Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1913-12-05

wealthy man, deeply Interested in charity
work, and Is q pillar OF the church. Ash
and, while taking leave of her, holds her
hand and Is seen by Sapphire Clinton.
sister of Robert Clinton. chairman of the
school board.
CHAPTER Iv-Fran tells Gregory she
want a home with him. Grace Noir.
lent dislike to Fran and advises her to go
away at once. Fran hints at a twenty
year-old secret, and Gregory, In agitation,
asks Grace to leave the room.
CHAPTER v-Fran relates a story Of
how Gregory married a young girl at
Springfield while attending college and
then deserted her, Fran, is the child OF
present wife three years before the death
of Fran's mother.
CHAPTER vI-Fran hnds Mrs. Greg
Org a sweet. sincere woman and takes a
ssi Huu g nsF- wnor1 ,nvy 1,anu. nuu-
and if you"
Mrs. Gregotry looked up quietly.
Her voice seemed woven of the silk
threads she was stitching in the white
pattern. "If l am not a member of
the church, sitting an hour in the
building couldn't make me one"
Simon Jefferson cried out, is that
my sister Lucy? Blessed If l thought
she had so much spiriti"
DO you call that spirit" returned
Gregory, with displeasure.
"Well!" snorted Simon, "what do
you call it, them"
Perhaps" responded Gregory, with
marked disapprobation, perhaps it
was spirit"
Grace, still attired for the street
looked down upon Mrs. Gregory as If
turned to stone. Her beautiful face
expressed something like a horror at
khe others irreverence.
Fran shook back her hair, and
watched with cleaning eyes from be-
hind the stats, not unlike a small
wild creature peering from its cage.
"Oh," cried Fran, Miss Noir feels
$50 bad!"s
Grace swept from the hall, her
rounded figure instinct with the suffer-
ings of a martyr.
Fran murmured, "That killed heri"
"And you!" cried Gregory, turning
suddenly in blind anger upon the
-other-"you don't care whose heart
you break"
II haven't any power over hearts"
retorted Fran, gripping her fingers till
her hands were little white balls. "Oh,
If I only had! I'd get at 'em If /
c~ould-like this :"
She leaped to her feet.
"Am 1 always to be defed by your
he exclaimed; "is there to be no end
to it? But suppose I put an end to
it. myself-tell you that this is no
place for you
you shall never say thati". Mrs.
Gregory spoke VI distinctly, but not
in his loud tones. She dropped her
work in some agitation, and drew Fran
to her heart. 81 have a friend here,
Hamilton-one friend-and she must
stay"
Don't be uneasy, dear one" Fran
looked up lovingly into the frightened
face. "He won't tell me to go. He
won't put an end to it. He won't tell
me a~nything!"
Listen to me, Lucy" said Gregory,
his tone altering, yes, she must stay
that's settled-she must stay. OF
course. But you-why will you refuse
what I ask, when for years you were
one of the most faithful attendants
at the Walnut Street church? I am
asking you to go next Sunday because
well, you know how people judge
by appearances. I'm not asking II
for my sake-of ourse l know your
real character-but go for Miss
Grace's sake-go to show her where
you stand"
"How is 1t about church attendance.
anyway" asked Fran, with the air of
one who seeks after knowledge. Il
thought you went to church for the
Lords sake. and not for Miss Noir's."
Il have given you my answer, Mr.,
Gregory" said his wife family, but
i am sorry that 1t should make me
seem obstinate"
He uttered a groan, and left the hall
In despair. His gesture said that he
must give 1t up.
Mrs. Gregory folded her work, her
face pale and drawn, her lips tremu-
1ous. She looked at Fran and tried to
smile. I'VE must go to rest now,"
she said-"if we can"