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fflli If IS wmw 12 1M: SI 'K1113I BY OOKERT consists f tbo knowl odira of dm mutual tnlhience of JOHNEREQEMaDGEEiXIS ingmulenUi ajid th Judicloua management of hsat. SYNOPSIS- " Kran arrives at Hamilton. Orcpory's nome in littleburff. but finds him ubsent conducting the choir at a camp meeting. Fe repairs thither in search of him, laughs during the service and is asked to iftave. Abbott Ashton, superintendent of schools, escorts Frun from the tent. He tHls her Gregory is a wealthy man, lp!y interested In charity work, and a pillar of the. church. Ashton becomes wreatly interested in Fran and whihi tak ing leave of her, holds her hand aflid is sen by Sapphira Clinton, sister of Rob ert Clinton, chairman of the school board. Fran tells Gregory she wants a hone with Slim. Grace Noir. Gregory's private secretary, takes a violent dislike to Fran and advises her ' to go away at once. HYan hints at ti twenty-year-old secret, and Gregory in agitation asks Grace to leave the room. Fran relates the story if how Gregory married a young girl at Springfield 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 f Fran's mother. Fran takes a liking to Mrs. Greg-ory. Gregory Explains that Fran is the daughter of a very dear friend who Is dead. Fran agrees to t!i story. Mrs. Gregory insists on her making her home with them and takes her to her arms. H is decided that Fran must go to school. Grace shows persistent Interest In Gregory's story of his dead friend and hints thU Fran may be an imposter. Fran declares that the secretary must go. Grace hsrins nagging tactics in .an effort to drive P'ran from the Gregory home, but Mrs. Orfigory remains stanch, in her friendship. Fran is ordered before Super intendent Ashton to be punished for in subordination in school. Chairman Clin ton is present. The affair ends in Fran leaving the school in company of the two rnos to the amazement of i-'ii .tindal mongers of the town. Abbott, while tak ing a waf- lone at midnight, finds Fran rn , bridge telling her fortune by cards, rfe tells Abbott that I'he is the famous lion tamer, Fran Nonpareil. She tired of circus life and sought a home. Grace tells r.' seeing Fran come home after midnight with,, a man. She guesses part of the a-ory and surprises the rest from Abbott, hhe decides to ask Rob Clinton to go to hprlngfield to investigate Fran s storv. Fran enlists Abbott in her battle against L-race. ILLUSTRATIONS BV O-IKWIN-mEBS the choir loft had reminded him of it and Mrs. Jefferson was fanning him. as if he were, never to be a grown man. Mrs. Gregory sat near the group, silently embroidering In white silk. Fran had hastily throw herself upon the stairway, and, with half closed eyes, looked as if she had been there a long time. "Fran," said Mrs. Gregory coldly. you left the choir practice before we were two-thirds done. Of course I could hardly expect you" he looked at his wife "to stay, although your presence would certainly have kept Frun there; and it does look as if Gregory," said his wife, faintly, "but I am sorry that it should make me soem obstinate " He uttered a groan, and left the hall in despair. His gesture said that he must give it up. Mrs. Gregory folded her work, her face pale and drawn, her lips tremu lous. She looked at Fran and tried to smile. "We must go to rest now,' she said "if we can." CHAPTER XIV. Fighting for Her Life. The next day found Fran the biuest we should be willing to resort to any of the blue. No laughing now, as she CHAPTER XIII. Continued. "I don't understand how you mean that. I know Mr. Gregory's work would be seriously crippled. And it would be a great blow to Walnut Street church she's always there." "Still, you see she can't stay." ... "No, I don't see. You and Miss Grace must be reconciled." "Oh, Abbott, can't you understand, or is it that you just won't? It isn't on. my account that Miss Noir must leave this house. She's going to bring trouble she's already done it. - I've had lots of experience, 'and when I see people hurrying down hill, 1 ex pect to find them at the bottom, not because it's in the people, but be cause it's in the direction. I believe - some mighty good-intentioned men are stumbling down hill, carrying their re fusion, right int. a hell." 