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Fran arrives at Hamilton Gregory's
home in Littleburg, but finds him absent, -
conducting the choir at a camp meeting.^
She repairs thither In search of him J
laughs during the service and is asked ti m
leave. Abbott Ashton, superintendent ot
schools. escorts Fran from tlie tent. He
‘tells her Gregory is a wealthy man.
deeply interested in charity work, and a
pillar of the church. Ashton becomes
#rreatly Interested in Fran and while tak
ing leave of her, holds her hand and is
peen by Sapphira Clinton, sister of Rob
ert Clinton, chairman of the school board.
[Fran tells Gregory she wants a home
(with him. Grace Noir. Gregory's private
/secretary, takes a violent dislike to Fran
«.nd advises her to go away at once.
[Fran hints at a twenty-year-old secret,
and Gregory In agitation asks Grace to
leave the room. Fran relates the story
jof how Gregory married a young girl at
flpringtield while attending college and
then deserted her. Fran Is the child of
that marriage. Gregory had married his
present wife three years before the death
•of Fran's mother. Fran takes a liking to
[Mrs. Gregory. Gregory explains that
[Fran is the daughter of a very dear friend
•who is dead. Fran agrees to the story.
Mrs. Gregory insists on her making her
borne with them and takes her to her
arms. Fran declares the secretary must
go. Grace begins nagging tactics in an
effort to drive Fran from the Gregory
borne. Abbott, while taking a walk alone
«at midnight, finds Fran on a bridge tell
!ing her fortune by cards. She tells Ab
bott that she is the famous lion tamer,
Fran Nonpareil. She tired of circus life
and sought a home. Grace tells of see
ing Fran come home after midnight with
u. man. She guesses part of the story
and surprises the rest from Abbott. She
idee ides to ask Bob Clinton to go to
Springfield to investigate Fran’s story.
Fran enlists Abbott in her battle against
Grace. Fran offers her services to Greg
ory as secretary during the temporary
•absence of Grace. The latter, hearing of
Fran’s purpose, returns and interrupts a
touching scene between father and
daughter. Grace tells Gregory she in
tends to marry Clinton and quit his serv
ice. He declares that he cannot continue
his work without her. Carried away by
passion, he takes her in his arms. Fran
walks in on them, and declares that
Grace must leave the house at once. To
Gregory’s consternation he learns of
Clinton’s mission to Springfield. Clinton
returns from Springfield and. at Fran's re
quest. Ashton urgest him not to disclose
what he has learned. On Abbott’s assur
ance that Grace will leave Gregory at once,
Clinton agrees to keep silent. Driven in
to a corner by the threat of exposure.
Gregory is forced to dismiss Grace.
CHAPTER XVIII.—Continued.
“All? You can prove she’s no
fraud?”
“My pockets are full of proofs,”
Robert exclaimed, looking significant
ly at Gregory.
“Dear Fran!” murmured Mrs. Greg
ory with a sweet smile of reminis
cence.
"Abbott,” Mr. Gregory gasped, as he
began to realize the compromise that
was offered, “you have always been
my friend—and you have been inter
ested in my charities—you know how
important my secretary is to my work.
It is true that I did wrong, years ago
—very wrong—it is true that I bitter
ly—what shall I say?—antagonized the
Interests at Springfield. But that was
long ago. Am I to be punished now—”
"Mr. Gregory,” said Abbott, clearly
and forcibly, “I have nothing to do
with any punishment, I have nothing
to do with demanding the release of
your secretary. I am a mere agent
of the interests, sent to you to demand
that your secretary be dismissed in
the morning; and if you cannot see
your way to promise me now that you
will dismiss her, my office is ended.
If you can promise to send her away,
I give you my word the transactions
shall be forever hushed up, so far as
we are concerned. If you cannot prom
ise, all will be revealed at once ”
"In just ten minutes,” said Robert
Clinton, consulting his watch.
Grace stood looking at Gregory as if
turned .o stone. She had listened in
tently to every word as it fell from
Abbott's lips, but not once had she
turned her head to look at him.
"You are cruel,” Gregory flared out,
"you are heartless. If I send away
the only one who is in perfect knowl
edge and sympathy with my work—”
"Then you refuse?"
“Of course I refuse. I'll not permit
the work of years to perish because
of an unreasonable and preposterous
demand. You wouldn’t exchange your
position here for Bob’s grocery, would
Ingly.
