The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-22
out of your mind yet" "NJo ren,iod Olive

NO, TeplleO OuVe. Then my advice is, do so. Why think of those Taviton papers? To be drunk on a public platform; to allow your picture to be thrown on a screen, while he stammered out his drunken drivel. No wonder the peo- pie hooted him out of the town"
 Olive was silent. although her face twitched pith pain.
 "At any rate, I am glad he had the shame to go away into hiding. I saw by 8 paper yesterday that noth- ing is known of his whereabouts"
 "Yes, know.'
 You saw it?''
 Olive nodded.
 "I hope we've seen the last of him.
 She did not speak.
 John Castlemaine turned, and saw MT. Sackville coming towards them, bearing a packet of letters and news papers.
 'The post has just come in," said the minister, "and I took the liberty of bringing your letters and papers"
 He laid them on an empty chair and then went on.
 "I must take the next train back to England.''
 'So soon?"
 "Yes, there are two or three mat ters which require my immediate at tention. You see-well, I came away somewhat suddenly, you know"
 He was sorry he had spoken the moment the words escaped his lips, for he saw a look of pain shoot across Olive Castlemaine's face. But he had enough tact not to hurt her more by seeking to offer explana- tions.
 Nothing serious. I hope" said Mr. Castlemaine.
 My sisters husband has just died" he replied simply.
 '.Ah, I see. and your sister will need you. You have my deepest sympathy, my friend; if there is any thing can do to tighten her burden or yours@
 Thank you, MT. Castlemaine, you are always very good"
 "But you will remember what I have sa1d?"
 ''Yes, thank you, I will remember; but at present she only needs me. You don't mind my hurrying away, do you? Goodbye"
 'I shall go with you to the sta- tion," said MT. Castlemaine. "You cannot leave for two hours yet"
 And I will go too," said Olive "I am so sorry you are going, MT. Sack ville."
 Her words were more than an empty convention, ana the minister felt it. His heart had gone out with great pity towards the girl whom he had baptized as a baby, whom he had romped with as child, and whom he had received into his church in after years. He loved her almost as much as John Castlemaine himself, and no one had sympathized with her more deeply than be.
 Thank you, Olive," he said. DO you know what I've been thinking about all the morning?''
 The girl was silent.
 'T am sure it is right" he said, God never makes a mistake"
 ''But we do," replied Olive.
 "Yes. but it's all right. I am not an easy-going optimist, as you know, and don't see how what have said can be true. But it is. It helps me to bear my own sorrow to say it. God bless you. my little girl"
 He went back to the hotel, leaving father and daughter together. Ip spite of the sad news he brought. in spite of the fact of his going away, his words comforted her. There is always help in the words and pres- ence of good man.
 eff I were sure I did right" she said presently.
 "You could have done nothing else," said John Castlemaine.
 She did not answer for some time, neither did she turn to the letters and papers which MT Sackville had laid by her side. She was thinking of the words which Leicester had spoken to her. She remembered how he had said that if there was a God. He had used her as a means of his salvation, and she wondered how much truth there was in what he had said. Even yet she did not un- derstand her own heart; all she knew was that since she had read the let ter which had destroyed her hopes, life had been great pain. Anger, pride, disappointment. and love had each in their turn fought for the mastery. and her heart had seemed to be broken in the struggle.
 ''No," she said, 'I suppose I could not"
 we see what his reformation was worth," said John Castlemaine. "Evi- dently he was playing you false all the time."
 Olive was silent.
 'Now honestly, Olive," said her father, suppose you had a chance