The Rogers County News. And Rogers County Leader (Claremore, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 13, Ed. 1 Friday, May 30, 1913 Page: 2 of 8
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Fr n nrrlvp* nt Hamilton Orrfnry'i
homo In l.lttU-burx. but And* him nhiwnt
conduct I ntr tin- choir nt a rnmp mei-tlng.
She ri'imli-H thither In senrrh of hlin.
laurha din-Inn thv H«rvlce nnd I* naked to
lenvc. Abbott Axhlon, auperlntendent of
schools. worm Fran from the t«nt. He
t •• 11 n her On-gory In n wealthy man,
deeply inferential In charity work, nnd n
pillar of thi> church. Ashton bocomea
Kreetly Interested In Kran and while tnk-
In* leave of her, linlda her hand and I*
seen by Sapphlra Clinton, ulster of Rob-
ert Clinton, chairman of the achool board.
Fran tell* Gregory ahe wanta a home
with him. Orace Nolr, Gregory's private
secretary. takea a violent dlillke to Pran
and adviaea her to go away at once.
Fran hints at a twenty-year-old secret,
and Gregory In agitation aaki Grace to
leave the room. Fran relate* the atory
of how Gregory married a young girl at
Springfield while attending collage and
then deserted her. Fran la the child of
that marriage.
CHAPTER V.—Continued-
Pran regarded him with somber In-
tensity. "I've asked for a home with
you on the grounds that your wife
was ray best friend In all the world,
and because I am homeless, fou re-
fuse. I suppose that's natural. I have
to guess at your feelings because I
haven't been raised among 'respect-
able' people. I'm sorry you don't like
it, but you're going to provide for me
right here. For a girl, I'm pretty In-
dependent; folks that don't like me
are welcome to all the enjoyment they
get out of their dislike. I'm here to
stay. Suppose you look on me as a
sort of summer crop. I enjoyed bear
lng you sing, tonight—
" *We reap what we eow.
We reap what we sow.'
1 see you remember."
He shuddered at her mocking holy
things. "Hush! What are you say-
ing? The past is cut off from my life.
I have been pardoned, and I will not
have anybody forcing that past upon
me."
Her words came bltlngly: "You
can't help it. You sowed. You cant
pardon a seed from growing."
"I can help It, and I will. The past
Is no more mine than hers—our mar
rlage was legal, but It bound me no
more than It bound her. She chose
her own companions. I have been
building up a respectable life, here In
Llttleburg. You shall not overturn
the labor of the last ten years. You
can go. My will is unalterable. Oo—
and do what you cant"
Instead of anger, Pran showed sor-
tow: "How long have you been mar-
ried to the second Mrs. Gregory—the
present one?"
He turned his back upon her as If
to go to the door, but he wheeled
about: "Ten years. You understand?
Ten years of the best work of my life
that you want to destroy."
"Poor lady;" murmured Pran. "The
first Mrs. Gregory—my 'friend'—baa
been dead only three years. You and
ahe were never divorced. The lady
that you call Mrs. Gregory now—she
isn't your wife, is she?"
"I thought—" he was suddenly
ashen pale—"but I thought that she—
I believed her dead long ago-<-I was
sure of it—positive. What you say Is
impossible—"
"But no one can sow without reap-
FRAN
BY
JOHN BRECKENRIDGE ELLIS
JLLTJ5TQATIONS BY'
,0-IRWIN'MYERS
"I Am Mrs. Gregory."
lng," Fran said, still pityingly. "When
you sang those words, it was only a
Wong to yon, bnt music is just a bit
lof life's embroidery, while yon think
|it life itself. You don't sow, or reap
tin a choir loft You can't sow dseds
land reap words."
"I understand yon, now," he fat-
hered. "Yon have come to diagraos
ime. What good will that do you, or—
or my first wife? Yon are no abstrac-
tion, to represent sowing and reaping,
but a flesh-and-blood gift who can go
tawny it she chooses—"
chooses to stay." Fma assured
to rata sm
"No, I'm Just here to have a,home."
"Don't they say that the Kingdom
of Qod may be taken by force? But
you know more about the Kingdom
than I. Let them believe me the
daughter of some old boyhood iri4nd
—that'll make It easy. As the daugh-
ter of that friend, you'll give me a
home. I'll keep out of your way, and
be pleaaant—a nice little girl, of any
age you please." She smiled remotely.
