The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1908-12-19


have dreamed that you'd so in for
good clothesr'
II used to dream about it long ago.
l swore if | ever got back to New
York I'd dress as New Workers dress
even if l was a hundred years old. Il
I've got a servant too. What dye T
think of that? He can't understand
a word l say, nor can l understand :
him. That's why he stays on with :
ME. He doesn't know when I'm dis
charging him, and | don't know when
he's threatening to leave. What do
you think of my rooms|
1t was Graydon's first visit to the
place, weeks after their return to New
York. He had not felt friendly to
broom since the day at the prison,
but now he was forgetting his resent
ment in the determination to wrest
from him the names Of James father
and mother. He was confident that
the old a knew.
Better than Wells street, eh? Well,
you see, ! was in trade then. Different
now, I'm getting to be quite a fop.
Do you notice that l say by Jove' Oc-
c%asionally?" He gave his raucoas
laugh of derision. "Dined at Sherry's
the other night, old chap" he went on
with raw mimicry. "They thought |
was a Christian and let me in. used
to look like the devil, you know"
"By the Lord Harry, Elias" cried
Graydon. "yOu look like the devil now"
1--WE got these carpet slippers on be-
cause my shoes hurt my feet" ex-
plained broom sourly. MY collar
rubbed my neck, so l took it of. Other
wise I'm just as I was when got in at
Sherry's. Funny what a difference a
little thing like a collar makes. isn't
tit?"
~ should say so. l never gave 1t a
thought until now. But, Elias, / want
to ask a great favor of you. You
can
"My boy, if your father wouldn't tell
you who her parents are, don't expect
me to do so. He knows; I only sus-
pect."
"You must be a mind reader" gasped
Graydon.
at isn't hard to read your mind these
t DAYS. What do you hear from herr
!, Graydon went back to the subject after
t "a few moments. II am morally certain
that know who her father and mother
were, but it won't do any good to tell
her. How's your fatherY
After this night Graydon saw the
. old man often. They dlned together
occasionally in the small cafes on TIT
west side. broom could not, for some
. reason known only to himself. be In
2 duced to go to Sherry's again.
"When Jane comes back I'll give yoI
y both a quiet little supper there ate
o the play maybe. It'll be my treat, M
d boy"
The old man worked patiently an'
n fruitlessly over his inventions Inc
n came to naught, but they hghtened III
9 otherwise barren existence. There wa
not a day or night in which his min
q was wholly free from thoughts O
Il James Bansemer.
l. He counted the weeks and days III
til the man would be free, and MS eye
= narrowed with these furtive glance
~ into the future. He felt in his heal
N that James Bansemer would come
ls him at once and that the reckoning K
G his single hour of triumph would be
"A heavy one to pay, Sometimes he wouI
sit for hours with his eyes starir
a nj the Napoleon above the bookcas
70 something like dread in their depth
81 Then again he would laugh with gle
IN nound the table with his bony han
much to the CONSERVATION of Chan
- and exclaim as If addressing a mul
i'd tude:
IN az hone III be dead when he &c
ot ont of there. l hope ] won't live
i'm see him free again. That would sp'
everything. Let me see, I'm seven'
,is one now. | surely can't live nlu
longer. | want to die seeing him as
"a saw him that day. The last thing
mis- tlink OF OH edIlh huSh "
semers face behind the bars. Ha'
49, hal II was worth all the years-tf
,he one hour. 1t was ever worth wh
being his slave. I'm not afraid Oh NJ
nh MOI That's ridiculous. OF course l
om not afraid Of him. / only want
ma know he's lying in a cell when
nv out here in the great, tree world,
nv soul. he'll know that a handso'
ava face isn't always the best. He lauI
ed at my face. curse him. HIS L
ros won her-his good looks! Wen, W
ted well, l only hope she's where she :
a see his face now!"
He would work himself into a lrel
Of torment and glee combined usua
non ~co1apsing at the end Of his harang
,ent If disguised him to think tnat
ITO boolth was so good that he mlght
oxneeted 10 live beyond the limit
tho lanes Bansemer's imprisonment
AZ the end of eighteen months y
80 ,ros coming home. She had written
that Graydon from London, md the ne
: At napers announced the sailing 'r
in Cables. al %
q AZ am coming home to END aii Oh
nan idleness," she wrote to him, u
INV y end Measure in toll, in doing g