The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-07-25

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in my love for him | tried to re.
claim him; failed but where
failed this woman succeeded. All
great Allah, how he loved her. He
became her slave. and yet l rejoiced
because she was lifting him tc
heaven. He was on his way to be
coming great man in the East, and
then-this woman, because of some
imperfection in his past-what do
you call t-iilted him. My friend was
an intense kind of man. He had Civ.
en- his hope, his faith, his love, to
this woman, and then without Civ
ing himself, she threw him aside
ing himself, she threw his aside
with scorr. Did he deserve her
scorn? This | know. my poor friend,
the byword of those who knew him,
overwhelmed with a hopeless passion,
thrown on the sea of life without
anchor or rudder drifted Where
All that is a story ! cannot tell But
this woman, who might have been
his salvation, and who professed to
return his love, sent him into re
eions more terrible than ever your
Milton, or our Italian Dante saw
with the eyes of vision"
And where is he now" asked
Spiaguc.
Where? That | cannot tell you.
For time l followed him, watched
him, as he sank deeper and deeper
into the pit | stood upon the brink
and looked in; but he had neither
the strength nor the will to grasp
my hand, and If he had | should
not have been strong enough to
have pulled him out"
"And the woman?" asked Sprague.
The woman is, / believe. medi-
tating marriage with some one else.
A common story. / know. Perhaps
you could tell similar ones; perhaps,
too, the commonness of such stories
makes ME afraid"
He was sitting back in his chair
as he spoke. His eyes were half
closed. and he lazily smoked his ci-
gar. Nevertheless. Olive thought he
was watching her furtively But per
haps that was because his story
aroused memories which made the
past live again.
From this time the conversation
drifted on to other subjects and
Sgnor Ricordo made himself vastly
agreeable, without in any degree mo.
nopoliZing the conversation, he be
came the center of interest. He
showed that, although an Fastener
he was acquainted with English
literature. and although he spoke
English with n peculiar intonatioD,
he expressed his thoughts with great
clearness. Olive said but little. The
story he had told contained such a
meaning for her, that she had no
desire to speak; nevertheless, she
listened eagerly to his every word.
Besides, his presence continued 10
have a kind of fascination for her.
Why, she could not tell. yet when
he rose to take his leave, she iejt
that everything would seem tame
and commonplace after he had gone.
Mr.. Castlemaine again pressed re
freshments upon him: but again ne
refused to take them. It is true that
he refused with a great show of
courtesy, but he seemed determined
to partake of nothing which the
house could offer.
Il am afraid you are thinking Of
my sad story" he said. turning 10
Olive as he was on the point of
saying goodnight. "Of course, You
English have different thoughts and
customs from the Fasteners, still,
would like TO ask you a question, II
might"
Certainly" replied Olive, trying
to appear cheerful.
do You think my friend would be
justified in seeking revenge on the
woman who sent him to despair, and
worse than DEATH"
81 do not know all the circum-
stances. signore," rhe replied, meth.
er do I think that revenge is ever
justifiable"
"Ah, no.. You believe in the teach
ing OF the founder of your religion,
love your enemies eh? But If
you knew, signorina. if you knew. "
'The woman may be suffering
more than you think"
Suffering? All. ! have seen her.
Her life is one long song. She is
careless, she has a life full of pleas