The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1908-09-16

WARM CiOtueS anu III tue CuO uSuiu,
bound FOR Bansemer's home. What he
said to James Bansemer on that men,
orable occasion need not be repeated.
It is only necessary to say that his
host was bitterly impressed and WILL
Ing to admit that the developments
might prove serious. They could only
speculate as to what had transpired
between David Cable and his wife out
there by the sea wall. but 1t was
enough for them to know that crisis
was ut hand.
"We'll see what the morning papers
say about the affair."" said Bansemer.
uneasy and cold.
The morning papers were full of the
sensational robbery. the prominence OF
the victim and the viciousness Of the
attack. Elias broom read the &c.
counts eagerly as he breakfasted In
the dingy little restaurant near his
home, bright and early. He grinned
appreciably over the share Of glory
that fell to him. and he actually cac.
kled over the new developments In the
great mystery.
He had observed with relief that the
name Of james Bansemer was not
mentioned. The reports from the bed.
side Of the robbers victim were most
! optimistic. She was delirious from the
effects Of the shock, but no serious re-
suits were expected. The great head.
lines on the first page Of the paper he
was reading set his mind temporarily
at rest There was no suggestion of
truth In them.
The reader Of this narrative, who
knows the true facts In the case. Is
doubtless more Interested In the move.
ments and emotions Of David Cable
than In the surInises Of others. II
would he didicult for certainty to
ask one to put himself in Cables place
and to experience the sensations of
that unhappy man as he 1ed along the
dark shore Of the lake. Perhaps much
will be taken on faith II the writer
simply says that the fugitive finally
skunk from the weeds and refuse Of
what was then called 1.-THE district OF
Lake misunderstanding IN 10.
cal parlance--to dnd himself painting
and terror stricken In the bleak east end
Of Chicagoavenue. 1t was not until then
that he secured control OF his nerves
and res0rted to the stealth and Gun.
ming Of the renI criminal.
From that time until he stood shI yer.
Ing and white with logged intention In
a thenter foyer, bent upon establishing
an alibi. his movements are scarcely
worth the details Between the acts he
saw q dozen men whom he knew anu
he took drinks with several Of them.
His tremendous will power carried him
through the ordeal In way that could
not have fallen to the good fortunes OF
the ordinary lawbreaker.
Every second Of the time his
thoughts were Of the thing which was
being buffeted by the Icy waters Of the
lake. Where was that. thing now
How far out into the lake had II been
carried?
HE body was covered with the cold
Precipitation Of dread and horror. His
soul was moaning: his whole being
was aghast with the awfuIness OF the
deed: he could have shriei:ed aloud In
bis madness. How he lived through
the hour In that theater he never could
have told. nor could he believe that he
was sitting there with all those fright.
ful thoughts piiing themselves upon
him. Other people laughed and shout.
cd with happiness; he stared and wept
In bis heart and shivered aud cringed
and groaned within himself.
He had killed her! She had been true
to him. and yet he had taken her life.
the life she had given him! He gave
/ no thought to Jane. no thought to
Bansemer He thought only OF him.
self as the slayer
Would her body be recoveredi What
! would he his excuse. what his punish.
ment? The gallows? A thousand hor,
rors ran riot In his brain. a thousand
tremOrs with onch.
But why dwell upon the feelings OF
this miserable wretch? Why say more
| OF his terror, his misery, his remorse
He held himself in the seat until the
middle OF the last act Of the play. Al
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 overpowerlne
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 oil criminoogy re
cords It, clear and unmistakable. 1t is
no less than form of curiosity. Driv
en- by this irresistible force, David Ca
BILE, with bravado that cost him dearly
worked his uninterrupted way to the
scene Of his crime. BY trolley car &c
Chicago avenue and then, like home
less dog seeming his way fearfully, tC
a corner not far from the break In the
wall.
His legs trembled and his eyes grew
wide with dread. The swish Of the
water came to his ears, and he stood
still for many minutes, listening for 0
cry for help from OF the shore. Bu
none came, and again skulking along
side the houses Of his friends, he GOV