Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1912-01-08
! Novelized by
{ VIRGINIA LEILA VENT
CONTINUED from yesterday

CONTINUED from yeSteruay.J
"Sfln sane. Thanks" contemptuous'
", while the goose quill ran a race
with the pipe puffs and outdistanced
them.
pair of old fools. you and I"-puf,
putf. 'You know, Craven. that girl
has a delicious voice. II she sang 1t
would be a mezzo."
Craven looked up over his glasses In
disgust. what in thunder are you
driving at?" he cried.
"Driving att" laughed Temple. II
hope I'm 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, ut 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 1t was impossible
for Burton Temple, with bis keen
knowledge of the world. OF the In
Vulnerable vanities and whims OF Wo-
mankind, ever to 60 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 be had. 50 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 bis w.
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 of till tomorrow"
"NoT' said Anna quizzically. She
bowed slightly and was retreating
when Temple said in that humble.
mesmeric way Of bis:
II never knew before, Miss Dale.
that you sang. I heard you In the
music room a little while ago. How
it would please my motherv'
It had been merely q simple little
lullaby, full Of pretty sarsenet chidings
to q 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. II had no
early training. At home 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 a 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 a uttle7 I'm lonely"
Instead Of sitting down Anna reach.
ed out her hands seductively to Cato.
who came and pushed bis big. honest
nose confldingly 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"
II know" said he. watching her
with grave eyes. "Still. I'd like to
hear a. little about-about the prince
Of your enchanted palace. We hadn't
got to that, you see. What must your
ideal man be like. Miss Dale2 Do sit
DOWN.
my ideal man! 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. well.
he must be like 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.
stand7 Never floating with the cur.
rent, anchored. How's that7" she IN.
swered, with heeting 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 beY' 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"
II thank you for my SEX" she muir
INJURED softly. with lovely. melting
eyes. There does seem to be good
deal Of the vixen about US often" she
went on. but one thing is sure. the
man who calls for the ideal in wo-
"a