The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-01-02

sunnose that Is why so many mar
riages fail--the man doesn't call Tor
the best"
.rIls business takes him I'm hand.
that's ALL" commented Anna lightly,
ats the old trulsm about man and
woman. 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
az think it's like that with some
men, too" said he, seeing that her sem
tence had trailed Off vaguely into ST.
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 un-
I'll 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 1t, was upon
her. She shivered and with DELHI
crate effort leaned forward so that she
might catch glimpse Of the prison
walls across the river
"Wc shall know her when we meet
her. don't you thinkw the low. mes
merle 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 princessf
why. yes. Mr.. Temple. If she ever
comes your way hope you'll know
her. But just think what a pedestal
You've raised for her to stand upon!
The strident little laugh. almost
hysterical, Jared Temples mood hor-
ribly. In patient amazement he lifted
I'D his eyes. He crossed to his desk
and, getting pencil. began to sharp
en- 1t.
ut was only in general way that
established the princess qualities
he continued. with assumed lightness.
$50 II 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 itg'
"AIaybe II 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.
"For exampleg" 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
land penxnife."
AIT 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
quick. FESTIVE. uncontrolled little
move toward him.
I'll 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. l 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
1t in just the same precise way. 1t
was always n puzzle to me how she
hit the nail so straight. Women most
ly tumble on the heads. ! know now.
Jael could kill Sisera precisely and
methodically without turning n hair,
and l 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, would have you believe me
! am sorry. sorry"
He looked at her again. 1t struck
him of a sudden that there was some
thing very childliSe about her, very
eternal and large.
'As for my honor, Miss Dale" he
said to her in low. concentrated tone
that compelled her attention, IL have
nothing TO say Mt this moment. / hope
shall have soon. But IL you could
trust me now while It is dark, 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 1t at the close.
The wild jangling of the telephone
bell broke the tension of their strained
Anna. being nearest. took
up the receiver
This Is Esterbrook & Esterbrook."
came an excited voice from the other
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-
ndA Won co, Uf,., s..I.~x~1.,,