The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-03-30
The
Fighting
Hope
Novelized by
VIRGINIA LEILA MNTz
From the Play by
WILLIAM J. HURlbURT

Copyright. 1911. by American Press
Association
[CoNT1NUED.]
CHAPTER. V.
"THE FATHER OF HER BoYs."


- n FRS. MASON" sighed Anna
m YEARLY one day. Here I've
HI Ill been for nearly a month and
- I've found out nothing. I
don't believe l ever will find out any
thing of myself against Mr.. Temple"
The housekeeper started and eyed
her cur1ously.
Given if you don't find out anything,
aearie," she said stolidly, you may be
pretty certain that your husband will
be set free. Mr.. Temple may be in
dicted now any day, and everybody,
all the papers, say the clrcumstantial
evidence is so strong that he must be
convicted. He's surely guilty" Mrs.
Mason, as all who knew her were
aware, once having formed an opinion,
held to it.
II don't want Robert cleared on cir
cumstantial evidence" protested Anna.
"That's not what I'm making this
fight for. / know what public opinion
Is. It's tickle; it cries 'HosannahY on
Palm Sunday; it cries 'Crucify!s on
Good Friday. I know the sway Of
the press can make or unmake a man.
Just now it's making Robert and
breaking Mr.. Temple, but after the
clamor will come doubt. / want the
proof of Roberts innocence In my
own hands. don't want any senti-
mental vindication for the father of
my boys"
The father of her boys! Yes, it had
come to be just that. Unconsciously
she had said it. TO keep herself to
her duty she had fallen back on that
last reserve of a womans strength,
her mother love.
And how hungry she was growing
for them, these boys of hers! "Oh, 1
need thenl," she exclaimed In a sud-
den outburst-"I need them! Do you
know, without them even my prayers
have come to be stricken and palsied
things. Without them the great scheme
of the universe seems to have got gro-
tesquely mixed, irrationally jumbled.
With child in her arms a woman
feels always less like speck of sand
under the eye Of the Infinite, the In
comprehensive. It's the unbreakable
link Of the Human Son binding us to
the feet of God, suppose" Anna
leaned forward over her machine and
buried her head in her arms.
A light was dawning upon Mrs. Ma
Bon-a light which she dreaded. She
came over and stroked the buried
head.
"What beautiful hair you have,
child~ she said fatuitously, not know
Ing what else to say.
"Uh-huh!' murmured the young wo-
man whimsically. Its pleasant to
feel soft and smooth, isn't it, yet Of
fering slight resistance to strok1ng7
It's modern, Independent hair"
This mood would never do. The
prim New Highlander saw it. IT say,
Anna, what you need is to have a lit
tie visit with your children. Mr.. Tenn
pie will excuse you for day, know.
You can run out to see them, and"-
"Oh, but can't-1 can't, you see,"
cried Anna In an extremity. of desire
and duty. "A day? Why, just in
that very day the evidence I'm seek
Ing might come-a letter, a telegram,
D telephone message. Look here,
Mrs. Mason!' Opening a drawer OF
her desk, she took out handkerchief
One corner Of it was tied In q hard
knot over many tiny scraps of paper.
GAS Mr.. Temple was leaving tho
room just before you came in he tore
up this letter and threw it In the waste
A~~
often why I am SO white In the morn
lngs when I come down to breakfast.
We'll, it's because haven't slept It's
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