“Yes—if you dismiss me,” Grace an
you, Miss Grace?” he ended appeal
Bwered, her eyes smoldering.
“Lucy''—Gregory was almost beside
himself—“tell her she must stay—tell
these men we cannot go on with our
work, without her.”
Not for worlds would Mrs. Gregory
have betrayed her eagerness for Grace
to go. but for no consideration would
*he have asked her to stay. “Mr.
Gregory,” she responded, “I cannot
conceive of your being in the power of
(business interests to such an extent
Rs to drive you to anything that seems
like taking your heart’s blood.”
“I refuse!” cried Gregory, again.
“Of course I refuse.”
“Very well,” said Abbott, turning.
"But what are you going to do?"
Gregory asked shrinkingly.
"I shall go now; my endeavor to
straighten out things—or rather to
keep everything peaceful and forgot
ten—comes to nothing, it seems. Good
evening, Mrs. Gregory.”
"But wait! Wait! Let us discuss
this alone—"
“It is useless now, for the time has
expired.”
“That's right,” Clinton confirmed,
clicking to his watch.
"And all of It is going to be told?
Everything?”
“Unless you will dismiss your sec
retary.”
"But you insult Miss Grace to speak
in that way. Good heavens, Abbott,
wliat are you doing? How can you
insult that—the best woman in the
world?”
There was a moment’s silence. Then
Mrs. Gregory turned to her husband
and said quietly, "If Miss Noir is the
best woman in the world, you should
be the last man in the world to say
so.’’
He covered his face with his hands.
"Everybody has turned against me,”
he complained. "I am the most miser
able man on earth because for mere
caprice, for mere spite, for no earthly
good, it is the determination of people
who have lost positions and the like,
to drive me wild.”
Robert Clinton thumped the keys of
the piano with one hand.
“Why, hello,. Mr. Bob!” cried Fran,
dancing into the room. "So you’re
back, are you?” She shook hands
breezily.
“Come back, Abbott, come back!”
called Gregory’, discovering that the
young man was indeed going. “You
know what I must do, if you drive
me to the wall. I am obliged tc do
what you say. State the condition
again if you have the courage to say
it aloud.”
“The past will be forgotten,” said
Abbott solemnly, "if you give your
word that your secretary shall go in
the morning.”
“And you'll take me in her place,”
spoke up Fran decidedly.
"The time is up,” said Clinton harsh
ly. "It’s too late now, for I shall
tell—”
“I promise, I promise!” Gregory
cried out, in an agony of fear. “I
promise. Yes, I’ll dismiss her. Yes,
I nil
"In Just Ten Minutes.”
she shall go! Yes, let Fran have the
place.”
“Do I understand you to dismiss
me, Mr. Gregory?” asked Grace, in a
low concentrated tone, leaning slight
ly forward.
Fran turned on the lights to their
fullest extent, and looked about with
an elfish smile.
Hamilton Gregory was mute.
"1 have your promise,” said Abbott,
bowing gravely. “That’s enough."
“Yes,” groaned Gregory, “but it is
infamous.”
Fran looked at Abbott inscrutably.
"Third time’s the charm," she said in
a whisper. “I’m proud of you this
time, Abbott.”
Grace turned with cold dignity, and
moved slowly toward the hall door.
Fran slipped between Clinton and
the piano, and began to play softly, I
carelessly with one hand, while she j
watched the retreating figure.
In a very short time, Gregory found
himself alone in the parlor. Abbott
and Clinton had withdrawn rather
awkwardly, Mrs. Gregory had melted
away unobtrusively, and Fran, last of
all, had given the piano a final bang,
and darted out of the house.
Gregory stood pale and miserable.
It seemed as if all the world had de
serted him. The feature without
Grace would be as dreary as now
seemed his past with Fran’s mother.
He suffered horribly. Was suffering
all that life had left for him? Per
haps he was reaping—but is there no
end to the harvest? One sows in so
brief a time; is the garnering eternal?
A bell rang, but he was not curious.
Voices sounded at the front door, foot
steps passed, then silence once more—
silence and despair. Gregory went to
the open window, and leaned heavily
on the sill, taking great breaths, star
ing dully.
Footsteps were heard again. They
were near by. They stopped at the
door—they were hers. Gregory start
! ed up with a low cry of reanimated
hope. Whatever happened—he was
; about to see Grave Noir once more.
