, 1911-11-16

to dictate this afternoon: we can put
them or till tomorrow"
MOP said Anna quizzically. She
bowed slightly and was r~etreating
when Temple said in thai humble.
mesmeric way of his:
Il never knew before. Miss Dale.
that you sang. I heard you In the
music room a little while ago How
1t would please my motherr"
1t had been merely a simple little
lullaby. full of pretty sarsenet chidings
to a wakeful child, a ~favorite lullaby
of her children. AT the moment when
she sang 1t h had felt the need of
it somehow
"Oh, I've no drawing room accom-
plishments." laughed she. II had no
early training AT home / used to
mend the house linen and tie down
the jellies." She caught her under
coral lip with bewitching sedateness.
"Your little song gave me very real
pleasure nevertheless" said he. smiI
ing at had a bit Of removed con
tent about it. such as might have be
longed to the enchanted palaces we
were speaking about the other day
Remember Sit down. won't you, and
talk to me n little? I'm lonely"
Instead of sitting down Anna reach
ed out her hands seductively to Cato,
who came and pushed his big. honest
nose c%onfidingly into them.
81 dare say" smiled she apologeti
cally. those enchanted castles of ours
were rather vague things wrapped in
a good deal of roseate haze and of an
architecture that could scarcely have
been reduced to ground plans and ele
vations This is a very practical age.
you know. Mr. Temple"
81 know" said he, watching her
with grave eyes "Still. I'd like to
hear n little about-about the prince
of your enchanted palace. We hadn't
got to that. you see. What must your
ideal man be like. Miss Dale2 Do sit
down.
My ideal man. echoed Anna, with
never so faint n touch of surprise
Then. yielding to n mood of reckless
ness. she sank into a low ottoman and
looked straight out before her We'll,
he must be like a buoy at sea. firmly
anchored to the bottom. but taking
the surface as he finds: swaying with
waves. not braced against them and
onlv seeming to drift. You under
stand? Never floating with the cur
rent, anchored. How's that?" she an
swered, with a fleeting dimple.
That's good" he said earnestly.
watching the slim. firm hands clasp
ed round the woman's knees.
And the princess of your enchanted
palace. Mr.. Temple? What must your
ideal princess be-" Still she looked
out dreamily before her.
Il think" said he slowly, your def
milton of the prince would fit in with
mine of the princess. A little lighter
dancing on the surface. perhaps. a lit
tie less anchor rope. u pretty much
the same"
II thank you for my SEX" she muir
INJURED softly. with lovely. melting
Y "There does seem to be a good
deal of the vixen about US often" she
went on, but one thing is sure. the
man who calls for the ideal in a wo-
man may be disappointed; but. at least.
he'll get more than had been in her
before. His calling for the ideal will
create It. The woman will try to be
come what he thinks she is"
Precisely" nodded Temple. land l
suppose that is why so many mar
riages fail-the man doesn't call for
the best?"
His business takes him In hand.
that's ALL" commented Anna lightly.
ITS the old truism about man INT
woman. | daresay. Her heart Is a
home. and his but an inn. They come
that way into the world. you know
the women. with the husband already
in their hearts. Sometimes. in appear
ance. they are unfaithful to him. mar
rying some one else. but
"I think it's like that with some
men. too" said he. seeing that her SEN
tence had trailed of vaguely into ST.
lence, There are some men who Will
wed only the prototype in their heart
with which they were born. There
are some of us who wait and wait I'M
tn she comes.
He was looking down at her with
that pathetically patient smile that al
WAYS demoralized her. His voice. with
the wonderful music in 1t, was upon
her She shivered and with a DELHI
crate effort leaned forward so that she
might catch a glimpse Of the prison
walls across the river.
1--WE shall know her when we meet
her. don't you thinkT" the low. mes
meric voice went on. He had risen
now and come close to the ottoman.
"HerY' She pretended to be me-
| chemically following his words, her
eyes still fixed resolutely upon the
prison walls. the blood within her
/ aurninp holly ..Oh. the ideal princess