Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-08-18

despised, dishonored.y He was seeing
| with his own eyes, no doubt, just what
| others had seen for mOnths-had seen
and had pitied or scorned him as the
| unfortunate dupe. With the thought
I Of 1t he actually ground his teeth; tears
! Of rage and modification sprang to his
| eyes. He recalled his own feelings in
instances where shame had fallen upon
| other men; he recalled his own easy
Indifference and the temptation to.
laugh at the plight of the poor devils.
1t had never entered his mind that
some day he might be the object Of
| like consideration in others more
! or less fortunate, according to their
friends. pea
BY the time dinner was announced
he had succeeded in restoring himself
| to state Of comparative calmness. He
did not dress for dinner. as was his
custom, nor did he stop to ask Frances
Gable If she were ready to go down.
He heard Jane playing the piano as
he descended. She nodded to him, but
did not stop, and he paused near the
fireplace to look at her strangely. Some
where back in his brain there was
struggling. unknown to him, the old
time thought that this child bore him
no likeness whatsoever He only knew
he was crushing down the fear that
evil or SANDER or pain might come to
her If he were rash, yet just. He was
wondering |. he could face his wife
| without hptraVfnV himself
Jane played softly. lifelessly. She,
on the other hand. was wondering
what Graydon would think or say If
she spoke to him of what she had
seen. She wondered if he would blame
her mother as she was beginning to
blame his father.
Mother won't be down to dinner"
she finally said.
lis she ill?" he asked after a mo-
ment.
"She is lying down. Margaret will
take some tea up to her"
Father and daughter had but little
to say to each other during the meal.
Their efforts at conversation were per
functory. commonplace, an unusual
state of affairs, Of which neither took
notice.
"You look tired, father. Has it been
hard dayY
~ rather trying one, Jane. We're
having some trouble with the biz
yards out west. Tying up everything
that we are rushing to the Philip
pines."
rs It settled that you are to be madll
. PRESIDENT? ,..s.
1T looks like it, There followed q
long silence. by the way, have good
. news for you. Mr.. Clegg told NE today
: that they are going to take Graydon
into the firm. Isn't 1t great? Really, II
. is quite remarkable. You are. not the
only person, it seems. who thinks lot
Of that boy"
"Apartner? Really? Oh. isn't it glo
, rious1 knew he could told him
/ he'd be a partner before long" She
, waited a moment and then added
! "1is father was here today for cur
: of tea" Cable caught the slightly al
tered tone and looked up. She wal
) trifling With her fork, palpably preoc
cupied. <tt- =
: "I'm-1'm sorry l missed him." said
he, watching.her closely. ST w
you like him very much, don't You
father?"
Certainly, and I'm sure your moth
er does" The fork shook ID her fingers
and then dropped upon the plate. Sht
looked up in confusion. Cables eyer
: were bent upon her intently, and shs
had never seen 50 queer a light II
them. Scarcely more than the Fraction
Of a second paasad before he loNeret
, his gaze, but the mysterious telegra
? ply Of the mind had shot the messag'
Of comprehension from one to tn,
other. He saw with horror that tn
: girl at least suspected the true situa
. ton. A moment later he arose abrupt
. " and announced that he would ruI
up to see her mother before settling
down to some important work In hi
; den.
"Graydon is coming over tonight.
: she said. well be very quiet and tr!
!. not to disturb you. Don't work to-
hard, daddy dear"
Upstairs Frances Cable was battlin
with herself In supreme despair. Con
fession was on her lips a dozen times
but courage failed her. When sh
heard his footsteps in the hallway sh
was ready to cry out the truth to hin
and end the suspense. As he opene,
the door to enter the spirit Of fairness
turned frail and fed before the appea
Of procrastination. "Wait, wait. wait!
cried the powerful weakness In he
heart. and it conquered. She could no
tell him then. Tomorrow-the mex
day. yes, but not then. 1t was to-
much to demand Of herself, after all.
He came In, but left few minute
later. She was strangely unresponsiv
to his tender inquiries. Her thought
were Of another was his quick conclu
sion rs he fed from her presence be
fore the harsh accusations could breal
from his eyes.
In his den once more, with the doc