Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1915-10-02
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able to tell .em apart. 1 might buy
one" he said. half humoroasly- And
them You must we been having a
mighty particular customer-to get
SO many of 'em out"
1T was Mr.. GriswoId, Mr. Ed Ray
mer's new partner said the clerk.
And he was pretty particular; wouldn' t
have anything but these new-fash=
Toned automatics- Said he wanted
something that would be quick and
sure, and I guess he's got i'll sold
him two of EN-
Broff1n 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.
did he?-for fear one might make him
sick. reckon" he said, with the half
humorous grin still lurking under the
dropping mustaches. Automatic thirty
twos. Ell? Well, l amt goin' to try to
hold your Mr.-Griscom. did you call
him up none after this He might
git me-
Whereupon. having found out what
he wanted to know. he lounged 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 Mereside
library considerably shaken, not in his
convictions, to be sure, but in his con-
fidence in his own powers of imagi-
native analysis. For this cause it 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
moral sense that seemed never to wa
YER Unerringly she placed her finger
upon the human weaknesses in his
book people, and unfalteringly she
babe him reform them.
For his Fidelia, as he described her.
she exhibited a 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 SO much higher than any he
could delineate or conceive. For Joan
there was also compassion, but it was
mildly contemptuous.
IF did not know that you are in
capable of doing such thing, might
wonder if you are not drawing your
Joan from life, Mr.. Griswold," she said,
little coIdly, on this same evening of
rehabilitations. Since such characters
are to be found in real life, suppose
they may have place in a book. But
you must not commit the objectionable
al Of II a
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 it should be-
Grfswold 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-
| tions, Miss Charlotte he protested
warmly.
NO." she denied grave1y. Listen.
and you shall judge. Once. only a
short time ago. l 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 1 have been taught
| to call the Christian conscience-told
me that with them I must snip the
| thread of a 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
1 the man convinced me that, whatever
1 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 1t as long
as 1 live. He made me do what my
conscience had been telling me ought
to do-just 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 a
| free man."
Instantly the primitive instinct oil
Misrepresentation, 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