The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-03

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 T'he old clerk quickly res1.oued tse j@v. 1 cartridges.
 new ones were minus the explosive power. He grinned as he replaced the weapon and closed the desk. Dropping the cartridges into his coat pocket, he 1 returned to his own desk, chuckling as he set to work on his papers.
 "I won't betray him to the law, but I've fixed it so that he can't escape il 1 in that way"
 Bansemsrs man informed him upon l his arrival home that MT. Graydon would not be in for dinner. He had 1 left word that Mrs. Cable was very much improved and that he and Miss 1 Cable were going out for long drive in 8 hanson. It was his intention to dine with Mr. and Miss Cable very in- 1 formally.
 Bansemer sat in surly silence for a l long time trying to read. A fierce new 1 jealousy was growing in his heart. It l was gradually dawning upon him that the Cables had alienated his sons af- 1 fections to no small degree. The fear grew upon him that Graydon ultimate ly would go over to them, forgetting his father in the love for the girl. Re sentiment, strong and savage. flooded his heart. He could eat no dinner. He was full of curses for the fate which forced him to dine alone while his son was off rejoicing with people whom he was beginning to hate with a fervor that pained him. Jealousy, envy. mal- ice, fired his blood.
 He went out and bought the evening papers. The thought came to him that Graydon had heard the stories and was deliberately staying away from him Perhaps the Cables had been talking to him.
 By heaven," be grated as he paused in front of his home, If she's turned him against me I'll turn this city into anything but paradise for her. What fool I've been to wait so long! I've given her the chance to tell her side of the case first. She's made the first i'm pression. What could I have been thinking Of? broom was right. l should have demanded less of her. A man is never too old to be fool about women Oh, if she's turned that boy against me TIP .....
 He did not finish the threat, but started off swiftly through the night toward the Cable home. He had no especial object in view; it was simply impossible for him to conquer the i'm pulse to be near his son. Like a thief he lurked about the street in the vicin- ity of Cables house, standing in the shadows, crossing and recrossing the street many times, always watching the lighted windows with hateful eyes. It was after o'clock, and the night was damp with the first breath of spring. There was slight chill fin the air, but he did not feel 1t, although he was without an overcoat.
 The lights on the second floor, he knew, were in Mrs. Cables room. In his minds eye he could see Graydon there with the others listening to the story as 1t fell from prejudiced. con demning lips-the pathetic, persuasive lips of a sick woman. He knew the effect on the chivalrous nature of his son; he could feel the coldness that took root in his boys heart.
 A light mist began to blow in his face as he paced back and forth along <Ho ehN fy, Snh fan Noh h1nc lived. He was working his imagina tion up to state bordering on frenzy. In his fancy he could hear Graydon cursing him fin the presence of his ac- cusers. At the end of the street he could see the break in the sea wall where Cable and his wife had met, and he could not help wishing that broom bad not pulled her from the water. Then he found himself wondering if they had told Jane the story of her origin. The hope that she was still un- deceived flashed through him: 1t would give him chance for sweet revenge.
 He confessed to himself that he was reckless. The transactions of the past few days had left him at the edge of the abyss. He recognized his peril, but could not see beyond his own im- pulses.
 'I believe I'll do it." he was mutter- Ing to himself as he paused across the street from their door. ''Graydon ought to hear both sides of the story"
 He crossed the street with hesitating steps His thin coat collar was button ed close about bis neck; his gloveless hands were wet and cold from the mist. AS he stopped at the foot of the stone steps a man came hurrying along, glancing at the house numbers as he approached.
 Do you know whether this is David Cables house?' he asked.
 Bansemer saw that he was a young man and an eager one.
 ''T think it is.''
 The other bounded up the steps and rang the bell. When the servant ope.- ed the door Bansemer heard the new arrival ask for Cable, adding that he was from one of the newspapers and that he must see him at once.
 Bansemer stood stark and dumb at the foot of the steps. The whole situa- tion had rushed upon him like an ava lanche. Harbert had filed his charges.