The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-10
:, 9 The |N
 NOvelized by VIRGINIA LEILA WENTz
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 he'll get more than had been in her before. His calling for the ideal will create it. The woman will try to be come what he thinks she is.''
 Precisely" nodded Temple, land suppose that is why so many mar rIages faiI-the man doesn't call for the best?''
 His business takes him in hand. that's au," commented Anna lightly. 'It's the old truism about man and woman, I daresay, Her heart is a 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
 "I think it's like that with some men. too.'' said h.. seeing that her sen tence had trailed off vaguely into si- fence. 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- til she comes"
 He was looking down at her with that pathetically patient smile that al- ways demoraIized her. His voice. with the wonderful music in 1t. was upon her. She shivered and with a delib- crate effort leaned forward so that she might catch a glimpse of the prison walls across the river.
 'FWe shall know her when we meet her, don't you thinz?' the low, mes merle voice went on. He had risen now and come close to the ottoman.
 Herr" She pretended to be me chanical1y following his words. her eyes still fixed resolutely upon the prison walls, the blood within her surging hotIy. "Oh. the ideal princess Why. yes. MT. Temple, if she ever comes your way I hope you'll know her. But just thnk what a pedestal you've raised for her to stand upon"'
 The strident little laugh, almost hysterfcal, jared Temples mood hor- ribly. In patient amazement he lifted up his eyes. He crossed to his desk and, getting a pencil, began to sharp en 1t.
 'It was only in a general way that I established the princess qualities" he continued. with assumed lightness. ''So 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 it2'
 Maybe 1t 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 thing t1 Temples simple, honest heart.
 "For example?' he said, in a quiet. kind way.
 A'Oh, honor, for example, and''-
 A sudden understanding took him. He winced 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 penkntfe.''
 "At least you will admit the pen knife. Miss Dale"
 The pain in his eyes. the gentle dig nity of the mans bearing, struck home. making her heart cry out. She made a quick, restive. uncontrolled little move toward him.
 TT beg your pardon. was unwar- rantably rude" An ungc -nable lit- LIG SOO Ut HcI LII CdlAs
 ''They should have gone to the Scrip lures for your name, Miss Dale," said he with dry lips. "You should have been called Jael. I 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 ~ok- ing just as you do now and have doEe it in just the same precise way. If was always puzzle to me how she hit the nail so straight. Women most ly tumble on the heads. I know now. JaeI could kill Sisera precisely and methodically without turning a hair, and I .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 iackals for the rest of that day"
 'I am horrible" she said brokeniy. ''And. uh. would have you believe me am sorry, sOrry.''
 He looked at her again. It struck him of a 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, "I have nothing to say at this moment I hope I shall have soon. But if you could trust me now while it is dark. while the tide is all against me. you'd never regret it, never in Gods world"
 The last sentence was spoken quick Iy, passionately. the mans ordinarily calm voice Cuavering. never below the breaking point. dangerously near the edge of 1t at the close.
 The wild janglinc of the telephonc bell broke the tension of their strained emotion. Anna. being nearest, took mp the receiver.
 ''This is Esterbrook & Esterbrook," came an excited voice from the othe end. Get Mir. Temple to the phone a once without deiay.''
 Your attorneys" said Anna. hand ing Temple the receiver.
 "Yes, it's Temple What-indict ed? You say I'm indictedT'- He was trembling like an aspen leaf