The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-06-23

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 ssrHEY ALL HATE YOU, DON'T THEY?" feleep, and if you leave I'll get up. I twant some more light I'm going to have some things the way I woNt them"
 1 Recognizing that flight was useless land that the child was in deadly ear tnest, Kirby obediently turned up the lamp.
 '1t strikes me-" he said mildly, psyou'n come very near getting a good many things the way you want them" ]"
 You come and sit here," peremp- Ftorily ordered the General, pointing to Ia stool beside the sofa. And again sthe man obeyed For a moment the ichild was silent, gravely contemplat- ling his pseudo hero. "What is a lad low gambler? '' he suddenly Inquired.
 "It's what some people call me-" re tplied Kirby after a pause. 'I'm sorry lthey do it before you"
 They don't like you any more, do Ethey-specially Dele? They all hate Iyou, don't they? I know why. It's because you turned out to be the bad tprince," said the hoy, nodding solemn fly.
 Again the other was silent. Gen eral," he said at length, there's some thing your sister never got quite tstraight in the stories she's read you. ISometimes the good prince is half bad, land sometimes the bad prince-is half Igood.''
 ANo; there was. never anything like tthat in the books" reflected the Gen. Teral, greatly surprised.
 5 And sometimes added Kirby, Lsthey are both just one man-half good hnd half bad"
 Both just in one person?'
 Yes And when that person-half tgood prince and half bad prince, re member-gets into a mysterious under kground passage, say, and the adven- tture takes him to where the people are Eood. why, then he tries to be all good Hoo."
 The child pondered over this truth, Hittle comprehending those strange con- ttradictions and complexities of the Isoul, of that dual personality which has mystifed older and wiser heads Khan his. that has baf1ed sage and sci hntist alike and will baffie them to the tend of time.
 'Then are you trying not to be bad brince now-not any more at all ever?' he finally asked.
 "Not where you and gour sister are,' bald Kirby, his voice trembling. n l-o we go away?" suggested the cEild.
 'T don't know just what will happen &hen," confessed the man, staring duly Ut the floor.
 f Silence came. Then the child sighed. HT'd like to know the end of that tbtory."
 k The man echoed the sigh, smiling bTanly. "I'm afraid can't tell you the end."
 been apparent, he was suddenly con- bcious that some one had entered the koom before the General had express kd his wish. Rising he discerned Adele Randall, who now came swiftly Forward and. ignoring him, assumed a protecting attitude over the child, as If to shield it from an infinitely con- Illuminating presence. She appeared the same as on the first occasion of his meeting with her-pale. sad, dressed entirely in black, hopelessly emotion less and uncompromisingly hopeless.
 Miss Randall" he ventured at pength, ignoring her attitude, 'I hay, teomething for you. Several times bhave sent one of the servants to yol requesting an interview. don't wan you to regret all your life the fact tha Eou refused to listen to me" Without a word or a glance sht furned to the General and took hin by the hand, the child struggling witt all his small strength. Please don' make mer' he implored Dele, he'G trying not to be bad like they said And, don't you remember, I promised No be his trusty friend. Can't I ever kalk to him?''
 Miss Randall" quietly interposet Kirby, "there isn't a slave on thi: plantation you wouldn't listen to Ii he asked to be heard before you pun oshed him. Won't you"-
 ! But she had gone, half carrying tht Btill Intellectually struggling General Kirby remained grimly eying slip O paper he had withdrawn from hi. pocket. It was his last card-the dee( to the plantation. Throwing it on th' table, he sank into a chair, prey tt khe most hopeless dejection.