The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-04-06
The
Fighting
Hope
Novelized by
VIRGINIA LEILA WENTz
From the Play by
WILLIAM J. HURlBURT
Copyright. 1871. by American Press
A.eo~so<sou
Copyright. 1871. by American Press
Association
(CoNTINUED.]

with the pipe puffs and outdistanced
them.
"Pair Of old fools, you and 1'-put,
puff. "You know, Craven, that girl
has a delicious voice. If she sang it
would be mezzo.''
Craven looked up over his glasses in
disgust. What in thunder are you
driving at?" he cried.
'Driving att" laughed Temple. Il
hope Pm driving at happiness. Cra-
ven, there's one thing I'll tell you
straight. If this case turns out right
and my honor's 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 a 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 to 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 commiseratingly.
"Are you ready to dictate your let
tiers, Mr.. Temple?' Posing lightly
near the threshold, delicate uplift on
her lovely brows, the lady Of his Vi
sions waited. Craven frowned. Tenn
pie smiled Craven left the room, and
Temple rose.
LETTERS" said he. "Oh, no, thank
fortune, there are no pressing letters
to dictate this afternoon; we can put
them off till tomorrow"
"No?'' said Anna quizzica1ly. She
bowed slightly and was retreating
when Temple said in that humble,
mesmeric way of his:
II never knew before, Miss Dale,
that you sang. I heard you in the
music room little while ago. How
it would please my motherv'
It had been merely simple little
lullaby, full of pretty sarsenet chidings
to wakeful child, a favorite lullaby
of her Children At the moment when
she sang it she had felt the need Of
1t somehow.
"Oh, I've no drawing room accom-
:, plishments." laughed she. Il had no
early training At home I 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, smil-
ing. 1T 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 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.
II dare say" smiled she APOLOGIZE
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 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
DOWN.
my ideal manv echoed Anna, with
never SO faint a touch Of surprise.
Then, yielding to mood of reckless
ness, she sank into low ottoman and
looked straight out before her. "Weu.
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
only seeming to drift. You under
stand2 Never floating with the cur
rent, anchored. How's THAR" she an
swered, with a heet1ng 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.
II 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, lit
tie less anchor rope, but pretty much
the same"
Il thank you for my SEX" she muir
INJURED softly, with lovely, melting
eyes. There does seem to be a good
deal Of the vixen about us Often" she
went on, ''but one thing is sure, tho
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 win try to be.