The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-01

 THE MAN WHO ROSE AGAIN| ...... by...... JOSEPH ROCKING Copyright, 1909, by George th Doran Company
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 ssBut. surely a man is affected by his circumstances, interposed Her. bert Briarfield.
 'Is not nature always laughing at us?" said Ricerdo. we dream our little dreams, make our little plans, and live in a fools paradise. Let people be urrounded by beautiful things, we say; let them have works of art, fine pictures. music; let them live in the sunshine. and behold the beauties of nature, then they will live beautiful lives. I have heard your moral reformers preach this-this nonsense. We'll, what happens? Is that morality of your west of Lon don any better than the east? An. but I tell you I have lived in the most beautiful places on earth, but they have been hell all the same. Can you cure a cancer by placing a bunch of flowers in the room of your patient?''
 '.Then what is your antidote-your gospel?" asked Olive.
 .sIs there the one or the other?'' asked Ricordo.
 The party went on quietly for a few minutes. Ricordo seemed to be thinking deeply; now and then he lifted his eyes for a passing glance at his companions.
 Again Olive Castlemaine thought of Leicester. Memories of those days which he spent at The Beeches came rushing back to her. She thought Of the happiness which was hers. when she hoped and prayed that she should he the means whereby the man she loved should be brought to faith to God. In some subtle way which she could not understand, the strang- CT made him real, aye, and more, he made her feel that she had been harsh and unfair to the man whose wife she had promised to be. After all, was it not her pride he had wounded? Moreover, Ricordo had interested her in himself, in way that she had been interested in no ether man for a long time. It was not so much because of what he said. Rather. it lay in the fascination of the man himself. He made such as Herbert BEiGraeld seem small and commonplace. She felt sure that he had lived in a realm of thought and being to which the young squire was a stranger.
 The essence of interest is mystery. It is rather in the things not seen, than in the things seen, that fas- cination lies. We are for ever long, ing to explore new regions, to tread ground hitherto untrodden. The sec ret chamber of house is of infinite Iy more interest than those chambers which are open to inspections; that is why we care little about those people in whose life there is no sec fet chamber of thought and experi- ence.
 "I wonder you don't write a book, Signor Ricordo,y said Briarfield pre- sently.
 And why, MT. Briarfield?'
 You must have wonderful story to tell"
 Yes, a wonderful story, perhaps; but would you have me lay open my soul to the gaze of the vulgar crowd7"
 Other men have"
 swhy?"
 to obtain renown or to do good. Dante gave the world his vision of heIf. and of heaven; why not you?'''
 Because am not a poet, and be- way of telling his story. Besides, if eyer were to tell the story of my l:fe should choose my audience"
 They had by this time reached the grounds of The Homestead, and as if ny one consent the the trio stopped.
 Are you staying here long, sig
 
 nore?" asked Olive.
 T do not know. I am given to understand that there is an unwrit- ten rule that no visitor shall stay at your beautiful home for the poor, and the tired, for more than month, Miss Castlemaine,'' he said. 'The rule is just and wise. Your desire is to give the greatest number, and therefore it is not right that should stay more than a month. Still, be- cause the place seems to grow more beautiful. and more interesting every day, I may take rooms in some farm house. On the other hand, I may leave at the end of next week."
 He looked up at her as he spoke, and watched her attentively out of his half-closed eyes.
 "I hope I may have the privilege of seeing you again before I go, whether my stay be long or short, he added presently.
 She knew not why, and she won- defed afterwards whether she had done right She had seen him that day for the first time. All she knew of him was that he was an Eastern