He spoke dully: "But they'll want
to know all about that old college
friend "
"Will you enjoy a home that you
seise by force?"
"Naturally. Well, Just Invent some
story—I'll stand by you."
"You don't know me," he returned,
drawing himself up. "What! do you
Imagine I would He to them?"
"I think," Pran remarked Imperson-
ally, "that to a person In your posi-
tion—a person beginning to reap what
he has sown, lying Is always the next
course. But you must act as your
conscience dictates. You may be
sure that if you decide to tell the
truth, I'll certainly stand by you in
that"
Helplessly driven to bay, he flashed
out violently, "Unnatural girl—or
woman—or whatever you are—there
Is no spirit of girlhood or womanhood
In you."
Fran returned In a low, concentrat-
ed voice, "If I'm unnatural, what were
you In the Springfield days? Was It
natural for you to be married secretly
when the marriage might have been
public? When you went away to
break the news to your father, wasn't
It rather unnatural for you to bide
three years before coming back?
When you came back and beard that
your wife had gone away to be sup-
ported by people who were not re-
spectable, was It natural fbr you to
be aatisfled with the first rumors you
heard, and disappear for good and all?
for me. yes, I have neither the
spirit of girlhood nor Womanhood, for
I'm neither a girl, nor a woman, I'm
nothing." Hef voice trembled. "Don't
rouse my anger—when I loss grip on
myself. I'm pretty hard to stop. If I
let everything rush on my mind—how
she—my friend'—my sweet darling
'friend'—how she searched tor yon all
the years till she died—and how even
on her death-bed shs thought maybe
you'd come—you—"
Pran choked back the words.
"Dont!" she gaspsd. "Dont reproach
me, or I'll reproach you, and 1 mustn't
do that I want to hide my real heart
from you—from all the world. I want
to smile, and be like respectable
people."
"Por God's sake," whispered the
other frantically, "hush! I hear my
wife, coming. Yes, yes, 111 do every-
thing you say, but oh, dont ruin me.
You shall have a borne with us, you
shall have everything, everything."
Except a welcome," Pran faltered,
frightened at the emotion she had be-
trayed. "Can yon show me to a room
—quick—before your wife corneal I
don't want to meet her, now, I'm ter-
ribly tired. I've come all the way
from New York to find you; I reached
Llttleburg only at dusk—and I've been
pretty busy ever since!"
"Come, then." he said hastily. "This
way—I'll show you a room. . . . It's
too late," he broke off, striving desper-
ately to regain composure.
The door opened, and a woman en-
tered the room hastily.
CHAPTER VI.
Mrs. Gregory.
The wind had suddenly increased
In violence, and a few raindrops bad
already fallen. ■ Apprehensions of A
storm caused hurried movements
throughout the honse. Blinding'flashes
of lightning suggested a gathering of
the family in the reception hall, where,,
according to tradition, there was "less
danger;" and as the unknown lady
opened the door of the front room.
Pran heard footsteps npon ths stairs,
and caught a glimpse of Grace Nolr
descending.
The lady dosed the door behind her
before she perceived Fran, so Intent
was she upon securing from threaten-
ing rain some unfinished silk-work
lying on the window-sill. She paused
abruptly, her bonsst brown eyes
opened wide.
The perspiration shons on Hamilton
Gregory's forehead. "Just a moment"
he uttsred Incoherently—"wait—111 be
back when I make sura my library
window's closed. . . ." He left the
room, his brain in an agony of inde-
cision. How much must be told? And
how would they regard him after the
telling?
"Who are your asked ths lady of
thirty-live, mildly, but with gathering
If the tired spirit was bracing Itself
for battle.
The lady wore her wavy hair part-
ed in the middle after that fashion
which perhaps waa never new; and no
Impudent ribbon or arrogant flounce
stole one's attention from the mouth
that waa Just sincere snd sweet. It
was a face one wanted to look at be-
cause—well, Pran didn't know why.
"She'a no prettier than I," was Fran's
decision, measuring from the natural
standard—the standard every woman
hides In her own breast.
"And who Is Fran?" asked the mild
voice. The lady smiled so tenderly.
It waa llks a mellow light ateallng
from a fairy rose-garden of thornless
souls.
