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aim CopyrigM. 1906. by CHAPTER. XVI. ROOM'S intentions were j clear. It was not a tender heart nor was It chivalry which prompted him J. to do the deed of valor just described. He had started out to do his duty by James Bansemer because he was In his hire, and be felt it still his duty to cover the tracks of his master as best be could. He knew that he was jeopardizing his own safety. The obstinate cunning of his nature insisted that the man he bad watched was Bansemer, although his brief glimpse of the fugitive's face discouraged that belief. The gaunt clerk kept his chin well covered with his great muffler; the broad collar of his ulster was turned up about his face. The rapid plan that dashed into his mind comprehended but two things, the effort to restore life to Frances Cable and the hope of escaping without being recognized. He felt that she had not been in the water long enough to drown. Every hope depended upon the force of the blow that he imagined had been delivered. Chilled to the bone, his teeth chat tering like castanets, the old man was stooping over the Inanimate form on the ground when the two men came up. In answer to their startled questions he merely said that he had seen the struggle from across the street, but had been too late to prevent the tragedy. "We must get her into one of these houses quick," he grunted. "Take hold of her, you. And you over there, hurry and ring a doorbell. Get inside and phone for a doctor a doctor first and then the police. We may be able to save her life." The first of the rich men's homes denied them admission. The man of She house said he would not "stand for the notoriety." , Droom, supporting the head of the Tret, icy figure, made a remark which the man was never to forget At the second house they were admitted. In an Instant all was confusion. A card game was broken up, and guests of the house assisted their host and hostess In doing all manner of unnecessary things. Droom gave the command? which sooner or later resolved themselves Into excited, wrathy demands upon the telephone operator, rails for a certain nearby doctor, calls for the police, calls for stimulants, maids, hot water bottles everything. "She's been roBDedy sara one or tne men. "Her iirgs have been tern off. Look at the blood!" "She's well dressed, too," said an other. "Say, her face looks familiar" To the amazement of every one, the lips of the woman parted and a gasping, choking sound issued from between them, a slight shudder swept over her frame. "She's alive!" exclaimed Droom. "Get these wet clothes off of her quick!" The men stood grouped in the hallway while the women tore the wet garments from the reviving victim and prepared a warm bed for her. Ellas Droom was edging toward the door, bent on escape, when the awed, chattering voice of the young fellow who had assisted in carrying her to the house arrested him. A great sense of relief crept over him as he listened to the young man's story; his eyes blinked with satisfaction. He was forgetting his own remark of a minute ago that he was freezing and must get into some dry clothes at once. The young man was saying: "It happened right out there by the sea wall where the big break Is. Harry and I were coming up the Drive, and I called attention to a man running south along the wall. Just then this gentleman ran over from this side of the street, and a minute or two later we saw him jump into the break over there. Suicide, I thought, but he wasn't a minute coming up. There was the woman! He'd pulled her out! By thunder, It was the bravest thing I ever saw! He" And then it was that everybody be gan to shower praise upon the man who only had tried to do bis duty by the one who hired him to do ugly, not gallant, deeds. "Did you watch which way the rob ber ran?" demanded Droom eagerly. "Lost him in the dark. He ran like fury. You must have scared him off," said the second young man. "I wish we could have seen his face. Did you see it?" "Not distinctly," answered Droom. 'Tie struck me as being a slim young fellow, that's all." Of one thing ha was assured the evidence of these two men would prove that he had acted as a valiant protector and not as a thug, a fear which had not left his mind until now. They had seen the fleeing assailant, but there was only one person who could identify him. That person was Frances Cable, the victim. If It was not James Bansemer, then who could it have been? The door opened, and an agitated young woman came out. "It is Mrs. Cable!" she cried in trembling tones. The physician arrived at that mo-1 ment, and a few minutes later came an officer who had been hailed from the doorway. While the policeman was listening to the voluble young eyewitnesses Droom stood aloof, puzzling himself vainly in the effort to solve an Inside mystery. He had been ready a few minutes before to curse iimself for pulling the woman out of the water, but now as the belief grew stronger within him that her assailant was not James Bansemer his view-

