Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1912-01-05

sort Of thing, d; believe she pu: ner
hand out to touch tiny jutting spur
twinkling silver in the new moons
Of It: shall I'LL out. The fall from u
FOOLS paradise hIrts-oh. 1t hurts-but
1t doesn't kill us in these days"
Closing the balcony door softly. she
entered the nursery. The children
were fast asleep in their cots. She
touched them curiously to see If their
soft, warm flesh would thrill hor as 1t
used to do.
"Poor little helpless souls! You will
need me. won't your she said broken
y, crouching down at their side.
Robert junior stirred.
1.-THE roof-it has lazy time" he
murmured in his sleep.
Anna smoothed his soft hair and
trembled.
''Dear little son." she said, didn't
mother tell you the roof couldn't help
being where 1t is. 1t was made like
that. And the walls-they have to
hold it up. No. they do not have
much fun"
Mr. Mansfield Craven. the confiden-
tial friend and legal adviser of the
president of the Gotham Trust com.
pany. clustered into the presidents H.
brary in his home up the Hudson, near
Ossining. He had come from New
York early that afternoon ard had
much 10 do before the presidents AZ
rival on the 2:3O express.
In hurried. whipping fashion. this
drawer was opened. then that Papers
and documents were hastily strewn
here. there and everywhere. Unopen-
ed envelopes which dunned for atten-
ton were quickly torn open and
thrown into the wastebasket or on the
floor, as the chance might be. All Of
which proved q sore trial to Mrs.
Mason. the presidents h0usekeeper.
who was in the last stages of ''tidying
up" the library.
As usual, when Craven was bustling
with work he noticed nothing Of his
surroundings. He pulled out his
watch. Fifteen minutes. yes:
"See II you can rattle or this letter
In time for the next post. Miss Ora
ham. Take 1t directly on the ma
chine" he said. plying his fingers
through his thin. gray hair. And he
began to dictate.
But there was no confirming click
| Of the typewriter. Craven turned over
his shoulder toward the secretary's
desk and looked above the rim Of his
| glasses.
BLESS my SOUL" he exclaimed. III
hadn't clean forgotten the bird had
flown. Humph. Mrs. Mason" he said
suddenly. addressing the housekeeper.
who stood mutely busting a generous
pipe rack. what in the world induced
Miss Graham to give up her job any.
how? She's been here over a year.
She's given entire satisfaction: had
her stipend raised twice: always treat
ed considerately-the deuce IL l can
make it outr'
Mrs. Mason suspended her feather
duster and smiled enigmatically.
| "She said her health was bad and
she wanted a rest"
Health bad? Fiddlesticks!" grunt-
ed Craven. ''She had cheeks like Bald
win apples and walked like india rub.
her,"
| "Well. for my part. Mr.. Craven, I'll
be perfectly frank. I'm going to give
up my position. too. only I don't in
tend to lie about It I'm going be-
| cause
Because. Mrs. MasonY' The law.
yer whirled around with surprise and
vexation.
well. things don't suit me, sir"
Then why don't you fire the cook,
dre the butler. fire the whole blame
outfit II they don't suit your I know
Mr.. Temple would rather lose all of
'em than you"
Mrs. Mason finished the pipe rack
and began nervously plying her buster
among the antlers and engraved hunt.
ing scenes.
"Oh. the servants are all right" said
she. "Mr. Temple has given me full
authority over them. "Tisn't the serv.
ants I complain Of. Besides. lot of
them feel rs do. only they can't at.
ford to quit"
"Eh? What's wrong thenr demand.
cd Craven sharply. A light had fallen
on the darkness of his first surprise.
he was beginning to understand.
Mrs. Mason left the antlers and hunt.
ing scenes and went to the favorite
guns.
1--WE been strictly brought up, Mr..
Craven. and somehow I feel it amt
rtght-its doing violence to my con.
science-to stay on under this roof"
For q second Craven studied her
curiously-this sturdy New England
housekeeper who for three years had
made the daily routine of living In the
Temple home smooth and comfor.
table thing.
Her conscience-yes. that was II.
She was beginning to feel that she
could not live In the same place and
take money from a man whom she
considered had come by 1t unworthily.
"Iuritanism is as lasting in a family
as sin-tO the third or fourth genera.
tion." he thought to himself. the outer
corners OF his eyes still contracted.
i think. somehow, hat sin might be
easier to lop of the family tree"
YES" went on Mrs. Mason, land I
can't work for n man who has done
wickedly as Mr.. Temple has. His con.
quot would reflect on me. There You
nave 1t. Mr.. Craven. My conscience
won't let me give silent consent TO his
deeds by my presence"
''Oh. l say. Mrs. Mason. come, come"
laughed Craven in spite of himself.
Get on old Plymouth rock lust for