Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1935-09-13

pale features with a shade less of re-
sentiment, "Sorry" he muttered, I for
got-Ill live up to the bargain"
"Oh, it's all right. But I think
won't ride" she decided suddenly, a.
l don't feel up to it-you see / didn't
sleep well last night"
The expression on the big engineers
face softened. "I'm sorry to hear
that Helena. Is there anything can
do? Do you want me to stay in with
you?"
"No," she cried hastily. "Please
don't. Please go and ride-try to for
get this whole dreadful affair for a
few hours"
She hurried away, long booted legs
carrying her quickly back to the club
house while Peter, deep in thought,
continued to the stables. There, he
encountered Martin James in the act
of buckling hunting kit to the sad
die of gigantic Irish hunter, rearing
and curvetting in mad impotence to
be away. His blood-shot eyes shifting
nervously, James came forward.
81 hope" he began, "you understand
about"
81 do understand" cut in Peter
swiftly. "The one thing I won't for
give is your talking about it. You've
caused me a lot of sorrow and I advise
you to keep away from me Or" he
closed his fists swiftly-"well, Pm a
bit quick-tempered these days."
Dull fires cleaned beneath the 9TH
er's swollen eyelids, which were as
red as his loose mouth, twisted into a
singularly unpleasant expression.
GAIL right" James grated, turning
to his saddle once more. 81 wish you
joy of the Patuxent contract-if you
get it. You'll go crazy with that one
horse company of yours. Outside of
yours, there's not brain in it, and
you can't do everything"
Disdaining to reply, Peter turned
his heel and stalked off to presently
claim Goldenrod from the groom. At
ter mounting he found his anger swift
ly lost in the joy of being in the sad
die once more. He suddenly seemed
relieved, eased of all the dissappoint-
and sorrow of the last two
days. AS the big golden bay danced
lightly across the yard, Peter even
bar or two of a rollicking
hunting song, quite unconscious that
in the lee of the corrals Helena Mer-
win stood watching him with yearn-
ing, pain-filled eyes.
Just outside the clubhouse, the field,
perhaps twenty-five or
thirty, held in their mounts to allow
The hounds-following the Master and
Huntsmen-to move off. When the
pack had disappeared, the field COM
menced to ride off by twos and threes.
"a big field, Joe," commented a.
sparrow-like groom. "These United
Meets is heap too big I'm thinkin.'
In crowds like this there must always
De some fools"
ooh, I dunno, 1 guess they're all
pretty good riders" replied the man
10y, idly swinging a spare stirrup
Gather from horny fist.
eyes, but it's in the coverts, all
hose numbers count. All says isl
hope the little red rascal don't break
through Llewelyn's Gap. If he does
mark my words, Joe,-there'll be a
couple of broken necks in Rennert's
Vengeance today" The groom frown- ,
I'd. "With all them bosses, some
oody's like to get pushed over less
.hey're mighty careful"
The conversation was interrupted by i
4 belated huntsman's appearance from
Just around the corner where stood
Helena listening with rising uneasi- !
ness to the chatting of the groom.
With sense of indefensible apprehen- !
sion she recognized the rider. 1t was
Martin James.
Weary and family uneasy, the girl
on dragging feet to the de-
serted club house and, in the abyss of !
complete wretchedness, sank to a
Ieather-covered couch, her long black
booted legs thrust out before her. Her
aching eyes fell closed then opened as
fro,,, tho d9tonoo oopoo thot infinite I9y /
beautiful note of the Huntsman's
horn and the even fainter shout: "Gone
above the excited baying
of the hounds as they tore off after
the startled fox.
Although Helena tried to occupy her
self with a rack of magazines at her
elbow, two thoughts kept recurring.
First, the gloomy conversation of the