The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-06-10
By ANNA
KATHARINE
GREEN
Copyright. 1910.
By Anna Katharine Rohlfs
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my head"
1t was out-the fact for the suppress
sion of which 1 had suffered arres,
without word, because of which Ar
thur had gone even further and sub
mitted to trial with the same con
stancy. Instinctively his eyes and
mine met, and at that moment there
was established between us an under
standing that was in strong contrast
to tho surrounding turmoil, which now
exceeded all limits, as the highly
wrought up spectators realized that
these statements, If corroborated, de
stroyed one Of the strongest points
which had been made by the prosecu
ton. This caused a stay in tha pro
ceedings until order was partially re-
stored, and the judges voice could be
heard in warning that the courtroom
would be cleared Of all spectators if
this break Of decorum was repeated.
Miss Cumberland. will you now give
the jury the full particulars Of that
evenings occurrences as witnessed by
yourself? Begin your relation. IL you
please, with an account Of the last
meal you had together said Mr.. Moi
fat when the trial was resumed.
Carmel hesitated. Her youth-her
conscience, perhaps-shrank in mani
fest distress from this inquisition.
"Ask me a. question" she prayed.
81 do not known how to begin"
very we'll, Who were seated at
the dinner table that night?"
my sister, my brother, Mr.. Rane-
lagh and myself"
did anything uncommon happen
during the meal?'
yes; my sister ordered wine and
had our glasses all filed. She never
drank wine herself. but she had. her
glass filed also. Then she dismissed
Helen, the waitress, and when the girl
was gone she rose and held up her
glass and invited us to do the same.
we will drink to my coming mar
rage said she. but when we had done
this she turned upon Arthur, with
bitter words about his habits, and, de
claring that another bottle of wine
should never be opened again in the
house, Enclosed her fingers and let
her glass drop on the table, where it
broke. Arthur then let his fall and /
mine. We all three let our glasses fall
and break
"And Mr.. Ranelagh?' t-N
HE did not let his fall. He set ii
down on the cloth. He had not drunk
from it,
Clear, perfectly clear, tallying with
what we had heard from other sources.
Miss Cumberland, where were yo;l
looking when you let your glass fall?'
My heart gave bound. 1 remem-
bered that moment well. So did she,
as could be seen from the tremulous
flush and the determination with which
she forced herself to speak.
AT Mr.. Ranelagh," she answered
finally.
Not at your brother?"
"No."
'And at whom was Mr.. Ranelagh
looking?"
"At-at me-"
Not at your sister?'
"No.,
WAS anything said?'
"Not then. With the dropping of the
glasses we all drew back. from the
table and walked toward a little room
where we sometimes sat before 60
ing into the library. Arthur went first,
and Mr.. Ranelagh and followed. AIDE
laide coming last. We've went this
way into the little room and-what
other question do you wish to ask"
she finished, with, burning blush.
Mr.. Moffat was equal to the appeal.
did anything happen? Did Mr..
Ranelagh speak to you or you to him,
or did your sister Adelaide speak?"
''No one spoke. but Mr. Ranelagh put
a little slip of paper into my banda
note. As he did this my brother
looked round. / don't know whether
he saw the note or not, but his eye
caught mine, and may have blushed.
Next moment he vrs looking past me,
and presently he flung himself out of
the room. and 1 heard him going up
s-cirs. Adelaide had joined me by
this time. and Mr.. Ranelagh turned to
speak to her, and-and / went over to-
the bookshelves to read my note"
'tAnd did you read it them
"No; 1 was afraid. 1 waited till Mr..
Ranelagh was
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