The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-01-08

the very lOSt-uou I you see MI Yin
ton? And Simon Jefferson Is now
pointing us out. We can't go down
that way"
"We," Gregory harshly echoed
I'VE! have nothing TO do with you.
Grace Noir. Go 10 him. II you Will
Grace turned ashen pale, What
do YOU mean" she stammered. you
tell me TO so TO Mr.. Clinton?
Il tell you 10 20 where YOU please.
That girl yonder Is my daughter. do
YOU understand? Don't hold me back
shall go 10 her and proclaim her as
AZ child 10 the world. DO you near
me? That's my Fran
Grace shrank back in the suspicion
that Hamilton Gregory had gone mad
Ike the rest or the crowd DO yeti
mean that you never want 10 see me
again? Do you mean that you want
me To marry Mr.. Clinton
II do not care what you do" he said,
still more roughly.
You do not carer" she stammered,
bewildered. What has happened!
You do not care-for me-?
She looked deep into his eyes, but
found no incense burning there. The
shrine was cold.
Mr.. Gregory And after all that
has passed between us? After l have
given you my-myself-"
Gregory seized her arm. as II 10
hold her OF. His eyes were burning
dangerously: 81 saw murder In your
heart while you were watching Fran,
he whispered fiercely. That's my
daughter. do you understand? | know
you now. know you now. - He
stumbled down the steps pushing
out OF his way those who opposed his
progress.
Grace stared after him with blood
less cheeks and smoldering eyes.
Clearly. she decided, the sight OF
Fran's fearful danger had unbalanced
his mind. But how could he leave
her. knowing that Robert Clinton was
beginning TO climb upward with eyes
fastened upon her face?
But II was not the sight OF Fran's
danger that had for ever alienated
Gregory from Grace Noir. In an in
slant, she had stood revealed 10 him
as an unlovely monster. His sensitive
nature. always abnormally alive to
outward impressions. had thrilled re-
sponsively tO the exultation OF the
audience. He had endured the agony
OF suspense. he had shared the uni
versal enthusiasm. If. in sense, he
was series of moods. each the re-
suit OF blind impulse. ii so happened
that Grace's hiss-"It's the hand or
Cod" turned his love TO aversion; she
was appealing as JUSTIFICATION or per
sonal hatred, 10 the God they were
both betraying.
Grace began to tremble as she
watched Robert Clinton coming up,
and Hamilton Gregory descending.
She had trusted foolishly to broken
reed, but 1t was not too late to pre-
serve the good name she had been
about 20 besmirch. The furnace heat
in which rash resolves are forged. was
cooled. Gregory had deserted Fran's
mother; he was false TO Mrs. Greg
DRY; he would perhaps have betrayed
Grace In the end but Clinton was at
hand, and his alteration would endure
In the meantime. the voice OF Fran
was TO be heard above that OF the
happy crowd: II love you all You
helped me do II. l should certainly
have been mangled but for you per-
feet heroes. Yes, thank you. . Yes,
| feel fine. i. And. oh. men and wom-
en-, I could just feel your spirits hold
ing mine up TIL was so high was
in the clouds. That's what subdued
Samson. He knew / wasn't afraid.
He knew Il. And wanted TO win out
for your sakes as well as my own
yes did Thank you men. Thank
you. women. Well, II here aren't
the children. too-bless your brave
hearts. And is that your baby?
Ny goodness. and what baby 1t
Is. :. No. I'm not bit tired"
She stopped suddenly, on feeling a
crushing grip. She looked down
frown forming on her brow, but The
sun shone clear when she saw Abbott
Ashton. She gave him a swift look,
as II to penetrate his Utmost thoughts.
He met her eyes unfalteringly. ITS
already nine o'clock" he said with
singular composure. Don't forget
nine-thirty."
Then he disappeared in the crowd.
Fran saw the ranks thinning before
her. She was glad, for suddenly she
found herself very tired. What would
hDDOll lniuh NOulu It, hCANCAOANAt
see nothing but the showgirl OF tinsel
and trainers whip, for ever showing
through the clear glass of her real
self? At ninethirty, what would Alb
bott say to her? and how should she
reply? The thought of him obscured
her vision OF admiring faces. Her
manner lost its spontaneity.
Then, TO her amaZement, she beheid
Hamilton Gregory stumbling toward
her, looking neither TO right nor left,
seeing none but her-Hamilton Greg.
DRY at a show. Hamilton Gregory
here, Of all places, his eyes wide, his
head thrown back as II TO bare his
face 10 her startled gaze
Fran" cried Gregory, thrusting
forth his arms TO stake her hands.
Fran" Even now, the bars divide
US. But oh, / am SO glad, so giau--
and God answered my prayer and
saved you, Fran-my daughter"
tContInued)
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