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ENTz
From the Play by
WILLIAM J. HURIJURT
Copyright, 1911i. by American Press
Aiseeiatipn
believing myselr -a turer waire you
read it. It's futile to explain—hope-
lessly futile—till we can present some
proof that Granger did of his own vo-
lition certify that check. Oh, I'll trust
in Crane a little longer."
There was silence in the room for a
few moments, wttile Temple smelted,
Craven tugged at his gray mustache
in a quandary, and Cato slept.
"What did you say?" asked Craven
anxiously, looking over bis glasses.
"I did not say"
"1 want you to. Confound it, you
don't take 111e seriously enough."
"You bare perhaps observed that I
don't make the mistake of doing so.
In some matters I hardly think I am
grown up. I am, for example, quite
content to remain a boy so far as the
muddles dd es of lite are concerned, con-
tinuing with youthful cheerfulness to
translate de profundas tlamavi into
'Out of the depths I have clams,' eh,
Craven?—just as I did when I held the
fort at the foot of the lowest form in
Latin."
"You're too pigheadedly brazen in
your play with public opinion, that's
what you are, my boy," cried. Craven
hotly. "Public opinion has already
convicted you."
"So?" said Temple serenely, lifting
his eyebrows in that quizzical way of
his. "Public opinion is very absurd.
I protest against it. Take one thor-
oughly ignorant man. Who regards his
opinion or considers his judgments as
vital? Put together all the thoroughly
ignorant men in the republic, and we
are told that the sum of their stupid-
ity is to be reverenced, regarded with
we"—
"The voice of the people," broke in
Graven. "is"-
t'Diaboli!" finished bis client. "The
public of today has gone mad with a
muckrake in its hands; it's too ir-
rationally ready to believe that those
in high places"—
"Are ink dyed scoundrels—don't I
avow?" broke in Craven. "And that's
what they're labeling you, one of the
fid glove grafters, one of the mahog-
any table thieves."
Temple's eye had caught the portrait
1 his mother over the mantel. His
mood suddenly veered to downright
seriousness.
"Craven, I offered Crane $10,000 to
et some tangible proof from Brady's
face. But I'd give a million. I'd
ave every cent I've got to stand clear
nd be recognized as honest. Why, I
ell you, it's hell! I tell you I've
vorked, worked all my life, worked
and to build up my career on honest,
lean lines. You know it. I've turned
ny back to crooked ways when they
ere easily accessible. and now—I'm
ceased of beingthiefthes
a dirtiest
ort of a thief, the man who shoulders
is crime on another." The muscles
flits mouth twitched a bit; he telt his
ontrel slipping away, so he turned
tbruptly on his heel and averted his
ace.
The grim lawyer crossed over to lay
is hand with almost a woman's ten-
lerness on the big shoulder of his
Mend, and his voice broke with a sus-.;
leion of huskiness as he muttered:
"Steady, old man, steady. We'll
¢ick clear of it all yet."
When Temple spoke again it was in
is customary, even tone:
"Craven, it seems to. me that it
!ranger certified that check he didn't
to it for mere love. Must have re-
eived something in return. eh?"
"Something in return'?" said the law-
er dryly. "Sure, and a big some -
Wog at that. It was worth it."
"What do you suppose he did it
vith, then?"
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders. �
"The papers said he hada wife, I
emember. Ever see her?"
"Never did," said Craven laconically.!
"Suppose she's extravagant?"
"Superfluous question," grunted Cra-
'en. "They all are." Craven was
ixty and a bachelor by instinct, one
ni sat even sayb heredity, for bi
g 1' ed tY, s
ather had succeeded in escaping mat-
Imony until close upon fifty-two.
Temple smiled indulgently and be-
gan elaborating his new idea, "It has
occurred to me tbat if we could estab-
lish that Granger has been spending
or investing large sums of money late-
lyit would belp our asuse. That's
e
why I mentioned bis wife"
Before be vouchsafed to reply the
cynical old lawyer walked across the
room and helped himself to a peg of
brandy and soda.
