The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-09
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victfOn Of the tro,Aer whom she Wa
supposedly there to save.
Tortured by this fear, I awaited
events in indescribable agitation.
The cool voice Of Mr. Moffat broke
| in upon my gloom. Carmel had reseat
ed herself after taking the oath, and
the customary question could be heard
"Your name, if you please"
Carmel Cumberland"
do you recognize the prisoner, Miss
| Cumberland?'
Eyes; he sis my brother"
| A thrill ran through the room. The
lingering tone, the tender accent, told
Some of the feeling she thus expressed
seemed to pass into every heart which
contemplated the two. From this mo-
| ment on he was looked upon with less
harshness. People showed a DISPOSE
| ton to discern innocence where per
haps they had secretly desired until
now to discover guilt.
| "Miss Cumberland, will you be good
enough to tell us where you were at
of your sisters death?"
| was III the CluDQOuSo-ln Tie HOUSE
you call the Whispering Pines"
At this astounding reply, unexpected
| by every one present save myself and
the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, sea-
soned with amazement, marked every
| countenance. Carmel Cumberland in
the clubhouse that night-she who had
been found at late hour in her own
was not to be believed, or it would not
have been if Arthur, with less self
| control than he had hitherto main
| tanned, had not shown by his morose
air and the silent dropping of his head
| that he accepted this statement, wild
! and improbable as it seemed. Mr.. Fox
started to rise at her words; but, noting
| the prisoners attitude, he hastily re
seated himself, realizing, perhaps,
that evidence of which he had never
| dreamed lay ct the bottom of the
clients manner and the counsels com
placency.
| Mr.. Moffat, who saw everything,
smiled slightly as he spoke encourag-
| ingly to his witness and propounded
his next question:
"Miss Cumberland, was Jour sister
with you when you went to the club
house?"
"No; we went separately"
"How? Will you explainw
81 drove there. I don't know how
Adelaide WENT
"You drove there?"
bod rxr,y1r barna-S r1y, hic
horse for me, and drove there"
A moment of silence, then a slow
Awakening on the part of judge, jury
and prosecution to the fact that the
| case was taking turn for which they
were ill prepared. To Mr.. Moffat 1t
| was a. moment of intense self con-
graduation, and something of the
qualification he felt crept into his
voice as he said:
"Miss Cumberland, will you describe
this horse?'
at was a gray horse. 1t has a large
black spot on its left shoulder"
'To what vehicle was it attached?"
ITO a cutter-my brothers cutter"
"Was that brother with you? Did he
accompany you in your ride to the
Whispering Pines?"
mo. I went quite alone"
Enhancement had now seized upon
every mind. Even if her testimony
| were not true, but merely the wander
ings of a mind not fully restored, the
| interest of it was intense.
"And how did you return? With
| whom and by what means did you re-
gain your own house?'
The answer came with simple direct
ness:
"In the same way 1 went. I drove
back in my brothers cutter, and, being
all alone, just as before, l put the
horse away myself and went into my
| empty home and up to Adelaide's room,
| where lost consciousness
Miss Cumberland, do you often ride
out alone on nights like that?''
81 never did before. I would not
| have dared to do it then if 1 had not
taken a certain precaution."
"And What was this precaution?'
CTo Be Continued)