Cleveland County Enterprise. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 25, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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NORMAN, OKLA, ENTERPRISE
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SYNOPSIS
FRAN
BY
ft JOHN BRECKENRIDGE ELLIS
ILLUSTRATIONS BY"
O • HJWIN • MYERS
Fran arrives nt Hamilton Gregory's
fiome in Llttleburg, but finds hlin absent
conducting the choir at a camp meeting.
Hhe repairs thither In search of hinij
laughs during the service and is asked to
leave. Abbott Ashton. superintendent of
schools, escorts Fran from I he tent. Tie
tells her Gregory is a wealthy man.
deeply interested In charity work, and a
pillar of the church. Ashton becomes
greatly Interested in Fran and while tak-
ing leave of her, holds her hand and Is
seen by Sapphira Clinton, sister of Rob-
ert Clinton, chairman of the sc hool board.
Fran tells Gregory she wants a home
with him. Grace Nolr. Gregory's private
secretary, takes a violent dislike to Fran
and advises her to go away at once.
Fran hints at a twenty-yeur-old secret,
and Gregory In agitation asks Grace to
leave the room. Fran relates the story
of how Gregory married a young girl at
Springfield while attending college and
then deserted her. Fran la 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
home 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
home. 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
a man. She guesses part of the story
and surprises the rest from Abbott. She
decides to ask Hob 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 awav 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 Abl>ott's assur-
ance that Grace will leave Gregory at once.
Clinton agrees to keep silent. Driven In-
to a corner by the threat of expoaure,
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 la 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 notning
io 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 fur as
wq 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 to stone. She had listened in-
"In Just Ten Minutes."
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 1 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-
yon, Miss Grace?" he ended appeal-
swered, 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
she have asked her to stay. "Air
Gregory," she responded, "1 cannot
conceive of your being in the power of
business interests lo such an extent
as to drive you to anything that seems
like taking your heart's blood."
"1 refuse!" cried Gregory, again.
"Of course I refuse."
"Very well," said Abbott, turning
"Hut what are you going to do?"
Gregory asked slirinkingly
"I shall go now; my endeavor to
straighten out things—or rath i 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,
what 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."
lie covered his face with his bands
"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 rocm. "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 to 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 vour
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 hue now, for I shall
tell—"
"I promise, I promise!" Gregory
cried out, in an agony cf fear "I
promise. Yes, I'll dismiss her. Yes,
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.
"I 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 sottly,
carelessly with one hand, while she
watched the retreating figure.
In a very short time. Gregory round
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—
Bilence 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
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hope.m Whatever happened—he
about to see Grave Noir once mere.
CHAPTER XIX.
The First Victory.
When Grace re-entered the pallor
to find Hamilton Gregory alone, her
eyes were full of reproach without
tenderness. As she came straight
toward him, an open letter in her
hand, his body grew erect, and his
brown eyes, losing their glazed light,
binned 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, aud
read:
"My Dear Miss Noir:
"This is to officially ofl>r 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 ot her gaze. It seemed
He Sank Upon His Knees and Caught
Her Hand.
to call upon him to avenge an Insult
He could only bluster, "Who brought
this thing here?" He flung the uote
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 1 am dismissed?"
"But 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, "Rob
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—1 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 do
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 1 might think It presumptu
ous of him to do that, it was like
doubting my word, so lie 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. 1 know you sent
Bob on my account, Grace, but alas!
Fran Is a reality—she cau't be dis-
missed."
"It seems I can be. But of course
I am nothing."
"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.
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 Hob Clinton! Hear
uie, Grace. If you cvt r marrry thai
man, I Bhall kill myself "
She laughed scornfully as she
snatched open the door.
"Grace, 1 tell you that Fran—"
"Yes!" exclaimed the olher, her
voice trembling with concentrated an-
ger, "let that be the last word between
us, for it is that, and that only which
separates lis. Yes—that Fran!"
CHAPTER XX.
The Enemy Triumphs.