"Your premise is all right, Temple,"
he sneered, "but your conclusion ss
sappy, aelnine. We'Il try to find out
If be spent money, sure. But we
won't waste time in trying to find out
if he spent it on his wife. The great
trouble with yon is that you're roman-
tic."
Temple nodded comprehensively, the
odd, quizzcalboyish Up lift coni
ng to
his eye roweagain notwithetanding.
"Dare say you're right," field he eta.
PI,Y••
"Of coirrself was a noble and higld
minided BOXWOOD, on our part.'!
TNE'
grinned the betehelor, "and, 'leaving the
( Marriage germ in your system, it WW1
' to be expected. You haven't a wife,
so.you aur i
n t _ al y fancy the monel!
Would be spent on one. Granger hae
a wife. He naturally spends it on
Each so ebod else. es . L c
m Y a h manurns t
t
P
the thing be doesn't possess."
Temple
nodded a i
d d Wel e
P sins when
g r p
yoyou gointo 0
town on Monday,
wet th
g
still hunt s
u t tar •edfor
i the woman,
will
you, old man?"
Sure, you bet your Lite. But," he
called back over his shoulder, as he
was leaving the room, "we won't hunt
for her in Westfield, N. d„' where!
Granger's home is; we'll bunt for her
in West Forty-third street, New Yorks
"And this wife of Granger's ”' mur-
inured Temple. left to himself, "1 sup-
pose she has faith in him; they all
have. I dare say it's she who's work:
ing behind this plan to get his pardon;
doubtless she's somewhere now pray-
ing for him, waiting for bim'to comel
back to her vindicated, an honest
man. And 1? Well, . I'm fighting to
prove his conviction just, and there
you are! Queer little muddle it • is,
after all, this play of life. I wonder
sometimes if the great Eye mustn't get
tired of it and the great Ear wearied
of it. I wonder"—
A.
onder"—
.light, firm knock et the door caus-
ed. Temple to wake from his reverie.
Hes new secretary entered, ready for
work. -
* * * * * ' * *
From the first days of his association
with the Gotham Trust company in an
inconsequential capacity to the later
days when he had risen to its presiden-
cy, allies and rivals had found in Bur-
ton Temple a personal humility . that
was charmili
but underneath Bath it fight-
ing. qualities that were terrible. He
bad the gentleness of a lamb and the
strength of a lion.
Immediately Anna Granger had
recognized the second of these quali-
ties. Now, after some weeks of daily
work with him, in the gradual unveil-
ing of the man's personality, she was
coming to a sense of the first. Her
feelings and judgments about her host
were beginning to pulse through her
mind with an energy that she seemed
powerless to arrest. -They did not
make her happy; far from it, but they
quickened and intensified all the acts
of thinking and living.
Usually, however, she succeeded in
recapturing herself, in beating back
the thoughts which, like troops on a
doubtful field, appeared to be carrying
her into the ambushes and strong-
holds of an enemy;; she was impatient
and scornful of them.
As to Temple himself, maybe he
didn't know it, but already he was in
the way to fall as completely in love
with his new secretary as Amadis of
Gaul or Aucassin of Beaucaire or any
other hero of romance you may choose
- to mention. Even • in thee first few
days he bad found himself thinking
more of ber in a personal way than.
he bad ever thought of any woman.
{ He was not the fashion of man to
Whom women in general appealed-
not that he was wanting in a certain
' admiration for them main reverence,
but his early life had been devoted to
his mother and to his career, so that
I during the days when a man usually
l chooses a wife Temple bad been too
occupied to seek for one. Later—well,
somehow he had not met with any one
Who had quickened the romance that
Was in him.
For at heart this cool, collected man
of finance was romantic. He was
more; he was an idealist. He was the
sort of man who would husband to his
ori al mater none.
ne.
