The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1908-10-10

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orable occasion need not lie repeated
L is only re esssrg TO SHY that his
host was bl-,erl- Impressed and will
ING 90 adoit that the developments
might prove serious. They could only
speculate as to what had transpired
between David Cable and his wife out
there b. the sea wall. bat It was
enough for them to know that a crisis
was a; hand.
W. 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 ac-
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 d%elirious from the
effects of the shock, but no serious re
suits were expected. The great head
lines OF 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 Gable
than in the surmises of others. It
would be difficult for a certainty to
ask n TO put himself in Cables place
and to experience the sensations Of
that unhappy nan as he fed along the
dark shore Of the lake. Perhaps much
will be taken on faith If the writer
simply says that the fugitive finally
skunk from the weeds and refuse Of
what was then called "the district Of
Lake NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS." 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 Gun
ming Of the real criminal.
From that time until he stood SILVER
ing and white with logged intention in
a theater foyer, bent upon establishing
an alibi, 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 bis
thoughts were Of the thing which was
being buifeted by the icy waters of the
lake. Where was that thing now
How far out into the lake had it been
carried?
His body was covered with the cold
Precipitation of dread and horror. His
soul was moaning; his whole being
was aghast with the a%wfulness of the
deed; he could have shrieked aloud IL
his madness. How he lived through
the hour in that theater he never could
have told, nor could he believe that ht
was sitting there with all those fright
full thoughts piling themselves upor
him. Other people laughed and shout
ed with happiness; he stared and weep
in his heart and shivered and cringet
and groaned within himself.
He had killed herl She had been true
to him, and yet he had taken her life
the life she had given him! He CAV,
no thought to Jane, no thought t.
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? A thousand hor
rors ran riot in his brain. a thousand
tremors with each.
But why dwell upon the feelings O.
, this miserable wretch? Why say more
OF his terror, his misery, his remorse'
he held himself in the seat until tn,
! middle OF the last act of the play. A.
+ last, unable to restrain himself longer
he arose and almost ran from the thea
ter. That instinct which no slayer car
control or explain was overpowerin,
him. It was the instinct which at
tracts the murderer to the spot wherl
his crime was committed. No maj
can describe or define this resistles,
, impulse. and yet al c%riminology re
! cords it, clear and unmistakable. It Il
+ no less than a form Of curiosity. Driv
en- by this irresistible force, David Ca
, bic, with bravado that cost him dearly
] worked his uninterrupted way to thu
! scene of his crime. BY trolley car t
Chicago avenue and then, like a home
! less dog seeming his way fearfully. Il
a corner not far from the break in TIN
wall.
His legs trembled and his eyes grew
wide with dread. The swish Of tn,
! water came to his ears. and he stoo,
stnl for many minutes, listening for
cry for help from off the shore. Bu
, none came, and again skulking along
side the houses Of his friends, he coy
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