The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-10-19

Cherry, going to the train, gave her an April smile, and as she took her seat and the train drew on its way, 1t might indeed meet Peter. but it would only be to tell him that what they had planned was impossible. But on the deck of the Sausalito the soft, lazy autumn day, her heart turned sick, with longing once more. Alix was forgotten, everything was forgotten except Peter. His voice, his little limp she knew so well, came to her thoughts. She thoughtF of her self on the other steamer, only an hour from now, safe in his care. Mar tin forgotten, and all the perpleNties and disappointments of the old life forgotten, in the flood of new secur- ity and joy. Los Angeles-New Or leans-France-it mattered not where the world, and the world them. from
 .So that is to be my life-one of the blamed and ignored women ?'' watching the plunge Of the recedfng water. Like the heroines of half the books-only 1t always seemed so bold and so frightful in books" But thing in all the world. I love Peter, and he loves me, and the earth is big enough to hide us, and that's all there is to 1t. Anyway. right or wrong ing to find herself suddenly serene and confident.
 It was twenty minutes past ten, a warm, sweet morning, with great hur- women climbing to the open seats of the cable cars, pinning on their vto- lets or roses as they climbed. Cherry sped through it all, beside herself now ofr oiT1 Ylv a H. ous to have the great hands of the clock drop more speedily from minute to minute, and so round out the terri ble hour that joined the old life to the the ward the dock of the Los Angeles line, absorbed in her one whirling thought, when somebody touched her arm, and a voice. terrffyingly unex, her, and a hand was laid on her
 In utter confusion she looked up. It was Martin who stopped her.
 Tor a few dreadful seconds a sort of vertigo seized Cherry and she was une ble to collect her thoughts or to speak even the most casual words oI greeting. She had been so ful or her extraordinary errand that she was bewildered, sick at its interruption; her heart thundered, her throat was choked, and her knees shook beneath her. Where was she-what was known
 
 Gasping, trying to smile, she looked up at him, while the ferry place whirled about her and pulses drum med in her ears. She had automat- ically given him her hand. now ne
 Hello, Cherry; where you going?" for the third time.
 'I came into town to shop" she faltered. been tntelhgibIe, and she felt it, with a pang of fright. He must not suspect the steamer was there, only a short a chance word might be fatal-he must not suspect
 I'm shopping." she said distinctly, with dry lips. And she managed to smile.
 We'll Martin said, Surprised to see me?"
 "Oh, Martin" said her fluttered voice. Even in the utter panic of heart and soul she knew that for safety's sake she must find his vanity.
 'Tm going to tell you something that will surprise you." he said. I'm through with the Red Creek people"
 Martini" ChesFy enunciated almost voieeiessiy; She looked locked 190Rad fP0m at fl9I }Se cars, the people-she must not faint. She must not faint.
 "Well-but where are you going? Homer"
 
 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 say?" she said.
 "I asked you when the next boat left for Mill Valley?"
 ''We can-go-find out" Cherry's thoughts were spinning. She must 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 plead the necessity of telephoning 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 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
 "1 think there's a boat at eleven something" she said, collectively. Suppose you go and find out?"
 She glanced toward the entrance of 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.
 "I 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 passerby. torn with the same agony that was tearing her. If you'll go find out the exact time and get tickets, she said, "Ill telephone Alix"
 Tickets" ?" he echoed, with all Mar tins old, maddening slowness, Have n't you got a return ticket?'
 ''I have mileage" she bIundered.
 "Oh. then I'll use your mileageI" Martin said. Telephone" he added, nodding toward a row of booths, mo hurry; we've got piles of time!"
 (Continued Tomorrow
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