Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-06
TIMES REPUBLTCAN. KARsnAILrow IOWA, JUNE 1913

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my child to the world. Do you hear
nass That's my FAnl"
Grace sArank back n the SUSPICION
that Hamilton 0rsOory had soas md
ltko the rest Of the crowd. DO yoa
mean that you never want b soo me
again? Do you mean that you want
mo to marry Mr.. Clinton?"
Il do not caro- what you d." he
said, still moro roughly.
You do not care?" she stammered,
bewildered. What has happened?
You Do not care-for NOR
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 us7 After have
given you my-myeelf-"
Gregory seized her arm. a. II to hold
her OF. His eyes were burning dan.
gerously: Il saw murder in your heart
while you were watching Fran" he
whispered nercely That's my daush-
ter. do you understand? know you
now, know you now. :" He
stumbled down tho steps, pushing out
Of his way those who opposed his
progress.
Grace stared after him with blood
less checks and smoldering eyes.
Clearly. she decided, the sight Of
Fran's fearful danger had unbalanced
his mind. But how could he care 90
much about that Fran! And how
could he leave her, knowing that Rob
ert Clinton was beginning to climb
upward with eyes fastened upon her
face?
But it 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 to him
as an unlovely monster His sensitive
nature, always 2bnormally alive to out
ward Impressions, had thrilled re-
sponsively to the exultation of the au-
dience. He had endured the agony Of
suspense, he had shared the universal
enthusiasm. II, in a sense, he was q
series of moods, each the result Of
blind impulse, it so happened that
Grace's hiss-"It's the hand of God"
turned his love to aversion; she was
appealing as justification Of person.
al hatred. to 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 to besmirch. The furnace-heat
in which rash resolves are forged. was
cooled. Gregory had deserted Fran's
mother; he was false to Mrs. Gregory;
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: Il love you all You
have been mangled but for you per
feet heroes. Yes, thank you. .
Yes; feel fine. :. /. And, oh. men
| and women. l could Just feel your
spirits holding mine up till was so
high was in the clouds. That's what
subdued Samson. He knew wasn't
afraid. He knew it! And I wanted "a
win out for your sakes as we'll 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? My goodness, and
what q baby it is! No, I'm not
| . bit tired"
She stopped suddenly. on feeling a
crushing grip. She looked down, q
frown forming on her brow, but the
sun shone clear when she saw Abbott
Ashton. She gave him swift look. as
4 to penetrate his Utmost thoughts.
He met her eyes unfalteringly. Its
already nine o'clock" he said with sin.
gular composure. Don't forge. 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
Abbott think? Would he. henceforth,
see nothing but the show-girl Of tinsel
and trainers whip, for ever showing
through the clear glass of her real
self? At nine-thirty, what would Alb
bolt say to her? and how should she
reply? The thought Of him obscured
her vision of admiring faces. Her man:
ner lost its spontaneity.
Then, to her amazement, she beheld
Hamilton Gregory stumbling toward
her, looking neither to right nor left,
seeing none but her-Hamilton Greg
DRY at show! Hamilton Gregory
here, Of all places, his eyes wide. HE
head thrown back as il to bare hii
face to her startled gaze.
"Fran!" cried Gregory, thrustine
forth his arms to take her handa
Fran! Even now. the bars divide US
But oh, I am SO glad, so glad-and
God answered my prayer and saved
you. Fran-my daughter!"
(To Be Continued)
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