Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1912-01-03

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ed out Il print from the book.
ut was taken some ten years ago, l
believe but it's good likeness Mrs.
Mason remarked as she handed 1t to
her.
Anna glanced at 1t, 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
little paroxysm Of disdain.
Don't like his faceY' queried Mrs.
Mason, looking up.
1T isn't that" She laughed bitterly.
the sort of laugh which had first WIS.,
tied her lips a year ago among the
honeysuckle vines. Its another ideal
smashed, that's all. Mrs. Mason, do
you know" she tapped the likeness
contemporary, II used to pass this
man nearly every day when I was in
Forbes office-that was the first and
,nly stenographer's position l ever
heh-coming in and out Of the Ex-
change building. never knew who
he was, but there was a something
about him, set Of the jaw, a swing
Of the shoulders, all integrity and
force-something that stamped him to
me as vital and eager, prince among
men. He carried his head up. his chin
forward. He seemed to be cleaving
his way manfully through life. he
was the fairy prince Of my girlish
dreams. Oh. wish-I wish it hadn't
been he!" There was a very childish
tremble 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"
There was an unutterable. dumb
loneliness in the young face, a forlorn
lingering Of the fingers, as uncon-
sciously she touched the discarded pic
ture once again. One has seen a wo-
mon lool- iuct Il, Tho co mo NOV &C oho
has touched the clothes of her little
dead child.
"And now, instead Of being fine and
straight and big, he's unprincipled and
scheming and vicious, like all the rest
Bang goes another ideal. Mrs. Mason
He's the man who has branded the ia
Their of my boys as n thief"
"S-sh!'' cried Mrs. Mason warningly
again. There were heavy strides COM
ing 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
left off. Miss Dale" said he after the
few preliminaries Of courtesy had been
exchanged. Il 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 second mo; there is
one source of communication l 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:
"From now on l shall have an un-
usual amount of exacting business in
connection with this Granger case.
You may have heard Of it,"
"Yes." asscnted she. unbuttoning her
glove.
Another thing, Miss Dale-a large
portion Of the time shall require you
to be up here There are some days,
Of course. when you will be free to go
to your own home. but practically l
shall want you to live in this house.
My mother is abroad just now. I'm
sorry, Mrs. Mason will make you
comfortable in her absence. l trust,
and now she will show you to your
room. Come down again when you've
settled yourself if you are not too tired
There's plenty of work waiting. ! see.'
BE turned to his much Uttered desk