The herald., 1912-10-03
The Invincible God
By GRACE De PIMA
(Copyrght Ia, By Associated Literary Press


by, Mr.. Cramer was able 10 review,
unmolested. all the guests, from the
vantage OF e secluded arbor. His
hands rested on his cane. his chin
upon his hands Restlessly his keen
brown eyes searched face after face;
but presently his quest seemed to
end, and rising abruptly, be sought
his hostess.
VIII you introduce me 10 that girl,
over there" he requested.
Mrs Tindall strolled with him TO
where Miss Currin was serving lem
onade. Isabel, Mr. Cramer is thirsty
please be kind to him." she said.
Isabel stretched out her hand. The
old gentleman held It long enough to
cali a question to her eyes.
Il asked TO meet you" he explained
frankly. You are the only one here
who might succeed. I have beer
watching them all VIII you help me-"
Details, please" murmured Isabel,
smiling.
SIZE liked this abrupt old man with
the kindly face. There was magnetic
appeal In his expression as he an
swered her.
Il have a son." he ebgan. He is
very dear to me. He is ill-unhappy.
II amounts TO the same thing very
often. He needs a doctor. For a
long time I have been hunting for
the right one Ny search Is over.
Now, want you to help me persuade
him to take the case"
Il! What is the matter with your
SOM" asked Isabel gently.
He is whitening" diagnosed Mr..
Cramer, solemnly. Grief seldom kills,
but he is shriveling-mentally, phys
ically, worst Of all, in his heart. II
frightens me. He is too young.
disapprove Of 1t at any age, in fact"
"Of counsel" agreed Isabel vigor-
ously. But how can help you?"
He plunged on quickly My son
thought he fell In love, year or so
ago-desperately, you understand!
Happiness comes high, II seems. and
the lady decided he wasn't rich
enough. Then and there he vowed to
marry none but a wealthy girl. to
eliminate the chance Of future decep-
ton. II is running him" He put in
simply. He's got to be reused! You
are the doctor-it is a woman's task.
want you to do IT," he ended bluntly.
"Roused" repeated Isabel, curl
ously.
Make him feel," explained Cramer
tensely. He's numb. prick him, for
good, or bad; only make him feel"
"HowT asked the girl. still curl
Gus and a little bewildered.
'Oh. my dear" deprecated the old
gentleman, yet undisturbed by her
flashing eyes. He changed his tone.
Young lady. am fighting for my
sons future. and his sane frame Of
mind; nothing Is going to stand In
my way. He's not going to dry up
into a miserable. crabby cynic, II I
can help 1t. Somebody's got to prove
the existence of love and faith"
Why me?" asked Isabel peril
nently.
Because" said Mr.. Cramer, lean
ing on his cane and staring at her.
Perhaps Isabel found the answer
more lucid than masculine, for she
became interested. and a little fat.
tered. in spite of herself
You have a plan!" she qusried, In
half surrender.
Il thought It out long ago. Since
he demands riches How much
money have you? You mustn't mind,
he added quickly.
But Isabel shook her head without
resentment. My face Is my fortune,
SIR" she quoted, smiling.
HIN! Then you must secure ex.
pectations Of a great legacy" he an
nounced. 'I'll see to that. You will
then proceed to engage his attention
Il leave the method to you. II he
succumbs. you must burn your expec-
tations-and. II you have really sue.
ceeded. II won't make any difference.
When al's said and done the little
god Is invincible, you know"
What Of me-if the little god
takes his revenge out Of me, and !
lose both the legacy and-the gamer
If the two proved inseparable-
would you care to VIM" parted Ora.
mer. Besides, It is a great opportu.
nifty that / offer you"
But suppose" gasped the girl, he
learns to care. and can't fall In love
with him?"
Have you met my SOM" demand
ed the old gentleman proudly.
NO." admitted Isabel, smiling.
"Ah! He is coming this way now,r
exclaimed Cramer. "A good omen. .
Isabel detected a total lack of
rather than any definitely disagreeable
expression on the face OF the youns
man who stood before her She stud
led him as they chatted, and before
he excused himself, was justifyfng his
fathers stand by becoming involunta
rily and combatively DESTROYS Of call
ing forth some decided characteristic
good or bad.
"Well!" pleaded Cramer anxiously
'Pll-try." answered Isabel softly
BLESS you, my deari" he muir.
INJURED. pressing her hand Are you
needed here any longer? Suppose we
sit over there" he pointed to the
summer house. "and decide the de-
tails. There must be no time lost
and no weak links In our chain. Now,
for the source Of your legacy-they
never fall from heaven-could you