Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-10-15


aoie to tell EN- apart, might buy
one" he said, half humorously. And
then: you must We baen having a
mighty particular custpmer-to get
so many Of 'em out"
II was Mr.. Griswold, afr. Ed Ray
mers new partner" sald the clerk
And he was pretty particular: wouldn't
nave anything but these new-fash-
Toned automatics. Said ne wanted
something that would be quick and
sure. and guess he's got It'll sold
him two of EN-"
Brofan played with the stock long
enough to convince the clerk that he
was only counter lounger with no In.
tention of buying. TOOK two of 'em.
dld he?-for fear one might make him
SICK, reckon" he said, with the half.
humorous grin still lurking ander the
dropping mustaches. Automatic thirty
twos, Ell? Well, amt goin' to try to
mold your Mr.-Griscom, did you call
nim?-up none after this. Ha might
git me-"
Whereupon, having found ont what
he wanted to know, he lounsed out
again and went back to the hotel to
smoke another OF the reflective cigars
In the porch chair which had come to
be his by right of frequent and long
continued occupancy.
Griswold had left the Mereslde
library considerably shaken. not in his
convictions, to be sure, but in his con
hdence in his own powers of imagi-
native analysis. For this cause 1t re-
quired a longer after-dinner stay at
the Farnham's than he had been allow
ing himself, to re-establish the norm
OF self-assurance. Charlotte Farnham
was never enthusiastic: that, perhaps,
would be asking too much of an ideal;
but what she lacked in warmth was
made up in cool sanity, backed by a
moral sense that seemed never to wa
yer. Unerringly she placed her finger
upon the human weaknesses In his
book people, and unfalteringly she
bade him reform them.
For his Fidelia, as he described her,
she exhibited gentle affection, tenn
pered by compassionate pity for her
weaknesses and waverings; an atti-
tude, he fatuously told himself, forced
upon her because her own standards
were 30 much higher than any he
could delineate or conceive. For Joan
there was also compassion, but It was
mildly contemptuous.
III / did not know that you are In
capable of doing such thing, might
wonder II you are not drawing your
Joan from life, Mr.. Griswcld," she said,
a little coldly, on this same evening of
rehabilitations. "Since such characters
are to be found in real life. suppose
they may have place In book. But
you must not commit the objectionable
sin of making your readers condone
the evil in her for the sake of the good
Please forget what l have said about
your Fidelia and-and your Joan. You
are trying to make them human, and
that is as 1t should be-"
Griswold could scarcely believe the
evidence of his senses. He told him
self fiercely that he would never be-
lieve, without the confinement Of
fact, that the ideal could step down
from its pedestal.
"You are meaning to be kind to me
now, at the expense OF your convic-
lions, Miss Charlotte" he protested
warmly.
NO" she denied gravely. Listen.
and you shall judge. Once. only
short time ago, was brought face to
face with one of these terrible COM
promises. In a single instant, and by
no fault of my own, the dreadful shears
OF fate were thrust into my hands, and
conscience-what / have been taught
to call the Christian conscience-told
me that with them ] must snip the
thread of mans life. And then chance
threw us together. A new world was
opened to me in those few moments.
had thought that there could be no
possible question between simple right
and wrong, but almost in his first word
the man convinced me that, whatever
| might think or the world might say,
his conscience had fully and freely ac-
quilted him. And he proved 1t; proved
it so that / can never doubt II as long
as / live. He made me do what my
conscience had been telling me ought
to do-iust as your Fleming makes
Fidelia do"
"And he was taken?" he said, and he
strove desperately to make the saying
completely colorless.
HE was; but he made his escape
again, almost at once. He is still
free man."
Instantly the primitive instinct OF
self-preservation, the instinct Of the
hunted fugitive, sprang alert in the
listener.
How can you be sure of that?" he
asked, and In his own ears his voice
sounded like the clang of an alarm
bell.
Again a silence fell. surcharged, this
one, with all the old frightful posi-.
bilities. Once more the loathsome
fever quickened the pulses of the man