Unconsciously he made constant lit-
tle discoveries in Anna—most charm
Ing=yields of new regions of intelli-
gence, new points of humor, nner-
peeted fountrins of emotion, unfath-
omable depths of womanliness. Her
eyes and her hair pleased him; her
slim, firm, delicate hands— No; he
repudiated that. It was herself—her
inimitable self.
And as he felt the excellencies and
beauties of tier nature more and more
he felt the absorbing power of his own
manbood to make them his own. She
bloomed for him the flower of fan-
cies. but the seeds lay in bis own
heart; she seemed an exhalation from
his own hidden sources. His mother
possessed the same ladyhood. At
Anna's age his oe. u mother must have
been like her, be thought. the stirrer
in a man of noble passions, the inlay-
er of others, Life partnership with
such women promised not gratifica-
tions merely, but satisfactions.
Life partnership and love! They
were thoughtsnow neither for noon
nor ber presence. With a man like
Burton Temple everything had its
time and place. 'Ile must clear his
good name first. That was the imper-
ative duty on hand.
.As the result of the gradual. recog-
nition of the state of his own feelings,
there had come about increased ace
tivity in his work against Granger.
The reward + to Crane, should he suc-
ceed in securing some ...scrap of evi-
dence from Brady, had been raised to
The a ive r
$25,000,00. T e detective bureau had e
been offered a fabulous sum for proof
that Granger had invested any large
amount°fenmoney; that he had been a
blg purchaser of stock in any company,
or that he was tangledup with Some
woman besides his wife. No means that
a dying, shrewd fighter could use had
been overlooked.
And so, all unconsciously --oh, the
little pathetic game of human crass
purposes at which fate, the flinty
hearted. must smile—Anna Granger
bad become at once her Husband's
chanlillolon and foe. She; for tenderness
toward him, was here' in temple's
house, fighting desperately to find
some evidence that would Blear Him. i
nipple, for the vindicated hoiagr
ibis& he hoped to lay' at his lad's
heel,, }1/4thAt1pg wifi:,l., POI* 4e Pero -
XETE1t TJES
eiou co steel, to prieun 'lie a niafeded
thief the roan whom be bad vent there,
.But, as yet, the fight had tetcbed
flatbi ng to either of them.
f!
CHAPTER V.
"TIM realm or BEA !ears.
RS. MASON,,r sighed Anna
wearily
day. "Here I've
one y
been for nearly
am0nhan
and
I've Pound out nothing I
don't believe I ever will find out toy -
thing of myself against Mr. Tempi@.
The housekeeper started and eyed.
her curiously.
"Even if you don't find out enytheet,
dearle," she said stolidly, "you may 1,e
pretty certain that your husband will
be set free. Mr, Temple may be in
dieted now any day, and everybody.
all. the 'milers, say the circumstantial
evidence' is'" enestruug. taint be mast he
convicted:.. He1e4 surely guilty." Sirs
Mason, as all u'ho knew ber were
aware, once having formed an opinion
held to it.
"1 don't want Robert cleared on Or
cumstantial evideia e," prato.,ted Anna,
'That's trot what ['tu making this
fight for. I know what public opinion
Is.It's fickle; it cries 'Hosannah!' on
Palm Sunday; it cries 'Crucify!' on
Good Friday. I know the sway of
the press can make or unmake a man.
Just now it's making Robert and
breaking Mr. Temple, but after the
clamor will come doubt. 1 want the
proof of Robert's innocence in ray
own hands. 1 don't want any senti-
mental vindication for the father 'of
my .boys."
The father of her boys! Yes, it had
come to be just that. Unconsciously
she bad said it. To keep berself to
ber duty she had fallen back on that
last reserve of a woman's strength,
her mother love.
And bow hungry she was ,growing
for them, these boys of hers! "Oh, I
need them," she exclaimed in a sud-
den outburst—"I need them! Do you
know, without them even my prayers
have come to be stricken and palsied
things. Without them the great scheme
of theuniverse seems to have got gro-
tesquely mixed, irrationally jumbled.
