The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-30

Gregory's brain. What mocking To-
tality, that it should have been Grace
to send Robert on his terrible Grand
an errand which must result in ruin!
Mrs. Gregory would be pitied when
it became known how she had been de-
ceived; Fran would be pitied because
she was a disowned daughter; Grace
would be pitied for trusting in the in
tegrity of her employer-but Gregory,
who of all men needed pity most,
would be utterly despised. He did not
think of himself alone but of his works
of charity-they, too, would fall, in his
disgrace, and Walnut Street church
even religion itself-would be dis
credited because of an exposure that
could avail nothing. t
Gregory had been too long proclaim
ing the living God not to feel Him as
Presence, and in this Presence he
felt shuddering fear that could sug-
gest no relief but Precipitation. He as
well as Abbott Ashton had kept him
self informed of Roberts movements
Sapphire, hence the day of Roberts
return found his thought of atonement
at it's most frenzied stage.
AS evening wore on, he made up his
mind to the fatal step.
Before Robert could oppose him,
Gregory would confess. Now that
the last hour had come, he sought his
wife, Keeling like a sick man as he
descended the hall stairs.
Mrs. Gregory was softly playing an
old hymn, when he discovered her
presence in the brilliantly lighted par
lor. Grace was expecting visit from
Clinton and had made the room cheer
full for his coming, and Mrs. Gregory,
looking in and finding no one present,
had sunk upon the stool before the
piano. She did not see her husband,
for her face was bent low as she feel
ingly played. "I Need Thee Every
Hour"
Gregory; well-nigh overwhelmed
with the gealizasjo of what he meant
to do, grasped the door for support.
Presently he spoke, brokenly, Lucy,
how true that is--we do, indeed. need
Him every hour
She did not start at his voice, though
his presence had been unsupported.
She raised her serious eyes, and OBJ
served his haggard face. mr.. Greg
DRY, you are ILL.,
"No--the light hurts my eyes" He
- &t,0 iuhfc ond droxIy ri ai In.
near her. The room was partly re-
vealed by an electric arc that swung
at the street concerts mellowed
beams entered the open window.
Lucy, / have something very impor-
tant to say to you
Her fingers continued to wander
among the keys, making the hymn
barely audible, then letting it die
away, only to be revived.
Lucy, | have never spoken OF this
before, but it has seemed to ME for
long time that we have wandered
rather far apart-yes, very far apart.
We sit close together, alone, our hands
could touch, but our souls live in Diff
way?"
She ceased playing abruptly, and
ferent worlds. Do you ever feel that
answered almost in whisper, Yes. y
Perhaps it is my fault" said Greg
DRY, although l know that if you had
taken more interest in what interests
me, if you had been true to the Faith
as | have tried to be"
81 have been true to you,' said Mrs.
Gregory.
"Of course-of course-there is no
question of our being true to each
other. / feel that am not wholly to
blame. Lucy, it has been my fault
and it has been your fault-that is
how / look at it"
There .sas silence, then she said
"There seems nothing to be done"
GLOW do you mean? You speak as
if our love were dead and buried"
She rose abruptly, saying, "And It's
grave unmarked"
"Sit down, Lucy haven't told you
what l came to tell-->gou must listen
and try to see it as, see it. Let us
he reasonable and discuss the future
in ain sensible End matter-of-tact
way. If you will agree
81 will not agree to it" she answered
firmly. LET me go, Mr. Gregory
there is no need ever to bring up that
subject"
He had risen, and now in blank
amazement, he stared at her, repeat