The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-12-30

been for nearly month ant
- I've found out nothing.
don't believe l ever will find out any
thing of myself against Mr.. Temple.
The housekeeper started and eyeC
her curiously.
even If you don't find out anything
dearie," she said stolidly, you may b.
pretty certain that your husband viii
be set free. Mr.. Temple may be in
dicted now any day, and everybody
all the papers, say the circumstantia
evidence is so strong that he must b,
convicted. He's surely guilty" Mrs
Mason, as all who knew her wer,
aware, once having formed an opinion
held TO ii.
81 don't want Robert cleared on cir
cumstantial evidence" protested Anna.
That's not what I'm making this
fight for. 1 know what public opinion
is. It's tickle; it cries 'Hosannahy on
Palm Sunday; it cries Cruelty! on
Good Friday. j know the sway OF
the press can make or unmake n man.
Just now it's making Robert and
breaking Mr.. Temple. but after the
clamor will come doubt / want the
proof of Roberts innocence in my
own hands. / don't want any senti-
mental vindicatlon for the father OF
my boys"
The father of her boys! Yes, il had
come to be just that. Unconsciously
she had said it. TO keep herself to
her duty she had fallen back on that
last reserve of a woman's strength.
her mother love.
And how hungry she was growing
for them, these boys of hers! "Oh.
need them" she exclaimed in n sud
den outburst-"I need them! Do you
know, without them even my prayers
have come to be stricken and palsied
things. Without them the great scheme
of the universe seems TO have got gro
tesquely mixed, irratlonally jumblcd.
With a child in her arms a woman
feels always less like a speck of sand
Under the eye OF the Infinite, the In
comprehensive. It's the unbreakable
link of the Human Son binding US to
thC AtNt VI 1Ohs suppose hhAttA
leaned forward over her machine and
buried her head in her arms.
A light was dawning upon Mrs. Ma.
SOMA light which she dreaded. She
came over and stroked the buried
head.
"What beautiful hair you have.
child" she said fatuitously, not know
ing what else TO say.
"Uh-huhr murmured the young wo-
man whimsically. "It's pleasant TO
feel soft and smooth. isn't it, yet Of
fering slight resistance to stroking7
It's modern. independent hair"
This mood would never do. The
prim New Englander saw it. 81 say.
Anna, what you need is to have a lit
tie visit with your children. Mr.. Tenn
pie will excuse you for day, 1 know.
You can run out TO see them, and"--
"Oh, but can't can't. you see,"
cried Anna in an extremity Of desire
and duty. "a day? Why, just in
that very day the evidence I'm seek
ing might come-a letter, a telegram,
a telephone message. Look here,
Mrs. Mason!" Opening a drawer OF
her desk, she took out handkerchief
One corner of it was tied in a hard
knot over many tiny scraps of paper.
''As Mt Temple was leaving the
room just before you came in he tore
up this letter and threw II in the waste
basket, you understand? You ask me
often why am so white in the morn
ings when / come down to breakfast.
Well, it's because haven't slept. It's
because rye been passing the night
trying TO piece together just such
scraps as these. Always-always with
10 result.
Nothing works against him. Every
little bit of evidence
works for him. A little side light on
ais splendid fighting qualities here;
mother on some unknown patrician
let of kindness TO some fellow being
here. oh, it's horrible, horrible AS
say, the whole Of life seems to have
cot mixed-jumbled. Yet l must go
IN hoping against hope for the chill
lren's sake"
"Dearie, / know what I'll do. I'll |
'un out myself tomorrow and see
hem and fetch you back direct word.
Would you like it?'
For reply, in an abandon OF crate
'ulness, Anna drew the elder woman |
Town to her and kissed her again and
lgain.
That afternoon, taking a stroll in the
garden. Annals heart felt lighter, and