The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-12-27

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window and looked out into the gar
den. The sun was still shining, but it
had lost it's gold TO her.
There was a-plenty of its gold in
the ripples of her brown hair, how
ever. Robert noticed it. He saw. too.
that her slight figure. dressed in the
simplest of white dlmities. ran around
the corner of pretty curves wherever
ones eyes lighted and followed the
lines. There was an offended look
about her back and half amused dis
pleasure touching her profile.
I'm sorry / spoke like that, Anna"
said he. trying to apologize. "a man
has lot to fight against"-at the end
of several hating sentences-"of
which even his wife knows nothing"
"Have you TO fightT asked she,
turning around and laughing in spite
Of herself. "You don't look like a
fighter, Bobs. You look like a man to
whom-well, to whom things come"
Nothing" observed he. with beft-
ting gravity-''nothing comes without
hustling and exertion and perspira-
ton, either Of brow or spirit"
I'm that case" said she. still regard
ing him reflectively, II ought TO know
about this perspiration and the other
accomplishments. With two children
it's quite time began to face things"
She came nearer and laid her hand
on his shoulder. 'Things might strike
me differently, you see, If l knew
more. Your odd, puzzling little moods
Il could make allowances for them"
He grew confused beneath her can
dor
MY Ill temper" he blurted out,
"was of course, inexcusable. StilI'-
ooh, NONSENSE! / don't mind the Ill
temper in the least. I've heaps of my
own to match ii. It's the freakish-
ness OF the thing, the-the weakness
of such a twisted, untrue mood that
bothers me. How would you feel"
she added quickly, ''if you got some
remote hint that your mahogany cab
met was a veneered imitation or II
the smallest doubt came TO you about
the genuineness of that Inness land
scape there? You'd have forty fits on
the instant. Now. that's how l feel
about you and the children-my small
collection. If l should discover one
day that you were sham products of
bad period instead of being originals
of the best-oh, deary mev'
But, Anna, you want perfection.
Now, n man.
Perfection? Not bit of It! To live
in the company of three angels would
be nightmare. 1t would demoralize
me to feel myself so abject an out
slider. AS to temper, you may even
on occasion storm because you've mis-
laid your gloves or your Communication
tickets or throw the soup at Brldget's
head If it's not hot and well seasoned.
In those cases. you see, l should I'M
derstand your motives and your modes
of action would not be battling. It's
the-the Elusive, twisted moods, as i
say, that confuse me, make me think
of bad periods and things"
Here the bell rang, and Bridget ush-
cred in Miss Mary Graham.
you've Just come in the nick o.
time" said Anna. greeting her guest
warmly with score of engaging pref
illnesses. Robert and I were I'm the
thick of sanguinary encounter"
well" returned Miss Graham. smil-
ing. you do your fighting artistically.
see no signs of vulgar strife"
1--WE thought" explained Anna. "wed
save our scalps for future use, since
Robert expects guest this afternoon.
Now tell me about yourself. DEAR"
added she. as her husband laughingly
strolled out upon the porch. at was
most awfully nice to hear you had Sc
cured such fine secretarial position
somewhere up the Hudson, isn't Il?
Must be nice and cool for this hot
weather"
'It's Just a bit below Osslning.
Those horrid prison walls are the only
disturbing feature about the place, and
the people are all that one could wish.
Mr.. Temple-he's Just been made pres
ident of the Gotham Trust company,
and I'm his first home secretary. be-
lieve = although wholly businessiike
and reserved. Is polite and considerable.
And his mother-oh. Anna. she's Just
the dearest, sweetest patrician old lady
you ever saw! Then there's the
housekeeper; she's queer old Puritan
article. plain as Wesleyan chapel.
severe as an ancestor in oil. but so
kind and good. Yes. I'm very fortu-
nate In my new position. Oh, look at
your distinguished guest!'' cried Miss
Graham. Look at his smart little
trap; look at the antics Of his brown
cobs. Who is he? Robert is greeting
him as IL he were the grand mogul."
"A Mr.. Cornelius Brady. I believe"
said Anna indlfferenlly-"one OF Rob.