The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-12-28

'srHIs BURTON TEMPLE7" SHE srAMMKRED
ISCREDULoUsLY.
oh such q womanl You'd love her,
Anna. Poor thing, she just worships
her son. Sent to me the other day for
an old photograph of his which she'd
forgotten. While | think OF 1t Ill take
it out Of the album now"
"Let me see what he looks like, this
man." said Anna, as Mrs. Mason lift
ed out a print from the book.
"It was taken some ten years ago,
/ believe, but it's good likeness" Mrs
/ Mason remarked as she handed It to
| her.
Anna glanced at it, then stepped
back breathing hard.
"This Burton Temple?" she STAN
mered incredulously.
Mrs. Mason was occupied In replac-
| ing the album and did not notice how
her face had suddenly gone white, nor
did she hear the pain Of her under the
breath whisper. "The old, unknown
prince Of my Dreams"
Anna threw the photograph down In
little paroxysm of disdain.
"Don't like his face?" queried Mrs.
Mason, looking up.
at isn't that" she laughed bitterly.
the sort Of laugh which had first Wis
tied her lips a year ago among the
honeysuckle vines. ats another ideal
smashed. that's all. Mrs. Mason, do
you know" she tapped the likeness
contemptuously, 81 used TO pass this
man nearly every day whom I was in
Forbes office-that was the first and
only stenographer's position / ever
held-coming in and out Of Tie Ex-
change building. / never knew who
he was, but there was a sometime
about him, a set of the jaw. a swing
of the shoulders, all integrity ano
force-something that stamped him %
me as vital and eager, a prince among
men. He carried his head up. his chin
forward. He seemed to be cleaving
his way manfully through life. he
was the fairy prince Of my eirlish
dreams. Oh, i wish--I wish it hadn't
been hel" There was a very childish
tremble in the brave mouth, but sba
went on:
amid all the discriminating mud
they cast at the big successful men OF
the day I've always ciasped this mans
picture 70 my heart, saying, Here's
one at least who is fine and straight
and big"
There was an unutterable, dumb
loneliness in the young face, forlorn
lingering of the fingers, as uncon-
, sciously she touched the discarded pic
ture once again. One has seen a wo-
man look just in the same way as she
has touched the clothes of her little
+ dead child.
"And now, instead Of being fine and
{ straight and big, he's unprincipled and
scheming and vicious, like all the rest
, Bang goes another ideal, Mrs. Mason
> He's t'o man who has branded the IA
+ Their OF my boys as n thief"
a "S-shr' cried Mrs. Mason warningiy
' again. There were heavy strides com
! ing down the corridor The door OF
. the library opened abruptly. Anns
Granger had just time to collect her
self as the president OF the Gotham
p entered, followed by Cato, his huge
mastiff.
a you'll have TO Jump right in and
Y take ND the work where my secretar,
I left Off. Miss Dale" said he after TIT
few preliminaries OF courtesy had beef
!. exchanged. II shall give you," wav
:. ing his hand vaguely, "the keys to th
city. There are no limitations. Yo'
~ will receive my mail and open it," H
O. paused for n second. mo; there i
"a one source OF communication l wis
n. to remain private. Anything comin
TO me from the New York detective bu
,, reau you will kindly hand to me IN
I. opened"
II precisely, MT. Temple" agreed tn
h new secretary without the culver 0
,r an eyelash. The president or IN
ID Gotham Trust company continued:
" 'From now on 1 shall have an VI
" usual amount of exacting business !
"a connection with this Granger CASE
8 You may have heard of it?'
I "Yes," assented she, unbuttoning ne
glove.
re Another thing, Miss Dale-a lare
ne portion of the time l shall require yo
IN TO be up here. There are some day
of course, when you will be free to 6
d. 10 your own home. but practically
20 shall want you to live in this hous
v. Nv mother is abroad just now. II
e. sorry. Mrs. Mason viii make 70
,d comfortable in her absence, l uus
ut and now she will show you TO yo'
be room. Come down again when youN
st settled yourself II you are not too tire
n. There's plenty OF work waiting soc
Oh He turned to his much Uttered DIES
as his housekeeper conducted Anna
I her room. and Cato settled down D
a fore the fireplace.
n.