The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-03-22

spond. Someone had been tampering
with the figures. Did Mr.. Grey sus-
pect anyone?"
No! but everyone else down to the
Office boy suspected Mr.. Greyl
He had been so strangely, they
thought at first-now merely thief!
Yes! they all had something to say,
some proof to give of his iniquity.
and to save his life he could not utter
one word in his own defense-in fact,
there was nothing to be said-he was
guilty; he would not add tissue of
lies to his other enormities, nor would
he stoop so low as to try and throw
his sins onto innocent shoulders.
It was terrible being taken through
the streets to prison, terrible stand
ing in the dock, terrible to hear his
counsel plead for him, tell of the sud-
den temptation, and to hear himself
condemned to five years penal servi-
tude!
But most dreadful of all was it to
see Violet, his wife-with the pallor
of death on her beautiful face, and to
hear her sweet lips murmur:
1T was only you wanted, Geoff,
dear-not luxury, not wealth, not
grand house and jewelry. If had
wanted them, should have married
Mr.. Watson, the millionaire, who
asked me week before you did; it
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my sake that is killing me-"
"Come in"
The words were uttered drowsily as
Godfrey Grey opened his eyes and
saw his wife standing by his side.
"There is knock at the front
door, Geoff, darling" she whispered,
hurriedly; sit is Mr.. Sharp. Geoff-
my sweetheart-my husband, there is
still time to draw back; but fear the
crisis really is here-your sleep has
been troubled-you have mutteYed
such strange things, Geoff. went up
to my bedroom, and knelt down
and prayed to God that you might be
kept from sin, and that the craze for
speculation might burn itself out"
He was wide awake then-wide,
wide awake, and he looked from the
sweet, anxious face of his wife to the
crafty, crocodile smile of his evil
genius, as Mr.. Sharp began his apol-
ogy for being so late.
"Was kept in the city--very sorry,
really couldn't help myself. You will
excuse me, I'm sure, Mrs. Grey, for
taking your husband out tonight, but
we have most important business to
transact together"
Violet's breath came quick and
hard; she did not speak, although her
lips moved, but she kept her eyes on
her husbands face and set up one
last prayer for help-help that no hui
man being could give her.
Geoffrey's hand wandered mechan-
ically to his breast-pocket, where
there was thick, soft packet or roll
of paper-bank notes paid to him
that afternoon after Office hours;
notes belonging to Mr.. Mason, his en-
ployer; notes that Sharp knew he ex-
pected to receive that day, and had
wrung a promise from him should be
entrusted to him to put on "a dead
certainty"
I'm very sorry, Sharp" said Geof-
frey, slowly; 'but our little business
is off, now and forever. I've done
with specializing. 1t costs too much.
1 can't afford it on clerks salary.
And feel sure Mr.. Mason would pre-
fer choosing his own investments;
don't mean to choose them for him."
With q snarl like an angry terrier
the tempter went away. He was
beaten-beaten by woman who
didn't know enough about business
to indorse check properly. No! but
she knew right from wrong-she knew
what real love was; she knew victory
from defeat; and as she shed tears
of joy on Geoffrey's breast when the
front door slammed behind his black
angel, banished forever from that
house and it's owners presence, she
heard Geoffrey's dream and realized
that it had been sent in answer to her
prayers to pull back the slipping feet
just on the edge of the precipice; and
that night, perhaps, Godfrey Grey and
his wife were the two happiest peo-
pie in the whole of London.-London
Tt-Bits.