The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-04-06

suppose that is why so many mar
riages fail-the man doesn't call for
the best? p
His business takes him in hand,
that's ALL" commented Anna lightly.
TITS the old truism about man and
woman, I daresay. Her heart is
home, and his but an inn.' They come
that way into the world, you know
the women, with the husband already
in their hearts. Sometimes, in appear.
ance, they are unfaithful to him, mar
rying some one else, but
II think it's like that with some
men, too," said he, seeing that her SEN
tence had trailed OF vaguely into 81
lence. ''There are some men who will
wed only the prototype in their heart
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 a 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
meric voice went on. He had risen
now and come close to the ottoman.
"Her?'' 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'll know
her. But just think what a pedestal
you've raised for her to stand upon"
The str1dent little laugh. almost
hysterical, Jared Temples mood hor-
rlbly. In patient amazement he lifted
up his eyes. He crossed to his desk
and, getting pencil, began to sharp
en- it.
1T was only In general way that
1 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 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
thing in Temples simple, honest
heart
'F'or example?' he said, In 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.
-''and 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
a quick, FESTIVE. uncontrolled little
move toward him.
IL beg your pardon. 1 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. She'd have done it look
ing just as you do now and have done
it in just the same precise way. 1t
was always a puzzle to me how she
hit the nail so straight. Women most
~ tumble on the heads. I know now.
Jael could kill Sisera precisely and
methodically without turning q hair,
and daresay when she'd finished she
cried her heart out for the job that
was put upon her. I daresay she pro-
tected that poor chaps body from the
jackals for the rest of that day."
II am horrible" she said brokenIy.
"And, oh, would have you believe me
I am sorry, sorry"
He looked at her again. It 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 a low, concentrated tone
that compelled her attention, II have
nothing to say at this moment. I hope
I shall have soon. But If you could
trust me now while 1t is dark, while
the tide is all against me, you'd never
regret It, never in Gods world"
Tho last sentence was spoken quick
", passionately, the mans ordinarily
calm voice Quaver1ng, never below the
breaking point, dangerously near the
edge Of It at the close
The wild jangling Of tho telephone
bell broke the tension Of their strained
emotion. Anna, being nearest, took
mp the receiver.
"Th1s Is Esterbrook & Estarbrook."
came an excited voice from tho other
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