'Hush, little friend! You don't un : ?erstand what religion is." "If I can't find out from its fruits, I don't vant to know." "Of course.' Hut consider how Miss Grace's... labors are blessing the help less." "Abbott, unless the fruits of relig ion are flavored by love, they're no more a'ceount than apples taken with bitter-rot not worth fifty cents a barrel." . Abbott asked slyly, "What about your fruit, out there in the world?" "Oh," Fran confessed, with a gleam, "we're not in. the orchard-business at aM, out here Abbott laid his hand earnestly upon her arm. "Fran! Come in and help us spray." ',' "You dear old prosy, preachy pro fessor!" she exclaimed affectionately, "t have been thinking of it. I've half a mind to try, really. Wouldn't Grace Noir just die? . . . O Lord, there she comes now!" Fran left the disconsolate young man in wild precipitation, and flew into the house. He turned off ir. an- TwM I iwH 'A iff W km ill n I, expedient to keep her there! "How would a lock and chain do?" Fran inquired meekly. i uon t think she came straight home, either," remarked Grace Noir significantly. "Did you, Fran?" anss Noir," said Fran, smiling at her through : the banister-slats, "you are so satisfactory; you always saV juu auout. wnat i expect. xe3, i capie biraigiu nome. I m glad it's your busi ness, so you could ask." Hamilton Gregory turned to his wife - again, with restraint more marked. "Next Sunday is roll-call day, Mrs. Gregory. The board has decided to revise the lists.' We've been carry ing so many names that it's a burden to the church. The world reproaches us, saying, 'isn't So-and-so a member? He never attends, does he?' I do hope you will go next Sunday!" Airs. Gregory looked, down at her work thoughtfully, then said, "Mother would be left" "It's just this way," her husband in terposed abruptly ! "If no excuses, such as sickness, are sent, and if the people haven t been coming for months,-and don't intend coming, we are simply determined to drop the names strike 'em out. We believe church members should show where they stand. And and If you" Mrs. Gregory looked up quietly Her voice seemed woven of the silk threads she was stitching in" the white pattern. "If I am not a member of the church, sitting an hour in the building couldn't make me one.' blmon Jefferson cried out, "Is that my sister Lucy? Blessed if I thought she had so mutih spirit!" do you call that spirit?" returned Gregory, with displeasure. well!" snorted Simon, "what do you call it, then?" "Perhaps," responded Gregory, with marked disapprobation, "perhaps it was spirit." Grace, sail attired for the street, looked down upon Mrs. Gregory as if turned to stone. Her beautiful face expressed something like a horror at the other's irreverence. Fran shook back her hair, and watched with gleaming eyes from be hind tne slats, not unlike a small wild creature peering from its cage. "Oh," cried Fran, "Miss Noir feels so bad!" Grace swept from the hall, her rounded figure instinct with the suffer ings of a martyr. Fran murmured, "That killed her!" sat alone, half-way ud the ladder lead ing to Gregory's barn-loft. She meant to be just as miserable as she pleased sinc there was no observer to be de ceived by sowing cheat-seed jt merri ment. "The. battle's on now, to a finish," muttered Fran despondently, "yet here I sit, and here I scrooch." Fran's thoughts were at the abysmal stae of discouragement. For a time, there seemed in her heart .not the tiniest taper alight, and .in this blackness, both hope and failure were alike indis tinguishable. 1 "But we'll see," she cried, at last coming down the ladder, "we'll see!" and she clenched her fists, flung open the barn-door and marched upon the house with battle in her eyes. .. Gird ing up1 her loins that is, smoothing her hair and sharpening her weap ons for instant use, she opened the library door. , She knew Grace Noir had gone to the city with Robert Clinton, and yet her feeling on seeing Hamilton Gregory alone, was akin to surprise. How queerly lonesome he looked, with out his secretary! She found the phil anthropist immersed in day-dreams. The thought' of the good his money Wins .mm (COPYRIGHT 1912 BOBBS-MEPeiLLCO.) intensity: "I'm well enough educated I can take dictation and make good copy." He allowed his tone to sound defi anee "I already have a secretary ran continued with an effort "Mother didn't like studying, very well but she was determined to get me out of the condition I was born in; she taught me all she knew. Wasn't she splendid! So patient" Fran pailsed, and stared straight before her, straight into the memory of her mother's eyes. Gregory reflected '"If this child had not come, had not intruded herself upon my life! Haven't I suffered enough for my follies?" When mother died," Fran resumed, ' she thought maybe Uncle Ephraim had mellowed, so I went to him. be cause I taught I couldn't get along without love." She shook her head. with a pathetic little smile. "But could! Uncle Ephraim didn't meilow, he dried up. He blamed me for being born I think, myself, it was a mis take. He turned me out, but I was so tough I just couldn't be winter killed. . After that I went back to the show and stocked up in experience I mention it to point out that a mild job like being your private secretary wouldn't strain a muscle." Gregory's vtrice cut across hers. "My secretary must be in sympathy with my work". To exercise such talents as I have, is my religion, and I need a helper whose eyes are fixed upon the higher life. This is final, and the sub ject must never be reopened. I find it very painful." . 