Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-01-16

81 Don't Think He Has Seen U.s."
and the crowd pressed them close to-
gether-and she was always beauti-
full and divinely formed. The pros
pect of complete possession filed him
with ecstasy, while Grace herself
yielded to the love that had outgrown
all other principles of conduct.
They gained the street before the
courthouse which by courtesy passed
under the name of the city square,"
Grace's hand grew tense on Gregory's
arm-"Look!"
Her whisper was lost In the wind,
but Gregory, following her frightened
glance, saw Robert Clinton elbowing
his way through the crowd, forcing
his progress bluntly, or jovially, &C.
cording to the nature of obstruction
He 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 deceptive long
ings into something like real thought.
If they were In the right, why did
they feel such expansive relief when
the crowd swept them from the side
walk to bear them far away from
Robert Clinton?
The merry-go-round, its very music
travelling in a circle, FLASHED its stem
whistlings and organ, wailings against
q drum-and-trombone band, while these
distinct strata of sound were cut
across by an ~outcropping of graphic
phones and megaphones. 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now more than ever repealed by them,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,
surrounded on all sides by strident
cries of "barkers," cracking reports
from target-practice, fusillades at the
"dollbabies,' changing jars from
strength-testers. and the like; while
from this horrid field of misguided en-
ergy, there was no outlet save the mar
row entrance they had unwittingly
used.
"Horrible!" exclaimed Grace, half
stumbling over the t%ent-ropes that
entangled the ground. 1--WE must get
out of this"
1t was not easy to turn about, SO
dense was the crowd.
Scarcely had they accomplished the
maneuver when Grace exclaimed be-
low her breath, There he isl"
Sure enough, Robert Clinton stood
at the arrowes point of their way.
He was clinging to an upright, and
while thus lifted above the heads Of
the multitude, sought to sea every
face.
II don't think he has seer U.S." NUT
tered Hamilton Gregory, ~instinctively
lowering his head.
I'VE can't get out now" Grace
lamented. "No, he hasn't seen US
yet. But that's the only place of-of
escape-and he keeps looking SO curl
ously-he must have been to the store.
He knows I'm away. He may have
gone to the house."
1t was because every side-show of
the carnival company had insisted on
occupying space around the court
house, and because this space was
meager, that the country folk and ex-
c~ursionists and townsmen showed in
such compressed numbers at every
turn. In reality, however, they were
by no means countless; and IL Rob-
ert's eagle glance continued to travel
from face to face, with that madden
ing thoroughness-
"We'd better separate" Gregory
hoarsely whispered. "We1l meet at
the station"
mo. II he sees US, what would be
the use? Anyway, he'll have to know
tomorrow everybody will know
tomorrow! No." said Grace, overcom-
ing a slight indecision, "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 OBJ
stinacy of the weak. "And If he does
see us, 1t won't do to be seeming to
try to hide"
But we are hiding" Grace said def
nitely. Possibly we can keep moving
about, and he will go away"
"Why should we hide, anyhow" de-
manded Gregory, with sudden show of
spirit.
To that. she made no reply. If he
didn't know, what was the use to tell
him?
Gregory moved on, but glanced back
over his shoulder. Nov, he's getting