The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1921-10-10

given him her hand; now he kissed
her.
-HeIIo, Cherry; where you goingI"
for the third time.
81 came into town to shop" she
faltered-
~You what?" She had not really
been ineligible, and she felt it, with
a pang OF fright. He must not suspect
the steamer was there, only a short
block away; Peter might pass them;
q chance word might be fatal-he must
not suspect
"Pm shoppingI" she said distinctly,
with dry lips. And she managed to
smile.
"weIl," Martin said, surprised to
see meT
"Oh, Martin" said her auttered
voice. Even in the utter panic of
heart and soul she knew that for
safety's sake she must find his vanity.
I'm going to tell you something
that will surprise you," he said. I'm
through with the Red Greek people !"
Martini" Cherry enunciated almost
voicelessly. She looked from flower
vendor to a newsboy, looked at the
cars, the people-she must not faint.
She must not faint.
"well-but where are you going?
Homer
81 was going to the dentist a min
ute, but it's not important" They
had turned and were walking across
TO the ferry. She knew that there was
no way In which she might escape
him. what did you sayf" she said.
81 asked you when the next boat
left for MIL ValleyT
1--WE can-go-fnd out" Cherry's
thoughts were spinning. She must
warn Peter somehow. II was twenty
minutes of eleven by the ferry clock.
Twenty minutes of eleven. In twenty
minutes the boat would sail. She
thought desperately of the women's
waiting room upstairs; she might
plead the necessity of teiephoning
from 1t. But it had but one door, and
Martin would wait at that door.
Suddenly she realized that her only
hope Of warning Peter was to send
a messenger But If Martin should
chance to connect her neighborhood
with the boat, when he met her, and
her sending of a message to Peter
here
"I think there's a boat at eleven
something" she said, collectively.
Suppose you go and find outT'
She glanced toward the entrance
of the Sausalito waiting-room, hun
dred yards away, and a mad hope
leaped in her heart If he turned his
back on her
what are you going to do?" he
asked, somewhat surprised.
81 ought to telephone Alix!" Her
despair lent her wit. If he went to
the ticket Office, and she into a tele'
phone booth, she might escape him
yet! While he dawdled here, minutes
were flying, and Peter was watching
every car and every passer-by, tori
with the same agony that was tearing
her ''If you'll go find out the exact
time and get tickets" she said, "Pl
telephone Alix."
"Tickets?" he echoed, with all Mar
! tins old, maddening, slOwness
Haven't you got q return ticket"
II have mileageI" she Numbered.
"Oh, then I'll use your mileage F!
Martin said. Telephone" he added
nodding toward q row of booths. me
hurry; we've got piles Of time"
| She remembered that he liked {
| masculine assumption of easines'
where all trains, tickets, railroad con
nections, and transit business of an!
sort were concerned. He liked to lOl
ter deliberately while other peopl
J were running, liked to pull out hi
big watch and assure her that they hat
all the time in the world. She trie
to call a number, left the booth, pai'
staring girl. and rejOined him.
Busy she reported.
II was just thinking" Martin said
that we might stay in town and g
to the Orpheum; how about It'll ID
we have to have Peter and AIixF"
Cherry flushed, angered again, i
the aforementioned way, under a
her fright and stir. Her voice ha
It's old bored note.
"Well, Martin, I've been their CUES
for two months!"
| I'D just as soon have themi" Ma
tin conceded, indifferently.
But the diverted thought had helpe
Cherry, irritation had nerved her, an
the reminder of Martins old, tryin
stupidities had lessened her fear {
him.
1--WE got to send a telegram-fC
Alix," she said.
What about?" he asked, less cur
Gus than Inbred.
"Goodby to some people who al
saIlingi" Cherry answered, calml
'Only don't mention it to Alix, becaus
promised 1t would go earlier!' 81
added.
Il saw the office back here" he to-
her. They went to it together, al
he was within five feet of her viii
she scrubbed her note.
Martin met me. Nothing wron
We are returning to Mill Valley.
L." She glanced at her husband;