The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-18

4sT'nn under Mr. Wainwrisht's orde~s!"
 The air of humility now fen from Andrew as might a garment when he strode forward, so that he faced the others closely.
 'Tngeu4ous, Mir. Wainwraghtr'l he said, with zest- 'tOh, it was really quite ingenious. Its one demertt was that it proved so utterly inefficient '' He looked slowly over the others in the room. with the exception Of Lu- cene, from whom he held his gaze studiously averted. None of the three criminals who had joined in the futile revolt against him ventured to meet his eyes. They sat in nervous dejec- ton, expectant of condign punishment. Andrew smiled as he contemplated them, and the smile boded i'll. The smile grew amdsedly contemplatfve as he regarded Marshall, who was scowl- ing heavily; then of a sudden the Mas ter Minds face set itself in stern lines. He spoke with authority.
 'tMr. Wainwright will excuse you now,'' he said brtSkly to the detective.
 Marshall snorted indignantly.
 ''T'm under MT. Wainwrightas orders and following his instructions. Other wise the situation would be different" he grow1ed wrathfully. q guess you understand that.''
 Andrew did not trouble himself to reply. It was Wainwright who re enforced the command.
 Andrew then continued
 s'It was at this hour of the morning, MT. Wainwright he said, with pro [ e. a died-that he was put to death. We'll, sir, the time agreed on between us has come. What is your choice?,
 Wainwright spoke very quietly firm ly, yet with a sadness that told the greatness of his sacrifice.
 s'You leave me no choice" he said simply. "You have won- I shall re- tire from public life"
 To-day. you remember"
 "1 emember-today.'
 1 Lucene started up.
 ''No, no!' she breathed wildly. She went swiftly to her husband and placed her two hands on his shoulders and looked down into his face with her eyes twin flames of dusky azure, 1 burning through a mist of tears. ooh, my dear, you cant-you can't! No, I say, you shan't! I can't let you do this dreadful thing-no, no! Oh, let i me go instead-you must! can't {! spoil your life like this, dear. Let nae | go-let me go!''
 Wainwright ordered the three crooks and the detective to leave the room.
 In Wainwright's eyes shone unut- terable love for the beautiful woman whose heart was so torn by anguish brought upon her through love of him. i Ioa1+ Fo To7ISf strive to o0n1fOTt EoT. to assuage her grief, since her love re- mained to him. As for this othef thing, it was, after all, by comparison, a lit 1 tie thing. Yet, even as he thought so, it was with difficulty that he checked i the groan that rose to his lips. It is no light thing to tear out by the roots l the honorable ambition of a strong mans lifetime.
 The husbands voice was coIorless.
 ssWhat would be the use?' he said sadly. "As to your leaving me, why, wherever you might go I should fol- low'' The wife buried her face in her hands and shook with sobbing.
 s"There, there!~ he cried soothingly, distraught by her agony. He stood up and drew her into his arms, caress- ing her hair with exquisite tenderness in the gentle touch of his fingers. | HUSH, QdE41AS. A(OA yOO know, Lucene, that I have you, and so nothing-nothing else-matters?"
 The scene failed somehow to give its evil genius the bliss he had thought to find in it. This lovers rapture made mock of his vengeance. Yet, even as he asserted this to himself, Andrew knew in his soul that he lied; that the venom of his punishment was even stronger than he had guessed to poi son the well of his enemy's hopes and its virulence would increase, not lessen. Nevertheless there was disappointment to him here in the hour of triumph. He had gained all for which he had striven-yes, all! And something more the misery of Lucene!
 In a fury of rage against his own weakness Andrew thrust the thought of Lucene from him. His voice broke gratdngly.
 Your resignation in writing, MT. 1 Wainwright, if you please 1 Wainwright spoke hstlessly. 1 "I will write it in my study at once and bring it to you here. Come with me, Lucene-'' %
 (To Be Continued.) 1 The international 5OO-nile automo-