The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1908-11-07
CHAPTER xviii.

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late. The Cables and the
~ Harbins went at once to
the Annex, where David Gable had
taken rooms. They had given up their
north side home some months before,
both he and his wife retiring into the
seclusion that great hotel can afford
when necessary.
Graydon hurried Off to his fathers
office, eager, yet half fearing, to meet
the man who was responsible for the
broken link in his life-this odd year.
He recalled as he drove across town
that full year had elapsed since he
spent that unforgettable night in Elias
Droom's uncanny home. Was he never
to forget that night-that night when
his soul seemed even more squalid
than the home Of the recluse?
All of his baggage except suit case
had been left Mt the station. He did
not know what had become of his be-
longings in the former home of his ia
Their, nor, for that matter. did he care.
At the u building he ventured a
diffident greeting to the elevator boy,
whom he remembered. The boy looked
at him quizzicaily and nodded with
customary aloofness. Graydon found
himself hoping that he would not meet
Bobby Rigby. He also wondered as
the car shot up how his father had
managed to escape from the meshes
that were drawn about him on the eve
of his departure. His chances had
looked black and hopeless enough then,
yet he still maintained the same old
offices in the building. His name was
on the directory board downstairs
Graydon's heart gave a quick bound
with the thought that his father had
proved the charges false after all.
Elias broom was busy directing the
labors of two ablebodied men and a
charwoman, all Of whom were toiling
as they had never toiled before. The
woman was busting law books. and
the men were packing them away in
boxes. The front room Of the suit was
In state Of devastation. A dozen
boxes stood about the floor; rugs and
furniture were huddled in the most re.
mote corner awaiting the arrival of the
secondhand man," the floor was lit
tered with paper. broom was direct.
ing operations with a broken umbrella.
1t seemed like lash to the toilers.
"Now let's get through with this
ROOM" he was saying in his most I'm
polling way. THE men will be here
for the boxes at 4. don't want 'em
to wait. This back room stuff We'll
put In the trunks. Look out there!
Don't you see that nail?"
Eddie Deever. with his usual indo-
lence, was seated upon the edge Of the
writing table In the corner, smoking
his cigarette and commenting with rash
freedom upon the efforts Of the per-
spring slaves.
"How long are you going to keep
these things In the warehouse!" he
asked of broom.
"I'm not going to keep them there al
all. They belong to Mr.. Bansemer
He'll take them out when he has the
time"
Hes getting all the time he wants
now, guess" commented Eddie
SAY, talking about time, I'll be TWEEN
ty-One next IueSuay.
"Old enough to marry"
81 don't know about that. I'm get
ting pretty wise. Do you know. I've
lust found out how old Rosie Heating
is. She's twenty-nine. Gee, it's funny
how fellow always gets stuck on
girl older than himself! Still, she's al
right I'm not saying word agains
her. She wouldn't be twenty-nine II
she could help It,"
81 suppose it's Off between you
then"
~ don't know about that either. W.
lunched at Rector's today. That don
look like it's Off. does It? Four sixty
five, including the tip She don't Loo
twenty nine, does shef'
give never noticed hers
"Never! Well. holy mackerel! Yo'
must be blind then. She says she's seei
you In the elevator thousand times
Never noticed her? GeeI'
81 mean I've never noticed any ont
who looked less than twenty nine. Il.
the way, do you ever see Mr. Rigby
I believe she Is In his Office"
81 don't go to Rigby's any more.
said Eddie. with sudden stiffness He
a cheap skate"
81 heard he threw you out of the OF
fee one day" with dry cackle,
"He did not! We couldn't agree Il
certain things regarding the Banseme
affair, that's all. told him to go to tn
devil, or words to that effect"
something loose about your test
mony, believe, wasn't thereT
"Oh, the whole thing doesn't amour
to whoop. I'm trying to get Ros
another job. She oughtn't to write
there with that guy"
"Well, you're twenty-one. Why don
you open an office OF your own? You