The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-10

T1HE picture of Robert. her fus-
 band, came up before her viv-
 idly. Robert, the gentle little 0 man who always failed; what a difference between his case and the case of this other, the man who had set him there behind bars! And she had been listening to this Temple! She had been stirred and moved by him! Oh, it was shameful-shameful! q But, thank God. that telephone bell had rung in time to save her. She could still be the tigress for duty's sake; she could spy upon him and watch little longer.
 Temples changed manner when he had hung up the receiver with bang assisted her materially. It was no longer the prince that she saw. It was a fighter, bitter, determined. Every one who knew him knew what it meant when his lips met in that hard, straight line: when that red gleam lay level in his eyes.
 Well, Miss Dale" he said abruptly, ''you'H have a chance to see now whether or not am a thief. They're going to put me in the dock. confront me with that dirty little scoundrel
 
 honesty in the balance against the word of a thief, make me face that liar Brady
 "When-when will they do this?'' the woman asked. Fer voice was strangely hard, metallic. but in his agi- tation Temple did not notice 1t.
 "I don't know, but it can't be long delayed. And to think that's what eT, ho i7o fn hIoGSod little mother!" His eyes involuntarily sought the portrait over the manteL ''Can a man work, slave, struggle up- rightly all his life long, for no other re- ward than this? Because a sneaking little thief lies about me must l go down to a prisoners dock, for the time being disgraced. to fight. felon in the public eye, for the honor have never ~tarnished?"
 Craven swept in like a veritable whirlwind. His eyes were scintillat- ing, his teeth smiling.
 'I've just been indicted, Craven" said Temple before the elder man could speak.
 ''IndictedY' The lawyer laughed sneering laugh of triumph. 'Humph! Much we care now for an ind -ctment. Come on, old boy, come oni Cranes outside, and he's got the goods!'
 You don't mean''-
 'Yes, exactly: that's what I mean. He's got 'en, boy; he's got 'emr' Clap ping his arms gleefully about his friends shoulder, together they left the room.
 In 0 moment Craven came back. The ordinarily cool, collected lawyer was in a state of huge excitement. He paced up and down the room, mutter- ing to himself, now and again rub ping his lean hands with joy uncon- fined.
 Anna watched him furtively, pug Zling, wondering, fearful. What had happened? She knew instinctively that something momentous was occur ring outside between Temple and this newcomer, whoever he was, but just how it affected her and her work she couldn't even guess.
 ''Nfr. Craven said she abruptly. leaning forward over her desk. the better to hear his solution, "what does got the goods mean?''
 "A lot" snapped he srIn this case it's everything It's the case itself GA, Gator" He gave the mastiff, wh Tas enjoying himself before the fir rate fire of the season, an affectionat g.
 Then Temple came in. His face ar is bearing told her more plainly tn
 ords that he had just won gre ictory.
 Miss Dale, you won't mind. r :ure? NIr- Craven and I have son important private business to discuss. When she had gone. Temple turne to Craven
 It's Changers own letter. See!" He he'd out letter whose torn fragments had been neatly pieced and pasted to- 'gether on another sheet of paper.