The Detroit times., 1913-01-06

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But"
They gained the street before the
courthouse which by courtesy pass
ed under the name OF "the city
square" Grace's hand grew tense
on Gregory's arm-"Lookl"
Her whisper was lost In the wind.
but Gregory. following her fright
ened glance, saw Robert Clinton
elbowing his way through the
crowd. forcing his progress bluntly.
or jovially. according 10 the nature
OF obstruction. lie did not see them
and. by lodging, they escaped.
The nearness of danger had paled
Grace's cheeks Gregory accepted
his own trembling as natural, but
Grace's evident fear acted upon his
nebulous state OF mind In a way TO
condense jumbled emotions and de-
ceptive longings into something like
real thought. II they were in the
right, why did they feel such ex-
pansive relief when the crowd swept
them from the sidewalk to bear them
far away from Robert Clinton?
The merry-go-round. its very
music travelling I'm a circle, clashed
its steam-whistling and organ-wail-
ings against drum-and-trombone
band. while these distinct strata OF
sound were cut across by an out
cropping of graphophones and mega
phones. Upon an open-air platform.
a minstrel troupe, by dint of falsetto
inarticulateness, futile banjoes. and
convulsive dancing. demonstrated
how little of art one might obtain
for dime. Always out OF sympathy
with such displays, but now more
than ever repealed by them, Grace
and Gregory hurried away TO find
themselves penned in a court, sur
rounded on all sides by strident cries
of "barkers," cracking reports from
target-practice, fusillades at the
doll-babies," changing jars from
strength-testers and the like; while
from this horrid field of misguided
energy, there was no outlet save the
narrow entrance they had unwilling
ly used.
"Horrible!" exclaimed Grace, half
stumbling over the tent-ropes that
entangled the ground. 1--WE must
get out of this"
II was not easy to turn about, so
dense was the crowd.
Scarcely had they accomplished
the Vancouver when Grace exclaim-
ed below her breath, There he Isl"
Sure enough, Robert Clinton stood
at the narrowest point of their way.
He was clinging to an upright, and
while thus lifted above the heads OF
the multitude, sought to scan every
face
ct don't think he has seen u.s."
muttered Hamilton Gregory, in
lowering his head.
1--WE can't get out now" Grace
lamented. mo, he hasn't seen US
yet. But that's the only place Of
OF escape-and he keeps looking so
curiously--he must have been to the
store He knows I'm away He
may have gone to the house.
It was because every side-show OF
the carnival company had insisted
on occupying space around the
courthouse, and because this space
was meager, that the country folk
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showed In such compressed numbers
at every turn. In reality, however.
they were by no means countless;
and II Roberts eagle glance con-
tinued to travel from face to face,
with that maddening thorough
ness
WED better separate" Gregory
hoarsely whispered. We'll meet at
the station"
mo. II he sees us, what would
be the use? Anyway, he'll have to
know tomorrow every
body will know-tomorrowl No.
said Grace. overcoming a slight In
decision, "the important thing is not
to be stopped. whoever sees Come
this way"
But there's no chance out. that
way" Gregory returned. with the
obstinacy Of the weak. And IL he
does see us, II won't do to be seem