4 i m "I Want to Be Your Secretary." and influence were accomplishing thrilled his soul, while through the re fined ether of this pious joy appeared the loveliness of Grace Noir, leading something like spiritual sensuousness "And you!" cried Gregory, turning to his vision of duty. Grace Looked Down Upon Mrs. Greg ory as If Turned to Stone. other direction, and Gregory and Grace came slowly toward the house, having, without much difficulty, eliminated trillion Jefferson from their company. In truth, Simon, rather than be im proved by, their conversation, had. c rived down a Jjack alley, and found '?ifrance through the side door. When Hamilton Gregory and his secretary crime into the reception hall, th-i old tachclor lay upon a divan thinking of ilia weak heart Fran's flight from suddenly in blind anger upon the other "you don't fare whose heart you break." "I haven't any power over hearts," retorted Fran, gripping her fingers till her nanus were little white balls. "Oh, i if I only had! I'd get at eni if I could like this . . ." She leaped to her feet. "Am I always to be defied by you?" he exclaimed; "is there to be no end to it? But suppose I put an end to it. myself tell you that this is no place for you " "You shall never say that!" Mrs. Gregoo spoke up, distinctly, but not m his loud tones. She dropped her work in some agitation, and drew Fran to her heart. - "I have a friend here, Hamilton one friend and she must stay." - - "Don't be uneasy, dear one," Fran looked up lovingly into the frighltnpd face. "He won't tell fnn to go. lie won't put an end to it. He won't tell me anything!" "Listen to me, Lucy," said Gregory, his tone altering, "yes, she must stay that's settled she must stay. Of coi.rse. 'But you why will you refuse what I ask, when for years you were one of the most faithful attendants at the Walnut Street church? I am asking you to go next Sunday b;-cjuse well, you know how people judge oy appearances. I'm not asking it for my sake of course I know your real character but go for Miss Grace's sake; go to show her where you stand." "How i3 it about church attendance, anyway?" asked Fran, with ".he sir o! one who seeks after knowledge. "I thought you went to church for the Lord's sake, and not for Miss Nuir." "I have given you my answer, Mr. He did not want the applause of the general public any more than he wanted his past unearthed. It was enough if his philanthropy was known to God and Grace Noir. She stood, to his mind, as a symbol , of religion there can be no harm in reverencing symbols. v Fran's eyes drew him abruptly from his reverie. "Fran," 'he said, as if she had ap peared in answer to a summons, "I am unhappy about' you. Your deter mination to have nothing to do with the church not only distresses but em barrasses me. You have insisted on coming into my life. Then why do you disgrace it? You pretend that you want to be liked by us, yet you play cards with strangers at night it's out rageous. You even threw a card in my' yard where" a card was never eeeh before." 'Do you think cards are so very wicked?" asked Fran, looking at him curiously. "You know what I think. I look on gambling as immoral. But it ought to be enough for me simply to fomid it." She closed the door, and placed her back against it. She looked him in the eyes, and said abruptly "I want to be your secretary." Hamilton gripped his chair. "I have a secretary, ne retorted, looking at her resentfully. He checked words he would have liked to utter, on reflecting that his secret was in Fran's keeping. How Grace would shrink from him, if she knew the truth how that mag nificent figure would turn its back upon him and those scornful, imperi ous, never-iaitering eyes. . Fran drew nearer. She seated her self upon the arm of a chair, one foot oa the floor, and spoke with restrained trans discovery mat ne nad not heard her plea, crimsoned her face. She jumped from the arm-chair, breathing rapidly. "Then," she cried, 'if you. won't have me, get another. The one you have must go." 