The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-08

what is in my mind. You might tell her all you know-out that would not hinder me from carrying out my plans. No, no, have not risen again to be frustrated a second time.''
 Shall I tell you what think? ?''
 'I know. You think it would have been better if I had not risen, that you would have preferred for me to have died in the Thames, to coming here to make her suffer as I have suffered. Very well, signor Win field, but that does not alter me-
 You mean that you will fulfill the threat you made to Sprague and Purvis %
 'I mean that I always try to pay my debts, my friend-always.'
 Again Winfield wiped the pe-spir- ation from his forehead. Even yet he could scarcely realize what had taken place. It seemed to him that all the foundations of his being were shaken.
 Give it up, Leicester"
 Give what up, my friend?"
 "This mad scheme of yours"
 Mad. Nay, I've pondered over it for years. I've brooded over it in the silent places. I've suffered as few men have suffered, that I might gain the power that I wanted. No. my friend, I'll drag her as low as she dragged me. I'll make her feel the sting of scorn and insult as she made me feel it. She cared noth- ing for my disgrace. and do you think I'll stay my hand?"
 "But how?"
 Not even to you dare I tell that, my friend. There are bounds, even to my trustfulness. But do not fear; it shall be sure, even if it is slow in coming"
 'But, Leicester, you used to be a man. Even although you were cyn- ical, and laughed at women's virtue, you were in your way honorable, and chivalrous."
 Honor? Chivalry? I bade them booy-bye years ago. Work with a gang of Arab ruf1ians for two years, as have done, and where would your honor and chivalry be?"
 ''But you did that of your own ac- cord. She did not rob you of your fortune. or your liberty, or your life"
 ''She robbed me of hope. of faith of all that from your standpoint makes life worth the living. Yes, know, was a slave to drink; know. Perhaps I inherited the taste for it. was an anbeliever, I laughed at standard morality-yes, all that. But I was still man, Winfield. She had it in her power to make me even a good man. But when-she did what she did, she robbed me of everything I ceased to be man; became a devil. But for her should never have sunk to the depths have sunk to since. When she went out of my life, the devil en- tered me. Man, if I were to tell you all I've gone through since-I saw you last.- ou'd-but what's the use?"
 For an hour more they talked, Win field eagerly expostulating, and plead ing, the other answering coldly and cruelty, but never raising his voice, or showing any signs of excitement.
 Then you are determined said Winfield at length.
 My friend, I never make a plan one day to give it up the next"
 Then you'll excuse me, am sure."
 "For what?"
 Nothing, only am going back to London tonight. I cannot remain your guest, knowing what I know
 Ricordo half lifted his fez. and bowed mockingly.
 "I am honored by your society, even for a few hours, Signor Win field," he said. ''It has been pleas ant to talk about-old times, eh? will tell the estimable Mrs. Briggs at the farm, who wisely rules her hus-
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