The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-11
THE MAN WHO
 ROSE AGAIN
by JOSEPH ROCKING
ICopyright, 1909, by George H. Doran
 Company

(Continued from Page Nine) say, Olive, except that I'm going to try to be a good man. Faith in man, in human motives? Don't press me too hard, Olive. Are you content ?''
 There was manifest sincerity in his voice, his eyes were lovelit. What wonder, then, that Olive confessed her contentment, and her happiness
 Shortly before midnight he left The Beeches. For an hour before he said goodnight, he seemed to for get all sad thoughts. He talked cheerfully with John Castlemaine, and MT. Sackville. the minister of the church with which both Olive and her father were associated. All dark clouds seemed to have lifted. In less than twelve hours from that time he and Olive would be man and wife. Before the next day had come to an end, they would be on their way to Italy, the land of sunshine and song. The future revealed itself to him in glowing colors. He saw himself climbing the hill of fame with Olive by his side. It was al- most certain that the General Elec- ton would take place in less than two months from that time, and even if it did not, 1t could not be post al tumn. Then he would enter Parlia- ment, and after that his position was assured. Already the ex-Cabinet Minister who had spoken with him at Taviton had told him that he ex- pected great things from him in the House, and had also suggested cer- tain questions to which he would give special attention. Moreover, they were questions in which Olive was deeply interested; housing the poor, the drink curse, and others of a sim liar nature.
 These things said the ex-Cabi- net Minister, "are bound to be brought forward. Master them, Lei cester, and you will make yourself indispensable to your party"
 And so he was happy. Hope shone in his sky, love burned in his heart, while his whole being was filled with great purpose.
 Olive accompanied him to the door as he left the house. She had enter ed into Leicester's spirit of gladness She rejoiced as she saw how her father admired him, and how keen ly he enjoyed his conversation. She noted with gladness,> too, that her marriage was not going to cause her father the sorrow she had feared. Rather, he seemed to look forward with pleasure to the prospect of hay ing his clever son-in-law to live with him.
 Until tomorrow, Olive" he said, as he kissed her goodnight.
 ''Yes, it will not be long,
 'No, only a few hours, although it seems an eternity. You are happy, dA CA yOu
 "Yes. entirely" and she meant what she said. "Are you?'
 Happy" he cried. "Ah, you can't realize how happy. Only until to- morrow, and then there will be no more separation
 There was new tone of tender ness in his voice, and as he spoke the tears came into her eyes.
 Some day, Radford," she said, you will know how good God is, you will know the joy of being a Chris tian."
 For answer he kissed her tenderly.
 Goodnight, my love-" he said, goodnight until tomorrow-my wife,
 Until tomorrow, Radford.''
 He walked a few steps up the drive; then he turned and saw her standing at the door watching him. He came back to her side again.
 "One kiss more-until tomorrow, our wedding day." he said.
 She held up her face to him with a glad laugh. He kissed her again, and then hurried away, not daring to look back a second time.
 She had scarcely returned to the drawing-room, when, she knew not why,a feeling of great depression came into her heart. Her sky, which a few second before was clear, now hung with great black clouds. Shadowy foreboding came into her mind and heart. She heard her fath- CT talking with MT. SackvilIe in the smoking-room. They were chatting and laughing pleasantly, and yet the sound of their voices made her all most angry.
 A servant entered the room.
 '.Yes, Masters, what is it?"
 "A letter has just come for you, miss.''
 By the last post?"