Pran caught her breath while her
face ahowed hardness—but not against
the other. 8he felt something like
holy wrath as her presentment sound-
ed forth protestlngly—"But who are
you?" v
"I am Mrs. Gregory-"
"Ob, no," cried Pran, with violence,
Pran Suggested Honor.
"no!" She added rather wildly. "It
can't be—I mean—but say you an
not Mrs. Gregory."
"I am Mrs. Gregory," the other re-
peated, mystified.
Pran tried to hide her emotion with
a smile, but it would have been easier
for her to cry, just because she of the
patient brown eyes was Mrs. Gregory.
At that moment Hamilton Gregory
re-entered the room, brought back'by
the fear that Pran might tell all dur-
ing his absence. How different life
would have been If he could have
found her flown!— bnt he read In her
face no promise of departure.
His wife was not surprised at his
haggard face, tor ho was always worh-
lng too bard, worrying over bis exten-
sive charities, planning editorials for
his philanthropic Journal devising
means to better the condition of the
local church. But the presence or this
stranger—doubtless ons of his count-
less objects of charity—demanded ex-
planation.
"Come." he said bruskly, addressing
neither directly, "we needn't stop here.
I have some explanations to make, and
they might as well be made before
everybody, onoe and for all. . . ."]
He pauaed wretchedly, seeing no out-
look, no possible escape. Something
muat be told—not a lie, but possibly
not all the truth; that would rest with
Pran. . He was as much in her power
as if she, herself, had been the effect
of his sin.
He opened the door, and walked
with a heavy step into the hall. Mrs.
Gregory followed, wondering, looking
rather at Fran than at her huacand.
Fran's keen eyes searched the apart-
ment for the actual aource of Hamil-
ton Gregory's acutest regrets.
Yes, there stood the secretary.
CHAPTER VII.
A Family Conference.
Of the group, It was the secretary
who first claimed Fran's attention. la
a way, Grace Nolr dominated the
place. Perhaps It was bscause of her
splendidly developed body, her beauty,
her attitude of unclaimed yet unroo-
ognlsed authority, that she stood dis-
tinctly first
As tor Mrs. Gregory, her mild aloof-
ness suggested that shs hardly
longed to ths family. Hamilton Greg-
ory found himself Instinctively tun-
ing to Grace, rather than to his wife.
Mrs. Gregory's face did, indeed, ask
why Fran was there; hut Ones, stand-
ing at the foot of the stairs, and look-
ing at Ongory with memory of hor
recent dismissal, demanded
tions.
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B0BB5-MEPPILLC0.)
')%ls brother, Simon Jefferson, though
stocklly built and evidently well-fed,
tore an air of laaaltude, as If peren-
nially tired. As hs leaned back in a
hall chair, bs seemed the only ons
present who did not cars why Fna
waa there.
Gregory broke the silence by dear
lng bis throat with evident embarnss-
ment. A psal of thundsr offered him
reprieve, and after Its revsrbsratlons
had died away, be atlll hesitated.
This," be ssld presently, "Is a—ths
orphan—an orphan—ons who has
come to me from— She says her
name Is Pnnces."
Pran," cams ths abrupt correction;
"just FrajJ."
There waa a general feeling that an
orphan should epeak lees positively,
even sbout her own name—should be.
aa It were, subdued from ths mere
fact of orphanhood.
'An orphan!" 8lmon Jefferson ejao-
ulated, moving restlessly In bis effort
to And the easiest corner of his chair.
I hope nothing Is going to exdte ms.
I have beart-dlseass, little glri. nnd
I'm liable to topple off at any moment
I tell you, I must not be excited."
"I dont think," replied Fran, with
cheerful Interest In his malady, "that
orphana are very exciting."
Hamilton Gregory reaumed, can-
tioualy stepping over dangerona
ground, while the, others looked at
Pran. and Grace never ceased to look
at blm. "8he came here tonight sftsr
the services at the Big Tent She
came here and, or I should say, to re-
quest. to ask—Miss Ones saw her
when she came. Miss Onoe knew of
her being here." He seised upon this
fact as If to l|ft himself over pitfalls.
Grace's eyes were gnvely Judldal.
She would not condemn him unheard,
but at the same time she let him see
thst her knowledge of Fran would not
help his case. It did not surprlss
Mrs. Gregory that Onoe had known
of the strangs preeence; the secretary
knew of events before the rent of the
family.
