The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-01-02

could invent the crime" agreed Temple
bitterly.
A bitter mood, however. could never
endure long with Burton Temple. The
hoy I'm him would never be downed.
He crossed to his pipe rack. extracted
his favorite meerschaum and was soon
leaning back luxuriously in bis chair
while Craven scratched away with his
goose quill.
"You know, Craven" he said, there's
no use crossing a bridge till you come
10 il. and. somehow, l think my luck's
beginning to turn. I've an odd idea
chat my new secretary is responsible.
She infuses me with that indomitable
quality called hope"
"She's a capable woman" agreed
Craven grudgingly. you'll miss her
common sense and sane, businesslike
ways when Miss Graham returns"
"Eh?" asked Temple, coming back
from his space staring with a start.
Then he laughed infectiously. "Oh,
YES. ! shall miss her common sense
and businesslike ways"-puff, puff,
puff. from his pipe. Never married,
did you, Craveni'
"Still sane, thanks" contemptuous-
ly, while the goose quill ran a race
with the pipe puffs and outdistanced
them.
pair Of old fools, you and T''-puff.
puff. "You know, Craven, that girl
has n delicious voice. If she sang 1t
would be a mezZo."
Craven looked up over his glasses in
disgust what in thunder are you
driving at?" he cried.
Driving att" laughed Temple. IL
hope I'm driving at happiness Cra-
ven, there's one thing I'll tell you
straight. If this case turns out right
and my honors indicated I'm going
to marry. provided. of course, she will
have me-" he added tenderly.
Some few weeks earlier the grim
lawyer would have stared, eyes and
mouth wide open, at such an an
nouncement. Some few weeks earlier
he would have scoffed at the notion
of such thing coming to pass, and
he would have demonstrated, reason
ably enough, that it was impossible
for Burton Temple. with his keen
knowledge of the world. of the in
Vulnerable vanities and whims of wo-
mankind, ever 10 go the way OF all
flesh.
But the problem, like the puzzle of
the Eleatic philosophers. had solved
itself Achilles cannot catch the tor
toise," but he does. 1t was impossi-
BILE for Burton Temple TO fall in love.
but he had. So Craven only shook
his head sadly and commiseratingy.
"Are you ready to dictate your let
tiers. Mr.. Templew Posing lightly
near the threshold, a delicate uplift on
her lovely brows, the lady of his vi
sions waited. Craven frowned. TEN
pie smiled Craven left the room, and
Temple rose.
Letters" said he. ooh. no, thank
fortune, there are no pressing letters
to dictate this afternoon; we can put
them off till tomorrow"
MOP" said Anna quizzically. She
bowed slightly and was retreating
when Temple said In that humble.
mesmeric way of his:
IL never knew before, Miss Dale,
that you sang. ! heard you In the
music room little while ago. How
1t would please my motherv'
1t had been merely a simple little
full of pretty sarsenet chidings
to wakeful child. favorite lullaby
of her children. At, the moment when
she sang 1t she had felt the need Of
it somehow.
ooh, I've no drawing room accom-
laughed she. II had no
early training. At home 1 used to
mend the house linen and tie down
the jellies." She caught her under
coral lip with bewitching sentences.
your little song gave me very real
pleasure nevertheless" said he. smil-
ing. at had 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 confidingly into them.
IT dare say" smiled she APOLOGIZE |
cally, ''those enchanted castles Of ours
were rather vague things wrapped in
n 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"
Il know" said he. watching her
with grave eyes. "Still. I'd like to
hear 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 Dale? Do sit
DOWN.
"My ideal manv echoed Anna, with
never so faint n touch Of surprise.
Then, yielding to mood Of reckless
ness. she sank into low ottoman and
looked straight out before her. "well.
he must be like buoy at sea, firmly
anchored to the bottom, but taking
the surface as he finds: swaying with
waves. not braced against them and
only seeming to drift. You under
ufoud1 Navar aoott..~ .--t4a A. |