'With a child in her arms a woman
feels always less like a speck of sand
under the eye of the Infinite, the In-
comprehensible. It's the unbreakable
link of the Human Son binding us to
the feet of God, I suppose." Anna
leaned forward over her machine and
buried her head in her arms.
A light was dawning upon Mrs. Ma-
son—a light which she dreaded. She
came over and stroked the buried
head.
"What beautiful bair you have,
child!" she said fatuitously, not know-
ing witat else to say.
"Uh-bub!" murmured the young wo-
man whimsically. "It's pleasant to
feel soft and smooth, isn't it, yet of-
fering a slight resistance to stroking?
It's modern, independent hair."
This mood would never do. The
prim New Englander saw it "I say,
Anna, what you need is to have a lit-
tle visit with your children. Mr. Tem•
ple will excuse you for a day, I know.
You can run out to see them, and"—
"Oh, but I can't—I can't, you see,"
cried Anna in an extremity of desire
and duty. "A day? Why, just in -
tbat very day the evidence I'm seek:
Mg might come—a letter, a telegram.
a telephone message. Look here
Mrs. Mayou!" Opening a drawer of
her desk, she took out a handkerchief.
One corner of it was tied in a bard
knot over many tiny scraps of paper.
"As Mr. Temple was leaving the
room Just before you came in be tort
i letter t@ and itthe waste
this ct threw
rin
up
basket, i ou understand? You ask int
often Irby I am so white in the morn,
ing= when 1 come down to e"'"^kfast
Weil, it's because 1 haven'!
-because I've been passing the nigh'
trying to piece together just sues,
scraps as these. Always—always with
no result.
"Nothing works against him. Every-
thing—every little bit of evidence
works for him. A. little side light on
his splendid fighting qualities here;
another on some unknown patrician
act of kindness to some fellow being
there. Oh, it's horrible, bOrriblel As
I say, the whole of life seems to have
got mixed—jumbled. Yet I must go
on hoping against hope for the chil-
dren's sake."
"Dearie, I know what I'll do. I'll
run out myself tomorrow and see
them and fetch you back direct word.
Would yon like it?"
For reply, in an abandon of grate-
fulness, Anna drew the elder woman
down to her and kissed her again and
again,
That afternoon, taking a stroll In the
garden, Anna's heart felt lighter, and
her dimples stirred incipiently, remem-
bering Mrs. Mason's promise.
"Tomorrow," she said softly, stop-
pingfor a nd fore sb
sero b a r echo
e
Q
.and ieaniug bur ebeels down to one
of the (noire de Dijon triumphs, "Olt,
>•
`tomorrow, please, c slave tlliiekly!"
A thrall caught her shirt as she was
in the act of rnorlug en.
"May I help?" p aSked ilorlon Tenn
ple, advanclug. Unknown to ber he
bad been tee ding in the little vine
e eov
-
ered pagoda opposite, Cato at his feet.
Together eher t e
v extracted t h,
skirt
a
fragile texture traospareui with lice,
a fai tperfume tn it. He no iced that
t
elle wore u Porte t,otlbeur on her arm
with a turquoise in it. It made .the
skin look white, or the skin made tt
look blue. The petty common service
broke the spell of formality which
usually existed between tliPt In the
library..
"Are you going farther down the
path?. May I walk with you?" he
asked, and, having received the aseeet
of ber bead and a noncbahtnt "If yen
wish," he began:
"Do you know what I was thinking
about, Miss Dale, as 1 sat there in the
pagoda? I was wondering where 1
had met you before. i;ince the very
first day you came 1 have often won-
dered that. I have seen you before--
ob, no, there is no doubt about it—but
where I can't recall."
"in some other incarnation, 1 dare
say," laughed she. "Was it when we
were swinging from trees or not so
long ago as that? Could it"—yes, she
would tempt the fates and be down-
right courageous—"could it have been
in the days when I was in the
Exchange building. One- meets so
many„_
"The Exchange building? Ah, pre-
cisely! 1 recall it all now, and how 1
used to find myself unwittingly look-
ing for you after that first day. But
I was called south, and when • 1 came
back you had vanished." He spoke
reminiscently.
