The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-28

 in low tones together. "Yes, Herr Trubner," said Signore Ricordo, 'I look forward towards an interesting evening on Friday CHAPTER XXI. A Game of Golf-A Game of Life. 'I wish I hadn't come here. Pur- vis.' -.
 ''why 'not?"
 well, you know how feel"
 Purvis shrugged his shoulders.
 "Your mistake can easily be rem edied, Sprague. You have only to take the train from Vale Linden sta ton, and then you can go to Ilfra- combe or Westward Ho, or, for that matter, return to London"
 "Yes, know; and I know, too, that it was through me you came down here. All the same, I feel Jolly mean. Do you know. although that letter meant the smashing up of the engagement, and thus saving her life from ruin, she has never acknowledged it, and, for that mat ter, has never spoken to me since. Not that expected gratitude. at least for a time, but after six years-
 "You know we both left for a long sojourn abroad, directly we knew that the bubble had burst"
 "Yes, I know; still. did think that our of pure gratitude she might have"
 She's not that sort, Sprague. Fol low my example, and think no more about her. Hang it, we are not chil- dren; and she's not the only woman in the world. She gave us both our conge; let us take it graciously, and enjoy our golf"
 'I wish I could forget her. old man; but can't. I don't feel com fortable. For all these six years I've never forgotten her, and when Lei cester made an end of himself, said to myself, In two or three years time she'll feel so grateful to me that We'll, you know what l thought. But she's never recognized me in any way. Other people we know have been invited to Vale Lin den, but I've, never been one of the lucky ones. That was why urged you to come with me to this place | of hers. It meant having chance of seeing her, and I hoped that she | would feel kindly towards me-"
 well, she may. Who knows?"
 -I wonder how she feels aboul Leicester now?"
 Most likely she's forgotten him. '
 Hardly"
 'Why not?"
 well. you see, she's married nc one else"
 l "I make nothing of that. Besides | if she really loved him, do you think she'd have thrown him over?" Yes said Sprague. after a mo- ment's hesitation.
 How do you make it out ?" "No woman with such pride as II Olive has could have married him after the. letter wrote. presented a strong case. man. You see. Lei | cester gave himself away so com. p1etely, that had only to quote his exact words to prove-wel, exactly what I wanted to prove. At any l rate; she did throw him over" ! Do you think Leicester really I cared for herr"
 Heaven only knows. It was i'm. possible for any one to tell exactly what he felt. At. any rate, he went the whole hog afterwards, and ther killed himself. Do you know, al. though the fellows end was so ter. ribly sad, heaved sigh of reliei when saw the report in the news. 1 papers? If he'd lived-well, I don't like to think what would have hap. pened to either of us. You know that terrible look in his eyes wheI he threatened us.''
 | "Yes, but, after all, what could he ao?"
 There's no knowing what a fei- low like Leicester would have done But there. he's dead. and th's ar end of it.''
 1 The two men climbed the hill to. wards the moors in silence. Some distance behind, two boys followed carrying their golf clubs.
 ''I suppose all this land around here belongs to John Castlemaine, ? remarked Purvis presently. | CT suppose so. I say, Purvis,. did l you notice what mixed lot we are at The Homestead? ?"
 1 Rather; but I like it. They dc things very we'll there, too. O, course, it was never intended for the likes of us; yet I am sure there are people there who have no need tc economize. Some one told me tha a neighboring squire was dining there last night; and did you notice tha, Turkish chap?"
 | "Yes; remarkable looking fellow l isn't he? He makes one think o vampires. Still, hear he's a goot sort. I should like to have a cha | with him."