Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-05-28
CHATTER XVI.

!, crlArrEA XVI. !.
AaTamsr Of Lono.
The life az housslolA progresses.
usually by iinsenafble grsdations. TO-
ward sonney great event. some climax.
for tho buia1ing OF which each day has
furnished its grain Of sand. Today,
Hamilton Gregory and Grace Noir
were In the library. with nothing to
indicate tho approach OF the great mo-
msnt In their lives. It was Graoe's
tmpatsnce to drive Fran away even
before Robert Clinton should bring
the secret from Springfield. that pre-
cipitated matters.
/. MAY / speak to you. Mr.. Gregory 7"
lShe ROSE from tho typewriter. slightly
pale from sudden resolution.
Gregory never missed Z movement
OF his secretary. but now he lifted his
head ostsnsibly. 10 mako his observar
ton of6nial.
'It's about Mr.. Clinton" said Grace
IN q low voica. feeling her way to that
Fran"
He laid down his pen with frown.
Suddenly Ills missions In New York
and Chicago became dead weights.
Why Graces 'Mr. Clinton" instead Of
her customary Brother Clintonf" 1t
seemed to equip the school director
with formidable powers. Gregory has
tened to put him whore no belonged.
"Oh! SometAtng about Bob!" no
asked casually.
Har look was steady. her voice
humble: YES"
Her humility touched him profound.
ly. Knowing how unsuitable were
her resolutions. he made . desperate
attempk To divert lar mind: That Ia
settled. Miss Graos. and it's too late
now to alter the decision. for tho
school board has already voted US q
new OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES has been sent
his notification. Abbott Ashton Is out
of it, and It's all his fault. Bob was
the only one to stand up for him, but
he wasn't strong enough to hold his
friend above the wave Of popular opin-
ion Don't ask me- to interview Bob
for Admit Ashtoa."
I Grace calmly waited for this futility
TO pass: than with m air suggesting.
Nov. shalt We talk sennbly r she re-
stunned: II approve tho action Of the
school board 1t did we'll In dismiss-
ing Professor. Ashton. May I ask about
Mr.. Clinton? He urges mo to marry
him 1t once"
"Nonsensel" he exclaimed.
ut Is not nonsense" Grace calmly
responded. He thinks I could make
him q better man. We would work
among the very poor In the Chicago
settlements; maybe in one of your
own missions. often wonder IL
couldn't do moro good BY personal
contact with evil. than l can here,
with a person like Fran always clog
,ging my efforts."
He started up. Grace! You 90
away!-And-snd leave me and my
work."
"Lst Fran I'LL my position. You
think ahe,s tho daughter of your boy
hood fraend-it would give her posi-
ton and independencs."
mo one can over I'LL your place, y
Gregory claimed. with violence. His
cheeks burned. lambert flames
cleaned In his brown eyes. The eff
feet was startinsly beautiful. At such
exalted moments. thinking no evil be-
cause ceasing to think, grown all feel
ing, and 1t but an infinite longing, the
glow iof passion refined his face. al
ways delicately sensitive. The vision
of Grace. in giving herself to another.
like . devouring FIRE consumed those
Temporary supports that held him
above the shifting sands Of his inner
nature.
Grace! But Grace! You wouldn't
marry him!"
Because she found his beauty appeal.
ing to her an never before, her voice
was the colder: "Anyone's place can
be filed"
you don't care!" he cried out des.
perateiy.
TOR Mr.. Clinton? Yes. admire his
pesistence. In seeking God. and his
wish to work for mankind God comes
easier to some than to others. and I
believe could help
Gregory. ashast at her measured
tone, interrupted; but I mean that
you don't ea1e-don't care for me-"
"For" she began abruptly, then
added in an odd whisper. 'for you!"
Eyes, for me I, don't care
how much I suffer. or whether l sufI
fer at ALL mean my work. II It sui.
fers. II lose you. Grace"
A '-Oh. you will always have Fran"
"F1nn!" he calculated. $50 you
don't caro-. Grace !. It seems In
credible because care 20 much.
Graoe!" Hts accent was that Of utter
despair, ~How can I lose You since
you are everything! What would be
left to live fort Nobody else aympa-
thises with my aims, Who but you un-
derstsnds! oh, nobody win ever SYM
pathixe-ever care"
but, Mr.. Gregory" she began, con.
fused, Her face had grown white.
"Grace!" he caught her hand, expect
ing tt to be snatched away-the hand
he had hourly admired at It's work; he
could feel ito warmth, earess it, shape
liness-and 1t did net resist. It trem-
bled.
He was afraid to press It at nrst
lest It be wrenched tree; and then, the
next moment, he was clasping II con
vulsiyely. Fur the first time in her
life, Grace did not meet his eyes.
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