"The litst day I don't quite under-
stand," queried she.
"I was cortin;; do 'n in the elevator,
harried to death. inn mind in a fright-
ful slate or turmoil. I found you
watching me from some crowded cor-
ner, and 1 looked directly into your
eyes," Be studied ber now with a
smile serious and tender. "I looked,
and it was like bathing one's face in
a pool of spring water after a , hot
journey," be ended simply.
It came beet; with such unmistaka-
ble vividness to Anna tbat she spoke
spontaneously:
"Yoe did look worried."
"Oh, you remember, too"" he cried.
"I can't tell You how glad that makes
me. I couldn't get %'ou out of my mind
somehow. You see. 1 never did get
you out of nay mhttl. Some faces stay
with us. Yours stayed."
The woman beside him had become
very grove, feeliug the bent of her
pulse quicken with the distant surge
of a strange joy, a joy: indistinct as
the tremor of an unrisen sun. yet all
pervasive, Realising her danger, deft-
ly sbe veered her mood.
"Yes, 1 passed our old elevator boy
on the street a few months ago," she
remarked casually, stooping to pat the
mas'tiff's bead. "I remembered his face,
too, though it bad been over a decade
since I saw him"
The man's face was rueful as he nod
ed appreciation of ber tactics.
Below them was the broad expanse
of the Hudson, scintillating as a sap
pbire in the glow of the summer after
nobn. A yachting party steaming ui
river waved hats and halo ikerebiefs a
them in pure good fellowship. It seem
ed good to be alive; Temple puller
two chairs under the shade of the
trees, and they sat down. [n the die
tance the e1lff:t of the Palisades rose
and beckoned alluringly.
"Do yon know what I used to cat
them. those cliffs?" said he. seeing his
companion's eyes upon them. "31st
enchanted palaces. When I was a
child the palace of enchantment meant
the future, the mysterious. ineffable
future when I should he grown up,
when i should be a emu, when the
world wove he my garden, the world
and life and all their riches mine to
exnlore,.to adveuture in. And, oh, the
BRONCHITIS
Was So Choked, Up
She Could Hardly
Breathe.
Bronchitis is an acute inflammation of
the mucus membrane lining the air tubes
of the lungs, and should never be ne-
glected, for if it is very often the disease
becomes chronic, thenit is onlya
is and
short step to consumption.
On the first sign of bronchitis Dr.
Wood's Norway Pine Syrup should be
eta and thus s it becoming
taken, u prevent g
chronic.
Mr. John p. MacDonald, College
Grant, N.S., writes:—"My tittle girl,
seven years old, caught a bad cold which
developed into bronchitis. She was so
choked p she could hard!
� up Y breathe.
/heading abort your wonderful medicine,.
Inr. Wood's Norway ;Cine Syrup, I decided
to try- a bottle, and with such good re-
sults that / got ahother which cotnpletelyi
hc.t say too much in its
fitted her. I caiino
!!raise, and would not be wit! out it in the
1iotlse."
t,h,. Wood's Norway Pine Syrap is
put a in a yellow wrapper three pine
trees the trate mark; price, 25 cents.
ytttttfacevio ytold o by The T. Mill,ut.t
people by wiioru the Werld and. the X11
ture were inhabited, the eavaleadang
knights
,
the love1Y?rices yes
S 'v
e
and glory and all manner of romance,
1 had there :for the wishing'. Did you
meet;
Db lee? uashkeda nbeenma teicda
7 p!y
i
ace
"
Yea,„ acquiesced she .softly, falling
In witb leis
1 mod, the s m theti
o a c
y
bond which ui
ways asserted
itself
f
When she
was noton guard,
drawing
her .once again; "Oh, yes; I, too,
a n
had qty a chanted ,palace, a many Pin -
mated palace built of gold and silver,
ivory, alabaster and 'another of pearl;
the fountains in its courts ran with
perfumed. waters.” Her voice trailed
off dreamily, and Temple thrilled with
the music of it. "And its pleasaunce
was an orchard of pomegranates. One
had no need to spare one's colors, you
,!.nowt"' it dtttp him 'with an
adorable smi1gs.
