The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1908-09-30
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~ wouid 60 over to them. forgetting
his father In the love for the girl. Re
sentiment. strong and savage. flooded
his heart He could eat no dinner. He
was full Of curses for the fate which
forced him to dine alone while his so1
was OF rejoicing with people whom h.
was beginning to hate with fervor
that panied him. Jealousy. envy. NAL.
ice, fred his blood.
He went out and bought the evening
papers. The thought came to him that
Graydon had heard the stories and was
deliberately staying away from him.
Perhaps the Cables had been talking to
him.
by heaven" he grated as he paused
in front of his home. ''if she's turned
him against me I'll turn this city into
anything but a paradise for her What
q fool I've been to wait so long. I've
given her the chance to tell her side Of
the case first. She's made the first i'm.
preston. What could ] have been
thinking Of? broom was right !
should have demanded less OF her. a
man is never too old to be fool about
women. Oh. II she's turned that boy
against me ZIP
He did not finish the threat. but
started of swiftly through the night
toward the Cable home. He had no
especial object In view; 1t was simply
impossible for him to conquer the i'm
pulse to be near his son. Like u thief
he lurked about the street In the vicin.
ity Of Cables house, standing In the
shadows, crossing and recrOssing the
street many times. always watching
the lighted windows with hateful eyes.
It was after 8 o'clock, and the night
was damp with the first breath Of
spring. There was slight chill In the
air, but he did not feel It. although be
was without an overcoat.
The lights on the second door, he
knew, were In Mrs. Cables room. In
his minds eye he could see GraydOu
there with the others listening to the
story as It fell from prejudiced. con-
demning lips-the pathetic. persuasive
lips of sick woman. He knew the
effect on the chivalrous nature of his
son; he could feel the GOODNESS that
took root in his boys heart.
A light mist began to blow In his
face as he paced back and forth along
the short block in which the Gables
lived. He was working his magma
ton up to a state bordering on frenzy.
In his fancy he could hear Graydon
cursing him in the presence Of his ac-
cusers. At the end Of the street he
L 4, In, tt,A
where Cable and his wife had met, and
he could not help wishing that broom
had not pulled her from the water,
Then he found himself wondering II
they had told Jane the story Of her
origin. The hope that she was still un'
deceived flashed through him; 1t would
give him a chance for sweet revenge.
He confessed to himself that he was
reckless. The transactions Of the past
few days had left him ut the edge OF
the abyss. He recognized his peril
but could not see beyond his own i'm
pulses.
81 believe I'll do It," he was mutter
ing to himself as he paused across the
street from their door. "Graydon
. ought to hear both sides Of the story.
He crossed the street with hesltatine
steps. His thin coat collar was button
ed close about his neck; his glovelesa
hands were wet and cold from the
, mist. As he stopped at the foot Of
, the stone steps man came hurryinl
along, glancing at the house numbers
as he approached.
"Do you know whether this Is David
Cables house?" he asked.
Bansemer saw that he was younl
man and an eager one.
II think It is"
The other bounded up the steps ant
rang the bell. When the servant open
ed the door Bansemer heard the new
arrival ask for Gable, adding that b.
was from one of the newspapers ant
that he must see him at once.
Bansemer stood stark and dumb a
the foot of the steps. The whole situa
ton had rushed upon him like an ava
lanches Harbert had filed his charges
and the hasty visit Of the reporte
proved that David Gable was an IN
strument In them. The blood surge
to his head. He staggered under tn
shock of increased rage.
"Graydon is against mel They'v
won him over! Open the door! l wan
70 my sonv' He shouted the demand !
the face Of the startled servant as b
q pushed rudely past him.
q "YOu stay here. young fellow, an
q you'll hear story that will Ill q, Who'll
q paper. am James Bansemer. Wher
= is Gable? Your to the servant
"Shw cried the frightened servan
# recognizing him. Mrs. Gable is res
II Ing, sir"