The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-13
JANE CABLE
 By GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON. e Author of Beverly of Graustark.'' Etc. Copyright, 1906, by Dodd, Mead & w Company. kK
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This man had loved her. and he would take her up and shield her against the hate of the world. There A.ade not been moment when her own love for him wavered. She worshiped him now as she had in the beginning. Tha revelation of broom. the theatric GSaSeee in the cafe, the crushing of the SlssAn hope she had cherished, all con- spred in this secure moment to waken her into realization of what an over balE icing power love is.
 Unconscicusly her fingers frightened upon his. and her body drew closer. She was arraying herself against the fear that she might lose this haven of rest and joy. after all-the haven she had been willing to scourge and destroy in the bitterness of her heart A great wave of pity for herself came sweeping over her. It grew out of the dread that he might, after all. deny her the place that no one else in the world could give.
 Graydon's cold face was suddenly H. lumined. The incomprehensible sweet ness of pain rushed through his blood. He had given up his hope as blighted after the harsh hour with broom. He could not believe his new found sue cess. Doubt, unbelief, enveloped him asghe raised her head, kiss crying for its kind. His arm crept behind her shoulders. She did not offer repulse. Her wet cheek touched his in submfs- sion. It was the first time his hungry arms had held her in centuries. it seemed to hfm-and to her. It was the first time their lips had met, except in dreams, since that horrid night so long ago.
 "Jane, Janer' he was whispering in her ear. Her plans. her purposes. her sacrifices, were running away from her in notous disorder She could not hold them in check. They lied like weak lings before the older and stronger hopes and desires.
 They did not know of the blockade of cabs at the corner of For.y-second street nor how long they stood there Shouting cabmen and police officers tried to rival the white blizzard in pro- fuseness, but they did not hear them.
 ''Oh, Graydon, I cannot, must not!" she was crying, holding his hand with almost frenzied disdain for the words so plaintively loyal. "It is out of the question, dearest. You know 1t is. love you-oh, how I love you! But -I must not be your wife. I-T"-
 Eve had enough of this. Jane," he said so firmly that she stifrened percep- tibly in his arms. "It's all confounded rot. Excuse me, but it is. know you think you're right, but you're not. Old Elias gave the best advice in the world. You know what it was. We've just got to make our own happiness. Nobody else will do it for us, and it's just as easy to be happy as it is to be the other way. Pm tired of pleading. I've wait ed as long as intend to. We're going to be married tomorrow"
 "Graydony'
 Don't refuse! It's no use, dearest We've lost q year or two. I don't in. tend to lose another day. What do l care about your father and motherf What did they care about you? You owe all the rest of your life to your self and to me. Come, will you con. sent willingly or''- He paused She was very still in his arms for a long time.
 T do 50 want to be happy" she said at last, refectively. ''No. mol Don't say anything yet. I am only wondering how it will be after we've been married for few years. When I'm growing old and plain and you begin to tire of me, as most men grow weary of their wives-what then7 Ah, Graydon, I-I have thought about aH that too. You'u never reproach me openly-you couldn't do that, know. But you may secretly nourish the scorn which,
 "Jane." he said, dropping the tone of confident authority and speaking very tenderly, "you forget that my father is a convict You forget that he has done things which will forever keep me beggar at your feet. I am ask ing you to forget and overlook much more than you could ever ask of me. Old Elias, wretch that he is. has point ed out our ways for us. They run to- gether in spite of what may conspire to divide them. Jane. I love my soul. but love you ten thousand times bet fer than my soul"
 ''I did not believe could ever be so happy again." she murmured, putting her hands to his face.
 Tomorrow, dearT"
 "Yes."
 Graydon, rejoicing in his final vic ory, hurried to his rooms later in the evening. As he was about to enter the elevator he noticed a gray suited boy in brass buttons, who stood near by, an inquiring look in his face.
 "This is Mir. Bansemer." observed the laconic youth who ran the single elevator in the apartment building.
 "Something for mel" demanded Graydon, turning to the boy in gray
 special delivery letter, sir. Sign here."
 Graydon took the thick envelope from the boys hand. With start, he recognized his fathers handwriting. Curiously he turned the letter over in his fingers as he ascended in the car wonder growing in his brain. He did not wait to remove his overcoat on en- tering his rooms, but strode to the light and nervously tore open the envelope Dread. hope. anxiety, conspired to make his fingers tremble. There were