eous wrath back of it. He
knew that Ponk's suit with Jerry failed temporarily, and he admired the
little man for his loyal devotion in spite of it.
The Macphersons had completely convinced Jerry of their faith in her,
and in that congenial association she had almost forgotten the incident
of the porch conversation about her. To Ponk's anxious query, "What will
you do?" (nobody ever said "can" to York Macpherson; he always could),
York had replied:
"I shall go straight to Jerry. She will hear it, anyhow, and she has
displayed such a deal of courage so far she'll not wither under this."
"You bet she won't, York, but what will stop it? I mean Stellar Bahrr's
mischief-makin'. She's subtler than the devil himself."
"We'll leave that to Jerry. She may have a way of her own. You never can
tell about Jerry." As he spoke York was turning his papers over in
search of something which he did not find, and he did not look up for a
minute.
"I'll leave the matter to you now," Ponk said. "I have other affairs of
state to engross my attention," and he left the office, muttering as he
strutted across to the garage door.
"Thinks he can pull the wool over my eyes by not lookin' at me. Well,
York wouldn't be the best man on the Sage Brush if he didn't fall in
love with Miss Jerry. She's not only the queen of hearts; she's got the
whole deck, includin' the joker, clear buffaloed."
York was true to his word as to telling Jerry, when the three were on
the porch that evening, what was in the air and on the lips of the "town
tattlers," as he called them. Jerry listened gravely. She was getting
used to things, now, that three months ago would have overwhelmed
her--if she hadn't been Jim Swaim's child. When he had finished and
Laura was about to pour out vials of indignation, Jerry looked up
without a line on her smooth brow, saying:
"Will you go over to Mrs. Bahrr's with me now, York?"
York rose promptly, questioning, nevertheless, the outcome of such an
interview.
Mrs. Bahrr had just followed her corkscrew way up to the side gate of
the Macpherson home as the two left the porch, when she heard Jerry call
back to Laura:
"If we find Mrs. Bahrr at home we won't be gone long."
"And if you don't?" Laura asked.
The answer was lost, for Mrs. Bahrr turned and fled across lots, by
alley gate and side walk-way and vacant yard, to her own rear door. One
of Mrs. Bahrr's strong points was that of being more ready than her
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