'"In know.''.'.. lE a seas' tet!.. one With` her
now, responding intuitively to the play
of her emotions. "And the stars left
their courses to flgbt for you, and the
winds of Leaven vied with each other
to prosper your'galleons—.wasn't it like
that?" He looked at her; she watt
scarcely listening; sbe was watching
the sunlight catching on the tops of
the Palisades. It was, just as well; he.
was safer in his inspection of her so, .
"Uh-huh! Like that," she said, her
ears mecbanically following his words.
"I dare say," sheewent on musingly, "it
must be that we pass the enchanted
palace while we are asleep. Surely,
at first, it is before us—we can see it
glistening in the distance, like the
peaks yonder. We shall reach it to-
morrow, next month, next year. And
then one morning we wake up and—
an it We've i s behind us. We ve passed it,
and we can't turn back. We must go
on." Her voice ended in a little half
sob.
The slgbt of a tear trembling on her
lashes cost Burton Temple a hundred
conflicts with himself. He felt a sud-
den warmth behind his eyes and in
his throat All be did, however, was
to look big, hold his tongue and envy
the dead their enforced responsibility..
"I—I'm not often agitated," said
Anna, rising, with an odd, starry
smile, "and you must pardon me that
display of oversentiment-" But be-
fore he meld have spoken: "I must
really go in now. I've promised Mrs.
Mason to play a game of pachisi, or
cribbage, or something," she faltered.
So Temple, elaborately commiserating,
escorted her up the red gravel path.
* * s * * * *
Anna was growing excessively un-
easy. For quite two hours now she'd
been anxiously expecting Mrs-' Mason's
return from Westfield. What could be
the matter? At the very least it must
be the measles. Finally, however, her
elder friend came in smilingly, disarm-
ing all fears.
"And how's the new nurse getting
on with them? Does she make Robbie
wear his robbers on wet days? Is his
cold quite gone? Is Harold's finger
well agaih? Have they hid that hor-
rid penknife?" Anna was untying
Mrs. Mason's veil and pouring out her
questions in a torrent.
Mrs. Mason assured her that the boys
were both well and happy, that the
new nurse was doing beautifully and
that, except for a few !tours when the
rascals bad her locked in the cbicken
house, she was having a fine time.
"Oh, she won't mind an incense-
quentiai thing like the chicken house,"
laughed Anna, handing Mrs. Mason her
veil pins, "when once she's used to
those boys. They locked their mother
In one day, and I had to spank them,
poor little dears. Oh, but I'm sick with
longing for them --sick!"
"I know, dearie, " soothed -Mrs. Ma-
son, patting her on the back. "But
I've something else to tell you. You
couldn't guess why I was so late com-
ing back? No? Well, nee been up to
see Robert."
"You .have!" Anna started never so
slight! "Is—is he well? Is he keep-
ing up? What did be think about my
being here?"
"Oh, he's well, and he's keeping up.
They're all very good to him. They
feel he is up there through a relsear-
riege of jastiee. They treat him kind-
ly. They've made him what they call
o
'trusty., „
Anna was listening With strained at-
tention.
"You explained to him, didn't yon,
Mrs. Mason? You made it clear just
why I left home? You made him un-
derstand that I am in a postdate here
to find out the truth that will convict
the man who bas done this thing?"
Mrs. Mason plucked several imagl.
nary threads off her skirts to hide her
confusion.
"At Bret, you know," went on Anna,
"I thought it best not to let him know
about my having left home. I knew
be wouldworry about the boys, But
adays o I managedto get him
Pew
ago
word. 1 felt the time had come. And
now, what does he say?"
Mrs. Mason still faltered. iter con-
science would not permit her to tell
less than the whole truth; nevetthe-
longedfor some fashion less, she on in
wheN
which to put it gently.
