The Detroit times., 1912-12-14
Il Want to
Belong to
Somebody"
CHAPTER ~.

tContinuedI
Yes, books are rctorted Fran
shaking back her hair, swinging hei
loot, and twisting ffer body impatient
ly. That's the only kind OF religion
| know anything about-iust books
inst doctrines; what you ought To be
lieye and how you ought TO act-al
nicely printed and bound between
covers Did you ever meet any re
ligion outside OF book. moving NJ
and down, going about in the open p
He answered in perfect confidence
Mr.. Gregory lives his religion daily
the kind that helps people. that makes
the unfortunate happy"
Fran was not hopeful. Well. I've
come all the way from New York C
see him. hope he can make me
happy. I'm certainly unfortunate
enough. I've got all the elements hi
needs to work on.
From New York" He considered
the delicate form, the youthful face
and whistled. viii you please tel
me where your home is. Nonpareil?'
She waved her arm inclusively
America. wish il were concen
trated in some spot, but it's jusl
spread out thin under the Stars and
Stripes. My country's about all
have" She broke of with a catch In
her voice--she tried TO laugh, but II
was no use.
The high moon which had been OBJ
scured by gathering cloud banks
found an opening high above the
fringe of woods, and cast a shining
glow upon her face. and touched hei
figure as with silver braid Out Of
this light looked Fran's eyes as darn
as deepest shadows, and out OF the
unfathomable depths OF her eyes GID
ed two tears as pure as their source
in her heart.
Suddenly il came TO Abbott Ashton
that he understood the language OF
moon, watching woods, meadow-lands
even the gathering rain-clouds; al
spoke OF the universal brotherhood Of
man with nature a brotherhood III
Guiding the most ambitious superin
tendent OF schools and a homeless
Nonpareil a brotherhood 10 be con
firmed by the clasping OF sincere
hands There was danger in such a
confirmation. for II carried Abbott be
yond the limits that mark super
intendents confines.
As he stood on the bridge, holding
Fran's hand III a warm and sympa
thetic pressure, he was not unlike one
on picket-service who slips over the
trenches to hold friendly parley with
the enemy. Abbott did not know
there was any danger in this brother
~ handclasp: but that was because
he could not see feshy and elderly
lady slowly coming down the hill. As
superintendent, he should doubtless
have considered his responsibilities
TO the public: he did consider them
when the lady, breathless and severe
approached the bridge, while every
pound OF her ample form cast It's
weight upon the seal of her disap
proving, low-voiced and signihcant
Good evening. Professor Ashton.
Fran whistled.
The lady heard, burt she swept on
without once glancing back. There
was in her none of that saline ten
dency that made OF Lot widower;
the lady desired 10 see no more.
Fran opened her eyes at Abbott 70
their widest extent, as she demureiy
asked. How cold is it? My Their
mometer Is frozen.
The young man did not betray I'M
easiness. though he was really alarm
ed for his knowledge OF the neshy
lady enabled him To foresee gathering
clouds more sinister than those over
head. The obvious thing to be done
was 10 release the slender hand; ne
did so rather hastily.
Have | got you into trouble? iran
asyed with her eliish laugh II so,
Wen be neighbors, for that's where
live. Who was she?'
Miss Sapphire Clinton. he an
swered as, by common impulse, they
hogan walking toward Hamilton Greg
orys house. Bob Clinton sister,
and my landlady" The more Abbott
thought of his adventure the darker
II grew. before they reached their
destination. it had become deep
gray. cn,
that couldn't get through?
Yes hes the 'hali man
OF the school board !,
All" murmured Fran comprehend
lnglN. Al NTeBOIN SUI, So
Now you run back TO the tent anu
ri beard the lion by myself. know
IL has sharp teeth, but guess it won
bite me. Do try TO get back TO the
tent before the meetings over. Sho"
yourself there Parade mp and dowI
the aisles."
He laughed heartily. all the sorrieI
for her because he found himself IN
trouble.
1T was fun while it lasted. WASH
IT," Fran exclaimed. with sudden
gurgle.
part OF il was" he admitted
"Good-by. then little Nonparell
He held out his hand.
NO sir" cried Fan. clasping heI
hands behind her. That's what go'
YOU into trouble. Good-by. Run fol
It."
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