The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-30

i ward uncOnSctOuSly, almost DI1n0lys 1 and she caught a glimpse of his tall, dark figure. He was not unlike Banse-
 ner in height and carriage. As she drew near, his legs trembied and tears
 of despair flooded his eyes. l A savage desire to grasp her by the | throat and hurl her into the waters beyond the break came over him with able collapse which conquered the mur- Serous impulses and left him weak and broken for the moment With a sob he turned and leaned upon the wall, his back to her. his face buried in his tense arms-crushed. despised. dishon- ored! Kill her? The horror of it swept his brain clear for an instant. Kill his pretty Frances? Kill lanes mother? How could be think of it? It was long time before the wretch ed man knew that she was standing close behind him and was speaking to him. The sound of her voice came through the noise of his pounding heart as if it were far away and gen. tie. But what was 1t that she was say ing? Her voice was angry, suppressed, condemning.
 You may take it or refuse it, just as you please" were the first words his turbulent senses distinguished. "l can pay no more than that for your silence. The other is impossible. will not discuss 1t again with you." She paused as If waiting for him to re- spond.
 Tonight I shall tell my husband verything-the whole story. l cannot endure the suspense any longer. will not live in fear of you another hour. My only reason for coming out here tonight is to plead with you to spare your son and Jane. am not asking anything for myself. 1t would break Jane's heart if xGraydon should refuse to marry her. You must have heaft somewhere in that But the words became jumbled in the ears of her lis tener. From time to time his mind grasped such sentences as these. par alyzing in their bitterness: "I have the letters of adoption. David will not be- neve what you say. He loves me. and he loves Jane. I am willing to pay all that I have to keep 1t from Graydon and Jane But intend to tell my hus- band I will not deceive him any longer. He will understand. even though he should hate me for 1t He will love Jane. although she is not his own child"
 David Cable seemed frozen to the spot. His brain was clearing: he was grasping the full importance of every sentence that rushed from her impas- stoned lips. The last appalling words fell like the blow of a club in the hands of a powerful man. He was dazed. stunned. senseless. 1t seemed to come and that his whole body had turned to stone. His wide staring eyes saw nothing ahead of him.
 'Well. what have you to say?" she was demanding. "Why have you asked me to come out here? You have my final answer. What have you to say? Are you going to tell Graydon that Jane is not our child7 I must know"
 'Not our childr' cape from the pal sled lips of David Cable. so low and lifeless that the sound was lost in the SWISH Ol the WdttI oGlOW. e uo IuDeE" | mittent red signal in the lighthouse far out in the lake blinked back at him, but to him 1t was a steady, vivid glare.
 'sDo you hear me? I have lied to my husband for the last timer There was almost tone of victory in the voice now. Do you hear me? You don't dare! David will not believe you. He will helieye mv,- |
 A terrible oath choked back the : hopeful words in the woman's throat. I Murder had come back into the mans !; heart
 'TYou lie!'
 "Davidr'
 '.Yes, it's David! Liar! Whose child is she? Tell me?''
 "David! David! For Gods sake, hear me! There was no wrong, swear it!"
 She's not my child and there's no wrongw The sardonic laugh that fol lowed was that of a raging maniac You've fooled me, you fend! You devilr'
 At that word and with one look at her husbands terribly distorted fea- lures. Frances Cable shrank back with single terrified cry. turned from him and fed madly for her life. With the spring of the wild beast, Cable rushed