Gregory continued, dsllcntely pick-
ing his way: "But the child ashed to
see me alone, heoauss shs had a spe-
cial message—a—yes. a message to
deliver to ma So I asksd Miss Grace
to leave us tor half an hour. Then I
beard ths girl's story, while Miss
Orscs waited upstalra."
"Well," Simon Jefferson Interpossd
Irritably, "Miss Ones Is accounted for.
do on, brother-in-law, go on, if we
must have It"
"Ths fact Is, Lucy—" Gregory at
this point turasd to his wife—for at
oertain odd moasnta hs found rollsf
In doing so—"the fact is—ths fsct is,
this girl Is the w daughter of—of a
very old friend of mlne*-e:friend who
waa—waa a friend years ago, long be-
tore I movsd to Llttleburg, long before
I saw you, Lucy. That was when my
home was In New York. I have told
you all about that time of my youth,
when I lived with my father in New
York. Well, before my father died,
I was acquainted with—this friend. I
owed that person a great debt, not of
money—a debt of—what shall I say?"
Fran suggested, "Honor."
Gregory mopped his brow wblls nil
looked from Fran to him. Ho re-
sumed dsspentely: "I owed a gnat
debt to that friend—oh, not of money,
of course—a debt which circumstances
prevented me from psylng—from
meeting—which I still ows to ths
memory ef that—or—of that dead
friend. The friend la dead, you under-
stand, yes, dead."
Mrs. Gregory could not understand
her husband's unaccuatomed hesitan-
cy. 8he Inquired of Pnn, "And Is
your mother dead, too, little girl?"
That simple queetlon. Innocently
pnferred, directed the course of fu-
ture events. Mr. Ongory hsd not In-
tentionally spoken of bis frisnd In
such a way as to throw doubt upon ths
sex. Now that he realised how his
wife's misunderstanding might save
him, he had not the courage to undo-
celve her.
Fran waited tor him to epeak. The
delay had lost him ths power to re*
veal the truth. Would Fran betny
blm? He wished that the thunder
might drown out the sound of her
words, but the storm seemed holding
Its breath to listen.
Fran said quietly, "My mother died
three yean ago."
Mrs. Ongory asksd her husband.
"Did yon svsr tell me about this
friend? I'd nmsmber from his nana;
what was It?"
It seemed Imposslbls for him to ut-
ter ths nams which had sounded from
his lips so often In love. Hs opened
his lips, but he conld not say "Jose-
phine.'' Besides, ths last name would
do. "Derry," he gasped.
"Come here, Fran Derry," said Mrs.
Ongory, .reaching out her hand, with
tnnt swsst smile, that somsbow made
Fran feel the dew of tears.
Hamilton Gregory plucked up spir-
its. "I couldn't turn away the daugh-
ter of my old friend. You wouldnt
want me to do that None of you
would. Now that I've explained ev-
erything, I hope there'll be no objec-
tion to her staying hen In ths house-
that la, If shs wants to stay. She has
corns to do It, shs says—all ths way
from New York,"
Mn Gregory slipped her arm about
the Independent shoulders, nnd dnw
the girl down beside her upon a divan.
"Do you know," she said gently, "yon
en the vpry first of nil hls;Nsw York
friends who haa come Into my Ufaf
Indeed, I am willing, end Indeed yon
shnll stay with as. Just aa long as you
will."
Fran asksd Impulsively, as she
clasped her hands, "Do you think yon
could like me? Could—your
"Dear child"—the answer' was no-
companlsd by a gentle pressure "you
an the daughter of my husband's
friend. That's enough for ma Yon
need a home, and you shall have one
with us. I Uks you nlready, dear."
Tears dimmed Frnn's sysa "And I
Just lovs you," shs cried. Kyi What
a woman you are I"
Once Nolr was silent She liked
Fnn less than ever, hut her look waa
thnt of n hired secretary, saying,
"With all this, I have nothing to da"
Doubtless, whsn .alone with Hamilton
Ongory, she would express her sin-
cen conviction thnt the girl's presence
would lnterefsre with his work—but
these othen would not understnnd.
Frnn's uBoonventionnllty bad given
to Mrs. Gregory's lnugh n girlish note,
hut almost nt once her face reenmed
Its wonted gravity. Perhape the
slight hollows in the ohseks had been
pressed by Ahe lingers of can, but It
waa rather lack of light than preeenoe
of shadow, that told Fran aomethlng
waa miasing from the woman-heart
(TO BS COWTINtTOD.)
