Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-08-20

but why dwen upon the feelings OF
this miserable wretch? Why say more
q his terror, his misery, his remOrse
He held himself in the seat until the
middle OF the last act OF the play. At
last, unable to restrain himself longer
he arose and almost ran from the thea
ter. That instinct which no slayer can
control or explain was overpowering
him. 1t was the instinct which at
tracts the murderer to the spot where
his crime was committed No man
can describe or define this resistless
impulse. and yet all criminOlogy re-
cords 1t, clear and unmistakable. 1t Is
no less than form OF curiosity. Driv-
en- by this Irresistible force, David Ca
bic. with bravado that cost him dearly,
worked his uninterrupted way to the
scene of his crime. BY trolley car to
Chicago avenue and then, like a home
1ess dog seeming his way fearfully, to
q corner not far from the break in tine
wall
wide with dread. The swish Of the
water came to his ears, and he stood
still for many minutes, listening for
cry for help from of the shore. But
none came. and again skulking along
side the houses Of his friends, he COW
ered the blocks that lay between him
and the magnetic rift in the wall. Near
the corner he stopped, with start OF
alarm.
The figure OF a man could be seen
standing like statue on the very
spot where he had seen her disappear.
While he stood there, his heart scarce
" beating, the solitary figure was
Joined by two others. Gable shrank
back into the dense shadows. Like a
cash 1t occurred TO him that they were
searching for the body. A shrek Of
agony arose to his lips. But he check
ed It,
Far OF on one of the crosstown
streets a newsboy was calling an ex-
tra.-hoarse. unintelligible shouts that
froze his blood. He bent his ear to
catch tine faraway words OF the boy
"l:.il about de nor side murder!" He
cr.Ascl and shook under the raucou;
shout He knew what 1t meant
A policeman suddenly turned the
correr and came toward him. The
E-st impulse was to fly: the next was
10 stand and deliver himself. The reso
laticn came with shocking unexpected-
ness. He would give himself up! lie
would admit that he had killed hi;
wife: The words Of anguish were OF
his lips when the policeman spoke.
ais It you. Mr.. Cable? How Is she
sir7"
Cable did not hear the man. for. AZ
he opened his lips to cry out his owl,
guilt. thought formed In his brain
that almost staggered him with its
cunning savagery Why not let the
penalty fall on James Bansemer? She
had gone out to meet him! II she had
not destroyed the note It would hang
James Bansemer. and James Bansemer
wAs worse than murderer. But even
- this remarkable thought rushed into
his brain the last words of the oficeI
began to drive II out.
us she going to pull through, sir r
was the next question. and he caught
4 vaguely.
"Pull through ?" he murmured inarticu
lately. He leaned against great
stone rail suddenly. Everything wa,
1eaping before his eyes.
"G0od Lord. Mr. Cable-I-I forgot
Don't you know about 1T" gasped the
oGlcer.
"Know what?" asked Cable, com.
pletely dazed
.'Go home at once. sir. l didn't mean
to-oh. hurry. sir. Don't be worried
They say she'll be all right. Sure
She's been hurt a little, sir"
my daughter?" demanded Cable, as
keen as razor In an instant. His
heart was trying to jump from his
body.
"YOur wife, Sir Nothin' serious, sir
0he was held up along here some.
where and robbed They're sure tc
Set the villain. She
But Cable was of like deer for his
home. racing rs though on air.
Nothing else mattered now, She
Was alive! He could have her with
him again to love as he never had
1oved her before.