The record-union., 1894-04-28

And" continued Grace coming back
to her little finger, there's Grace Gar
BILE, the most devoted of the lot. That's
all. tather-every one. Just six! Think
of it, father! In all the wide, wide world.
only six human beings who, if you had
no newspaper with two or three hundred
thousand circulation, would fight for
you, divide with you, or give you
place in your old age to lay your weary
head!"
Her eyes were glowing as she finished.
MIR. Garble had been walking rapidly
back and forth within the conservatory.
He suddenly stopped, turned, placed his
two hands upon his chair back clinch-
ingly and looked at his daughter almost
tiercely. She returned the look with de-
termined, honest eyes,
Grace, Grace! You are beside your
self!'
NO." she returned quietly. ut is
you. father, who are becoming crazed
with veritable lust of power!'
Grace, did you hear me say little
while ago that I had begun sweeping
reform at the Officer"
She slowly nodded her head.
well. young woman, you might as
we'll know it now as later. / have dis
charged Raddles and Mold-the imperti-
nent rascals! Old Northup is to go at the
end of the month"
Grace GarDIe Sprang TO her feet trem-
bling violently.
~ can see you have never stopped TO
count your friends, father" she at last
replied indignantly. And then slowly
and almost despairingly, ''Do you mean
to say that you have cast off these old
men who began life with you, who have
done more than all others for your sue
cess, without generous provision for their
old age, and you millionaire?"
Pm through with them. That is the
end of the matter" he retorted dog
gedly.
And you discharged poor old Mr..
Mold, knowing he was the father of the
man who is to be my husband?'
Certainly, miss. And it will be to
your interest TO remember that L have
other plans in that direction also. We
will reform things all along the line,
while we are about it, Miss GraceW
With this, Jeremy Garble, editor and
owner, strobe savagely out OF the conser-
vatory, donned his hat and coat and dis
appeared into the street, indignant and
determined. with such a slam OF the door
behind him as brought all the astonished
servants together in CONSERVATION and
set the huge chandeliers a-jingle as
though the mansion were quivering from
the responsive vibrations OF jollity and
good cheer.
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table for moment with heaving breast
and flashing eyes. Then, woman like,
she fell in her chair, buried her face in
her hands and sobbed heart -brok emily.
Soon this was done, when she arose with
sigh; looked about the conservatory
with an atfectionate gaze of parting ten
derness; fastened to her own apartment;
changed her attire, and, after few hasty
preparations, ordered a carriage and was
n drix n d1rya ha hl1
mansion, save for the whisperings of the
servants, as silent as a gorgeous tomb.
Mr.. Garble returned within an hours
time no less determined than ever upon
reform. AS he entered his door the sub
tie consciousness of the silence of his
home instantly oppressed him. He
stepped to the conservatory, but his
daughter was not there. Even all traces
of the meal had disappeared. He van
dered about the spacious rooms for little
time, and finally assembled the stairs. He
listened at the door of his daughters
apartment. He heard no sound within
and became alarmed. Then he knocked,
careful that the sound should be suf-
ficiently familiar and friendly and yet
contain a nice shading of assertiveness
and authority. Receiving no answer he
at last pushed open the door. A single
glance told him the story of his daugh-
ter's flight.
He caught once or twice at the balus-
trade for support as he descended the
stairs, and remember that but once be-
fore had there seemed so little left in his
whole life horizon. That was years ago
when an open hearse had stood before his
door.
"Ob, cannot bear this" he groaned
as he staggered into the library. James,"
he faltered, as the butler came in answer
to his bell, did you see Grace when she
left the house? We had few words-a
few unpleasant words, James,"
'Oh, yes. sir. Very sorry, sir. She re-
marked on leaving with her parcels and
trunks, sir, as she'd had thorough un-
derstanding with you, STRIP
He ordered his carriage. 1t was at the
door in very short time, but it seemed
the drearest waiting of his life. He gave
his coachman an almost incoherent or
der, entered the vehicle and hastily de-
parted. Men and women who were pass
ing at the moment caught glimpse of
the famous editor as he stepped into his
carriage, and, looking up to the splendid
mansion above them, envied him him his
wealth, his power and the almost princely
sumptuousness of his abode.
over in the older quarter of the city,
where little, quaint, old brick houses had
never crowded each other so closely as to
Danish the cheeriness of genuine homes,
dwelt Mr.. Melancthon Mold, obituary
editor, with his sweet. little, old, white
haired wife and their fine, robust, hope
ful son, Robert Mold, architect, draughts-
man and constructing engineer.
Their pretty little habitation was hooded
over with dormer windows, surmounted
by huge old chimneys, covered with
creepers and vines, and most curious in
deed OF interior arrangement, partly from
the fanciful changes wrought by the Gar
bles before they had left the place for
their great mansion, and again from the
pleasant whims of its present occupants,
for long panionship and sympathetic
vocations had drawn into this kindly
family circle Jeremy Garble's second
column" editor, Mr.. Luke Raddles, wild
over, and his veteran political editor,
MIR. Richard Northup, bachelor at large.
An entire floor of the old structure had
thus become one of the coziest living
rooms eyes ever beheld. Little bay win
dows extended to the right and left,
broken by curious alcoves, so that at the
rear Robert Mold had his work-room,
study and fireplace: at one side Mr.. Rad
dies had his sunny window, desk and
shelves of books; almost opposite, old
Mr.. Northup was ensconced in similar
snuggery, while fireplace filled an angle
between them; a little further to the front
Mr.. Mold had what Grace Garble called
''the cunningest sanctum in all the
world" with pretty, tiny-paned WIN
dow opening to the rear; and at the front
of the room was another fireplace with
several ancient easy chairs comfortably
disposed, where Mrs. Mold, of an even
ing, sat beside her purring cat and knit
or mended, now and then looking up
from her work over her gold-rimmed