The Detroit times., 1913-01-06
II Want to
Belong to
Somebody"
CHAPTER Xxx.
(Contlnued.)

Fran thanked herself that Grace
was no longer silhouetted against the
horizon, and Gregory, remarking this
attitude OF self-congratulation, was
thrown more than ever out OF sym
PATTY with his daughter. Fran was
indefatigable In her duties as secrs
tary, but her father felt that 1t was
not the same. She could turn out an
immense amount OF work because she
was strong and playing for high
stakes-but she did not have Grace's
methodical ways-one never knew
how Fran would do anything, only
that she would do IT, Grace was all
method, but more than that she was,
as Gregory phrased II to himself
she was all Grace.
Gregory missed her every minute
Of the day, and the harder Fran tried
10 fill her place, the more he resented
1t. He OWNED that Fran hated the
routine, the monotonous forms Of
charity. the duplicated copies OF kina
acts, the rows of figures representing
SO many unfortunates. Instead OF ac-
knowledging TO himself that his
ing for his love, from resolution TO
save him from the Characterization
by absent treatment, he perverscly
Iebelled at her secretly rejoicing over
conquered foe. Fran was separated
from his sympathies by the chasm in
his own soul.
The time came when Gregory felt
that he must see Grace again and
be alone with her. At first, he had
bought they must not meet apart
from the world; but by the end OF The
week, he was wondering what excuse
ne could offer to induce her to meet
him-not at Miss Sapphira's, where
she now boarded, not at the grocery
where Bob was always lowering
about-but somewhere remote. some
where safe, where they might ;alli
about-but he had no idea of the con-
versation that might ensue: there
was nothing definite in anything save
his fixed thought OF being with her.
AS to any. harm. there could be none.
He had so long regarded Grace as
the best woman in the world, that
even after the day OF kisses, his mind
continued in its inertia OF faith--eveE
the gravitation Of material facts were
unable to check its sublime course.
1t was at the close of a July day
that Hamilton Gregory left his house
resolved. at any cost-save that of
exposure-to experience once more
the only pleasure life held in reserve
for him; nearneSs TO Grace Noir. She
might be at the store, since all shops
were to remain open late, in hopes OF
reaping sordd advantages from the
gaiety of mankind. In word, Little
burg was in the grip of its first street
fair.
Before going downtown. Gregory
strolled casually within sight OF tho
Clinton clearinghouse Only Miss
Sapphire was on the green veranda.
She had watched the ceaseless
streams OF humanity pouring along
either sidewalk, destined for the heart
OF the small town--countless hordes
REINFORCED from rural districts by eX
cursion trains. From the very ground |
they seemed to spring, these autoch-
thones OF confetti and side-shows. Or |
they flowed, stormy with horn ana |
whistle and hideous balloons whose |
horrid pipes squealed the music d
modern Pan; they overwhelmed the |
native population with elusive ticker |
and rubber-stringed ball: here were |
TO be seen weary mothers reaching |
forth for greater wear ness; JOY |
scourged fathers driven TO the money. |
changers; frenzied children at last III |
Fairyland.