The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-01
JANE CABLE
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sfnQfng. 1ue .Aala anAou.leu that Mir. and Mrs. Cable were out. It was enough for broom. He put the puzzle together in that instant. David Cables face was the one he had seen, not James Bansemer's. The maid set up a hysterical shrieking when he bluntly told her of the mishap to her mistress. but he did not wait to answer ques- tions. He was of to find James Banse- mer. The volcano he had been watch ing so long was about to burst, and he knew it.
 Forgetting his wet garments, he en: tered drug store and telephoned to Bansemer's home. His employer an- swered the call so readily that broom Enew he had not been far from the in. strument that evening. There was note of disappointment in his voice when Droom's hoarse tones replied to his polite "Hello!''
 "Iu be over in half an hour," said broom. every important business. Is Graydon there?" a.
 ''Hc's just gone to Cables. some one telephoned for him minute or so ago. What's. wrong? Do you know?"
 "I'u be there in fifteen minutes" was all that broom would say.
 Elias memory could not carry him back to the time when he had hired a cab. A cab was one of the luxuries he had not cultivated. One can only imagine his surprise, then, when he found himself hailing a passing han. som, and greater the surprise he must have felt when he ciambered In and ordered the driver to go in gallop to a certain place in Wells street. Ten minutes later he was attired in dry, warm clothes and in the cab again bound for Bansemer's home. What he said, to James Bansemer on that mem orable occasion need not be repeated It is only necessary to say that his host was bitterly. impressed and will. ing to admit that the developments might prove serious. They could only speculate as to what had transpired between David, Cable and bis wife out there by the sea wall. but 1t was enough for them to know that . crisis was at hand
 "We'l see what the morning papers say about the affair."" said Bansemer, uneasy and cold.
 Thesmorning papers were full of the sensational robbery, the prominence of the victim and the viciousness of the attack, Elias broom read the ac. counts eagerly as he breakfasted in the dingy little restaurant near his home, bright and early. He grinned appreciably over the share of glory that fell to him, and he actually cac. kled over the new developments in the great mystery. He had observed with relief that the name of James Bansemer was not mentioned. The reports from the bed. side of the robbers victim were most optimistic, She was delirious from the effects Of the shock, but no serious re sultsawere expected. The great head lines on the first page of the paper he was reading set his mind temporarily at rest There was no suggestion of truth in them.
 The reader of this narrative, who knows the true facts in the case, is
 
 mentss and emotions of David Cable than in the surmises of others. It would be difficult for a certainty to ask one to put himself in Cables place and to experience the sensations of that unhappy man as he fed along the dark ksshore of the lake. Perhaps much will be taken on faith if the writer simply. says that the fugitive finally slunk fnom the weeds and refuse ot what. was then called ..the district of Lake Michigan"-''Street in To cal parlance-to lind himself pantina and terror stricken in the bleak east end of Chicago avenue. 1t was not until then that he secured control of his nerves and resorted to the stealth and cum ming of the real criminal.
 From that time until he stood shiver. ing and white with dogged intention in a theater foyer. bent upon esta blishina an alibi. his movements are scarcely worth the details. Between the acts he saw 2.dozen men whom he knew and he took drinks with several of them. His tremendous will power carried him through the ordeal in way that could iiot have fallen to the good fortunes of the ordinary lawbreaker.
 Every :. second of the time his thoughts were of the thing which was being buffeted by> the icy waters of the lake. Where was that thing nowi How far out into the lake had 1t been carried2
 His body was covered with the cold precipitation os dread and horror His soul was moaning: his whole being was aghast with the awfulness of the deed; he could have shrieked aloud in his madness. How he lived through the hour in that theater he never could have told. nor could he believe that he was sitting there with all those fright ful thoughts piling themselves upon him. Other people laughed and shout ed with happiness; he stared and wept in his heart and shivered and cringed and groaned within himself.
 He had killed her! She had been true to him. Naf1d yet he had taken her life. t.le life she had given him! He gave no thought to Jane. no thought to Banserner. He thought only of him. self as the slayer.
 Would her body be recovered? What would be his excuse, what his punish ment?F The gallows2 A thousand hor .s~~.. c1o fx, h;c hvoS,