The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-11-11

also was mention of the fact that tn,
young woman had Immediately broker
her engagement with James Banse
mers son. There were pictures of the
leading characters in the drama.
Il can't stay in Chicago after al
this" exclaimed Graydon, springing tC
his feet, his hands clinched in despair
"TO be pointed out and talked about
To be pitied and scorned! To see the
degradation of my own father! Ill &C
anywhere, just so it is away from Chi
cago"
broom forgot his desire to scoff. His
sardonic smile dwindled into a ludi
crously pathetic look of dismay. he
begged the young man to think twice
before he did anything foolish" "In
any event." he implored, 'let me get
you some breakfast, or at least a cup
of coffee"
In the end he helped Graydon into
his coat aid glided off down Wells
street with him. 1t was Z O'clock.
and every corner newsstand glowered
back at them with black frowns as
they looked at the piles of papers.
Two rough looking men walking ahead
Of them were discussing the sensation.
A saloon keeper shouted to them. 1T
lon't always happen over on de west
tide, does III"
Graydon went to the Office Of Clegg,
GrOll & Davidson early and arranged
his affairs, so that they could be taken
up at once by another and then, avoid
ing his fellOy workers as much as pos
sible, presented himself to Mr. Clegg
at 10 O'clock. Without hesitation he
announced his intention to give up his
place in the office. All argument put
forth by hi old friend and employer
went for nsught The cause Of his ac-
tion was not discussed, but 1t was I'M
derstood.
IF you ever want to come back to
us, Graydon, we will welcome you
with open arms. 1t isn't as bad as
you think"
you don't understand, Mr.. Clegg,"
was all that Graydon could say.
Then he hurried off to face his ia
Their.
ASdboNhiOAr h0SSaAh lAOAn lOoo
of sleep and from fury over the aliena-
ton of his son, together with the fear
of what the day might bring, was pac-
ing the floor Of his private office
broom had eased his mind but little
in regard to his son. When he heard
GraydOn's voice in the outer room his
face frightened, and he took several
,,.J
checked himself suddenly with the re-
membrane that his son had turned
against him the night before, and his
face hardened.
Graydon found him standing stern
and unfriendly before the steam radi-
ator in the darkest corner of the room,
his hands behind his back. The young
man pumped down heavily in his ia
theirs desk chair
"Why didn't you come home last
night?" demanded the other.
Il hated the thought of it," he an
swered dejectedly.
you've listened to their side of the
story. You're a splendid son, you arer'
sneered the father
"There is nothing base and unprin-
ciped in their side of the story. They
have tried to shield her. They have
never harmed her. But you! Why,
father, you've blighted her life for
ever. They were going to tell her in a
day or so, and they could have made
It easy for her. Not like this! Why,
in heavens name, did you strike her
like that? Shes-shes the talk of the
town. She's ostracised, that's what
she is, and she's the best girl that ever
livedw
ooh, you think they would have told
her. eh? No! They would have let her
marry
"Well, and what was your positions
Why were you so considerate up TO
last night? If you knew, why did you
let me go on so blindly? The truth is,
father, If you must have it, you have
acted like a scoundrel."
James Bansemer glared at his son,
with murder in his eyes.
81 wouldn't have believed the other
things they say of you If hadn't this
to break down my faith. l heard this
with my own ears. 1t was too con-
temptible to forget in lifetime. | did
not come here to discuss it with you.
The thing is done. | came here to tell
you that 1 am going to leave Chicago |
You won't go, so / will" Bansemer !
still glared at him, but there was
minging with rage in his
eyes. 81 can't look a soul in the face
1 am ashamed to meet the Cables |
Good Lord, I'm afraid even to think of
Jane"
81 suppose you-you would marry
her, like a fool, even now" muttered |
the father.
MARRY her? OF course l would.
love her more than ever. I'd give my |
life for her; I'd give my soul to ease
the pain you have thrust upon her. |
But it's over between us. Don't let our
affairs worry you. She has ended it.
1 don't blame her. How could she |
marry your son? / have hoped that l |
might not be your son, after ALL"
Bansemer leaned heavily against the
radiator, gasping for breath. Then he
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