Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-08-12

"\l Frances Gable took theil
X VI hasty departure, virtually
fleeing from New York
- city. their migrations
finally ending In that thriving western
city-Denver. Then the CRIME Of the
engine was on Cables hands and deep
beneath his skin: the roar of iron and
steel and the rush of wind were ever In
his ears, the quest of danger in his
eye, but there were love, pride and a
new ambition In his heart. Now, in
1898, David Cables hands were white
and strong; the CRIME was gone; the
engineers cap had given way to the
silk tile of the magnate, and the shovel
was a memory.
But his case was not UNIQUE in that
day and age of pluck and luck. Many
another man had gone from the bottom
to the top with the speed and security
OF the elevator car In the lofty sky
scrapers. In the heartless revolution
OF few years he became the sue
cessor OF his western benefactor. The
turn that had been kind to him was
unkind to his friend and predecessor
The path that led upward for David
Gable ran the other way for the train
master, who years afterward died in
his greasy overalls and the close Ct
ting cap Of an engineer. One night
Gable read the news of the wreck
with all the joy gone from his heart
From the cheap. squalid section of
town known as Railroad End" Cables
rising influence carried him to the well
earned luxury. The lines Of care and
toll mellowed In the face of his pretty
wife as the years rolled by. Her come
ly figure shed the cheap ralment of
"hard old days" and took on the plum
age Of prosperity. Trouble, resent
ment and worry disappeared as II by
magic, smoothed out by the satiny
touch Of comforts fingers. She went
upward much faster than her husband,
Tor her ambitions were less exacting.
She longed to shine socially. He loathed
the thought Of II. But Cable was
proud Of his wife. He enjoyed tho
transition that lifted her up with
steady strength to the plane which
Atted her best. 40 he regarded II. She
had stuck BY him nobly and uncom.
plalningly through the vicissitudes: It
delighted him to give her the pleas
tres.
Frances Cable was proud, but she
had not been too proud to stand beside
the man with the greasy overalls and
to bend her Gne young strength to
work In unison with his. Together.
facing the task. cheerfully they had
ha..,el and won. y
E There were days when It was hard to
s.'.ile. but the next day always brought
with II fresh sign Of hope. The
rough, hard days In the far west cul
minated In his eleva,on to the olllct
Of general manager OF the great rail
road system. whose headquarters and
home were In the city OF Chicago. AT
tanning this high place two years prio.
to the opening Of this narrative, h
was regarded now IS one Of the brain
lest railroad men aud slsted to he pres
Nent Of the road at the next meeting.
Barely past 6fty years of age. David
Gable was In the prime Of life and use
fulness Age and prosperity had I'm
proved him greatly. The iron gray Of
his hair. the keen brightness Of his
face. the erect and soldierly carriage Of
his person, made him striking figure
His wife. ten years his junior. was one
Of the most attractive women In Chi
cagO. Her giriish beauty had refined
under the blasts Of adversely. Years
had not been unkind to her In way
she was the leader Of Il certain set, but
her social ambitions were not content
There was higher altitude in fash
ions realm. Money, influence and per
severance were her allies. social des
potism her only adversary.
The tall, beautiful and accomplished
daughter Of the Gables was worshlped
by her father with all the warmth and
ardor Of his soul. Times there wer.
when he looked In wonder upon this
arbiter Of not a few manly destinie.
and for his life could not help askin.
himself how the Creator had glvel
him such a being for a child. comment
ing on the fact that she bore resem
blance to neither parent.
For years Mrs. Cable had lived In n,
little terror Of some day being foun,
out As the child grew to womanhoo,
the fears gradually diminished, and
sense Of security that would not be dis
turbed replaced them. Then just a
she was reaching out for the chile
prizes of her ambition she came fac
to face with q man whose visage sh
never had forgotten - Elias broom
And Frances Gable looked again int
the old and terrifying shadows.
It was late In the afternoon, and sh
was crossing the sidewalk to her cal
riage, waiting near Fields, when ma
brushed against her. She was COZ
scious Of strange oppressiveness. B,
fore she turned to look at him sh
knew that a pair of staring eyes wer
upou her face. Something seemed I
have closed relentlessly upon her hear
One glance was sufficient The ia!
angular form stood almost over he