The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-06-27

"Oh, yes, had forgotten Here
it is, sir
He took the letter. res. it was
addressed in Olive Castlemaine's
( hand writing, and without a word
be rushed straight to his bedroom
He wanted to be alone. Feverishly
he turned on the electric light, and
then broke the sea. The envelope
contained nothing but his own un.
opened letter.
For some time he stood still. No
sound. no movement did he make.
He felt now that the last threat
which held him to hope was broken.
and yet he could not realize what
it meant. Ever since he had left
The Beeches that morning, he mad
lived in a kind of trance. The
blow which had fallen had TO an
extent paralyzed him. Everything
seemed long way off, even al
though he knew that tragedy had
taken place in his own life. Pres
emily, however, it became real 20
him. Hope was gone joy was
gone, purpose was gone. The sun
had gone down on his wedding.d5y.
and it had also gone down OF his
life. There was no light anywhere
For years he had lived hopeless
life, for years he had been chained
by a degrading habit, for years he
had ceased to believe in God. in
virtue-in anything that made life
worth the living. Then new
force had come into his life. Hope.
faith, and more than all, love had
sprung up in his heart. The world
had become new, and he knew what
heaven meant. Then, when the day
had come on which all his desires
were to be fully realized, black
ruin had fallen. The new born
hope and faith were destroyed in
an hour. No ray Of light appeared
anywhere.
Leicester, old man, may ! come
in ?" 1t was Winfield who spoke.
'No-yes-that is. who are YOU"
1T is |, Winfield"
Come in
Winfield entered. and he had no
he 81 h..t haI
ed. For this reason he asked no
questions, he only said;
Come and have some dinner, Lei
cester."
Look said Leicester, showing
him the unopened letter.
Yes, | see, old man. Come and
have some dinner"
Food" replied Leicester feverish-
ly, that's it, dinner.
Haven't always maintained that
there was no love affair in the
world but could be cured by
good dinner and a bottle of cham
pagne. Wen prove it, old man.
Dinner that's it; and afterw ards
well make a night of it some
where"
A new light had come into his
eyes, and even Winfield, who was
no saint, saw that it was evil
II haven't touched a drop Of
whisky for months.' went on Lei
cester I've been a whining dog.
running at the heels of-'but there.
I'll make up for lost time tonight.
Cone on Winfield"
Hadn't we better dress for din
ner?" said Winfield Il always keep
some dress clothes here at the club
Hang dressing Let's 90 as we
are; how can we be better dressed
for a drinking bout than in riding
attire? Tally no. my boy. If she
be not fair to me. what care | how
fair she be?' That's the proper
spirit isn't il? I've been a sort Of
a dog led by a string for the last
few months. now am free again
was becoming the kind OF man
that every one should despise.
whining sentimentalist had a.
.ually begun to talk about the moral
aspect Of things. What of that!
It's rever tco late to mend, Ell, Win
field? OFF with the trappings. have
lone with shams. Richards himself
again. Let us eat. drink aa1 be
merry, for tomorrow We die"
Ito be continued)