The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-10-04

brary, the visitor saw strange group John Dunmeade. governor of the
 state; Patrick Finn. ex-policeman. and Tom Haggin. ex-pugilist and saloon keeper-sittingA silent together in a common grief.
 There was a rustic of skirts along the hall. and then not Kathleen. but Mrs. Dunmeade. entered the parlor. She locked at the visitor in amaze
 ment
 "Eleanor. deafw 'KatherineP'
 And the two women were in each others arms.
 "Is he"- Eleanor began. She could not complete the question. F. The doctors say so." Mrs. Dun- meade answered quietly. Eleanor disengaged herself from the embrace.
 "Can see Kathleen Finn min. uteY
 Mrs. Dunmeade shook her head. .I fear not. Eleanor. She is with him. And they are expecting any minute
 I'll ask her." And Mrs. Dunmeade went upstairs A few minutes later Kathleen Finn entered-a new Kathleen. whose face
 was hard and stern. She looked at
 Eleanor coldly.
 Before Kathleen's contempt Flea nor's eyes quailed. But quickly she raised them again.
 Miss Him." she said. speaking
 haldngly. ''l wea't keep you long. I came-it's about That affidavit
 wapt to say it was all my fault It wass my brothers scheme. ! didn't
 know about it until it was too late. But it would never have been done if
 him. And l wanted-to say this. l can't to him. but you're nearest to him And I-can't you see?-I had to make
 my acknowledgement before She stopped. looking pleadingly at Kath-
 leen.
 "We knew it." Kathleen said. still
 coldly. cruelty putting slight em- phasis on the .we.''
 Eleanor began again, miserably. .I
 didn't know what my brother was schen1ing. And did it thoughtlessly. though thas.s no excuse. It was ut terly centemptibie. When found out Saturday night l tried to warn Mr.-him-orer the telephone, but he wouldn't listen And Monday tried l to dissuade Paul from doing it, but it
 was too late. I was so helpless-so helpless But that doesn't excuse me. either. l don't expect you to forgive
 me. He,couldn'f. l can't forgive my
 self. But had to tell you thatI know
 what did and thatsall my life shall
 have my punishment. It-it's all I can do. Thank you for listening to me.
 And don't let me keep you from him." Kathleen's face was. not cold now. She took step forward and looked closely into the younger woman's eyes.
 "You-must care something for'- she pointed upward-"for him or you couldn't have come.' A sob was the only answer.
 You poor girlv she murmured and
 drew Eleanor to her. And on Kath-
 leen's ehoulder the young woman wept
 softly.
 Soon Kathleen said. Would ycu like to see himT
 "Yes.n
 Together they went upstairs to the,
 room where Rob McAdoo faced death. Eleanor knew that she would remam-
 Der the scene always-for her punish ment. she thought. A folded newspa- | per had been stuck in the chandelier
 to shade the face of the patient. The shadow accentuated the waxen paIlor of his face. His head was shaven,
 rough beard had grown out, the pinch. ed features were big and pony ana ugly. He might have been already dead. so motionless was he. Eleanor gave him one long look, !! She could not repress a sob. The doc. tor at the bedside looked up with a | frown. Then she turned away and crept blindly from the room. Kath.
 laen compassionately followed her. Eleanor sank Ato a chair and sobbed uprestrainedly. Its horribler' she moaned. He was so strong"
 My poor girlr' Kathleen murmured
 soothingly. Eleanor looked up wanly. "Why are l you so kind to me when have de-
 served so little" Because" Kathleen answered soft V, T think 1 understands You con- demn yourself too harshiy, as I did. Forgive me"
 Then she added: Do you care to
 wait here? You are welcome"
 If may"
 And Kathleen left her alone.
 Eleanor lay back in her chair. Sub-
 consciously she took in the details of this room-the room of a man who r worked. Mechanically lingering pile
 of unopened letters lying on the desk.
 she caught the address ef the one on top. Robert McAdoo." It was his
 room! Here the big, lonely man. shut off from his fellows. had in anticfpa. tion fought out the battle whose issue so vitaily concerned his fellows. Here perhaps. with hatred and contempt. he had thought of her. Here-she saw the telephone-he had beaten down his An havv,r lad Asw fSnca hnr