The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-10-28

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He won't feel like staying here If thu
truth about his father is uttered
That's the brutal way to put it, Ban
semer, but you've got to get out"
The two glared at each other for a
full minute Bansemer was as white
as a sheet, but not with fear.
"Harbert," he said in low tones,
ave half a mind to kill you"
"Don't. You'd hang for it. There
are at least dozen members of the
bar who know that / have come here
to see you, and they know why too.
See here. Bansemer, you're a scoundrel
to begin with. You've always been a
knaye. How you happen to have a
son like Graydon l can't imagine.
Bansemer, l believe that l drove you
out of New York. You escaped with
out exposure simply because the wit
nesses lost their nerve. That won't DO
the case here. You think you've Gov
cred your tracks nicely. You haven't
You've tripped into half a dozen traps
I don't know what your game is wild.
the Cables, but you're base enough to
take advantage Of your sons position
In that home. Don't interrupt IN
soon be through I'm a man Of few
words. If 1t were not for your SOC
I'd swear out the warrants for you to-
day on FIVE different charges. For his
sake I'm going to give you chance.
I've worked on you for three years.
swore I'd get you some time. Well,
I've got you, and I'm going to cheat
myself out of whole lot of pleasure
I'm not going to smash you as l I'm
tended. Your sons friends have pre-
vailed.
'"To show you that am not bluffiHg
have every bit of evidence in the
Burkenday case, the Flossie Bellamy
job, the Widow Hensmith affair-and
1t was a damnable one, too-with two
or three more. You broke that wom-
ans heart. / don't suppose you know
that she died last month. You never
noticed it. eh? Her precious coach
man is living like a lord on the money
you and he took from her Old Burken-
days hOusemaid has bought a little
home in Edgewater-but not from her
wages. The two 1obs you now have
on hand never viii be pulled off. The
girl in the Banker Watts case has been
cornered and has confessed. She is
ready to appear against you. McLen-
mans wife has had the courage to defy
your accomplice-that dastardly butler
of theirs, and he has left town, fright
ened out of his wits. Your time has
come. The jig is up. 1t won't be as it
was in New York, because we have the
proof. There is a committee Of three
down in Rigby's Office now waiting
for me to report If l take word to
them that you expect to sail for Eu-
rope next week, never to return to
this country, all well and good. 1t is
for your sons good health, bear in
mind. If you go, the public may never
learn the truth about you. If you
stay, you will be in jail before you are
a week older And, Mr.. Bansemer,
you've got to decide quick"
Bansemer looked his accuser straight
in the eye, a faint smile of derision
touching his lips, but not his eyes.
"Mr. Harbert, the FIRST thing you
have to learn in connection with your
patients father is that he is not cow
ard. l refuse to run, sir. am limo
cent Of any intentional wrong, and
I'll stand my ground. My son will
stand beside me, too. He Is that sort
Go back to your committee and tell
them that Bansemer will not go to
Europe for his sons health. Good
day, sir"
Nonsense, Bansemery exploded
exploded Harbert. "You know we've
got you fast enough. Why be fool as
well as a knave? You haven't a ghost
Of a chance. I'm trying to do you a
good turn"
"a good turn? Mr.. Harbert, 1 am
neither a fool nor knave. If were
fool, I'd kill you where you stand. l
would be justified in killing the man
who represents a crowd of blackmai-
ers. That's what you are, sir. / refuse
to pay your price. If were a lnave,
I'd pay It. want you to understand
one thing. l shall stand my ground
here. If you prosecute me I'll not stop
haying you until death ends my en-
deavors. Well see what justice can
give me in exchange for your BULLDOG
ing. l will have restitution, remember
that. Now, you've nothing more to say
to me. Get outp'
"Sirw
"Get outr'
"By George. you're a wonderful blum
sr."
do you expect me to throw you out
hr?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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