The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-12
CHAPTER xxx.

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 A leave her room during I H/l the two days following VM M the visit to the peniten
 V@ tiary. She was haunted A- by the face of James Bansemer. the convict It was beyond her powers of imagination to recall him as the well groomed. distinguished man she once had known. Graydon was deeply distressed over the pain and humiliation he had subjected her to through Droom's unfortunate efforts The fact that she could not or would not see him for two days hurt him more than he could express, even tC himself The day before he left for New York. however. she saw him in their parlor. She was pale and quiet
 Neither mentioned the visit to the prison. There was nothing to say.
 "You will be In New York next week?' he asked as he arose to leave. His spirit was sore. She again had told him that he must not hope With a hysterical attempt to lead him on to other topics she repeated her conversa- tions with Teresa valesquez, urging him. with a hopeless attempt at brava- do. to seek out the Spanish girl and marry her. He laughed ufelessly at the jest.
 We will leave Chicago on Monday. Father will have his business affairs arranged by that time. would not let him resign the presidency. It would ' <oIy f& x1;k T., him. We expect to be in Europe for six or eight months; then I am coming back to New York, where was born, Grayd0n, to work"
 He went away with the feeling in his heart that he was not to see her again. single atom of determination finger sd in his soul, however, and he tried to build upon 1t for the future. Rigby's wedding invitation had come to him that morning, almost as a mockery. He tore 1t to pieces, with scowl of recollection.
 Droom's effects were on the way to New York. He hung back. humbly waiting for Graydon to suggest that they should travel east on the same train. His grim, friendless old heart gave a bound of pure joy, the first he had known, when the young man made the suggestion that night.
 Together they travelled eastward and homeward, leaving behind them the gray man in stripes.
 
 Jane's six months in Europe grew into year, and longer. It was long but profita ble year for Graydon Ban semer. He had been enriched not only in wealth, but in the hope of ultimate happiness. Not that Jane encouraged him. Far from 1t. She was more obdu- rate than ever with an ocean between them. But his atom of determination had grown to purpose. His face was thinner, and his eyes were of deeper, more wistful gray. They were full of longing for the girl across the sea and of pity and yearning for the man back there in the west.
 He had toiled hard and well. He had won. The shadow o4 '99 was still over him, but the year and a new ambition had lessened it's blackness. Friends were legion in the great metropolis. He won his way into the hearts and confidence of new associates and re- newed fellowship with the old. Invita- lions came thickly upon him. but he resolutely turned his back upon most ,f them. He was not socially hungry in these days.
 Once week he wrote to his father, but there never was reply. He did not expect one. for James Bansemer, i'll asking him to write, had vowed that his son should never hear from him again until he could speak as a free man and chastened one. True to his promise. Graydon instituted no move ment to secure pardon. He did, by strong personal appeal, persuade Denis Harbert to drop further prosecution. There were enough indictments against bis father to have kept him behind the bars for life.
 Elias broom had rooms in Eighth avenue, not a great distance from Herald square. He was quite proud of his new quarters. They had many of the unpleasant features of the old ones in Wells street, but they were less garish in their affront to an aes- thetic eye. The incongruous pictures were there. and the oddly assorted books. but the new geraniums had