The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-30

Jane played softly. nfelessly She on the other hand, was wondering what Graydon would think or say ii she spoke to him of what she had seen. She wondered if he would blame her mother as she was beginning tc blame his father.
 Mother won't be down to dinner, T she finally said.
 "Is 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 day?
 "A rather trying one, Jane. We're having some trouble with the bliz- yards out west. Tying up everything that we are rushing to the Philip pines."
 ''Is 1t settled that you are to be made president?' =
 Tt looks like it." There followed a long silence. By the way, have good news for you. Mir. Clegg told me today that they are going to take Graydon into the firm. Isn't 1t great? Really, it is quite remarkable. You are not the only person, 1t seems. who thinks a lot of that boy"
 "A partner? Really? Oh. isn't it glo- rious? ! knew he could-I told him he'd be . partner before long," She waited a moment and then added. "His father was here today for cup of tea" Cable caught the slightly al tered tone and looked up. She was trifiing with her fork. palpably preoc- cupied.
 T'm-rm sorry missed him." said he, watching her closely.
 You like him very much. don't you. father?"
 CT does." The fork shook in her fingers and then dropped upon the plate. She looked up in confusion. Cables eyes were bent upon, her intently. and she had never seen so queer a light in them. Scarcely more than the fraction of 8 second passed before he lowered his gaze. but the mysterious telegra- phy of the mind had shot the message of comprehension from one to the other. He saw with horror that the girl at least suspected the true situa ton. A moment later he arose abrupt ly and announced that he would run up to see her mother before settling down to some important work in his
 4.Graydon is coming over tonight" she said "We'll.be very quiet and try not to disturb you. Don't work too hard. daddy dear"
 Upstairs Frances Cable was battling with herself in supreme despair. Con- fession was on her lips dozen times. but courage failed her. When she heard his footsteps in the hallway she was ready to cry out the truth to hira and end the suspense. As he opened the door to enter the spirit of fairness turned frail and fled before the appeal of procrastination. Wait wait. waitr' cried the powerful weakness in her heart. and it conquered. She could not tell him then. Tomorrow-the next day. yes. but not then. It was too much to demand of herself, after all.
 He came in, but left few minutes later. She was strangely unresponsive to his tender inquiries. Her thoughts were of another was his quick conclu- sion as he fled from her presence be fore the harsh accusations could break from his eyes.
 In his den once more, with the door closed. be gave himself up completely to black thoughts. He recalled his words to her. uttered years ago. half in jest and half In earnest He had hor- rified her beyond expression by telling her how he would punish wife if he were the husband she deceived. With a grim, lurid smile he remembered the penalty. He had said be would not kill; he would disfgure the woman frightfully and permit her to live as moral example to other wives. He now felt less brutal. He might kill. Out Ac WouaO uot uASLlSuIS. rOE du hour he sat and wondered what had been the feelings of his old friend George Driscoll just before he delib- erately slew his faithless wife. He remembered saying to other friends at the time that Driscoll had "done right"
 This night of black shadows-he did not sleep at all-was really the begin ming of the end. He forgot the presi- dency that was to be handed out to him. He forgot everything but the horrid canker that gnawed' into his heart and brain.
 Day and night he writhed in silent agony. a prey to the savage jealousy that grew and grew until 1t absorbed all other emotions. Scandal. divorce. dishonor. murder. swept before the mind of this man who had been of the people and who could not condone. The people kill.
 For week he waited and watched and suffered. What he knew of men told him that they do not devote them selves to the wives of others with hon. orable motives behind them. He con- vinced himself that he knew the world; he had seen so much of 1t. The man aged years in that single week of jealousy and suspense. His face went haggard: his eyes took on strange gleam; his manner was that of a man