Jackson Gregory

Jackson Gregory

Summary

Portrait of Jackson Gregory Jackson Gregory The Fire Flower — Chapter 11 (1917)

In his final moment, Charles Francis Hamilton stood clothed in conscious power, unshaken in a great faith—triumphant. There was no other word for him then.
“Look!” cried the madman.
But was he mad?
For both Paula and John Sheldon turned and looked—and saw what the old man saw. There in the strange, weird light in the west, clear against the sky, were a great pair of wings flashing like pure beaten gold, as a graceful, speeding body described a long, sweeping curve, seemed for a moment to be dropping below the mountain-tops, then rose, climbing higher and higher.
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Portrait of Jackson Gregory Jackson Gregory The Fire Flower — Chapter 11 (1917)

There was reason enough for the dread in Paula’s breast; the man was dying!
“Tell me,” said Sheldon softly, “can I do anything for you? Is there any way I can help you?”
The burning eyes narrowed. The old man lifted a shaking hand and pushed the tangled beard away from his lips.
“Curse you!” he panted. “Why are you here?”
“Why, father!” cried Paula. “You told me to bring him!”
“Him?” It was a mutter, deep in the throat, labored and harsh. “You were to get a dotor, girl! This man is a thief, like the others. He comes to steal our fortune from us.”
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Portrait of Jackson Gregory Jackson Gregory The Fire Flower — Chapter 11 (1917)

He knows; curse him, he knows, he knows!”
He was raging, wildly; his words came in a tumbled fury of sound like the fall of waters down a rocky cliff; his body grew tense to the last muscle, and then shook again as with an ague. Paula, upon her feet now, her hands clasped in a mute agony of suspense, turned frightened eyes from him to Sheldon.
Slowly the wreck that was Charles Francis Hamilton, one time man of scientific note, straightened up; the tall, gaunt form, swaying dangerously, stood erect.
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