The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-07

to! I'm going to meet this Burton Temple. and Pm going to fight him. I'll be his faithful secretary, but I'll spy upon him; I'll be his shadow. There must come some unguar1ed mo ment when his mask will fall. I'll do his bidding, oh, yes. my hands rifing his desk He'll know what it is to have an outraged mother spying at his sidei''
 "S-sh-h, -dearie! Some one will hear. You're overwrought.'
 There is something almost tigerish in mother love, isn't there, Mrs. Ma son? That's how I feel sometimes, quite ike a tigress. I wonder if you can understand the agony of it when my boys ask me about their father. where's father?' Why does he stay so longT 'When's he coming homer And I have tO look into their baby faces and lie to them. When they give ne their morning kiss I lie to them. When they say their prayers I lie. I even let the little tots lie to God. And. oh, the questions they can ask! Of course I know that God, being God. will understand-that he alone can make allowances for a mothers love and lies. but the most miserable part of 1t is that sSPn these lies will be no good. Now can delude them by some trumped up story of travel and foreign lands, but soon at school they will be told. they will be taunted. Oh, the torture?'
 Mrs. Mason, wishing to distract her attention from this tragic note, said:
 'But their father, tell me a Title about him. I know, however unjustly he may be suffering at present. that he is in reality a strong, forcefuI man, a man who can do big things. l al ways knew my little Anna would mar ry a man like that"
 There was a slight pathetic uplifting of the lovely eyebrows, then an inde- scribabIy delicate smile, with just the faintest hint of sadness. as Anna Gran ger slowly shock her head
 "No, Bobs isn't that kind at all," she said. Hes of the gentle, sweet, appealing sort, not forceful, and he'll never do biz: things, but there are oth- CT qualities which can make up for forcefulness, don't you think? And he's clever. He was advanced rapidly in the Gotham Trust company. Only sometimes when I'm very tired and speat-I long fer the lion strength It's dreadful for a woman as young as I am to feel so utterly weary''-
 She walked untI1ick.ngl- over to the big bay window. There beyond the blue flowing Hudson the grim prison walls smote her vision.
 'Oh, what was I sayingv' she cried, with a little penitent sob. ''I feel like a traitor to Robert. Poor, dear boy, suffering up there for another'S crime. He may have his-hiS weaknesses and failings-which of us has not? But at least he's not the sort ever to be guilty of theft, and he's just the best father and husband in the world. For get what I said, Mrs. Mason You will, won't your"
 ''To be sure, dearie-to be sure. think you're g noble woman, Anna-a model wife. And what's better, brave nother.'' She studied quietly with herself for a few seconds, while Anna gathered her poise. Possibly providence had decreed that she re- main under this uncongeniaI roof for the sole purpose of watching over this poor, motherIess girl. Then:
 You see, dear, when you came 1 had just decided it was my duty to leave MT. Temple. Now I am going to stay and help you in your brave en- deavor. I'll stay at least till his moth CT gets back. She's abroad now, and