The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-06
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Hastily scanning the other letters, he went into the house, and having carefully locked them in a safe, he went out on the moors and walked for many miles. By one o'clock he was at Vale Linden. station, but no one would have judged that he had trudged a long distance that summer day. As he waited the coming of the train he looked as cool as if he had just dressed after cold bath.
 "Ah. MT. Winfield. I am glad to see you," he said, as the train drew up at the platform, and Winfield got out 'I am rejoiced that you have come to participate in the beauties of this place. I owe you much for advising me to come here."
 Tt is good of you to ask me to come," said Winfield. '1 find I can just squeeze out three days"
 ''Ah. longer, longer, my friend. By the way, are you tired? There Is a man waiting here with a trap, if you would like to ride back"
 NO, would rather walk, if you don't mind," said Winfield. "The air is so delicious, and I have been in the railway carriage so long, that the thought of a country walk is en- chanting
 That is we'll. will send back your luggage by the trap, and we will walk A roundabout way, if you don't mind, over the moors."
 "Just what I should like," said Winfield, and the two started.
 While they were climbing a steep footpath which led to the moors, lit- tie was said, but presently, when they had reached an enninence from which they could see a vast expanse of country, both drew breath.
 This is glorious said Winfield; ..it makes me feel ten years young er."
 'T want to take you the loneliest walk in the district, and the most striking, MT. Winfield said Ricordo. 'It will mean eight miles to my farm house that way; do you mind" .'The longer the better" said Win field What a glorious sight. Look at the roll of hill and dale, think of the glory of furge and heather. And the air is like some fabled elixir of life. You must be very happy here, signore.''
 
 '.As happy as Lucifer when he was cast out of Paradise,' said the other calmly.
 Winfield looked at him curiously.
 You will have your joke," he laughed.
 T never joke," said the other.
 By the way,' went on Winfield, have you met the guardian angel of this place? You stayed at her home of rest for some time. I am told that she often visits it. Surely you must have seen herr"
 "Yes, I have seen her"
 Well, and what is your impres- sion? I knew her slightly, years ago."
 And what do you think of her ?"
 A shadow passed Winfield's face.
 T saw her under unpleasant cir cumstanoes.'' he said. "I am afraid I am not able to judge fairly
 T have heard" said Ricordo slow ly. that she is a woman with a his tory, Gossips have it that she had an unhappy love affair years ago. Is it true? Not that I pay much att tention to gossip; but I thought you might know"
 ''Yes. I am afraid there is some truth to it.
 Tell me, amico mio."
 Winfield was silent a second.
 Are you interested in her?" he
 The other shrugged his shoulders.
 Tn a way, yes. I live on her lands; she is-well, the good fairy of the district. Yes, am interested
 "I see no reason why I should not tell you," replied Winfield. Tt is q matter of six years ago now, and the man is dead.'
 Dead, eh? Who was hep
 "A fellow by the name of Radford Leicester
 "A good fellow? pattern young man, eh?''
 No; anything but that. Never theless I liked him. Tn many re- spects I suppose I was his best friend perhaps his only friend. But there, I'll tell you, Leicester was a cynic, a drunkard, a man who, while believe he lived a clean, straight life laughed at morality and truth and virtue. A drunkard, did I say? Well, that is true and false at the same time. He was a slave to drink and yet he never appeared drunk Well. he had brilliant gifts, was a fine speaker, a close reasoner, and every one believed that if he would give up his vice, he might become g great man. As I said, he believed in nothing. He was an atheist, an6 scorned virtue. One night I was sitting with him, and two others, ano he was taken to task for his-''
 "Yes. I understand; go on.''
 Well, he defended himself, and