The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-08

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 But, I say, Leicester, tell me that is, tell me the-the meaning of it all."
 The other looked around him al- most fearfully. The place was silent as death. No sound was heard save the gurgling of the moorland stream.
 Do not mention that name again, winf1eld-at least, not yet. am Abdul Ricordo. Ricordo, as you know, is an Italian word which means remember I remember, my friend: I remember. I have forgotten noth- ing; no, hy heaven. nothing
 "But tell me, old man
 T say, Winfield, you do not seem glad. You do not congratulate me; you do not offer to shake hands. nor do you tell me how thankful you are that I did not throw myself in the river"
 "You, know, old man. It goes without saying. But I am shaken cut of my reckonings. I hardly know whether I am on my head or my heels Glad to see you. l am more than glad I need not tell you now, what I told you just now when I did not know who you were. But I did not know it was possible that I could be so deceived; besides, am in the dark about everything. Tell me, old man, tell me everything. That's right, don't put on that fez again I can see you better with out that. I remember the shape of the head now. Yes, and keep to your old voice, my friend-it helps me to feel I am on solid ground Now then, tell me what happened"
 Winfield, trust you. You were the only man who was faithful to me in the old days. You will be faith full still. Nothing that you have discovered, nothing that I shall tell you shall pass your lips, until I tell you that you may speak"
 "I promise that, my friend. Moth ing shall pass my lips-not a hint, not suggestion"
 The other put on his fez again. That is understood. then." he said quietly. He spoke in the old fluid tones which he had adopted since he came to Vale Linden. T say, Win field, look at me again. never for get, never-mind that"
 For a moment Winfield had a feel ing like fear. Perhaps it was be- cause he had not yet recovered from the shock he had received.
 We will speak of Radford Leices- ter in the third person, if you please. I am still Signor Ricorde, mind that. Think of me as such till I tell you otherwise. Signor Abdul Ricordo, partner in the great Tripon trading company, eh7" and he bowed to the ether ceremoniously. "I am acting my part still. Presently will change my attire and my part; then I will be what was. We'll, you wish to know about Radford Leicester. will tell you. Yes, he did contem- plate suicide; but little as he loved life, he loved it too much to put an end to it. Besides, he feared what lay beyond what we call death. Is any man an atheist, amfco mic? think not One night, while stand ing by Blackfriars Bridge, thinking of what would happen if he gave himself to the river, he saw dead body washed on the steps. It was a bright night, and he saw that the mans face was unrecognizable; more over. he saw that the thing had once been what is called a gentleman Then q plan was born in his mind. After making sure that there were no marks of identification on what he saw-well, you see the rest. Rad ford Leicester read his own obituary notices. Ha, my friend, they were pleasant reading. He even went to his own funeral. He saw you there Thank you, Winfield. for paying your last respects to your friend"
 Winfield wiped the precipitation from his brow; it was many years since he had been so much moved.
 "You were at the funeral?" he gasped.
 "Radford Leicester was at the fu- neral. He read what certain re- ligious paper had to say about him Many preachers drew profitable nor als from his career. After all was over, he went away. He had made up his mind what to do. He had died, and he meant to rise again He has risen again. He had a great battle to fight, Signor Winfield. You guess what it was. He had we'll nigh conquered his enemy once fol love of a woman, now he determined to conquer him completely, but from a different motive."
 "Whiskey?" said Winfield.
 "Whiskey," repeated the other He knew that while it had dominion over him he would be the playthine cf-anything. For two years he went where he could not get it."
 "where?"
 Some time he will tell you him.