The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-08

ours. Winfield. you find that the same elemental passions exist, TO matter what be our race or our country. Shakespeare knew 1t when he conceived the character of Shy lock-, and when he wrote Othello. What do you think Radford Leicester would want to live for?"
 ''You love her still ?''
 Love her.. AS much as Shylock loved Antonio, my friend; as much as any other man loves one who has lifted him into heaven only to hurl him into he'll"
 Then you do not love herr"
 Why should Radford Leicester love her, my friend? Tell me that"
 Perhaps because he cannot help it.'
 ''No; he hates her because he can- not help it."
 Hate her."
 ''If there is one thing the East teaches a man, it is how to hate we'll. He has learnt his lesson. Great God, he has learnt it we'll"
 And why have you come back?"
 "Why should Radford Leicester come back, Winfield? Tell me that. Think out the whole case quietly. Why should he come back? That Bible of yours is full of human na- ture. Those old Jews realized the elemental passions of life-an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. That appeals to a man as just"
 "But-but, I say"
 "Yes, tell me-
 Think of what it means. 1t is not right"
 Ricordo laughed quietly.
 Right, wrong. They are a part of the stock-in-trade of your moral ists. Let man go through what Leicester has gone. my friend. and even if he had 8 little respect for it before, it would all be crushed out of him. Why, man, Radford Leicester has liv- ed the life of slave in Morocco, and away out in the great desert he has herded with wild beasts in the shape of men. He has seen the religion of the Christian and the Mohammedan and the Hindoo tested; he knows what it means. Do you think, after going through what he has gone. that your tawdry rag-tags of morality will have any weight with him? No, no; to hate is as natural as to love; and il love is right, so is hate"
 But, I say, old man"
 "Yes, go on."
 "'To put it in plain words, what you mean is this. When you real ized that-that she-had cast you off your love turned to hatred; that you played grim joke on the world by making every one believe you were dead; that for six years you have brooded over what you believe to be your wrongs. nursing revenge all the time, and that you have come back toto have. we'll, your revenge on the woman whom you once loved. Is that it?"
 'It sounds melodramatic, eh? Just like a bit taken out of one of the old Adelphi melodramas. We used to laugh at them, didn't we. when, we heard the pit and the gallery hiss ing the villain and cheering the hero But even in those days I sympathized with the villain
 "But you don't mean that?"
 "Why not?"
 'It would not be right" your snug morality, is it right for her to thrust man where she thrust Leicester, to make him suffer the tor ments which he has suffered, and then to allow her to go unpunished?" ?"
 Perhaps she has suffered"
 Suffered. Watched her even as
 Suffered. Watch her even as I smooth, fair face. There's not a line of care and suffering upon it. Hear her speak as have heard her. Every word tells you she is without care. Hear her laugh as I have heard her, and you would know that she thinks no more of having driven man to his doom than a heartless gambler cares for the victim he has ruined"
 And you have risen from the dead for"
 Just that, my friend, just that"
 What revenge?"
 "One that shall be sufficient, Sig nor Winfield"
 The two men walked on Pres ently the gorge was behind them, and they stood upon the high moor land, while on every side stretched the wild, rugged countryside. The sun shone brightly, the air was sweet and clean, the birds sang joyously. Revenge seemed to be impossible amidst such surroundings.
 "I say, Lei"
 "Signor Ricordo. Yes"
 ''How do you know I shall not go to her, and tell her-everything?
 'You couldn't do it, my friend Do you think I didn't think it all out be- fore I told you-what I have? How