Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1935-08-09

quite tOneleSS, yet QulVerlnS' DIG
said that she had slipped; she
shouldn't have used the singular"
"Cara-!" Peter sprang forward,
"Don't jump to conclusions"
With low sob the supple white fig
ure turned and tried to go out but
Major Moore's sturdy arm had barred
the way.
Gust a minute, Miss Cavenal," he
mumbled in sudden contrition. BE
fore you go, let's get this straight"
"Let me out!" stormed Cara, hurting
herself furiously against his restrain
ing arm. Peter, utterly aghast, gain
ed the door, closely followed by Mis-
tress Myland on whose sharp features
and painted lips was an enigmatic
smile.
"I'm SORRY" Major Moore firmly
shook his head, "but I'll not let you
go thinking Peter wasn't playing the
game. l know Peter Houghton-he
-"
Cara stiffened, surprisingly lovely
in her wrath. Really, Major, I don't
care to listen. I could see with my
own eyes"
Then Kitty Myland cut in with cold
incisive tones. you'd better listen,
she warned, "Bill Moore's trying to
tell you the truth. I confess-it was
all put-up job"
eyes, yes" eagerly added the big
man in the doorway. otis all silly
prank of Kitty's."
Peter tried to take Cara's hand, but
she wrenched it viciously away. II
suppose you're going to tell me it's a
joke, tool" she snapped, her small
features hard as though basilisk's
glare had converted them to Parian
marble.
"Why yes, dear. 1t was all joke"
"Liarw Cara's tone was as bitter
and cutting as an Arctic gale and her
small fists clenched spasmodically.
"You poor cheap liar, trying to insult
my intelligence"
The cold white moonlight lit the fur
ious girls face to betray there an eX-
preston which puzzled the anguished
Peter not little. With every twist
and turn of her moods was something
new and battling. Suddenly he made
a singular, disquieting discovery!
Cara's rage was not genuine! Even
while she simulated wrathful Sob
bling, he could tell that she was think
ing deeply. On the verge of dread
full fear he decided upon last appeal.
"Cara" he cried, while the whole
shadowy stable seemed to fall in,
crushing him beneath an overwhelm-
ing weight. Cara, you're mistaken.
I'm telling the truth! | came out to
look at Kitty's horse"
Bah! That's a poor lie." The
words were fairly spat out through
twisting, carn1ine lips. ''Think up a
better one-take plenty of time, I'll
have to listen since your friend, Major
Moore, so gallantly refuses to let me
by"
Ignoring the interruption, Peter
FASTENED on: But, haven't you just
heard Bill tell you that it was a
prank? Hasn't Kitty admitted it?"
"Your friends are foolishly loyal
| can't see why-!"
All +broo simultaneously canop tO
the realization that Cara was goading
herself into a. passion. The truths
of the situation were so obvious that
her blind ignoring of them was ines
capable.
Cara, darling" The moonlit
stable seemed strangely suffocating
as Peter held out his hand.
quick. breathless voice. She made
quick, berathless voice. She made
sudden motion with her right hand
and something flashed across the
stable like tiny star to fall into the
drain of a stall. "Cara!" A world
of agony was in the big mans voice.
All four, even Cara standing small
beside Major Moore's dark bulk, gasp
ed as the cleaning jewel slowly sank
from sight.
Then, with queer, breathless sob,
the girl in white whirled and darted
out with poor, contrite Bill Moore
hurrying after her. Kitty breathless-
ly regarded Peter who stood staring
blankly at that spot where his en-
gagement ring had vanished, she
heard the knuckles of his fists crackle
softly by his sides, so tightly did he
clench them.
ooh, Pm sorry, Peter" she cried
earnestly. "I-I-but there is some