'She shall do nothing of the sort," he coldly responded 'Yes," Fran retorted violently. "I tell you she must go!" He struck the table with his palm. "Never!" Shall I use my last resource?" Fran's eyes gleamed ominously, The hand upon the table became'a fist. That was his only reply. "I would entreat you," said Fran, faltering, "and with tears but what good would it do? None. There's no use for one woman to weep if another woman is smiling. Dismiss your sec retary." He leaned toward her from over the table, xind spoke in a low, level lone: "I am going to appeal to your better nature. Think of the girls of the street who need rescue, and the wom en of the cities who are dying from neglect and vice. If -"you hinder my work, let the souls of these outcasts be upon your soul! You can rum me, but not without ruining my good works. I don't ask you to keep silent on my account what am I but aa in strument in the hands of Providence? but for the sake of. the homeless thousands. I have atoned for my past, but the world, always ready to crucify the divine, would rejoice to point the finger of scorn at me, as if I were still the fool of twenty years ago." "But your secretary " , . "She is a vital factor in my work. It would be impossible to replace her." Fran made a step toward him "My mother was replaced." He started up. "You shall not speak of that. She lived her life, and I demand the right to live mine. I tell you, the past is ended." . "But I' am here," returned Fran. "I have net ended. Can't you look HOT CUPPER DISHES. For those who have supper. Instead of dinner, at six, a hot dish fs almost an essential, on these cool autumn . evenings. Soups of various kinds, If liked, are easily prepared and served, and furnish a substantial begftmlng to the meal. ; Boiled Dinner Hash. Chop fine the vegetables left from an old-fashioned boiled dinner a beet or two a few pieces of turnip and carrot, a good sized quarter of cabbage and a few potatoes and some of the corned beef with which the dinner was cooked- into my face and see my mothes liv-.. Season with some of the broth and ing? She paid for her secret mar riage, wandering over the face of tha earth with her baby, trying to find. ryou. I don't deny that you've paid for all yes, even for your desertion and your living a hidden life in this town Maybe you've suffered enough, But that isn't the question. Look at me. I am here. I have come 'as truly out of your past as out of the past of my darling, uncomplaining what did you call her?- 'friend.' And being here I 'I Am Going to Appeal to Your Better Nature." ask, 'What will you do with me?' All I want is just a little love." The long loneliness of her life found expression" in the eager- voice, in the yearning eyes. As he stared at her, half-stupefied, he imagined she was holding out her arms to him in plead ing. Fran thought his covered face a to ken of weakening. "You must have loved my mother once. Is it all so dead and forgotten that there is none left, for your child?" But she was seeking to play upon strings thaf had long since ce&sed to vibrate. He could not bring back, even in retrospect, the emotions in spired by Josephine Derry. Those strings had been tuned to othr love harmonies. To remember Fran s moth er was to bring back, not the. rapture of a first passion, but the gartfth days of disillusionment. He could net tell Fran that he had never lc3d her mother. The dead .must not ha, re proached; the living could nc-t l,e de nied so he was silent. ; . His silence inspired Fran vt'Jt hope. "I am so lonely, so lonely!" eas mur mured plaintively, "so ver lonelv! There seems a reason for 'frbody but me I can't be explainwd. That's why I am disliked. If then, ootid be one heart for me to claim hose heart should it' be? Does n j surt of feeling tell you whose heart It should be?" . " (TO CONTINUE!;. steam and cook in a frying pan for an hour on the back part of the stov, ' Serve hot with dill pickles and bread' and butter. Delicious Dish. fake three veal kidneys and remove all fat; cut a mSd onion as line as possible, shred and add a small bunch of parsley a heap ing tablespoonful of each. Add a ta blespoonful of gutter to a hot; frying pan and drop the kidneys into it. Cov er and steam for fifteen minutes, then pour over a half cup of sour frait juice, and serve. Lobster in Cream Sauce. In plaee3 where fresh lobsters are plenty, this will be a change from the usual ways of serving it. Boil the lobster in the shell, and then remove the meat and cut it in , bits. Add the lobster meat to a rich white sauce, and just before serving squeeze a little lemon juice over the dish. Sausage Omelel. Beat five eggs un til light, add a finely chopped onion. a small green one preferred; add a heaping tablespoonful of chopped smoked ham or liver sausage. Season with salt and pepper and put into a hot omelet pan. English Tea Cakes. Beat two eggs and add a cup of powdered sugar, beat well, add a half teaspoon of almoed extract, a cup of flour and a teaspoon ful of baking powder, mixed together, with a quarter of a teaspoonful of salt. Beat