COUGH DUE TO NERVOUSNESS
Not Dangerous, but Hard to
gulsh Prom That When Snnshlal
Tubes An Affected,
It frequently happens thnt persons
hitherto in good health an suddenly
isised with fite of coughing, which
they have consldsnble dlfiioulty In
overoomlng. Due to n general neu-
rasthenic or hysterical nsrvous condi-
tion. this cough, owing to Its parties-
lar characteristics, la termed "the
cough."
nervous cough often cannot he
ulshed In -nny way from the
due to on nfloetleu of the no-
7 passngsa It sometimes oo-
in the form of periodical, pse-
ud very painful Ste of ebugh-
mes us a oootlottal
dry ooogh. Its most character-
symptom Is that K essass daring
_ is again oa waking,
patients while often a source of
thorn around tham.
generally otherwise la wry
Another <
r-"*- "v
i cough is
cough, but not for long, and ss a
nle In sash casss ths next fit at
coughing Is nil the more Sevan
The nervous sough is pnctlcuterly
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sumes the character ef a
coagh. it In unattended tey any serfr
oua danger, snd does net tnduoe any
emphysema Chugs of climate ap-
pears to haye most effect upon It
•uflMnh Anno te Chungs. '
There Is aothtag mon amusing ta
all tie uttelnt sad curious customs of
the KagHsh howe of
cry out ia the!
"Who goss botes?" \
These myutertbu words ham
sd night
Pimples-Bolls
Dr.Hrafc
CsUtslMcslDbtwwT
Scratch?
"Hunt'aCure'Ma guar-
anteed to stop and
permanently cure that
terrible itching. It ia
compounded for that
purposs nnd your money
will bs promptly rsfcndsd
WITHOUT QUE8TI0M
If Hunt's Cum falls to cum
Itch, Bcsstns, Tetter, Ring
Worm or any other Skin
Disease. 90c at your druggist's, or by mafi
direct if he hssn'tH. Ms * ' ' '
A.LBCHMOS
SPECIAL TO WOMEN
Do you realise ths feet that thousands
of women an now using
ASsUbAriNffcPeW*
u n remedy for mucous membrus af-
fections, such u son throat, nasal o
pelvic oatarrh. Inflummntiou or ulcera-
tion, ouussd by fsmnls Ills? Womu
who huve been cured say "It is worth
Its weight In gold." Dlasolvs is wutsr
ud apply locally. Fbr ten years the
Lydln K. Pinkham Msdlclns Co. haa
recommended Puxtlne In their private
corns pondsnce with womu.
Por nil hygienic nnd toiMtussstthu
as equnL Only 60c n lnrge box nt Drug-
gists or ssnt postpnld on receipt of
fftoe- Ths Fnstoa Toilet Co* Boston,
W. N. U-, Oklahoms City, Ns. 22-1I1J.
Opportunity probsbly knocked nt
your door while you wen out gossip-
ing with the neighbors.
Whst Then?
"I want you to go with me and look
nt n futurist ennvas."
"Suppose we an both overcome?"
Just aa Cffsctlvs.
Wagg—No, hut I Can let you have n
chafing dish.—Philadelphia Record.
Ths Dnwhsck.
"I don't llks to attack a tot
man."
"Why not n fat mnnr
"Becuuss hs Is npt to offsr a stout
resistance."
Breakfast
A Pleasure
MXmJ' MI|| Lam*
wnen job swre
A food with *ap and
xest that wake# up ths
amelite. :
Spriskle etitp Poet
trta, rid
M l little
't:
His Business.
"From ths way thnt fallow has bssn
talking to you, I Judgs hs is a hot air
artist."
"So he is—advertising agent for a
new furnace."
Be Happy Today.
He that hath so muy causes of Joy,
ud so great to very much In lovs
with sorrow and peevishness, who
loses nil these pleasures, and chooses
to sit down upon his little hudful of
thorns. Enjoy (he blessings of this
day, If God aends them; nnd the evils
of it hear patientlytnd sweetly; for
this day only Is ours. Ws are dead to
yesterdny ud wo an not yet born to
ths' morrow. But If we look abroad
and bring Into one day's thoughts the
evil of muy. certain ud uncertain,
what will be ud what will never be,
our load will be u Intolerable u It
Is unrensonable.—Jeremy Taylor.
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