The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-27

him plainly that she came to learn the precise nature of his attitude toward herself and the girl Bansemer's re sentiment appeared too real to have been simulated He was almost harsh ill his response to the inference. In the end. however, he was a little less than tender in his efforts to convince her that she had cruelty misjudged him She went away with a chill in her heart dislodged, but not dissolved When he asked if she and MT. Cable would be at home that night for a game of cards she felt obliged to urge him to come. It was not until she was in the carriage below that she remem- bered that David Cable was to attend a ebig banquet at the Auditorium that night and that Jane would be at the theater with friends.
 Bansemer smiled serenely as he es' torted her to the door. we will not permit anything to happen which might bring misery to the two beings so dear to us." he assured her at parting.
 Shortly after 8 he entered the Gable home. He had gone to Chicago avenue beforehand to send a telegram east. From the corner of Clark street he walked across town toward the lake, facing the bitter gale with poor grace In Washington place he passed two men going from their cab into the Un- ion club. He did not look at him, nor did he see that they turned and stared after him as he buffeted his way across Dearborn avenue. One of the men was Bobby Rigby, the other Denis Harbert of New York.
 "It's the same Bansemer," said liar bert as they entered the club "I'd know him in million"
 At the Cables a servant on opening the door announced that MT. Cable was not at home.
 'Is Mrs. Cable at homer asked MT. Bansemer, making no effort to find his cardcase.
 "Yes, sir," responded the servant aft CT moments hesitation. Bansemer passed through the vestibule.
 "Say MT. Bansemer, if you please"
 He removed his coat and was stand ing comfortably in front of the blaz- ing logs in the library when she came down.
 ttI thought the night was too dread ful for any one to venture out un- less" she was saying as she gave him her hand.
 "A night indoors and alone is thou sandfold more dreadful than one out doors in quest of good company" in- terrupted Bansemer. He drew up chairs in front of the fireplace and stood by waiting for her to be seated.
 q had forgotten that MT. Cable was to attend banquet at the Auditori um," she explained feryously, conf dent, however, that he felt she had not forgotten.
 ''To be sure," he said. "This is the night of the banquet. l was not in v1ted."
 'I tried to telephone to ask you to come tomorrow night. The storm has played havoc with the. wires It is Impossible to get connection with any one." A servant appeared in the door way.
 ''You are wanted at the telephone, Mrs. Gable. Shall I say you will come?'
 Flushing to the roots of her hair, the mistress of the house excused her self and left the room. Bansemer leaned back in his chair and smiled. She returned few minutes later with fluttering apology.
 What terrible night it must be for those poor linemen,"s she said. T re- member what it meant to be railroad lineman in the west years ago. The blizzards out there are a great deal more severe than those we have here, MT. Bansemer. Just think of the poor fellows who are repairing tbe lines to- night. Doesn't it. seem heartless?''
 Ut does, indeed. And yet dare say you've been scolding them bitterly all evening. One seldom thinks it worth while to be merciful when the tele- phone refuses to obey. It's only true philanthropist who can forgive the tell epnone. However, am grateful to the blizzard ard happy. Fair weather would have deprived me of pleasure"
 ''I am sorry MT. Cable is not at home," she said quickly.
 Gro be Continued)