The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-11-09
: TIE II FOOL
BY Charming Pollock.

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moment, both tense. 1t was Daniel
who turned and lifted his hand to
his face.
"Tm sorry, Daniel" said DR.. Wad-
ham, his tone softening, II know
you've been happy in your work
here. l know your failure hurts.
But you saw it coming, and you
wouldn't turn aside"
He looked up, his eyes flashing.
"The man who turns away fbom
his vision-ies!" he cried. His voice
/ Gained. "It's all right, DOCTOR" he
| said. =
He reached for DR.. Wadham's
hand and shook it. He was smiling
smiling sadly.
CHAPTER vi
Rejected
DR.. Wadham welcomed the EN-
trance Of Glare Jewett. He was not
| alone in that. 1t was relief for one,
solace for the other.
"Well, Miss Jewett," the rector
beamed. II thought you'd gone long
ago."
mo-" Clare answered with an air
of fatigue. "I'm on my way now.
Mr.. Hinkle cut his finger. I've been
applying first aid.
"Womah's traditional mission-to
bind our wounds" DR.. Wadham
wagged a finger at her. He had
crossed to the door. Turning, his eyes
met Daniel. 1t came to him that
his remark had another significance.
ITO bind our Well, l must be 60.
ing. Step into my study in the morn
ing, Daniel, and we'll have look at
your sermon"
Glare watched him ,out. She was
irritated.
| she said petulantly. Then she no.
ticed that Gilchrist had not spoken.
Anything on your mind, DAM" she
asked.
"What do you" he started, look
| ing up quickly.
II mean anything special to do"
"Oh-no," he responded, relieved.
"Take me home," she commanded
gently.
The quiet smile came back
"I'm getting my Christmas pres
| ent early" he said, reaching for his
hat.
"Where's your coat?" she asked
absently.
"Outside- That is, lent it to
| friend. Oh, I've got anotherx-
somewhere"
| "But you can't do out without a
coat. It's cold" She glanced at
her wrist watch. Anyway, told
! a taxi man to come at, half-past 4.
That's the worst of not having a cdr.
! Well, We may as we'll sit down." She
was watching him closely. whats
! the matter with you, Dan?" she said
| at length.
Nothing important" he said,
| lodging her eyes.
"Thcre will be if you insist on GO,
ing around without an overcoat."
She looked at him narrowly. you're
too generous" His eyes were far
| away. 81 say" she repeated,
"you're too generous. How are we
going to be married if you 60 on
giving things away?"
us generosity fault in a hus-
band?" he laughed.
"That depends" she returned.
seriously. as it true you've been
giving away-well-large sums Of
money!"
"Who told you that?"
"A little bird. And that you've re-
fused to take part of your income? ?"
little bird tell you THAR"
Eyes"
Birds talk too much"
"Is it true?'
about the money? Yes"
'"Why?" a4 ~
well, there's the strike, and a
good deal Of unemployment, and I've
got so much. Why-Tve got you'll"
He turned to her eagerly.
Lets not talk about that now"
she said, rising. Then suddenly her
face changed. 1t took on something
! of the obscurity the shadows were
giving to the great empty church
| room. eyes, let's" she decided sit
ting down beside him again. "You're
so changed. I hardly know you. We
don't seem to want the same things
any more"
"What do you want, Clare?" he
asked earnestly.
Play copyrighted, 1922, in the
United States and. England. Novel
lied version by special permission
LOT the author, and of Brentano's,
publishers of the play.