Old Mrs. Jefferson would long ago
have struck a blow against Grace Nolr
had she not recognized the fact that
when one like Grace wears the helmet 1
of beauty and breastplate of youth, the
darts of 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 sin- 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 tile 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 herself that Grace was
no longer silhouetted against the hori-
zon, and Gregory, remarking this atti-
tude of self congratulation, was thrown
more tlmii 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
"It makes me laugh! Grace cried I strong and playing lor high stakes—
out in wrath that could not. be con- | she did not have Grace's method-
trolled, to hear you^ speak of love ! jca] w;lyS—one never knew how Fran
io one breath and of !• ran in the next, j WOuld do anything, only that she would
Maybe some day you II speak both in jf Grace was all method, but more
the same brealh! Yes. 1 will go and j than that she was as Gregory phrased
you can hire Fran." | t0 himself—she was all Grace.
"But won t you tell me goodby he Gregory missed her every minute of
pleaded. As soon as 1 have become t|1(, (];iy an(j t]le harder Fran tried to
complete master of my love for you. jj|| her place, the more he resented It.
!■ ran shall be sent unceremoniously fran was separated from his sympa-
about her business. I fancy Abbott n,;, ,. ijv the chasm In his own soul
"Grace, you have read my heart, 1
have read yours; we thought we could
associate in safety, after that—but 1
am weak. You never come Imo the
room that I am not thrilled with rap
lure 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 iu your work."
"I love you, Gvace—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 liis knees and
caught her hand "See me at your
feet—should this thing be?"
Grace coldly withdrew her hand.
"In spite of all ,vou say, you have en-
gaged Fran In my place."
"No one can take your place, dear."
Grace's voice suddenly vibrated:
"You tell me you love me, ye: you
agree to hire that woman, in my
place—the woman I hate, 1 tell you;
yes, the spy, the enemy of this home."
"Yes, 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 1 must send
you away."
"Then send Fran away, when you
send me away."
"Oh, my God, If I could!" ho ex
claimed, starting up wildly "But you
see. It's impossible. 1 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
"oves ma!" Gregory interrupted quick-
ly. "Say it, Grace! Tell me you tovt
me before you go away—just those
three words before I sink back fnto
my lonely despair. We will neve' be
alone together in this life—tell Tie,
then, (hat you love me—let me 1 ear
those words from your beauu'ful
lips—"
ALMOST BEYOND
HUMAN ENDURANCE
Were the Agonies Which Miss Lance
Underwent. She Lires to Tell
the Story, However.
Palmer, Okla.—lu a letter from
this place, Miss Forrest E. Lane*
says: "As I have been benefited by
the use ot Cardul, the woman's tonic.
I want to write this letter for publi-
cation. as it may be the nieaus of
helping other suffering women.
For three years, 1 suffered so. at
times, with my back and bearing
down pains, I would think I could
not possibly endure the pain. I
gradually got w orse, and would look
with dread lor these trying times to
roll around
Finally 1 decided to try Cardui,
the woman's tonic, as 1 had heard so
much of its help to other women,
and how glad 1 am that I did, for I
can truthfully say that I have been
greatly benefited by taking only four
bottles; in fact, it has eutirely re-
lieved me.
1 can truly sympathize with any
sufferer from those awful pains due to
womanly trouble, for 1 have certainly
had the experience of them."
As a medicine for women who suf-
fer from the numerous ailments pe-
culiar to their sex, or as a tonic for
tired, nervous, worn-out women,
Cardul has a record of more than 50
years' success.
It has benefited thousands of
women In this time, and should do
the same for you.
Give Cardul a trial
N-, B — IPHtt to: Chattanooga Medicine Co..
Ladles Advisory Dept., Chattanooga, Tenn , foe
gttcidi /risf' u, ti,"i * on your case and 64-page book.
'Home Treatment for Women." sent in plain
wrapper. Adv.
Knocking, as a profession, is badly
overcrowded.
Mrs.Wtnalow's Soothing Syrup for Children
teetblng, softens the gums, reduces laflauitun
tloii.ulluya palu,cures wind colic,25c a boule.fcfc
The great principle of brotherhood
Is not by equality, nor by likeness,
but by giving aud receiving.—Rusklu
No thoughtful person uses liquid blue. It's
a pinch of hluo in a largo bottle of waior
AsU for lied Cross ball Blue. Adv.
To remove grease spots from wall-
paper, dip a piece of flannel in spirits
of wine and rub the spot very gently.
Nearly every married man thinks
he has a grievance against his wife—
even if it is only because she mar-
ried him and robbed him ot his free-
dom.
Poverty of Idea.
