The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-19

"UncIe Sam will have brand new
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 the old fag-yourl fathers and mine well, New York might go to the devil. That's my religion.''
 They walked out, Robert and Made line, along the battery wall by the sea, in silence. as if by mutual rendezvous.
 '@This is the last we shall be together for the present, anyway, Miss Made nne," poor Bob began.
 ttI'm afraid, so," murmured Madeline.
 "But we shall meet again = some time," he went on desperately; "that is, if we both live"
 eff we both Iive"' repeated Madeline, m an awestricken tone. 'NOh, Robert. You mean if you live, I suppose. So you are going, too, into this dreadful war, if it comes?'
 "Yes, Madeline, I must. It is fate yours and mine together-isn't it, dear est girl? You don't deny it, and that gives me courage. You know what duty means And you know what love means, too, don't you2 Madeline. do love you. 1 shall always love you, come what may. There, fate has granted me this much-a1lowed me to tell you how I love you-and nothing can take this moment away from us at least, thank God! And have the strongest kind of faith in me now that our story isn't going to be cut short here. It may be interrupted. We've got to be tried by fire, maybe, but I can stand it if You will think of me, won't you, Madeline?''
 'T shall keep watch upon fate.''
 For the rest of their time together their silences were more eloquent than their words.
 Lieutenant Kerchival West passed through one more dramatic scene be- fore quitting Charleston.
 In an obscure tavern by the water front he found Frank Haverill, a sim cere, young desperado, whose bold, dissipated look had something strange ly attractive about it and whose gen tlemanly speech and manner beIied a certain affectation of hardihood and bravado.
 All this latter was swept away by the sudden. violent wave of emotion that visibly rushed over his whole be- ing when West delivered Mrs. Haver- ill's message and handed him the lock ct containing the portrait miniature.
 With an oath on his lips and tears running uONn n1S ndrQeneQ lace he cried out hoarsely:
 I've been fool, an ungrateful dog, and I've deserved jail and worse. And I'll stand the gaff and not blame any one but myself either. But, by heaven, I'm glad now that you settled with that Thornton before I got to him. And I came down here to Charleston to seek him as friendI Now, listen, IlQufRnanf West nd f., tell this to my father and to my dear est mother. for she is that''-here he | kissed the miniature ferYentIy-"teIl them that deserve the worst that can happen to me, but that l didn't desert my wife.
 Poor grill She only allowed that story to go out in order to throw them off the track and help me to escape. as l did. Now she will know that the colonel and Mrs. HaverilI know the truth, and that will comfort her more than the money they are sending her, God bless themI And it would com fort me, too, if anything could, but nothing can, except one thing, and that is fight and plenty of it. I want to fight my way back to self respect, to honor, and show those who have stuck by me that Pm worth saving after all. No matter what happens, thank God I've still got freedom to fghtr'