The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-26
THE FARMER: JULY 26. 1910.

TT fellow committed suicide-to close your heart to me for ever. Oh, Olive do have a little pity on me-"
 Her first feeling as he spoke wa: of anger, but this was followed by pity. She had always thought of him with kindness. In many respects he was a fine young fellow, and was be- loved in the neighborhood; thus the fact of his love could not be alto gether unpleasant.
 ''Mr. Briarfield,' she said, really am very sorry for this; but let me say once and for all-'' ether three months-let me speak to you again then. In the meanwhile think it all out again, Olive"
 'It is no use, MT. Briarfield. I am not one to alter my mind easily"
 ''But there is no one else, is there ?"
 .'No'
 Then let me speak to you again
  in three months time. May r"
 But my answer will be the same as now"
 ''No, it will not. You will let me speak again then, won't you?"
 And you'll accept what I say then as final?"
 eff you wish it. That is. if you'll promise me one thing"
 '"Tell me what it is''
 That if you refuse me at the end of three months. and then if you all ter your mind afterwards. you'll let me know"
 "Yes, promise that. But mind. after that you are not to speak to me. that is, on this subject. till tell you. :"
 "Yes, I promise that''
 Herbert Briarfie1d turned away from Olive as he spoke, and walked to the end of the lawn. There could be no doubt that he was deeply in earnest A look of fierce determine ton shone from his eyes, and his hands clenched and unclenched ner- vously. v <,
 "she must. she must" he said. There is no one else, and will win her."
 He returned to her presently and, drawing a chair near hers, sat down by her side. s k
 ''I suppose your Home of Rest is full." he said, with seeming careless ness. rHt Y
 "Yes." she said; had it been twice as large it would have been filled. As for the golf links, they are always popular. You see, while it is foggy and miserable in London, it is perfect weather here. Just fancy, we are only in the middle of April, and yet we are sitting out of doors in perfect comfort. It's as warm as June."
 There is g. mixed crew down there," said Briarfield, nodding in the direction of what he had called "the Home of Rest"
 "Yes?"
 "Yes. It is a good thing you are so cosmopolitan in your views. I drop- ped in there last night, and had. a talk with a German and a French man, while saw, sitting in the smoking-room, an Arab of some sort At any rate, he wore a fez.' !. , sTndeed ?"
 | Yes. did not speak to him, as he seemed in rather unsociable mood; but the German told me he was remarkable sort of character It seems oe has spe.. most tf his life away in Africa. somewhere in the ne;ghborhood of the Desert of sa- hara, think"
 What led hinl%to come here?"
 Heaven only knows. Why did the German and the F'renchman come? I suppose they heard of the presiding genius of. the home. of its beautiful surroundings and it's healthful cli- mate. Besides. in addition to its cheapness. all sorts of stories are afoat about the place. You know that"
 T heard only yesterday" went on Briarfield, that you built it on ac- count of a dream you had when a child; while some time ago some one told me that you had loved some youth some years ago, who had died Of consumption, because of the want of a home of rest like this"
 Olive laughed again.
 'I have been there very little late- Iy," she said "Ive had so many other things to do.''
 Yes, but I think they all hope, to see you. This German told me that the man with the fez is a fatalist, and does not believe in right or wrong. He's a striking-looking fellow. and would be noticed in any crowd. He's only been there two days. but is quite a centre of interest.
 Indeed said Olive; what is he like?"
 T did not see him standing, but I should judge he's of more than ordi- nary height. He has an intensely black beard, which he allows to grow long. His face is very much tanned. and thus he has quite an Oriental appearance"
 "How old is he?"