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

ed with happiness; he stared and wept
in his heart and shivered and criaged
and groaned within himself
He had killed her. She had been true
to him. and yet he had taken her life.
the life she had given him. He gave
no thought to Jane, no thought to
Bansemer. He thought only of him
self as the slayer.
Would her body be recovered? What
would he his excuse, what his punish
ment? The gallows? A thousand hor-
rors ran riot in his brain, thousand
tremors with each.
But why dwell upon the feelings of
this miserable wretch? Why say more
Of his terror. his misery, his remorse?
He held himself in the seat until the
| middle of the last act of the play At
! last, unable to restrain himself longer,
! he arose and almost ran from the thea
| ter. That instinct which no slayer can
control or explain was overpOwering
| him. 1t was the instinct which at
/ tracts the murderer to the spot where
! his crime was committed No man
/
! impulse. and yet all criminology re-
cords it, clear and unmistakable. 1t is
no less than form of curiosity. Driv-
en- by this irresistible force, David Ca
BILE, with bravado that cost him dearly.
worked his uninterrupted way to the
scene of his crime. BY trolley car to
Chicago avenue and then, like a home
less dog seeming his way fearfully, to
n corner not far from the break in the
| wall >-,..-~>y,
| His legs trembled and his eyes grew
wide with dread. The swish of the
| water came to his ears. and he stood
still for many minutes listening for a
cry for help from off the shore. But
none came. and again skulking along
side the houses of his friends. he COW
cred the blocks that lay between him
and the magnetic rift in the wall. Near
the corner he stopped, with a start OF
alarm.
The figure of man could be seer
standing like a statue on the very
spot where he had seen her disappear
While he stood there. his heart scarce
ly beating. the solitary figure was
Joined by two others. Cable shranE
back into the dense shadows. Like {
fash it occurred to him that they were
!. searching for the body. \ shrek Of
agony arose to his lips. But he check
ed it.
Far off on one of the crosstowl
streets a newsboy was calling an ex
tra-hoarse. unintelligible shouts tina
} froze his blood He bent his ear t.
catch the faraway words of the boy
"All about de nor side MURDER H
cringed and shook under the raucou
shout He knew what it meant.
A policeman suddenly turned tn
: corner and came toward him. Th
first impulse was to fly: the next wa
TO stand and deliver himself. The reso
luton came with shocking unexpected
ness. He would give himself up, III
would admit that he had killed hi
wife! The words of anguish were O
his lips when the policeman spoke.
us it you. Mr.. Gable? How is she
SIR"
Cable did not hear the man, for, a
he opened his lips to cry out his ow
guilt, a thought formed in his brai
; that almost staggered him with it
| cunning sayagery. Why not let tn
penalty fall on James Bansemer? Sh
had gone out to meet him! If she ha
not destroyed the note it would han
James Bansemer. and James Banseme
was worse than murderer. But eve
as this remarkable thought rushed int
; his brain the last words of the office
began 10 drive it out.
|, as she going to pull through, sir:
: was the next question, and he caugf
it vaguely.
!, "Pull through?" he murmured inartic'
: lately. He. leaned against gre;