• CHAPTER XIX.
The First Victory.
When Grace re-entered the parlor,
to lind Hamilton Gregory alone, her
eyes were full of reproach without
tenderness. As she came straight
toward him, an open letter in her
hand, liis body grew erect, and his
brown eyes, losing their glazed light,
burned from the depths.
‘‘Read it,” Grace said, in a thin,
brittle voice. ,
In taking the letter. Gregory touched
her hand. With recaptured alertness,
he held the missive to the light, and
read:
"My Dear Miss Noir:
"This is to officially offer you the
position of bookkeeper at my grocery
store, now that Hamilton Gregory has
decided to make Fran his secretary.
Come over early in the morning and
everything will be arranged to your
satisfaction. I am,
ROBERT CLINTON.”
Gregory looked up, and marked
the fixedness of her gaze. It seemed
to call upon him to avenge an insult.
He could only bluster, “Who brought
this thing here?” He flung the note
upon the table.
“A messenger.” Grace’s look did
not waver.
The impudence! he exclaimed.
“The affront!”
"However," said Grace, “I presume
it is final that I am dismissed?”
"Hut his unseemly haste in sending
this note—it’s infamous, that's what I
call it, infamous!”
“And you mean to take Fran in my
place, do you not?”
“You see,” Gregory explained, "Bob
Clinton came back to town this even
ing from Springfield, you understand,
and Abbott came with him—er—and
Mrs. Gregory was in the room so they
could not speak exactly openly, and
Abbott made the condition—I can
hardly explain so delicate an affair of
—of business—but you see, Bob is evi
dently very much in love with you,
and he has it in his power to de
mand—”
Grace calmly waited for the other
to lapse into uncertain silence, then
said, “This note tells me definitely
that I am offered another position, but
you tell me nothing. It was I who
sent Mr. Clinton to Springfield to look
into the private record of that Fran."
"You see,” Gregory explained, "he
was afraid I might think it presumptu
ous of him to do that, it was like
doubting my word, so he came to me—
however, he is back and there is noth
ing to reveal, absolutely nothing to
reveal.”
“Is he sure that the girl is no im
postor?”
“He knows she isn’t. His pockets
are full of proofs. I know you sent
Bob on my account, Grace, but alas!
Fran is a reality—she can’t be dis
missed.”
"It seems I can be. But of course
i am nothing.”
(COPYRIGHT 1912
^ B03B5-MEPPILLC0.)
“Grace, you are everything.”
She laughed. “Everything! At the
word of an Abbott Ashton, a disgraced
school-teacher, you make me less than
nothing!”
He cried out impetuously, “Shall I
tell you why we must part?”
Grace returned with a somber look,
“So Fran is to have my place!”
Gregory interposed passionately, "It
is because I love you.”
"So Fran is to be your secretary!”
she persisted.
“Grace, you have read my heart, I
have read yours; we thought we could
associate in safety, after that—but l
am weak. You never come into the
room that I am not thrilled with rap
ture. Life hasn’t any brightness for
me except your presence. What can I
do but protect you?”
“Mr. Gregory, Fran hasn't any in
terest in your work.”
“I love you, Grace—I adore you.
Beautiful darling—don’t you see you
must go away because you are so in
expressibly precious to me? That's
why I mustn't have you under my
roof." He sank upon his knees and
caught her hand. “See me at your
feet—should this thing be?"
Grace coldly withdrew her hand.
“In spite of all you say, you have en
gaged Fran in my place.”
“No one can take your place, dear.”
Graces voice suddenly vibrated:
“You tell me you love me, yet you
agree to hire that woman, in my
place—the woman I hate, I tell you:
yes, the spy, the enemy of this home.”
"Y’es, Grace, I do tell you that I
love you— would I be kneeling here
worshiping you, otherwise? And what
is more, you know that you love me—
you know it. That's why I must send
you away.”
“Then send Fran away, when you
send me away."
“Oh, my God, if I could!” he ex
claimed, starting up wildly. “But you
see. it's impossible. I can't do that,
and I can't help you."
“Why is it impossible? Must you
treat better the daughter of an old
college friend, than ‘ the woman you
say you love? What are those myste
rious Springfield interests?”
