The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-03
JANE CABLE
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 and the hasty visit of ,Ae reporter proved that David Cable was an in- strument in them. The blood surged to his head. He staggered under the shock of increased rage.
 "Graydon Is against me! They've won him over! Open the door! l want my sonv' He shouted the demand in the face of the startled servant as he pushed rudely past him.
 You stay here, young fellow, and you'll hear story that will fill whole paper. I am James Bansemer. Where Is Cable? You" to the servant
 Sh!" cried the frightened servant, recognizing him. ''Mrs. Cable Is rest ing, sir"
 ''What are you doing here?" Ban eemer demanded of the reporter. exert jug all his crafty resourcefuinesS HI ehe effort to calm himself.
 xsabIe has been elected president or rne- began the young man just as Gable himself started down the stair way.
 "Ce-,le. where is my sonT demand ed lsansemer loudly, starting toward fhe steps. He had not removed his hat and was indeed m ominous figure. Cable clutched the stair rail and glared down at him in amazement. Before he could pull himself together sufficiently to reply Graydon Bansemer hurried past him and started in alarm at the unexpected figure below.
 "What's the matter, dad?" he cried. What has happenedT'
 "Ah! You think something could have happened. eh? You shan't be taken in by them. Come down here, ooyv
 Father. are you crazyT' gasped Graydon, rushing down the stairs.
 "Get him away from here. Graydon. for Gods sake" exclaimed Cable. Take him away! He's your father. out if he stays in this house a minute longer I'll kill him!'
 The man from the newspaper was shrewd enough to withdraw into less exposed spot. He saw a great beat in prospect
 Graydon stopped as if stunned by . blow. Bobby Rigby came running to the head of the stairs, followed by Jane and another young woman. James Bansemer could not have been expect ed to know 1t. but Rigby and Miss Clegg had come to tell these friends that they were to be married in Decem- Der.
 ''Nili me. eh? Not if you can't do a better Job than you did the other night. Here, you reporter, ask Mir. Cable to explain the mystery of that affair on the lake front. Oh, know all about iti You've started in to ruin me. but I'll be in on it myself. We'll have a general cleaning up."
 Father! What are you talking about?Y cried Graydon. aghast.
 ''They haven't told you about the lake front. eh? I should think not See him cringe!'
 Cable had indeed fallen back against the wall. halfway, up the steps. white and trembling. His eyes were raised, and he was the first to see Mrs. Cable as she came from her room.
 "Go backr' he whispered hoarsely to ner She reached the banister and leaned over, her eyes filling with ter TOT after a swift glance at Jane. ''Take Jane away" she murmured, realizing that the blow was t. fall.
 'I'u stop his internal tonguer' shout ed Cable. leaping down tie steps. his eyes blazing. James Bansemer laughed as he braced himself for the shock They did not come together, for Gray. don threw his big frame in the path of the assailant. For an instant there was a frightful uproar. Rigby and the servant rushed to the young mans as- sistance. The women were screaming with terror, the men were shouting. and there was violent struggle which played havoc in the hallway.
 "Call the police!' shouted Rigby.
 'You internal traitOrg missed James Bansemer. You claim to be Gray don's friend, and yet you are the one who has led the plot to ruin me-"
 What does 1t all mean?' cried Gray. don, holding the shaking Cable tightly
 There was a moment of intense si' lence, except for the heavy breathing ot the men Graydon was staring wide eyed at his father. He saw the cruel, sardonic smile spread over his face and shuddered.
 I've simply come to take you out oi the clutches of these people. I've waited to see if that scheming woman up there would tell you of her own accord. She hasn't told you. so will You cannot marry that girl. for your naughty Js le Ga ble was picked up on a doorstep, cast off by the woman who bore herr'
 The crash had come. The heartless accuser stood like a tragic player ir the renter of his stage. pouring out bis poison without touch of pity for the stricken girl who, after the first thrill of indignation and horror. had shrunk back into her mothers arms, bewilder ed
 "Cali the police if you like" laughed Bansemer. at the end of his tirade. "I1 Isn't criminal offense to tell the nth. It will sound just as well fl art. MT. Rigby."
 Jane, Jane." Mrs. Cable vas mur muring, Il might have saved you all this, but I couldn't-oh, I couldn't pay the price,"
 '.You snake" groaned Cable, weas and hoarse with rage. Jane. he has liedi There is not a word of truth fl