, Oregon, which point Is 8U.60 (eot eiiHl of the northwest corner of said Lot 1 of suld Block 13, thence east along the south lino of Greenwood Avenue 11.1.1 3 fool; ttiouro south lis- :t;i' :in- went ki:i feel; thence north fi I " tl' ;it" weal til) feet; tlionco north IIS 47' oust lit ID feet to Ihe place of beginning. 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