“—And you are the woman who
loves me!” Gregory interrupted Quick
ly. “Say it, Grace! Tell me you iovi
jSShL
He Sank Upon His Knees and Caught
Her Hand.
me before you go away—just those
three words before I sink back into
my lonely despair. We will never be
alone together in this life—tell me,
then, that you love me—let me I ear
those words from your beautiful
lips—"
“It makes me laugh!” Grace cried
out in wrath that could not be con
trolled, 'to hear you speak of love
in one breath and of Fran in the next.
Maybe some day you’ll speak both In
the same breath! Yes, I will go and
you can hire Fran.”
“But won’t you tell me goodby?’ he
pleaded. “As soon as I have become
complete master of my love for you,
Fran shall be sent unceremoniously
about her business. I fancy Abbott
Ashton wants to marry her—let him
take her away. Then she will be
gone. Then my—er—duty—to friend
ship will be fulfilled. And if you will
come back again then, we might be
happy together, after all.”
She stamped her foot violently.
“This need not be. and you know it.
You speak of being master of your
self. What do you mean? I already
know you love me. What Is there to
hide?”
“But others would see. Others
would suspect. Others would betray.
Good heavens, Grace, all my life has
been made horribly miserable because
I’ve always had to be considering what
others would think and do!”
“Betray? What is there to betray?
Nothing. You are what you have al
ways been, and so am I. We didn’t
commit a crime in speaking the truth
for once-—you are sending me away
forever, and yet you try to temporize
on this eternity. Well—keep your
Fran! It’s fortunate for me that I
have one friend.” She snatched up
the open letter, and hurried toward
the door.
"Grace!” Gregory followed her
imploringly, “not Bob Clinton! Hear
me, Grace. If you ever marrry that
man, I shall kill myself.”
She laughed scornfully as she
snatched open the door.
“Grace, I tell you that Fran—”
“Yes!” exclaimed the other, her
voice trembling with concentrated an
ger, “let that be the last word between
us, for it is that, and that only which
separates us. Yes—that Fran!”
CHAPTER XX.
The Enemy Triumphs.
Old Mrs. Jefferson would long ago
have struck a blow against Grace Xoir
had she not recognized the fact that
when one like Grace wears the helmet
of beauty and breastplate of youth, the
darts ot the very angles of justice,
who are neither beautiful nor young,
are turned aside. Helplessly Mrs. Jef
ferson had -watched and waited and
now, behold! there was no more Drag
on. Fran had said she would do it—
nothing could have exceeded the con
fidence of the old lady to the new sec
retary.
Mrs. 'Gregory's sense of relief was
not so profound as her mother’s, be
cause she could not think of Grace’s
absence except as a reprieve. Surely
she would return—but the present was
to be placidly enjoyed. Grace was
gone. Mrs. Gregory’s smile once more
reminded Fran of the other's half-for
gotten youth. When a board has lain
too long on the ground, one finds, on
its removel, that the grass is withered;
all the same, the grass feels the sun
shine.
Fran thanked herseii that uraee was
no longer silhouetted against the hori
zon. and Gregory, remarking this atti
tude of self-congratulation, was thrown
more than ever out of sympathy with
his daughter. Fran was indefatigable
in her duties as secretary, but her
father felt that it was not the same.
She could turn out an immense
amount of work because she was
strong and playing for high stakes—
but she did not have Grace’s method
ical ways—one never knew how Fran
would do anything, only that she would
dc it. Grace was all method, but more
than that she was as Gregory phrased
j it to himself—she was all Grace.
Gregory missed her every minute of
the day, and the harder Fran tried to
fill her place, the more he resented it.
Fran was separated from his sympa
thies by the chasm in his own soul.
The time came when Gregory felt
that he must see Grace again and be
alone with her. At first, he had
thought they must not meet apart
from the world; but by the end of
the week, he was wondering what ex
cuse he could offer to induce her to
meet him—not at Miss Sapphire's,
where she now boarded, not at the
grocery where Bob was always hover
ing about—but somewhere remote,
somewhere safe, where they might
talk about—but he had no idea of the
conversation that might ensue; there
was nothing definite in anything save
his fixed thought of being with her.
As to any harm, there could be none.
He had so long regarded Grace as the
best woman in the world, that even
after the day of kisses, his mind con
tinued in its inertia of faith—even the
gravitation of material facts was un
able to check its sublime course.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
HISTORIC SPOT IS UNMARKED
'Location of Nation’s First White
House, in Philadelphia, Known,
but That Is All.
