The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-09-27

IfIE IA k \ been growing more and more poignant within her. As she sang her heart flooded with kindliness toward the handsome, romantic young man before her.
 q wish," she thought once when at the end of verse the organ took up the refrain-I wish l were your moth CT. I wonder can this be the begin ming of love-and for you?" Song followed song until at length Paul turned from the organ and faced her.
 "Thank you," he said simply. She rested her elbows on the back of the chair, folding her hands and dropping her chin on them. "How are those devils now" "Gone, every one of them. You're the most eminently satisfactory per son in the world. I came here rest less, morbid, filled with dismal fore bodings. You sing-the demons flee" He folded his arms contentedly By the way, when are you going to let me proposeY
 E'Must ever let you?'
 "It is inevitable that shall propose sooner or later, whether you consent or not. But I prefer to do it under the most propitious circumstances"
 "They say you can judge of love by the sacrifices it is willing to make. What would you give up for mel"
 What would give up? Every thing"
 Everything is big word, my friend" she answered skeptically. Lets come down to facts, as Henry would say. Friends?"
 He covered his face with his hands.
 She pressed him almost fercely. Friends? Even your friend Me Adoo?"
 "For Gods sake, don't!"
 ''Whatp' she said mockingly. "Then everything doesn't mean everythingT'
 Slowly his hands fell to his side. His face was very white, his eyes un- utterably weary.
 ''No; everything doesn't mean every thing When he asked me Ito give you up I refused. If you should de- mand that give him up must make the same answer; otherwise I must be utterly contemptible. 1 forced my friendship on him against his will. If it means anything to him now l can't take it away from him."
 My dear friend" she said aloud gently. "I'm not tempting you. because have nothing to offer you in exchange for the sacrifice. I'm only showing you what it means to care for an intense ly selfish woman. And I-I should like to care for you, but dare not. I'm too much like MT. McAdoo. can nev- CT let myself love any man with whom I am not first, And he hates me. It dates from a day eleven years ago when he saved my life" Paul looked up, astounded .He has hated the memory of me ever since, I think. If married you. sooner or later we should come to the place where you must hurt him or me. That would mean misery for us both. I can never think seriously of caring for you until he withdraws his objections to me-or until you are willing to give him up for me"
 He made no answer She went close to him and' laid a hand gently on his arm.
 Don't you seeY'
 He caught her hand closely in both of his. "Do you think" he demanded fiercely-"do you think you could ever come to care for mel" "I wish you could make me-" impul- sively.
 Then" he said, with sudden deter imitation. .when you do we will teach him what wonderful woman you are.
 @And that would be the only way 1t could be. l think. for you could never cast him aside, and could nev- CT ask you to-never let you"
 She withdrew her hand gently from his ardent clasp.
 And now." she said brightly. with an air of dismissing the topic, "did you know that you are to dine with Henry and me tonight? And after ward you are to take me to church. The preacher is very dull. but at least listening to him will serve as sort of penance for our sins" After dinner. while Eleanor was out of the room. Sanger for the second time took Paul up into a high noun tain and showed unto him all the kingdoms of the earth. These he in