The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-02

1 the lawyer, who was standing near hrs desk. 'I've taken advantage of your l invitation to drop in and see you"
 ''This is one of my busy days, Mfr. 1 Harbert," said Bansemer, determined to come to the point at once. How ever, I hardly expected a social call from you, so 1t must be of a business nature. What is it?''
 Ut concerns your son, MT. Bansemer. I'm here in the capacity of a physi- l elan. You must go away for his 1 health" Harbert smiled as though he 1 thought it good joke. Bansemer i turned red and then white. "I don't quite appreciate your wit 1 sir"
 My humor, I'd suggest as . sub stitute. Well, to be perfectly plain, sir, your son does not know the true nature of the malady. He"-
 DO understand you to say that he really has an ailment?" exclaimed Bansemer seriously.
 "It isn't hopeless, my dear sir. My | only desire is to keep him from ever finding out that he has a malady. He is sure to learn the truth if you remain here"
 "Harbert. understand you now, and want to say this to you: I'll not drag that boy away from this city. He's successful here, and he's one of the most promising young men in town. I'm not going to have him bounded from town to town by"-
 "You don't quite understand me, sir. On the contrary, he should remain here. What do mean to say is this: He won't feel like staying here if the truth about his father is uttered. That's the brutal way to put it, Ban- semer, but you've got to get out"
 The two glared ct each other for full minute. Bansemer was as white as sheet, but not with fear. "Harbert," he said in low tones, ''I've half mind to kill you"
 Don't. You'd hang for it. There are at least a dozen members of the bar who know that I have come here to see you, and they know why too. See here, Bansemer, you're scoundrel to begin with. You've always been a knave. How you happen to have a son like Graydon can't imagine. Bansemer, believe that l drove you out of New York. You escaped with out exposure simply because the wit nesses lost their nerve. That won't be the case here. You think you've cov- cred your tracks nicely. You haven't. You've ripped into half dozen traps. don't know what your game is with the Cables, but you're base enough to take advantage of your sons position in that home. Don't interrupt! I'll soon be through. I'm a man of few words. If it were not for your son I'd swear out the warrants for you to- day on five different charges. For his sake I'm going to give you a chance. I've worked on you for three years. l swore I'd get you some time. We'll, I've got you, and I'm going to cheat myself out of a whole lot of pleasure. I'm not going to smash you as 1 1n- tended. Your sons friends have pre- vailed.
 "To show you that am not bluf6ng, I have every bit of evidence in the
 
 job, the Widow Hensmith affair-and 1t was a damnable one, too-with two or three more. You broke that wom ans heart. don't suppose you know that she died last month. You never noticed 1t, eh? Her precious coach man is living like lord on the money you and he took from her. Old Burken- days housemaid has bought a little home in Edgewater-but not from her wages. The two jobs you now have on hand never will be pulled off. The girl in the Banker Watts case has been cornered and has confessed. She is ready to appear against you. McLen- nan's wife has had the courage to defy your accomplice-that dastardly butler of theirs, and he has left town, fright ened out of his wits. Your time has come. The jig is up. It won't be as 1t was in New York, because we have the proof. There is a committee of three down in Rigby's office now waiting for me to report. If take word to them that you expect to sail for Flu rope next week, never to return to this country, all we'll and good. It is for your sons good health, bear in mind. If you go, the public may never learn the truth about you. If you stay, you will be in Jail before you are a week older. And, MT. Bansemer, you've got to decide quick"
 Bansemer looked his accuser straight in the eye, faint smile of derision touching his lips, but not his eyes.
 "Mr. Harbert, the first thing you have to learn in connection with your patients father is that he is not cow ard. I refuse to run, sir. I am inno- cent of any intentional wrong, and I'll stand my ground. My son will stand beside me, too. He is that sort. Go back to your committee and tell them that Bansemer will not go to Europe for his sons health. Good day, sir!"
 Nonsense, Bansemerw exploded exploded Harbert. "You know we've got you fast enough. Why be fool as we'll as a knave? You haven't ghost of a chance. I'm trying to do you good turn.''
 "A good turn? MT. Harbert I am neither fool nor knave. If I were fool, I'd kill you where you stand. would be Justified in killing the man rho roDrocon+s crowd of hlackmail-