Excepting for a few months, Wash
ington lived In Philadelphia during
his entire administrations as presi
dent of the United States, and John
Adams did likewise during his term.
jThere was no White House, but a
brick house, and, as quite generally
Iknown, it stood on the south side of
Market street between Fifth and
iSixth streets. The house itself long
since disappeared, and it seems
strange that Philadelphia has never
taken the trouble to make in a suit
able way the spot where the nation's
executive mansion stood when occcu
pied by the Father of His Country.
When Washington came to Phila
delphia to attend the continental con
gress before taking command of the
army, he lived in the swellest board
ling house In the city. It was kept by
IMrs. Trlste, at the southwest corner
of Fifth and Market streets. But
(while more fashionable, the house has
been far less famous than the hore
modest one, two blocks farther west,
at the southwest corner of Seventh
and Market streets. It was in the lat
ter that Jefferson boarded, and on
the second floor, corner room, in
which he wrote the Declaration oMn
dependence.
According to John Adams, who
could have qualified as chief gossip
at any quilting party, Philadelphia
was then away ah^d of Boston and
New York as a fashionable center.
The great patriot told his impressions
in those voluminous letters to his
wife. He was quite awed by the lo
cal splendor.—Philadelphia Ledger.
Calling for William Penn.
The conservatism of the law as It is
practiced in Philadelphia received an
illustration recently in the loud sum
mons by the clerk of the court to Wil
liam Penn, Richard Penn and John
Penn to Appear in court in order that
a certain title to the grantors could be
cleared of an incumbrance.
No one suggested to his honor, the
presiding judge of Common Pleas No.
I, that William Penn had been dead
*
200 years, and his sons, Richard and
John, nearly as long. There was no
need of such a suggestion. Every one
within hearing of the clerk's voice
knew that it was a vain show and an
empty form that was proceeding be
fore their eyes.
Through the Idle crying of the
names of men two centuries dead the
demands of the law were satisfied and
a title was cleared.—Case and Com
ment.
Sad Memories.
The curse of this life 1b that what
ever is once known can never be un
known. You inhabit a spot, which be
fore you inhabited it is as indifferent
to you as any other spot upon earth,
and when, persuaded by some neces
sity, you think to leave it, you leave
it not; it clings to you, and with mem
ories of things, which in your experi
ence of them, gave no such promise,
revenges your desertion. Time flows
on, places are changed; friends who
were with us are no longer with
us; yet what has been seems yet to
be, but barren and stripped of life.—
Percy Bysshe Shelley.
GREAT NAMES HAVE GONE
Long List of Men of Genius Whose
Line la No Longer Represented
on the Earth.
When one considers how many fam
ilies there are which trace their an
cestry in a direct line for many gen
erations, it is rather a surprising fact
that there is not a single living de
scendant in the male line of some of
the greatest men the world has ever
produced.
For the preservation of our illusions
regarding genius, it probably is far
better that there should be no disap
pointing ordinary persons left in the
world to represent the men whom we
delight to honor.
To find a Milton engaged In the in
surance business, or a Byron on the
stock exchange would jar dreadfully
on one’s sense of the fitness of things.
The following is a list of some of
the illustrious men whose line never
will be represented on the earth
again as long as the world stands:
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Spencer, Mil
ton, Cowley, Butler, Dry den, Pope,
Cowper, Goldsmith. Byron. Moore, Sir
Philip Sidney, Sir Walter Raleigh,
Drake, Cromwell, Hampden, Monk,
Peterborough, Nelson, Bolingbroke,
Walpole, Chatham, Pitt, Fox, Burke,
Washington, Canning, Bacon, Locke.
Newton. Davy. Hume. Gibbon, Mac
auley, Hogarth, Sir Joshua Reynolds,
Sir Thomas Lawrence, David Garrick.
John Kemble, Edmund Kean.
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means Best Factory Brands, time tried and tested. Our
Double Guarantee Tag is placed on none other.
Your Dealer Will Replace
any article bearing the Double Guarantee Tag if for any
reason it proves unsatisfactory.
Wrighf & Wilhelmy Co., Omaha,Neb.
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BEST BOYS SHOES In the WORLD I |
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fit sad wear as other makes costing •5.00 to 87 00
—the only difference is the price. Shoes in all ,i
leathers, styles and shapes to suit every body.
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ries at Brockton, Mass., and see for yourself W
how carefully W. L. Douglas shoes are made.