Evening star., 1925-02-22
The Brides of Tarabora
A Big Discovery Created Unusual Excitement in Town
By Beatrice Grirnshaw

| coming out. must see her. Don't
| hold me or I'll kill you.
''Married's married; you can't take
her away from her husband. What
| do you suppose I'd have done to any
one who tried to take AL from me?"
The younger man stopped dead,
| his feet in a drift of fallen orange
| flowers.
II never thought of that" he
breathed.
"Of what?"
Taking Alice
"oh, look here. you've got a touch
of the sun. Let me bring you into
the hotel You're not fit to be out.
There they come; don't"
I'm going to speak to her"
u x X
THE fierce squalls of best Patna
and third grade coolie that dis
tinguished all the weddings of Tara
| bora had begun to blow in earnest
the ground was white with rice;
bride and bridegroom were lodging
and STOPPING. spectators so busy that
no one-at first-had any attention
| to spare. But in a minute or two 1t
became clear that something beyond
| the usual wedding turmoil was afoot
people stood clear, dropped their
half -emptied bags of rice and con-
fetti and stared. Reddings great
motor, in charge of a coolie chauf-
feur, stood waiting underneath an
| arch of palms. The bride was draw
ing her long cloak about her before
mounting into the car. Redding
stood close behind. His shoulder
was toward Cameron: 1t was i'm
| possible to tell whether he saw any,
thing or not.
Get in, my dear, get in," he said
to the bride, putting his hand under
her elbow. Hurry: this crowd is
! enough to make you faint" He
grinned beneath his moustache
Always gets his fancies in the
end whispered some mocking devil
In Charlie Cameron's ear.
Charles young brown fingers clos
ed suddenly over the veiny hand of
the G. NJ, and tossed IL from Con-
suelo's arm. 1 think, in that second,
she knew all-before she had time
to turn from the step of the car and
see her lovers face glowing close
to hers; before his cry of "ConsueIo"
reached her ear.
'Charlie!" she said, as if she had
Just been waiting for him to come.
Then she seemed to remember, and
drew back. with a chilling stare
oh, it's Mr.. Cameron. 1 don't
know why you came back to Tara
bora. VIII you please stand out of
the way and let me get in?" she
asked.
Yes, Cameron, what do you mean
by it?" demanded the G. Must 10
seconds too late to save his credit
among the riders of the canefields
They did not much care for him and
| they did like Charlie Cameron more
| than little, but no one would have
lifted finger had the G. NJ. knocked
the disturber of his happiness into
| the roadside drain. In fact, they
would have viewed the act with
strong approval. 1t was what a
man ought to do.
Instead. the G. NJ cursed and
backed off from Cameron The ac-
tlon might have been meant to draw
Consuelo away he certainly had
placed his hand on her arm again
the other arm: Charlie still kept his
hold-but ii was not so interpreted.
A low, mockiIg murmur ran through
the ranks of the crowd. 1t came
| from the men: the women were gap
Ing and crying: some because they
pitied Consuelo. but most because
they were angered at the slight put
on that hero of Tarabora's woman
| kind, the dignifed, splendid general
manager. How could a mere over
| seer dare?
Consuelo spoke their thought.
II don't know how you dare" ASe
said. please take your hand away.
Mr.. Redding and l want to start"
You aren't going to start, Con-
suelo," was Cameron's reply, given
with a curious, quiet surety that
puzzled the watching Garland. What
| was at the bottom of this?
IF you make any more disturbance
| I'll have the police remove you.
Cameron" fused Redding, in his
G.. NJ voice.
'I must speak to Consuelo."
Mrs. Redding doesn't wish to be
| troubled"
THE G. NJ. put his foot on the step.
Consuelo had taken her seat. She
leaned out over the side of the car.
You can-you can say what you
have to say before my husband; she
| spoke somewhat unsteadily.
1--WE two things to say" stated
Cameron. He was very quiet now,
| but If one looked at his eyes
Zone is this. 1 wrote to you,
| teIegraphed to you. You didn't get
my letters or viii es. Did you write
| to me?'
~Yes," Consuelo's lips were not
| red now, but the color of a pale kid
glove.
Redding had taken his seat now.
Cameron kept his hand on the door
'I think you had better stand
| back said the general manager
| my dear-I don't want to reprove
you exactly, but is this the place or
| the time-Tm sure you will see
Let's get on, and you can talk to this
young man, IL you wish, on another
occasion. Mrs. Garland''-to Jim q