until smooth and then add a half cup of scalding hot milk. Bake in gem pans. . Sponge Cake When we consider the price of butter and the yet reason able price of, eggs, though they are soaring, a sponge cake is not an ex travagant one to prepare. Five egga, one cup of sugar, one cup of flour, a teaspoonful of baking powder. Beat the whites and yolks separately, adfl the sugar to the whites, then the yolksand the flour. Flavor to taste and bake in an angel food pan. TMs makes a large cake. v Do you feel that you'd like to quit? Don't? Oet to feeling you don't fit? Joiv't! Do you want to yell "all hi" 'Cause your wind's a little thin, Ami you think you'll never win? Don't. Paint which sticks to glasa can be removed with vinegar. "MOVIES" FOR THE FAMILY Time Not Far Off When Provision Will Be Made, in Home for Picture Shows. A nredietion mav safelv be made t?iat in the very near future provision will be made for moving pictures in the home. When a man decides to build a house .to cost, say, $25,000 or more, the architect will plan the pic ture room in which the. family and their guests can enjoy a select pro gram of latest productions. It may be in connection with a. dancing room or it can be accommodated in much less space. A" projecting machine suit able for the home will not be very costly, and the films will doubtless be delivered each week by companies or ganized for that special purpose. Trav elers returning from abroad will rind pictures of cities and scenes they have visited a wonderful relp In reciting to friends and relatives incidents of the places they have visited. Another new industry which will soon come into existence in all the larger cities will be film photography Children's birthdays, garden parties, weddings and other functions which i will in later days or years recall pleas ant memories will be thus nrpetu ated byt the film photographer. He will eventually be considered a much a necessity as the orchestra. Un doubtedly 'one of the most acceptable wedding presents in days to come from parents to bride and bridegroom will be a set of progressive films showing the children as they advanced from infancy to high schooldays. As a feature of the wedding festivities these pictures would afford both amusement and entertainment. Popular Mechanics. Verbatim. This, from my Cambridge. messenger boy friends, is reproduced verbatim: "The old bridge works field is getting a foundation laid for a new building witch is getting built by the Boston bridge work and company. When tha boys of East Cambridge used to get chased away from the Sixth street bridge where they used to go swim ming they used to run into thi3 field and get there cloths on before the po liceman caught them. So they will lose a good place to get away from the police when they get cbaoi next sim mer. iion Fosfc WAYS OF SERVING APPLES. Apples are one of our common an" usually cheap fruits. There are; so many ways of using them as desserts, salads, soups and fresh, In its natural state. An old-fashioned puddteg which is well liked by nearly every body is Baked apple sauce is delicious, Out : the apples in eighths and put them into a covered bean pot to stew. Let cook for horrs, well covered;, add su gar and cook until well browned. For a filling for a layer cake there is nothing more delicious than a grated apple added to an egg white and sugar beaten until stiff. Flaver with three drops of almond extract. Stuffed baked apples are also deli-, cious. Core good sized apples and fill the centers with raisins, sugar, bits of butter and a dash of cinnamon. . Hake and baste with water during the ) baking. Pretty red, apples hollowed out and then used as1 cups for salad are most attractive. A mixture of nuts, chopped apple and celery used for filling, with any kind of salad dressing desired, may be used. Sour, apples fried with onions ar good; a bit of butter add, and be sure to have the fat hot when the apples and onions are put In, or tbey will not brown. . For Parisian apples, prel tho apples and then cut them with a potato ball cutter into small balls. Put to cook in a r;'ch sirup flavored with lemon juice. When tender, cool and sery in sherbet glasses with fht- " juice poured over them and a'spoonful of sweetened whipped cream for a gar nish. " Apples baked with rice make a most satisfying dessert, and is especially n!ce for the children's dessert. Didn't Understand. "What is the object of ytwr so ciety?" "To prevent gambling among wom en." "Nonsense. It can't be done. " "Certainly gambling can be stop ped." . "Gambling? I thought yo,o said gab Wing." , . , . ; Had All the Symptoms. "Was Hamlet mad?" "I don't know about that, but jure he was a dyspeptic." I'M
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