1, y
"Well, bo 'eitid, dear --be turned
white and said he diin't want you to
retnain in this "douse. Said it •didn't
look quite right; that he'd rather have
you home with the children than here
in Temple's house."
Anna smiled indulgently. "Poor
boy! Re's afraid the Work will prove
too bard for me. It won't I'll fasten
the crime yet, though it may break rey
heart," The ina1 words were almost
choked. She walked across to the win-
dow and stood Staring out at tate grim
prison there. H was d little trick sbe
bad learned winner'; _ he bet! to
steel here IA to . • tl •0 a4 _.
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She spore t,
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words fell 'Nee , *Pie Armes
elasou's eats.
"Shiny oleo z"ats,,, what t eveteries
Are you talking ,,r;•' she salt) aft'rnly.
"I don't understand
"No more do 1 --No more. do E!"' Anna[
twisted and tterwtsrtd her hands ifs
silence for a moment, "Only this [
know," she saki at last. "When It
came here 1 could harden •aiy, bear!r
against the man with robot, t had
come to wage wart could continual=
ly remember bis responsibility ft?
Robert's imprisonment. Oh, 1 coulti
fight fairly and squarely. But noW'--
"It's strange," she went on , refs f
tively-."stranger Now I always ha
to bring myself; np with a delibexat
effort. 1 have to think to hate him--�
don't hate him intulthveiy any mor
There's something about hits"::. fl
voice softened oddly—"1 can't descry'
It. He's strong, somehow. He's b
and deep and earnestand illimitabi
strong. He draws one."
0
CHAPTER VI.
DtTY AXD DESIREE.
01 NNA GRANGER, I'm ashame
of you, ashamed! I could tell
you what the trouble is. O
it's a degenerate age! Du
and desire messed till you don
m a
P y
know which is welch.. You can shU
fie theta to suit your conscience—it by'
reason of a few decent ancestors
person happens to have a conscience)
Don't you think I've seen this thin!(
coming, Anna? non's you think I'v%
been deploring the situation, doing u1y
best to straighten it out? Why have ]
been harping on the children, the chit
dren, ',the cbildren? Because I sa
they were the only stronghold you ha .
left to fall back upon; because 1 sa
you were already forgetting your poo
martyr husband, Oh, I've seen th'l
man's eyes following you with the 1o0:
that can only mean one thing! I'v
seen"—
"Mrs. Mason. it isn't true, it isn't
true"' Anna recoiled in horror.
it kind, is it bearable that you shote
say such things to me? I have no
deserved them. No, no, 1 have not
What rigbt have you? I can't protec
myself, I can't. escape you. • But"•-+'
Her voice shook, There was in it
passion of auger, pain, isolation an •
yet something else, the note of some
thing newborn and transforming.
"What right?" repeated. Mrs. Masohi
in sharp tones of astonishment "Th"
right of duty, the right of one hones
�l
woman speaking to another whom she
wishes to keep honest." t
The stern ord Puritan :honsekeeper
had made Robert (:granger stand for 4
leading principle. She was a woma
of little in div id an Tiny, quite far awa .
from ber own generation. For thein
most part 8115 rtef ed on cut and dried
principles; even her impulses wore au-
tomatic impulses, dating back to hit
foremotbers. She had been brought u
with the view that all behavior we
right or wrong. correct or incorrect,
as if it were not much else beside
these, as if between black and white
there were 001 many colors, all the
colors of the siee
tr m, in fact.
And so to the bowed young womazA
before her she continued with hen
oracular mottoes on right living and
sure results, plain, one sided •duty.
Anna was, rnguely conscious that Sir
Oracle was still in among the living•.
She heard no particular word, just the
pattering murmur of word upon word
ponderously delivered.
* * * * * * •
"A letter for yon, sir, brought by mese
senger," said the butler, presenting an
envelope to Burton Temple.
"From the detective bureau," com-
mented he. tearing it open. And Cra•
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