The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-01-05

wood. II seemed as though the very
faculty of feeling had been obliterated
within her.
Forgive you? i suppose must
Robert" she said lifelessly. "All wo-
men forgive. They were put into inc
world like priests or governors, think.
Only we are not supposed to give pen
ances or sentences"- Her voice trailed
off YEARLY.
'You see. Anna" Granger went on.
trying 10 excuse himself. Il knew 4
hadn't made the success or my IRE
that you'd expected. 1t touched my
pride TO the quick to see you living IN
that narrow way-you. who might
have been n queen among women A
look of cunning came into his race.
"And then. the boys
But. Robert. didn't you know that
I would sooner have worked my nm
gers to the bone and my brain to a Ut
tie white spot than have you do this
awful thing? Didn't you know would
sooner have worn rags than have you
steal?" She made n pitiful little ges-
ture and ended with half sob.
al know. | know" said he. tits easy
now TO see what a mad idea 1t all
was. But I had that chance to get
fresh start in life. With money could
do big things: / could make myself all
that you wanted me to be. The boys
were growing up. We needed more for
them for college and to give them
fair start.
"And listen, Anna"-he moistened
his lips-"I've invested the money.
put it In stocks that would pay well;
/ was going to use the interest for you
and the boys, little at a time. You
see, it was for you and them did 1t.
/ was a fool, perhaps-I was worse.
Yes, l know. But you'll help me now,
won't you? / need your
The appeal had gone home; he had
aroused the maternal instinct, always
dominant in Annals breast. CThe
Largo of Motherhood" I'm the sym
phony of Womanhood" was playing
again.) She put out her hand toward
him again with a quick, unconscious
gesture. such as she used I'm the nurs-
cry when the children were tired or
naughty.
Eyes, Robert" she admitted, "you do
need some one. You need me. yes"
Craven's voice. speaking to the but
Ter in the hall. broke in upon them.
mot in the library? Well. find him
and tell him his cars ready now. Just
saw the chauffeur drive up. Tell him
III be with him in a minute. Have
letter to rattle off first"
ats Craven. the attorney" explain
ed Anna. following Roberts fright
ened look toward the door.
81 don't want to see any one," shiv-
cred Granger. Cant we go In there?"
| He motioned TO door on the opposite
side OF the room. Realizing how SEN
sitive he must feel, Anna nodded.
"Yes, so. I'll call you when he's
left"
| The door had barely closed upon his
retreating figure when Craven blus-
tered in. Evidently as yet he knew
nothing either OF Annals confession or
| Of her husbands presence.
miss Dale, please rattle Off letter
for me-" said he, settling down in a
chair and pulling some notes hurriedy
out of his pocket.
But hasn't Mr.. Temple told you?"
Anna hesitated before taking the die.
tation.
"Eh? Told me? WhatT snapped
Craven, buried in his notes. Hell tell
me later, suppose" OF course 1t was
this matrimonial nonsense. MEAN
while, Miss Dale. you'll just take this
direct to the machine, won't you? It's
not long. It's TO call off lot of I'M
necessary work in regard to the Gran
ger woman"
1.-THE Granger womanT
ooh, mean, of course, the woman
in the Granger case. Quite another
thing, isn't it? None of that evidence
is required now. you see," he went on,
Strengthening out his notes. "We got
1t. though, all right. all right. Had 1t
ready.
"'New York Detective bureau, 1920
Broadway, New York." Craven be-
gan to dictate.
Obediently the machines keys tick.
ed off the address.
"'Gentlemen-Your letter Of Oct. Z
received. 1 note you have evidence to
the effect that Granger invested n
large sum in New York Central stock
and the dividends were made payable
TO the woman he was keeping, one
Rose Fanchon' -
The taut nerves Of the secretary
snapped ut that. For one little second
she half rose from the typewriter
then sat down, cllnching her hands
painfully together. Craven. at the
slight pause, looked inqulringly over
his glasses.
'Beg pardon, Mr.. Craven" said she
"You can 60 on. The heat or some
thing-it was my head again."
Sorry l had to trouble you again
tonight, Miss Dale" said he, "but It'll
only be moment now"
This Rose Fanchon is n high priced
lady. I've learned, and Granger mus,
have needed his one hundred thou
sandw And he continued to dictate:
"Mr. Temple appreciates the good