The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-12-23
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JANE CABLE
By
GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON,
Author Of Beverly Of GrAustArk."
Etc.
Copyright. 1906. by Dodd. Mead q
Company.
Continued from page 81

LHeS Oh the urSl JDuBe VI tHe pupeE uo
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 Gable
than In the surmises Of others. 1t
would be difficult for a certainty to
ask one to put himself In Cables place
and to experience the sensations of
that unhappy man as he fed 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 Michigan "-"Streeterville" In To-
cal parlance--to find 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 resorted to the stealth and cum
ming of the real criminal
From that time until he stood SILVER
ing and white with logged intention In
theater foyer, bent upon establishing
an allbi. his movements are scarcely
worth the details. Between the acts he
saw a dozen men whom he knew and
he took drinks with several OF them
His tremendous will power carried him
through the ordeal In a 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?
His body was covered with the cold
perspiration Of dread and horror His
soul was moaning; his whole being
was aghast with the awfulness Of the
deed; he could have shrieked aloud In
his 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
full thoughts piling themselves upon
him. Other people laughed and shout
ed with happiness: he stared and wept
in his heart and shivered and 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 recovered? What
would be his excuse, what his punish
ment? The gallows? thousand hor-
rors ran riot in his brain. Thousand
tremors with each.
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. 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
BILE. 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
less dog seeming his way fearfully. to
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
cry for help from off the shore. But
none came. and again skulking along
side the houses of his friends. he COW
cred the blocks that lay between him
and the magnetic rift In the wall. Near
the corner he stopped. with a 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
ly beating, the solitary figure was
Joined by two others. Cable shrank
back into the dense shadows. Like a
fash 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 tC
catch the PARKWAY words of the boy
"All about de nor side murder!'' He
cringed and shook under the raucous
shout 10 kDau, no Y,noonf