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


her. His passion of love has turned
to bitterness. to wormwood. That Is
why l think his degradation and
despair will drive him to revenge
l am glad | am in Christian coun'
try where the vendetta is not known
Goodnight, signorina."
Did you notice, Olive, that he re
fused to partake Of any form OF
refresrment?' said John Castlemaine
to his daughter, after Sprague and
Ricordo had gone
Yes" said Olive; but then | am
told that people from the East sell
dom drink spirits, | am sorry you
asked him"
He's a remarkable kind of man.
Yes"
"Do l know of whom you are
thinking, Olive?"
She nodded her head.
"He reminds me of him. too.
Sometimes | fancied | heard him
speaking. Still, that is of course
pure fancy Olive, when are you
going to forget him."
Il don't know"
Il was hoping that he had passe
out of your life"
Il thought he had, but that mans
story seemed to bring everything
back"
Il confess he made me feel un-
comfortable. Still, he is a most en-
tertaining man. and his position and
rank are unquestionable He belongs
to a firm which rules the trade of
the east, and he must beh ighly
connected, or he woul1 never have
been admitted into partnership We
must invite him here 70 some so.
oial function before he leaves. You
would like it, wouldn't you?"
Yes" said Olive, "he most
entertaining man. By all means le.
us invite him."
Meanwhile Ricordo and Sprague
walked back to The Homestead, and
as they walked they talked bust.
ness. Sprague could not help feeling
astonishment at Ricordo's knowledge
of English commercial life, and en-
| tered into discussion concerning
its position and prospects with great
eagerness. by the time they reached
! the house, Sprague had revealed
to the stranger many particulars con-
corning his own relations with the
commercial world.
The next day, without having Civ
en- any warning to anyone concern
ing his intention, Ricordo went to
London, where he stayed several
days. He had retained his rooms at
The Homestead, however, and told
the woman who had the management
of it that he might return at any
time. While in London, his time
seemed very fully occupied, and he
| had long interviews with men occu-
pying high positions in the CONNER
cial world. He also invested largely
and took part in far-reaching trans
actions. At the end of a few days,
he returned to Vale Linden again.
is mn Talx ttnt. Of .
now he said to himself, as the
/ train swept on towards the south
Il have my hands on all the strings,
ana | have enyeloped him as the
proyerbial spider envelopes the pro-
verbal fly. Whatever he does, he
cannot escape. As for her"
He sat back in the railway car
riage and apparently fell into deep
thought To the casual observer he
seemed a prosperous Eastern gem
| tleman, one whose demeanor and ap-
/ pearance suggested a man of rank
and power. The close observer, how
| ever, would have detected a cruel
| smile beneath his black moustache,
while in his eyes he would have
seen a look that suggested dark
deeds. The face would have impress
ed him with the suggestion of an
indomitable will, ami of a kind of
imperious pride, but there was no
suggestion of mercy or pity TO be
seen there.
When he arrived at Vale Linden,
however, he had assumed his old
manner of cynical melancholy. and
he met the people he knew with
the easy grace peculiar 10 him.
we have missed you sorely," said
/ Sprague, as he sat beside him at
dinner. In fact, all of us have won
dered where you have been"
"Ah, Signor Sprague. where could
one go in England, except TO Lon
don? have had affairs there. Usu.