The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-04-06
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CHAPTER VII.
THE BURNED LETTER.

I~vdE picture OF hODerC, Qer nus
band, came up before her Wv
idly. Robert, the gentle little
. man who always failed; what
a difference between his case and the
case Of this other, the man who had
set him there behind bars! And she
had been listening to this Temple! She
had been stirred and moved by him!
Oh, it was shameful-shameful!
But, thank God, that telephone bell
had rung in time to save her. She
could still be the tigress for duty's
sake; she could spy upon him and
watch little longer.
Temples changed manner when he
had hung up the receiver with a bang
assisted her materially. It was no
longer the prince that she saw. It was
a fighter, bitter, determined. Every
one who knew him knew what it
meant when his lips met In that hard,
straight line: when that red CLEAN lay
level in his eyes.
"Well, Miss Dale" he said abruptly,
you'll have chance to see now
whether or not I am a thief. They're
going to put me in the dock, confront
me with that dirty little scoundrel
Granger, set my record for honor and
honesty in the balance against the
word of thief, make me face that
liar Brady"
"When-when will they do this?"
the woman asked. Her voice was
strangely hard, metallic. but in his agi-
tation Temple did not notice it.
II don't know, but it can't be long
delayed. And to think that's what
she'll be coming home to, my blessed
little mother!'' His eyes involuntarily
sought the portrait over the mantel.
"Can a man work. slave, struggle up
rightly all his life long, for no other re-
ward than this? Because a sneaking
little thief lies about me must l go
down to a prisoners dock, for the
time being disgraced, to fight, felon
In the public eye, for the honor have
never tarnishedw
Craven swept in like a veritable
whirlwind. His eyes were scintillat-
ing, his teeth smiling.
1--WE just been indicted, Craven"
said Temple before the elder man
could speak.
Indicted" The lawyer laughed a
sneering laugh Of triumph. "Humph!
Much we care now for an indictment.
Come on, old boy, come on! Cranes
outside, and he's got the goods!''
''You don't mean
Eyes, exactly; that's what mean.
He's got 'em, boy: he's got 'em" Clap
ping his arms gleefully about his
friends shoulder, together they left
the room.
In a moment Craven came back. The
ordinarily cool, collected lawyer was
in a state of huge excitement. He
paced up and down the room, mutter-
ing to himself, now and again rub
bling his lean hands with Joy uncon-
fined.
Anna watched him furtively, puz-
cling, wondering, fearful. What had
happened? She knew instinctively
that something momentous was occur
newcomer, whoever he was, but just
how it affected her and her work she
couldn't even guess.
"Mr. Craven" said she abruptly,
leaning forward over her desk, the
better to hear his solution, "what does
got the goods mean?"
"A lot," snapped he. TN this case
it's everything It's the case itself!
Eth, Cato?'' He gave the mastif, who
was enjoying himself before the first
crate fire Of the season, an affectionate
Dig
Then Temple came in. His face and
his bearing told her more plainly than
words that he had just won a great
victory.
Miss Dale, you won't mind, I'm
sure? Mr.. Craven and I have some
important private business to discuss"
When she had gone, Temple turned
to Craven.
tits all right, Craven; it's all right.
It's Changers own letter. See!' He
held out letter whose torn fragments
had been neatly pieced and pasted to-
gether on another sheet Of paper:
by Jovew calculated the old law
yer, tremblingly grabbing the letter.
"Well, wait minute" cried Tenn
pie, boyishly clutching him by the
shoulder. LET mo explain first what
a narrow escape we've had. Crane
came across it just this morning in an
old file. He was looking over Brady's
shoulder. Brady, reading 1t, with an
oath, tore 1t up. Then Crane told him
somebody wanted him on the phone
outside"-
"Go on; go on" exclaimed Craven,
gF1nning delightedly.
land when Brady went Crane
grabbed the pieces. bless him, and
hurried out Of tho Office. never to re.
turn again, I dare say"
"Hang it all, as If I cared what he
does nowr' Craven read aloud from
the letter, 6ercely exultant:
Dear Mr.. Brady BRADY himself. you
see. 1emple!>-Your letter In regard to
certifying check for 4700 ~ "a h Ara-r