The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-08-26
He turned upon her squarely.

He turned upon her squarely.
Where did you ever learn how to
say such things as that?" he de-
manded.
1t was an opening for mockery and
good-natured raillery, but she did not
make use OF It, Instead, she let him
look as deeply as he pleased into the
velvety eyes when she said 1T is
given to some Of us to see and to
understand where others have to learn
slowly, letter by letter Surely, your
own gift has told you that, Mr.. Girls
wold?"
1T has" he acknowledged 'But
have found few who really do under
stand"
(which is to say that you haven't
yet found your other self. isn't 1t?
Perhaps that will come, too. II you'll
only be patient-and not expect too
many other gifts of the gods along
with the one priceless gift of perfect
sympathy"
when find the one priceless gift,
shall confidently expect to find ev-
erything else" he asserted, still held
willing prisoner by the bewitching
eyes
She laughed softly you'll be dis
appointed. The gift you demand will
preclude some of the others; as the
others would certainly preclude it.
How can you be an author and not un-
derstand that?"
81 am not an author. | am sorry to
say" he objected. Il have written
but the one book, and | have never
been able to find publisher for It,"
"But you are not going to give up?"
mo; | am going to rewrite the
book and try agaln-and yet again, II
needful. 1t is my message to man
kind. and mean to deliver It,"
"Bravo!" she applauded, clapping
her hancs In little burst OF enthu-
slasm which, If 1t we're not real, was
at least an excellent stimulation. ut
is only the weak ones who say, L
hope. For the truly strong hearts
there is only one battle cry, willv
When you get blue and discouraged
you must come to me and let me
cheer you. Cheering people is my
mission, if have any
Griswold's pale face flushed and the
blood sang liltingly in his veins. He
wondered II she had been. tempted to
read the manuscript of the book while
he was fighting his way back to con.
sciousness and life. If they had been
alone together, he would have asked
her. The bare possibility set all the
springs of the authors vanity upbub-
bling within him. There and then he
promised himself that she should hear
the rewriting of the book. chapter by
chapter. But what he said was out
Of deeper and worthier underthought.
you have many missions, Miss
Margery; some of them you choose,
and some are chosen for you"
NO." she denied; nobody has ever
chosen for me-"
That may be true. without making
me a false prophet. Sometimes when
we think we are choosing for our
selves, chance chooses for us; oftener
than not, believe"
She turned on him quickly, and for
single swiftly passing instant the
velvety eyes were deep wells of sober
ness with an indefinable underdepth
Of sorrow in them. Griswold had a
sudden conviction that for the first
time in his knowing of her he was
looking into the soul of the real Mar
gerry Grierson.
what you call chance may pos
sibly have a bigger and better name"
she said gravely.
Some little time after this Raymer,
who had been one of the men intro
duced by Jasper Grierson, turned up
again in the inyalids corner. Raymer