The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-11-11

| David Cable's-not to go to his own
} home, but TO that of Elias broom. He
knew now that the newspaper would
, devote columns to the sensation in
/ high life" he knew that Jane would
suffer agonias untold, but he would not
blame his father for that; he knew
that arrest and disgrace hung over the
tall gray man who had shown his true
and amazing side at last; he knew that
shame and humiliation were to be his
own share in, the division. Down
somewhere in his aching heart he
nourished the hope that Elias DroonI
could ease the pain of these wretcheI
disclosures.
AS he traversed the dark streets
across town he was vaguely wonder
ing whether James eyes would ever
lose the panied, hopeless expression he
had last seen In them. He wondered
whether she would retract her avowal
that she could not be his wife with the
shame upon her; he rejoiced in her
fearless, llfeless promise to hold him
In no fault for what had happened.
Distressed and miserable, he spent
the remainder of the night in Elias
Droom's squahd rooms, sitting before
the little stove which his host replen-
ished from time to time during the
weary hours.
broom answered his questions with
a direct tenderness that surprised even
himself. he kept much to himself,
however, and advised the young man
| to reserve judgment until after he had
heard his fathers side Of the story.
"I've been loyal to James Bansemer,
Graydon, and I'll still be loyal to him.
He's not done right by other people,
but he has tried to do right by you"
"If he wanted to do right by me,
why did he not tell me Of Janes-mis-
fortune" exclaimed the young man
bitterly.
Because he really wanted you to
marry her Anybody can see she is
without a flaw. That's the truth, Gray
don. Your father was wrong in his
desire to make capital of it in connec-
ton with Mrs. Gable. / told him so. l
don't believe he knew just what he
was doing; he was so used to success,
you see. Can't you go to sleep, boy?
You need to-"
God, nor
I'D advise you to go home and talk
it over with your father"
Tomorrow will be time enough
after the newspapers are out. l can't
bear to think of the disgrace Har-
bert has been interviewed, they say.
He's told everything"
Talk to your father tonight, my
boy. There may be-may be warrants
tomorrow"
The young man dropped his head on
his arm and burst into tears. Old
broom pulled vigorously at his pipe,
his eyes shifting and uncomfortable.
Twice he attempted to speak and could
not. In both instances he arose and
poked the fire. At last the young
mans choking sobs grew less violent
broom cleared his throat with raucous
emphasis, took his snaky gaze from a
print on the wall representing Dawn"
and spoke:
"You wouldn't think 1t to look at me
now, or any other time for that mat
ter, but l loved a woman once-a long
time ago. She never knew it. I didn't
expect her to love me. How could /?
Don't cry, Graydon. You're not like
1 was. The girl you love loves you.
Cheer up. If l were you I'd go ahead |
and make her my wife. She's good
enough, III swearw
"She says she can't marry me. Good |
heavens, Elias! You don't know what |
a blow it was to her. 1t almost killed |
her And my own father! oh, it was |
terribler'
Elias Doom did not tell him-nor
had he ever told any one but himself
that the woman he loved was the
boys mother. He loved her before and |
after she married James Bansemer. |
He never had faltered in his love and |
reverence for her.
Graydon waited in his rooms until |
the old man returned with the morning |
papers. AS broom placed them on the |
table beside him he grinned cheer !
fully.
"Big headlines, eh? But these are
not circumstance to what they wiz |
be. These articles deal only with the |
great mystery concerning the birth of |
one of the most beautiful and popular
young women in Chicago Wait-wait |
until the Bansemer smash comes to re-
enforce the story! Fine reading, eh|
Don't, Elias, for heavens sake,
don'tP' cried the young man. "Have
you no soft spot in your heart? l be-
lieve you enjoy all this. Look! Look !
what it says about her The whole
shameful story of that scene last
night! There was a reporter there
when it happened"
Together they read the papers. Their
comments varied. The young man |
writhed and groaned under the revela-
lions that were going TO the public.
The old clerk chuckled and philoso-
phized.
Every one of these papers prophe-
sled other and more sensational de-
velopments before the day was over.
1t promised to be war to the knife be-
tween David Cable, president of the
nootao Tolroc end AkIa~kto ond he