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Dodd. Mead 32 Company there wohld he 'no need to f eat" 35Ts. ; Cable's story if she revived sufficiently to tell it. On the other hand, if it was Bansemer, he had rescued her to an ill purpose. He was conscious finally that some one was speaking to him. "What do you know of this?" demanded the policeman. . Droom repeated his brief story. "What is your name and where do you live?" "My name is Ellas Droom. and I live over in Wells street." "Could you identify the man?" "I don't think so." "What were you doing over in this part of town?" "Walking up to see the skaters on the park lagoon. But what's that got to do with it? You'd" better be out looking for the thief Instead of wasting time on me here," snarled Droom. The officer gasped, and there is no telling what might have happened if the captain and a swarm of bluecoats had not appeared on the scene at that moment Two minutes later they were off scouring the lake front in search of the mysterious holdup man. Two plain clothes men remained to question the witnesses and to inspect the neighborhood in which the crime was committed. Word came from the inner room that Mrs. Cable was regaining consciousness. "Does can she throw any light on the affair?' asked Ellas Droom. "She has uttered no word except her husband' name. I think she is still calling upon him for help, poor thing," said the young woman who bore the news. "Cable ought to be notified," said one of the men. "Don't do It over the phone," said Droom quickly. Tm going past his house. I'll stop in and tell him. Let me out, officer. I must get out of these wet garments. I'm an old man, you know." The probable solution had come to Droom like a flash. As he hurried up the street his mind was full of the theory. He scarcely could wait for the door of David Cable's house to be opened In response to his vigorous ringing. The maid announced that Mr. and Mrs. Cable were out It was enough for Droom. He put the puzzle together in that Instant David Cable's face was the one be 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 questions. He was off to find James Bansemer. The volcano he bad been watching so long was about to burst, and he knew it. Forgetting his wet garments, he -en tered a drug store and telephoned to Bansemer's home. His employer answered the call so readily that Droom knew he had not been far from the instrument that evening. There was a note of disappointment in bis voice when Droom's hoarse tones replied to bis polite "Hello I" "I'll be over in half an hour," said Droom. "Very Important business. Is Graydon there?" "He's Just gone to Cable's. Some one telephoned for him a minute or so go. What's wrong? Do you know?" "Ill be there in fifteen minutes," was all that Droom would say. Ellas' 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 hansom, and greater the surprise he must have felt when he clambered in and ordered the driver to go in a gallop to a certain place in Wells street Ten minutes later he was 1 attired in dry. warm clothes and in the cab again, bound for Bansemer's home. What he (raid to James Bansemer on that memorable occasion need not be repeated. It is only necessary to say that his host was bitterly impressed and willing to admit that the developments might prove serious. They could only speculate as to what had transpired) between David Cable and his wife out ', there by the sea wall, but it was enough for them to know that a crisis was at hand. "We'll see what the morning papers say about the affair," said Bansemer, lineasv and rolrl i The morning papers were full of the senaational robbery, the prominence of the victim and the viciousness of the attack. Ellas Droom read the accounts 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 cackled 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 bedside of the robber's victim were most optimistic. She was delirious from the effects of the shock, but no serious results were expected. The great headlines 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 doubtless more Interested in the movements 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 Cable's place and to experience the sensations of that unhappy man as he fled along the dark shore of the lake. Perhaps much will be taken on faith if the writer simply says that the fugitive finally slunk from the weeds and refnse of what was then called "the district of Lake Michigan" "Streeterv'ille" in local parlance to find himself panting and terror stricken in the bleak east end of Chicago avenue. It was not until then that he secured control of his nerves and resorted to the stealth and cunning of the real criminal. Fwm tle nolo JHstaod shiver-

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ing an3 white with, dogged intention la a theater foyer, bent upon establishing an alibi, his movements are scarcely worth the details. Between the acts he saw a dozen men whom he knew and he took drinks with several of them. His tremendous will power carried him through the ordeal in a way that could not 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 now? How far out into the lake had it been carried? His body was covered with the cold perspiration of dread and horror. Ills soul was moaning; his whole being was aghast with the awfulness of the deed; he could have shrieked aloud in his madness. Uow he lived through the hour in that theater he never could have told, nor couid he believe that he was sitting there with all those frightful thoughts piling themselves upon him. Other people laughed and shouted 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, and yet he had taken her life, the life she had given him! He gave no thought to Jane, no thought to Bansemer. lie thought only of himself as the slayer. Would her body be recovered? What would be his excuse, what his punishment? The gallows? A thousand horrors ran riot in his brain, a thousand tremors with each. But why dwell upon the feelings of this miserable wretch? Why say more of