Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1912-02-02
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Frcm the Play by
WILLIAM J. IiURLBURT

with which they were born. There
are some Of Us who wait and wait I'M
til she comes"
He was looking down at her with
that pathetically patient smile that al
ways demoraliZed her His voice, with
the wonderful music in it. was upon
her. She shivered and with n DELHI
crate effort leaned forward so that she
might catch a glimpse of the prison
walls across the river.
I'VE shall know her when we meet
her, don't you think?" the low. mes
merle voice went on. He had risen
now and come close to the ottoman.
"IIer?" She pretended TO be me-
chanically following his words, her
eyes still fixed reSolutely upon the
prison walls. the blood within her
surging holly. "Oh. the ideal princess?
Why, yes, Mr. Temple. if she ever
comes your way I hope you',i know
her. But just think what pedestal
you've raised for her to stand upon
The strident little laugh. almost
historical, Jared Temples mood hor-
ribly. In patient amazement he lifted
up his eyes. He crossed to his desk
and, getting n pencil. began to sharp
en- 1t.
1T was only in a general way that
I established the princess qualities,
he continued. with assumed lightness.
$50 it isn't fair Of you to poke such
| fun at my standard, Miss Dale. Be-
sides, your standard for the prince
was Just as high. wasn't it?"
"Maybe it was. But I don't believe
in the prince any more; there's the
difference. you see. He must have
oh, all sorts Of impossible things"
| Again that ringing laugh with jerk
In it. And the jerk snapped some odd
IL Ing In Temples simple. honest
heart.
"For example? he said. in a quiet.
kind way.
"Oh. honor, for example. and"-
A sudden understanding took him.
He WINGED and hesitated.
| "And" he pursued steadily, laying
the sharpened pencil upon the desk
and closing up the knife slowly.
She was desperate. She was making
her last tiger fight.
land penknife."
AT least you will admit the pen
knife. Miss Dale"
The pain in his eyes. the gentle dig
nifty Of the mans bearing, struck home.
making her heart cry out. She made
q quick, FESTIVE. uncontrolled little
move toward him.
IL beg your pardon. was unwar-
rantably rude" An ungovernable lit
tie sob caught her breath.
''They should have gone to the Scrip
lures for your name. Miss Dale" said
he with dry lips. You should have
been called Jael / used to wonder
what the woman could have been like
who had the heart to kill that poor
devil Sisera. Shed have done it look
ing just rs you do now and have done
1t in just the same precise way. 1t
hit the nail so straight. Women most
~ tumble on the heads. l know now.
Jael could kill Sisera precisely and
methodically without turning a hair.
and daresay when she'd finished she
cried her heart out for the job that
was put upon her. daresay she pro-
tected that poor chaps body from the
jackals for the rest Of that day"
II am horrible" she said brokenly.
"And. oh, 1 would have you believe me
I am sorry, sorry"
He looked Mt her again. 1t struck
him Of sudden that there was some
thing very childlike about her, very
eternal and large.
"As for my honor. Miss Dale" he
said to her in low. concentrated tone
that compelled her attention. II have
nothing to say at this moment. hope
shall have soon. But II yps could
trust me now while 1t is dar:. while
the tide is all against me. you'd never
regret 1t, never In Gods world"
The last sentence was spoken quick
~. passionately. the mans ordinarily
calm voice quavering. never below the
breaking point. dangerously near the
edge Of It at the close
The wild jangling Of the telephone
bell broke the tension Of their strained
emotion. Anna. being nearest. took
up the receiver.
This Is Esterbrook & Esterbrook,"
Rame an excited voice from the ether
end. Get Mr.. Temple to the phone at
once without delay"
"Your attorneys" said Anna, hand
ing Temple the receiver.
Yes, it's Temple. What-indict-
ed? You say I'm indicted% He was
trembling like an aspen leaf.
Rooted to the spot as in q dream
the woman heard the agitated talk ut
Temples end Of the wire. She heard
the particulars as he gathered them.
The grand jury, 1t appeared. had just
returned an indictment against him
for completely in the matter of the
wrecking Of the Gotham Trust COM
pany and the GENERALIZATION of the
check for 100000 drawn by Cornelius
Brady. A warrant had been issued
for his arrest. She heard him arrang-
ing with Esterbrook over the phone
for bail.
Bail! That word brought her to her
senses. That word broke the spell
He, the big financier. would get bail
He would not know n prisoners CELL
He wouldn't even have to go to court
until the time came to face his charge,
and then-money again, and more,
more money!