The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-03-23

Xd1S bOhION IEM PIEI'' SHE STAAAEREO
1NCREDULOUsLY.
oh, such woman! You'd love her,
Anna. Poor thing, she just worships
her son. Sent to Inc the other day for
an old photograph Of his which she'd
forgotten. While think Of it I'll take
1t out of the album now
'Let me see what he looks like, this
man." said Anna, as Mrs. Mason lift
ed out a print from the book.
1T was taken some ten years ago,
believe, but it's a good likeness" Mrs.
Mason remarked as she handed it to
her.
Anna glanced at it, then stepped
back breathing hard.
"This Burton Temple?" she STAN
mered incredulously.
Mrs. Mason was occupied in replac-
Ing the album and did not notice how
her face had suddenly gone white, nor
did she hear the pain Of her under the
breath whisper, 'The old, unknown
prince Of my Dreams"
Anna threw the photograph down in
p little paroxysm of disdain.
Don't like his face?" queried Mrs.
Mason, looking up.
ut isn't that" She laughed bitterly,
the sort of laugh which had first WIS.,
tied her lips year ago among the
honeysuckle vines. "It's another ideal
smashed, that's all. Mrs. Mason, do
you know" she tapped the likeness
contemptuously, 81 used to pass this
man nearly every day when I was in
Forbes of1ce-that was the first and
only stenographer's position ever
held-coming in and out Of the Elk.
change building. I never knew who
he was, but there was a sometime
about him, a set Of the jaw, a swine
OF the shoulders, all integrity and
force-something that stamped him tc
me as vital and eager, a prince among
men. He carried his head up. his chin
forward. He seemed to ~ cleavine
MS way manfully through life. He
was the fairy prince of my girlish
dreams. Oh, l wish-I wish it hadn't
been be-" There was a very childish
uemble in the brave mouth. but she
went on:
Amid all the discriminating mud
they cast at the big successful men OF
the day I've always clasped this mans
picture to my heart, saying, Here's
one at least who is fine and STRAIGHT
and big"
Ihere was an unutterable, dumb
loneliness in the young face, a forlorp
lingering Of the fingers, as uncon
sclously she touched the discarded pic
ture once again. One has seen a wo
man look just in the same way as she
has touched the clothes of her little
dead child.
And now, instead Of being fine and
straight and big, he's unprincipled an6
scheming and vicious, like all the rest
Sang goes another ideal, Mrs. Mason
He's the man who has branded the IA
Their of my boys as a thief"
"S-sh!' cried Mrs. Mason warninglv
again. There were heavy strides com
ang down the corridor The door OF
the library opened abruptly. Anna
Granger had just time to collect her
self as the president of the Gotham
entered, followed by Cato, his huge
mastiff.
You'll have to jump right in and
take up the work where my secretary
LETT of, Miss Dale" said he after the
lew preliminaries Of courtesy had been
exchanged. II shall give you," wav
ing his hand vaguely, 'the keys to the
city. There are no limitations. You
will receive my mail and open it." he
paused for a second. mo; there Is
one source Of communication wish
to remain private. Anything coming
to me from the New York detective bu
reau you will kindly hand to me I'M
opened"
Precisely, Mr.. Temple" agreed the
new secretary without the CULVER OF
an eyelash. The president Of the
Gotham Trust company continued: