The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1913-10-11

me?' she asked with admirable re
! straint
u Miss Grace!" Hamilton Gregory ex
claimed. disturbed. That she should
De driven from his table by an insult
10 their religion was intolerable Miss
Grace-forgive her"
Mrs. Gregory was pale, for she, too,
mao felt the blow. Fran" she ex-
claimed reproachfully.
Old Mrs. Jefferson stared from the
girl seated at the table to the erect
secretary, and her eyes kindled with
admiration. Had Fran commanded the
dragon" to "stand?"
Simon Jefferson held his head close
70 his plate, as if hoping the storm
might pass over his head.
Don't go away" Fran cried. ever.
come at sight of Mrs. Gregory's dis
tress. sit down, Miss Noir. Let me
oe the one TO leave the room. since IL
isn't big enough for both of US" She
oarted up, and ran to the head of the
table.
Mrs. Gregory buried her face in her
hands.
Don't you bother about me-" Fran
coaxed; ito think Of giving you pain.
dear lady! | wouldn't hurt VOL for
anything in the world, and the nor.
son who would isn't worthy of being
touched by my foot" and Fran
stamped her foot. IF It'll make Won |
mite happier. I'll go to church, and
Sunday-school, and prayer meeting.
ana the young peoples society, and the
Ladies Aid, and the missionary So
ciety. and the choir practice. and the
night service and-and-" She darted
from the room
Grace looked at Gregory, seeming
10 ask him If, after this outrageous he.
havior. he would suffer Fran to dwell
under his roof. or course, Mrs Greg.
Dry did not count; Grace made no ar
Tempt 10 understand this woman who,
while seemingly of yielding nature,
-ould show such hardness. such a fixed
purpose IN separating herself from her
husbands spiritual adventures II g
naoe Grace feel So sorry for the hus. ,
'and that she quietly Resumed her
'lace at the table
Grace was now more than ever re.
Owed that she would drive Fran
.Way-it had become religious duty
10" could 1t be accomplished? The
way was already prepared; the score
airy was convinced that Fran WAS an
mpostor. 1t was merely needful IN
rove that the girl was not the daueb.
er or Gregory's dead friend. Grace
,ould nave to delve into the past, DOS. '
IDLY visit the scenes Of Gregory's
outh-but it would pay. She looked
her employer with an air suggest.
lg protection.
Gregory's face relaxed on finding
mself once more near her Forth
ately for his peace of mind. he could {
d read the purpose hidden behind |
ose beautiful eyes.
Il wonder" Simon Jefferson erovled \
WY somebody doesn't badger me to
to church," Indignant because
AN had fed the pleasing fields Of
interested vision. he paused, as
to invite antagonism, a.
nc announced, This talk has excit-
me. If we can't live and let live.
go and take my meals at Miss de
pphira Clinton's." wi
No one dared to answer him M,
en- Grace. He marched into the gar. I'll
where Fran sat huddled upon q 70,
stic bench. II was just saving" oc
non told her ingratiatingly, that IL to
this TODD over religion isn't put a sci
'p to, I'll take my meals at the Gin. ha
ISL"
ran looked up at him without NOV vo,
her chin from her palms. and asked wb
she tried, apparently, to tie her tin
I into a knot, Isn't that whore ain
bolt Ashton boards?" he,
DO you mean Professor Ashton p. 90 ;
returned. with subtle reproof. ito,
ran. still detected, nodded care,ess. m.
We're both after the same man" aIe,
imon lit the pipe which his rhvsi- ON
had warned him was bad for his clio,
TT. Yes, Professor Ashton boards !"
he Clintons'." ;,
Must be awfully jolly at the Gin. of
- Fran said wiStfuIIu