Madeline—Why. Mrs. Benaway; #r«
you back?
Mrs. Benaway—Yes, dear; are you*
—Judge.
Rejected.
He—Be mine and you will make m«
the happiest man In the world.
She—I'm very sorry; but unfortun-
ately I want to be happy myself.
Ashton wants to marry Ira Id him
take her away. '1 lien 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.
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 npart
from the world; but by the end of
the week, he was wondering what ex-
cuse he could offer to induce her to
him - not at Miss Sapp..ira's.
Not What She Expected.
Ferdy You are not like most of the
other girls 1 know.
Sylvia tvery softly)—No?
Ferdy—No, indeed' The others
tan, but you freckle!—Puck.
Contradictory Pleasure.
"What do you think his wife con-
sidered his giving her a square deal?"
"What?"
"Taking her on a round of amuse-
ments "
You speak of being master of your i wh(,re she now boarded, not at the
self. What do you mean? I alieady
know you love me. What is thoie to
hide?"
"But others would s• e Others '
would suspect. Others \sould betray.
Good heavens, ('race, all my lite has
grocery where Hob was always hover-
ing about—but somewhere remote,
somewhere sale, where they might
talk about -but he had no idea of the
conversation that might ensue; there
was nothing definite in anything save
been made horribly miserable because | his flxed thought of being with In
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 run awav
forever, and yet you tiy to temporize
r.
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 Us inertia of faith—even the
gravitation of material facts was un«
able 10 check its sublime course.
(TO BR CONTINUED.)
Quiet English Parish.
The tiny parish of Clannaborough,
North Devon. England, a little village,
has a population of only 42, so that
baptisms, marriages and burials are
not very frequent. The other week
the first marriage ceremony for 15
years took place, but even then th*
xniple were not parishioners, the
Dride coming from St. Austell, the
bridegroom, whose home is at Ex-
mouth, being the rector's brother-ia-
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
Adan:s did likewise during his term
There was no White House, but a
brick house, and. as quite generally
known, it stood on the south side of
Market street between Fifth aud
Sixth 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 Btood when occcu-
pled by the Father of ills Country
When Washington came to Phila-
delphia to attend the continental con-
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
w hich he wrote the Declaratlou of In-
dependence.
According to John Adams, who
could have qualified as chief gossip
at any quilting party, Philadelphia
was then away ahead 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.
Work for Men and Women.
After all, you know, there Is room
for both men and women In this
world. Men have their work to do
gress before taking command of the j and women have theirs. It Is the
army, he lived in the swellest board- I woman's work to provide for the inner
lug house In the city. It was kept by J man and It is the man's to provide for
Mrs. Triste, at the southwest corner j ih« outer woman.
HAPPY OLD AGE
Most Likely to Follow Proper Eating.
As old age advances we require less
fund to replace waste, and food that
will not overtax the digestive organs,
while supplying true nourishment.
Such an ideal food is found in Grape-
Nuts. made of whole wheat and barley
by long baking and action of diastase
In the barley which changes the starch
into a most digestible sugar.
The phosphates also, placed up un-
i der the outer-coat of the wheat, ar*
i included in Grape-Nuts, but are lack-
; ing in white flour because the outer-
coat of the wheat darkens the flour
and is left cut by the miller. These
natural phosphates are necessary to
the well-balanced building of muscle,
brain and nerve cells.
"I have used Crape-Nuts," writes an
Iowa man, for 8 years and feel as
1 good and am stronger than 1 was teu
years ago,
| 'Among my customers I meet a man
every da\ who is well along in years
and attributes his good health to
Grape-Nuts and Postum which he has
I used for the last 5 years. He mixes
Grape-Nuts with Postum and says
| they go line together.
"For many years before I began to
! eat Cirape-Nuts, 1 could not say that I
enjoyed life or knew what it was to be
i able to say 'I am well.' 1 suffered
j greatly with constipation, but now my
| habits are as regular as ever In my
life
"Whenever I make extra effort I
depend on f.rape-Nuls food and it just
ti I is the bill I can think and write a
great deal easier."
"There's a Reason." Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Head
"The Road to Wellvllle." In pkgs
Ever rend tlif above letterf \ new
«nt> up pear* from time to time. They
itrv Ki'utilur, tme, and full of hu ««
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