Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1908-08-13

give me in exchange for your BULLDOG
ing. L will have restitution, remember
that. Now, you've nothing more to say
to me. Get out.'
"Sirv'
sect outp'
"By George, you're a wonderful bluff
err"
do you expect me to throw you out.
sirP"
TIT Isn't necessary. I've had change
of heart in the last minute, Mr.. Ranse-
mer. 1 withdraw my proposition. By
all that's holy, intend to go after you
now without pity. Hang your sons
feelings! You won't take my advice.
didn't give it as friend, because L
detest you. 1t was done in weak
spirit of fairness toward your son and
toward the girl he is to marry. Now,
/ put them out Of my consideration.
They
Get outv'
Harbert, very red in the face, slam
med the door after him and strobe an
grily through the outer office into the
corridor. broom Immediately entered
the consultation room.
well? What is it?' demanded Ban
semer.
what did he want?''
"He invited me to go to Europe for
an indefinite stay. l refused. Wen
fight it out, broom. We have covered
our trail better than he thinks. They
can't convict me- I'm sure of that.
They have nothing but conjectures,
and they won't go in court"
I'm afraid of him, just the same.
You're bull headed about it. Every
criminal thinks his tracks are covered
until it is too late to cover them prop
erly"
Curse you, broom; I'm no criminal"
"a slip of the tongue on my part.
Do you know who is down there in
Rigby's office with those fellows?"
AN officer, dare say"
mo; David Cable"
Gable? Then his wife has told him
everything. Well, I've something to
tell too. By the Lord Harry. Elias,
there will be several sensations in
high life"
=
there is to tell about the girlt''
mo, that's just 1t! That is one
thing 1 won't tell. If you tell whose
blood she has in her veins, III kill you
like a dog. But I'll see that Miss Gable
is dropped by Chicago society inside of
| q week. Fm mad, Droom-do you un-
derstand?"
But Graydon loves her"
He won't love her long. l was n
fool TO let him go this far-a blind
loving fool. But I'll end it now. He
shan't marry her. He has no.
Il haven't much of heart to boast
Of, Bansemer. but beg of you not to
| do this thing. | love Graydon. He
doesn't deserve any pain or disgrace
Take my advice and leave the city
Let me call Harbert back"
"No. They can't drive me out, Tel
ephone over and ask Graydon to StoI
here on his way up this afternoon"
The opening and closing of the outer
door attracted their attention. Droon
| peeped forth. In spite of himself, Ban
semer started and his eyes widenet
1 Will SiiStl III Sslul1S VI az
prel1ension passed between the two
men.
ITS that Deever boy from Judge
Smiths" reported Dreom.
"Tell him to get out" said Bansemer
with breath of relief.
81 thought it might have BEEN be
gan broom with awry grin.
1
cit is bit too soon. They haven
had time"
As broom left the room Banseme
crossed to the window and locke,
down into the seething street far be
low. He saw that his hand trembled
and he tried to laugh at his weakness
For long time he stood there, his III
| seeing eyes focused on the hurryin
masses, his ears alert for unusua
sounds from the outer Office.
"If it We're not for Graydon." he wa
muttering between set teeth. GOO
how l hate to have him know"
broom had told Eddie Deever t
-.get out" but Eddie was there to tai
and be talked to, so he failed to tax
the hint.
Say, 1 haven't seen you since yo
played the hero up in the fashionabl
part of town. Gee, that was a startlel
I'll bet old man Cable rewards you
some way. What's your theory abou
the holdupT'
! broom looked up sharply. For tn
first time there shot into his mind th
thought that the breezy boy might /
q spy.
II haven't any," he replied shortl.
He was trying to remember if he ha
ever said anything discriminating to til
boy.
How'd you happen to be over ther
just at that timeY'
II haven't time to talk about i
Please don't bother me- 1t happene
three days ago, and I've really forgo
ten about it.. Don't throw that cigarett
into the wastebasket. Haven't yo
any sense?'
See! You don't suppose I'm goin
to throw it away, do you? There
half an inch of it left. Not me! Sa
I've heard your boss has quite a cas-
on Mrs Gable. How about it," e
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