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Banse man of the coarser , and the second look is not always in his favour He was thirty-five years of age, but looked older His face was hard and deeply marked with the lines of intensity The black eyes were fascinating in their brilliancy, but there was a cruel, savage light in their depths The nose and mouth were clean-cut and pitiless in their very syle, he had hter of a minister For two years her sweet influence kept his efforts along the righteous path, but he writhed beneath the yoke of poverty His pride suffered because he was unable to provide her with more of the luxuries of life; in his selfish way, he loved her Failure to advance made hihten the shadows around their little home When the baby boy was born to them, and she suffered more and more frogressor, threw off restraint and plunged into the traffic that soon made him infamously successful She died, however, before the taint of his duplicity touched her, and he, even in his grief, felt thankful that she never was to know the truth

At this time Banse houses uptown, and the boy was just leaving the kindergarten for a private school Bansemer's calloused heart had one tender charey eyes of the woman who had died

Late one Noveht topcoat to leave the office for the day, Droolass panel of the door to his private office Usually, the clerk conal--a floor button by which he could acquaint his ht to know, and the visitor in the outer office would be none the wiser The occasions were rare when he went so far as to tap on the door Bansemer was puzzled, and stealthily listened for sounds from the other side Suddenly, there caled with Broom's suppressed but always raucous tones

Banse into the outer office, he saw Droo One of the women carried a small babe in her arms Neither she nor her couardian of the outer office