Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-08-27

young Mr. Graydon Bansemer will
be here this afternoon" said broom.
II want to get things cleaned up a bit
beforehand"
| How does he feel about his fatherT'
"He doesn't know about him, I'm
afraid"
Gee! Well, it'll jar him a bit. won't
itT
The Office door was opened suddenly,
and tall young man strobe into the
| room. only to stop aghast at the sight
! before him. DrOom's lank figure swayed
uncertainty and his eyes wavered.
whats all this" cried Graydon,
dropping his bag and coming toward
the Old man. his hand outstretchcd.
| Droom's clammy fingers rested life
lessly in the warm clasp.
How are you. Graydon? Fm-I'm
very glad to see you. You are looking
| well. Oh, this? We've are moving"
said the Old man. The helpers looked
on with interest. Come into the back
Office. 1t isn't so torn up. l didn't
expect you SO soon. They said it was
twenty-four hours late. Well. well.
how are you, my boy?'
I'm quite well again, Elias. Hard
siege Of it, l tell you. Moving, eh ?
What's that for!"
Never mind those books, Eddie.
some other time. You fellows-I mean
you-pack the rest Of these, and then
I'll tell you what to do next. Come in,
Graydon."
Eddie Deever took his departure,
deeply insulted because he had not
been introduced to the newcomer.
Graydon, somewhat bewildered. fol-
lowed broom into his fathers consul
! tation room. He looked around in
quiringly.
where is father? I telegraphed to
him."
An incomprehensible grin came into
Droom's face. He twirled the um-
brella in bis fingers a moment before
replying. His glance at the closed
door was no more significant than his
lowered tones.
ut didn't 60 very well with him,
Graydon. He isn't here any more"
"What do you mean?"
| II mean the trial. There was a trial.
you see. Haven't you heard anythingT'
"Trial? He-he was arrestedT" came
numbly from the young mans lips.
II can't mince matters. Graydon. III
get 1t over as quickly as possible. Your
father was tried for blackmail and waa
convicted. He IL in-he's In the peni-
Tertiary"
The sons face became absolutely
bloodless. His eyes were full Of COM
prehension and horror, and his body
The word penitentiary fell slowly. me-
chemically, from his lips. He looked
into Droom's eyes. hoping 1t might be
q joke Of the calloused old clerk.
"You--it-it can't be true" he muir.
INJURED, his trembling hands going to
his temples.
Eyes. my boy. 1t is true. didn't
write to you about it because l wanted
to put It OF as long as could. It's FOL
ave years."
,"Godv' burst from the wretched son
A wave Of shame and grief sent the
tears flooding to his eyes. Poor old
dadw He turned and walked to the
window. his shoulders heaving. broom
stood silent for a long time. watching
Bansemer's son. pity and triumph In
his face.
do you want to hear about it," he
asked at last. Graydon's head was ben,
in assent.
ut came the day after you left Chi
| ~,,stI, 30
would not read the newspapers. So die
he. Harbert swore out the papers. and
he was arrested here In this Office.
believe he would have killed himself Il
he had been given time His revolver
was-er-not loaded. Before the officers
came he discharged me. l was at liber
ty to so or to testify against him. die
neither. OF course was arrested. bu
they could only prove that was Z
clerk who knew absolutely nothing
about the inside workings Of the Office
I offered to 60 on his bond. but h.
would not have me. He made some mr.
rangement through his attorney. ant
bail was secured. In spite Of the fac
that he was charged with crime he In
sisted on keeping these Offices and try
Ing to do business. 1t wasn't because
he needed money. Graydon. but be
cause he wanted to lead an honest life
he said. He has a great deal Of money
let me tell you. The grand jury indict
ed him last spring. but the trial did no
come up until last month. nearly
year later. SO swift is justice in thi
city In the meantime I saw but littl,
Of him. | was working on an invention
and. besides there were detective
watching every movemeet l made.
stuck close to my rooms. BY the way
] want TO show you couple OF modal
| have perfected. Don't let me forge
It, They
"Yes, yes--hut fathcr? Go on"
well, the trial came up at las
That maa Harlert is q devil He ha