The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1908-12-26

ceeded In regaining a semhlancc OF SET
control. His body relaxed. and his jaw
dropped His voice was trembling and
weak as he responded. an apologize
grin on his face.
"Nothing-nothlne at all. A momen-
tary pain. Don't mind me Don't mind
me-" he mumbled Il have them often.
l think it's my heart. What were you
saying. Graydoni Oh, yes. the pardon.
IL hope you'll mention me in writing
TO your father. Tell him l hope toto
see him If he comes to New York"
Il don't believe he likes you, Elias"
said Graydon, half jestingly.
'Wha-what has he said to you!' de
handed broom sharply.
"He rather resented your taking
Jane and me to Joliet that day" The
old mans grin was malicious. "He
won't forgive you that"
Il shall never forget how he looked
at you, Mr.. Droom," said Jane, with a
shudder. broom trembled with a new
spasm Of fear.
Attention was diverted by the arrival
of the party of six. The men were dis.
tinguished in appearance. the women
aristocratic, but spirited. That they
were we'll known to many of the diners
in those days at Sherry's was at once
apparent. They were bowling right and
left to nearby acquaintance. After
much ado they finally relapsed into the
chairs obsequiously drawn back for
them. and the buzz Of conversation
throughout the place was resumed.
Graydon, lowering his voice, named
the newcomers to Jane, who looked at
them with fresh interest. The names
were well known to New York and Eu-
ropean society. For the moment Elias
broom was ~unnoticed. He took the op.
portunity to collect his nerves and to
subdue his too apparent emotion. Jane
was recalled from her rolite scrutiny
of the women at the next table by
hearing her name mentioned in Droom''
hoarsest voice, modified into somethinf
like a whisper.
Miss Gable. l not only asked you t.
come here in order to tell you the nam'
of you father, but to point him out t
you"
There was an instant Of breathlesI
! silence at the table. So startling wa
| his announcement that every othe
I sound in the room escaped the ears o
, his two listeners.
o There was q new hundred dolla
8 bill found in the basket with vol
Q Your grandfather's signature was o
that bill. He was the president Of th
bank which issued it. Your mothe
Q was Here he leaned forward an
, whispered a name that fairly stunne
his hearers. Graydon caught b
breath. and a new light appeared in b
It eyes. He was beginning to beliey
e that the old mans brain was affected
Jane leaned forward in her chair, a
incredulous smile Of her lips.
" Don't jest, Elias began Graydo
somewhat roughly.
/ II am not testing. 1t Is the trutl
t l swear it." snapped Elias.
t. "But, great heaven. man, consid,
II what you've said! It's one Of the be
IS families in this country. It's prepo
ferrous to say
at "0f course her family Is one Of t
" best. She was a Questioning. Tha'
We where Miss Gable gets most Of b
i'd good blood"
Ie. ELIAS, ' can't believe ity' cried Ora
ke don.
IN. Jane was staring .blankly at the
as mans face.
a 'Your father will tell you the san
er For more than twenty years | ha
in known the secret. There is no do,
nd mentary proof, but this much |
ng know-James Bansemer received s.
I'd. 600 for keeping his mouth closed.
ef- found out the truth, and he proited
m, it. as usual. Oh, he knew that HI
he bred dollar bills are not left with p
ig- per babies. ! don't know how he
ne ,earthed the truth about Miss
ow Ssh! Don't mention the name alou
his "But he did unearth it, beyond
ler possible chance of mistake. Your
,ne Their, Miss Cable, is sitting at that
the BILE. Don't look up just yet. he
to staring at you. He doesn't know y
He but he does know you are a pre-
sed woman. The gentleman with the 6
Of hair, Graydon. See? That mar is
the father"
Graydon half started up in his oh
clip his lips apart, his eyes riveted on
Why man designated. Every drop of bl
seemed to have frozen in his veins.
God "Good God, Eliasp he whispeI
the "Why, that Isl The name stuck
and his throat
one 1.-THE son of the man who signed
hat bank note. He is James father. The
blue blood in him-there has been 81
at King Henry's day-but he is a vii
ess for all that. Now, Miss Gable,
be. done my duty. I've told you the
solute truth. You could not have
ed.r pected more. You could not have
low ed a greater climax. The name Of y
give derbilt or Aston is no better kni
p than that mans name. and no ance
at is better than that Of your mother
this win now give TO you one Of the artl
owe. OF proof that connects you with I
for history Hehnnded to her'a small p