Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1913-10-24

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about it?" she softly interposed. THAT
is wisest until my decision is made.
, We were talking about Fran-do you
think this a good opportunity for Mrs.
Gregory to attend services? Fran can
stay with Mrs. jefferson"
II have no doubt" he said, still agi-
tated. that my wife would find it easy
enough to go to church. II she really
wanted to CO."
Mr.. Gregory" she reproved him.
WELL" lie cried. somewhat defiant
ly. don't you think she could go. If
she wanted tor"
Well" Grace answered slowly,
this girl will leave her without any
any excuse"
"Oh, Miss Grace, II my wife were
only-like you'll mean, about going
to church,"
Il consider It," she responded, the
most important thing in the world"
Her emphatic tone proved her sim
cerity. The church on Walnut street
stood. for her, as the ark; those who
remained outside, at the call OF the
bell, we're in danger of engulfment
After long silence. Grace looked
up from her typewriter. Mr.. Greg
ory." she said pausjngly. you are un-
happy"
Nothing could have been sweeter to
him than her sympathy. except happi-
ness itself. YES" he admitted. with
great sigh, Il am very unhappy, but
you understand me, and that is little
comfort II you should marry Bob
Clinton-Grace, tell me you'll not
think of 1t again"
And you are unhappy" said Grace,
steadfastly ruling Bob Clinton out of
the discussion, ION account of Fran"
He burst forth impulsively-'Ever
since she came to townl" He checked
himself But l owe it to my friend
to shelter her. She wants to stay and
and she'll have to. IL she demands
it."
do you owe more to your dead
friend" Grace asked, with passionate
solemnity, than to the living God?"
1 Il
her away" he persisted in nervous
haste. 81 can't. But heaven bless you.
Grace, for your dear thought of me-"
You will bless me with more rea-
son." said Grace softly, when Fran
decides to go away. She'll tire Of this
house, promise it. She'll go-just
waiti-shell go, as unceremoniously
as she came. Leave it to me, Mr.. Greg
ory" In her earnestness she started
up, and then, as II to conceal her
growing resolution, she walked swiftly
to the window as II to hold her manu-
script to the light. Gregory followed
her.
IF she would only go!" he groaned.
"Gracel Do you think you could?-
Yes, | will leave everything to you"
She'll co." Grace repeated fixedly.
The window at which they stood
overlooked the garden into which Fran
had wheeled old Mrs. Jefferson.
Fran, speaking through the ear
trumpet with as much caution as deaf
ness would tolerate, said, Dear old
lady, look up at the library window.
IL you please, for the muezzin has
climbed his minaret to call to prayers. /"
Very little of this reached its desti-
nation-muezzin was in great danger
Of complicating matters, but the old
lady caught library window" and held
1t securely. She looked up. Ham
ilton Gregory and Grace Noir were
standing at the tower window, to
catch the last rays of the sun. The
flag of truce between them was only
a typewriter sheet of manuscript.
Grace held the paper obliquely toward
the west; Hamilton leaned nearer and.
with his delicate white finger, pointed
out a word Grace nodded her head
in gentle acquiescence.
Amen" muttered Fran. Nov let
everybody sing!"
The choir leader and his secretary
vanished from sight.
"Just like the play In Hamlet" Fran
said haif-aloud. And now that the
inside play is over, guess it's time
for old Ham to be doing something"
Mrs. Jefferson gripped the arms OF
her wheel-chair and resumed her tale
as If she had not been interrupted. II
was of no interest as a story, yet pos
sessed a sentimental value from the
fact that all the characters save the
raconteur were dead, and possibly all
but her forgotten. Fran loved to hear
the old lady evoke the shades of long