Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-12-20
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and the prsncass Of your enchanted.
palace, Mr. Temple? What must yeur
IDEAL princess her, Sun 80 hoksd
out dreamily before -.
II think" said be Slswly, '500R -
milton Of tie prince would At Il VIII
mine OF The princess 4 little ueheoe
dancing on the surface, psrhapA . ht-
tie less anchor rope. hut pretty U0ch
the same"
II thank you for my sex" she MN.
INJURED softly. with lovely. melting
eyes. There does sesm 10 b god
deal Of the vixen about N often" che
went on. but one thing - sure. the
man who calls for the ideal In Q wo-
man may be disappointed; but at least
he'll get more than had been In her
before. Hts calling for the ideal viii
create It The woman win try to b.
come what he thinks she is.''
Precisely" nodded Temple. and
suppose that - why 20 many mar.
riages fail-the man doesn't can for
the best?"
"His business takea him IN hand,
that's an" commented Anna lightly.
cts the old truism about man and
woman. daresay. Her heart u
home. and his but an inn.' They como
that way into the world. you know
the women. with the husband already
In their hearts. Sometimes. In appear
ance, they arc unfaithful to him. mar
rying Some one else. but
IT think it's IKE that With some
men. too" said he. seeing that her sen
tence had trailed OF vaguely into d.
lence. There are some men who VII
wed only the prototype In thsar heart
With which they were born There
are some Of us who wait and wait IN
til she comes"
He was looking down at her with
that pathet1cally patient smile that a.
ways demoralized her. His voice. With
the wonderful music In It. was upon
her. She shivered and with DELHI.
crate effort leaned forward 50 that she
might catch a glimpse ef the prison
walls scress the river.
We shall know hef when We meet
her, dent yoa tAinkt' the low. mes
merle voice went on He had risen
now and come close to the ottoman.
sHerr' She pretended to be me-
chanieally following his words. her
eyes still dxed resolutely upon the
prison walls. the blood within her
surgins hotly. "oh. the ideal princess7
Why, yes. Mr.. Temple. Il she ever
comes your wy I hope you'll know
hse. But inst think what Q pedestal
you've raised fer hee 20 stand uponT
The strident little laugh. almost
hysterical, Jared Temples mood hcr-
ribly. In patient amasenent he lifted
up his eyes. He crossed to his desk
ana, getting pencil. began to sharp
En- It
1T was only In . general way that
I established the princess qualities"
he continued. with assumed lightness.
$50 It isn't fair Of you to poke such
fun at my standard. Miss Dale. Be
sides, your standard for tho prince
was tust a. high. wasn't ftp
maybe it was. But don't believe
in the prince any more: there's the
di6erence. you zee. He must have
oh, all sorts Of impossible things"
Again that ringing laugh With q jerk
In it. And tho jerk snapped some odd
thing in Temples simple. hoosst
heart.
..For example!" he said. IN quiet
kind WY.
..Oh. honor. for example. and'-
A sudden understanding took HIM.
He WINGED and hesttatsd
"Andr hs pursued steadily. laying
the sharpened pencil upon the desk
and closing up the knife slowly.
She was desperate. She was making
her last tiger light.
-"and a penknife."
"At least you will admit the PEN
knife. Miss Dale.
The pain IN his eyes, the gentle die-
nifty Of the mans bearing. struck home
making her heart CRY out. She nads
q quick, FESTIVE. uncontrolled little
move toward him.
I'll beg. your pardon. I was unwar.
rantably rude" An ungovernable Mt
tie sob caught her breath.
They should have gone to the Scrip
lures for your name. Miss Dale" said
he With dry Hps. You should have
been called Jael. used to wondss
what the woman could have boan IKE