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

planned broom sourly. MY collar
rubbed my neck, so | took It Off. Other
wise I'm just as l was when got in at
Sherry's. Funny what a difference a
little thing like collar makes. isn't
Il"
IL should say so. never gave It a
thought until now. But, Elias, | want
to ask a great favor of you. You
can
"My boy, II your father wouldn't tell
you who her parents are, don't expect
me to do so. He knows; only sus-
pect."
"You must be mind reader" gasped
Graydon.
at isn't hard to read your mind these
days. What do you hear from herT
Graydon went back to the subject after
few moments. II am morally certain
that know who her father and mother
were, but 1t won't do any good to tell
her. How's your father?"
After this night Craydon saw the
old Eln often. They dined together
occasionally in the small cafes on the
west side broom could not. for some
reason known only TO himself, be in
ducel 20 - to Sherry's again.
when Jane comes back I'll give you
both II quiet little supper there after
the play maybe. Ten be my treat, my
boy"
The old man worked patiently and
fruitlessly over his Inventions" They
came to naught, but they lghtened his
otherwise barren existence. There was
not day or night In which his mind
was wholly free from thoughts of
James Bansemer.
He counted the weeks and days TN
til the man would be free. and his eyes
into the future. He felt in his heart
that James Bansemer would come to
him at once and that the reckoning for
his single hour Of triumph would be a
heavy one to pay. Sometimes he would
sit for hours with his eyes staring
at the Napoleon above the bookcase.
something like dread in their depths.
Then again he would laugh with glee.
pound the table with his bony hand
much to the CONSERVATION Of Chang
and exclaim as If addressing a multi
tude:
81 hope I'll be dead when he gets
out OF there. hope l won't live to
see him free again. That would spoil
everything. Let me see, I'm seventy
one now. l surely can't live much
longer. l want to die seeing him as
saw him that day. The last thing
think Of on earth must be James Ban.
semer's face behind the bars. Ha. ha
ha! 1t was worth all the years-that
one hour. 1t was even worth while
being his slave. I'm not afraid of him
No! That's ridiculous. or course I'm
not afraid of him. only want to
know he's lying in cell when l die
out here In the great, free world. BY
my soul. he'll know that a handsome
face isn't always the best. He laugh
ed ut my face. curse him. His face
won her-his good loOks Well, well.
well, l only hope she's where she can
see his face now!
He would work himself into frenzy
of torment and glee combined. usually
collapsing at the end of his harangue
1t disguised him to think that his
health was so good that he might be
expected to live beyond the limit OF
James Bansemer's imprisonment.
At the end Of eighteen months Jane
was coming home. She had written to
Graydon from London, and the news
papers announced the sailing of the
Cables.
81 am coming home to end all Of this
idleness," she wrote to him. II mean
to find pleasure in toll. In doing good,
In lifting the burdens of those who are
helpless. You will see how can
work. Graydon. You will love me more
than ever when you see how can do
80 much good for my fellow creatures
l want you to love me more and
more, because l shall love you to the
end of my life
The night before the ship was to ar
rive GraydOn dined with the Jack Per
clvals. 1t was o'clock when Graydon
reached his rooms. There he found
note from Elias broom.
II have an especial reason" he wrote,
"for asking you and Miss Gable to dine
with me on Monday night. We will
go to Sherry's. Let me know as soon
as you have seen her"