The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-15

 THE MAN s WHO ROSE AGAIN| $
 ...... by...... JOSEPH ROCKING  Copyright, 1909, by George H. Doran S Company
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Winfield left the room deep Tn thought He was man of the world. but he was sorry to see how Leicester was taking his blow. He would rather have seen him give way to grief, or make threats of venge- ance.
 few minutes later they met in the dining-room. Both were in fault less attire, although Winfield noticed that his friends mood had not changed.
 sAThe club dinner" said Leicester to the waiter, "and let us have it at once"
 "Yes, sir. whatn you take to drink, sir?''
 Drink? Oh, whisky and soda. Bring a large bottle of each"
 The waiter went away. He had heard that Leicester was to have been married that day, and he naturally wondered what he was doing there; but of course he showed no surprise.
 By the way, Leicester" said Win field. as he toyed with piece of bread on the table, I've been think ing that things may not be so bad as we thought"
 "Oh, chuck it, Winfield. I've learnt my lesson. I've been a fool, but I'll not close my eyes to facts any long CT"
 "she may love you still," persisted the other.
 "Woman's love. I was right in the old days. It's all a matter of price; only I made mistake about the price. I didn't reckon upon wo- mans vanity-that's all."
 well. let us meet facts fairly. It was natural that she should be mad twhen a high-minded girl like Miss Castlemaine-"
 "High-minded. Don't talk such drfvel''
 "Yes, I repeat, high minded. When she is told that the engagement was matter of a wager, and when, after the wedding-day was fixed, you ad- mitted that it was still a matter of winning the wager, then
 'swhat are you driving at? I say, I'll kick up a row about the man. agement of this club. That whisky has been ordered at least thres min utes, and it's not brought yet"
 I'm driving at this. She was mad. and her madness was justifable. but by tomorrow she'll have calmed down. I told you it was too soon for you to send that letter. If were l you I'd go down again tomorrow. and I'll warrant she'll be in different frame of mind
 Winfield was wanting to gain time. He knew that if the whisky came mood. nothing would stop him from ! fulfilling his threat.
 "She returned my letter unopened. She did not deign to read word" "Yes, and it was quite natural; but give her breathing space, old man. She's a proud girl, you know that, and well-she would not listen to reason. But through tonight she'll be lonely. She'll be thinking of the past. She'll recall many things which hadn't occurred to her in her anger. Tomorrow, mark my word, she'll be longing to see you.'
 The waiter came, bringing a bottle of whisky, and placed it on the table, but Leicester did not touch it.
 Winfield sent the waiter away on some trifling commission. and then T he went on:
 '1f I were you, I would not start drinking tonight. You might be mis- taken, you know, and if you are-''
 Leicester rose to his feet hurriedly.
 T can't eat, Winfield, and I can't sit down to the mockery of dinner. I'm going somewhere
 .where?"
 '1 don't know. Probably to throw myself in the Thames. Sorry to be such a fool, old man. A good ap- petite to you
 He rushed out of the club, and did not return till past midnight; but when he returned he showed no signs of drinking.
 The next morning he started for The Beeches again.