Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-28
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.sNot altogether, father. There are 9TH
claims, you know, which will increase. {
find myself liking you less and Less, the
reater and richer you become"
Jeremy Garble looked at his daughter In
tier amazement. r.
s'Now, father dear, don't be offended
Tou would have q just contempt for me If
ou thought hid such things from you.
livery day of your life you are becoming
more irritable, more unreasonable, more
lpjust."
"what do you mean, Graceg" he asked
Almost indignantly.
"That this brings me to my thirdly |
The subject of friends. Few men can
calmly sustain great success. This IL |
largely from the fact that true friends
grow fewer in proportion to ones increas-
Ing power. Those whose friendship one
longs to possess fear that relationship.
Those who seek powerful mans friend
ship too often have sinister motives. Be-
tween those fearing and those seeking,
such man becomes the loneliest of NOR
tails. This moment you haven't above .
half dozen loyal friends in all the world"
Jeremy Garble's jaw dropped and he
gazed open-mouthed at his daughter.
TITS true, father; surel Now you're not
silly enough to believe the German emps-
Tor and the president of France and the
pope received you simply because you
were Jeremy Garblei Why, they merely
recognized your temporary power. These
statesmen, politicians, schemers, plotters
and human various of all sorts who make
your life miserable and our home q head
quarters for conspiracy, seek you and
fawn over you-Ughl-to use you"
"Why, Grace, this ia infsmousl"
sit surely H.; but not as you mean IT."
she continued, Strengthening up bit and
becoming more measured in her speech.
cit is infamous; infamous that one must
live the little life Ged gives him with the
very basest side of human nature forever
losthingly thrust in his facet Did you
He idgeted and shook his head.
''Let me count them for you" Here
she began numbering them on the pretty
fingers of her left hand. She ran them
over but once. eyes, that's right
There's Uncle Dick Northrup." Jeremy
Gsrble gave little start. "There's Luke
Rsddles." Mr.. Garble pushed his chair
back petulantly from the table. "There'i
| dear old father Mold" The chair thii
time took a crashing crunch along the til
| ing of the floor. 'There's Mr.. Thurbsr-
Inc friend. There's my Rob-Rober
Mold, you know"
Here Jeremy Garble rose to his feet al
| austere and determined "a he had eve
stood upon them in all his life.
"And," continued Grace, coming back t
her little finger, "there's Grace Garble, tn
most devoted of the lot. That's all, faith
or; every one. just sixl Think of it
fatherl In all the wide, wide world, onl,
six human beings who, If you had n,
newspaper with two or three hundred
thousand circulation, would fight for you
divide with you, or give you place II
Her eyes were glowing as she finished
Mr.. Gsrble had been walking rapidly bacl
and forth within the conservatory. 81
suddenly stopped, turned, placed his tw
hands upon bis chair back c.inchingly an
looked at his daughter almost fercelJ
She returned the look with determined
honest eyes. "Grace, Gracel You ar
beside YOURSELF"
sNe," she returned quietly. eft Is yor
father, who are becoming crszed with
veritable lust of power!"
"Grace, did you hear me say little Will
ago that had begun a sweeping reform 9
the officer
She slowly nodded her head.
"Well, young woman, you might as we
know It now as later. have discharge
Raddles and Mold-the impairment rascal
Old Northup is to go at the end of tt
month"
Grace Garble sprang to her feet tren
bling violently.
Il can see you have never stopped {
count your friends, father!" she at last r
piled Indignantly. And then slowly an
almost despairingly: "Do you mean to ga
that you have cast off these old men WI
began life with you, who have done mol
than all others for your success, withor
generous provision for their old age, an
| you a millionaire?'
"Tm through with them. That Ia tt
| end of the matter" he retorted doggedly
"And you discharged poor old Mr.. Mole
knowing he was the father of the man wh
is to be my husbanda"
"Certainly, miss. And 1t will be
your interest to remember that I hay
| other plans in that direction also. We wi
reform things all along the line, while v
are about 1t, Miss Gracel"
With this, Jeremy Garble, editor an
owner, strobe savagely out of the conser'
atory, donned his hat and coat and disal
peared into the street, indignant and d
Il sCALAAAo0s WALL 6uOh . oAoAA VI LAo AOJH -
hind him as brought all the astonishe
servants together In CONSERVATION and q
the hinge chandeliers s-jingling as thong
the mansion were quivering from the +
sponsive vibrations of jollity and goe
| cheer.
Grace Gsrble stood beside the dain,
table for moment with heaving brea
and flashing eyes. Then, woman like, 81
fell in her chair, buried her face In b
hands and sobbed heart brokenly. Soc
this was done, when she arose with sigl
looked about the conservatory with an 9
fectionate gaze of parting tenderness, has
ened to her own apartment; changed b,
| attire; and after few hasty preparation
, ! ordered carriage and was driven rapid
away; leaving the great Garble mansion
save for the whisperings of the servants
as silent as gorgeous tomb.
Mr.. Garble returned within an hour
time no lees determined than ever upo
reform. As he entered his door the subt
consciousness of the silence of his HON
instantly oppressed him. He stepped I
the conservatory, but his daughter was nc
there. Even all traces of the meal ha
disappeared. he wandered about the spl
cious rooms for little time and finally a
cended the stairs. He listened at the doc
of his daughters apartment. He heard n
sound within and became alarmed. Tbs
he knocked, careful that the sound shout
| bs sufficiently familiar and friendly an
| yet contain nice shading of assertivsnes
and authority. Receiving no answer, b
| at last pushed open the door. A singl
glance told him the story of his daughter
flight.
He caught once or twice at the balustrad
for support as he decended the Stare, an
remembered that but once before had ther
seemed 30 little left in his whole lif
horizon. That was years ago when a
open hesrse had stood before his door.
"Oh, I cannot bear thisl" he grosned a
he staggered into the library. "Jsmes,
he faltered, as the butler came in snswe
to his bell, "did you see Grace when sh
left the housea We had few Words
few unpleasant words, James"
"Oh, yes, sir. Very sorry, sir. She II
marked on leaving with her parcels an
trunks, air, as she'd had thorough unde,
standing with you, STRIP
He ordered his carriage. It was at th
door in q very short time, but 1t seems
the dreariest waiting of his life. He CAV
his coachman an almost incoherent orde,
entered the vehicle and hastily departed
Men and women who were passing at til
moment caught glimpse of the famou
editor as he stepped into his carriage, ani
looking up to the splendid mansion abov
them, envied him his wealth, his powe
and the almost princely sumptuousness G
his abode.
Over in the older quarter of the city
where little, quaint, old brick houses ha
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