his terror, his misery, his remorse? He held himself in the seat until the middle of the last act of the play. At last unable to restrain himself longer, he arose and almost ran from the theater. That instinct which no slayer can control or explain was overpowering him. It was the instinct which attracts the murderer to the spot where his crime was committed. No man can describe or define this resistless Impulse, and yet all criminology records it clear and' unmistakable. It Is no less than a form of curiosity. Driven by this Irresistible force, David Cable, with bravado that cost him dearly, worked his uninterrupted way to the scene of his crime. By trolley car to Chicago avenue and then, like a homeless dog scenting his way fearfully, to a corner not far from the break in the wall. His legs trembled and his eyes grew wide with dread. The swish of the water came to his ears, and be stood etffl for many minutes, listening for a cry for help from off the shore. But none came, and again skulking alongside the houses of his friends, he cov ered the blocks that lay between him and the magnetic rift in the wall. Near the corner he stopped, with a start of alarm. The figure of a man could be seen standing like a statue on the very spot where he had seen her disappear. While he stood there, his heart scarcely beating, the solitary figure was joined by two others. Cable shrank back into the dense shadows. Like a flash it occurred to him that they were searching for the body. A shriek of agony arose to his Hps. But he check ed It Far off on one of the crosstown streets a newsboy was calling an extrahoarse, unintelligible shouts that froze his blood. He bent his ear to catch the faraway words of the boy, "All about de nor' side murder!" He cringed and shook under the raucous shout He knew what it meant A policeman suddenly turned the corner and came toward him. The first impulse was to fly; the next was to stand and deliver himself. The resolution came with shocking unexpectedness. He would give himself up! ne would admit that he had killed bis wife! The words of anguish were on his lips when the policeman spoke. "Is It you, Mr. Cable? How is she, sir?" Cable did not hear the man, for, as he opened his lips to cry out his own guilt, a thought formed In his brain that almost staggered him with its cunning savagery. Why not let the penalty fall on James Bansemer? She had gone out to meet him! If she bad not destroyed the note It would hang James Bansemer, and James Bansemer was worse than a murderer. But even as this remarkable thought rushed into his brain the last words of the officer began to drive It out "Is she going to pull through, sir?" was the next question, and he caught it vaguely. "Pull through?" he murmured inarticulately. He leaned against a great stone rail suddenly. Everything was leaping before his eyes. "Good Lord. Mr. Cable I I forgot Don't you know about it 7" gasped the officer. "Know what?" asked Cable, completely dazed. "Go borne at once, sir. I didn't mean to oh, hurry, sir. Don't be worried. They say she'll be all right Sure! She's been hurt a little, sir." "My daughter?" demanded Cable, as keen as a razor In an Instant His heart was trying to jump from his body. "Your wife, sir. Nothin' serious, sir. She was held up along here somewhere and robbed. They're sure to get the. villain. She" But Cable was off like a deer for his home, racing as though on air. Nothing else mattered now. She was alive! He could have her with him again to love as he never bad loved her before.

CHAPTER XVII. WO days passed before David Cable was permitted to see his wife. During those trying hoars he lived an age of agony in sus-! pense. Sbe naa been removed to her home late on the night of the "ho Id-! up." as the newspapers felt justified in calling it He did not go to bis office j the next day nor the next but haunt- I ed her door, sleepless, nervous, held j close by dread. A dozen times at least j be sought admittance to her room, but i was always turned away, cursing the doctor and the nurses for their interference. His worst fear, however, was that .... , , nor his own shame or remorse, not even the punishment that the law might Inflict, could be compared to the fear of what might be her lifelong hatred. lie grew to feel that the doctor, the nurses, the servants, looked upon him with strange, unfriendly though respectful eyes. In his heart he believed that his wife had cursed him lu their presence, layiug bare bis part In the unhappy transaction. At last the suspense became unbearable. He had noticed a slight change in Jane's manner and at once attributed it to something his wife had! said, for Jane had been allowed in the ' sick room. The discovery that she j was not his child had not as yet struck deep Into his understanding. In a i vague sort of way he realized that she was different, now that he knew, but it was impossible for him to consider her in any other light than that of the years gone by. The time would come when the full realization would cut into his heart more deeply than now, but at present a calamity of his own making was forcing all other troubles into the background. Ills greatest desire was to reach his wife's side, to know the worst that could come of hU suit for forgiveness. The evening of the second day he swore that he would see her and alone. They admitted him, and be entered trembling In every nerve. She was lying, white and haggard. In her bed, her back toward him. Fie paused for an Instant and was certain that be saw her shudder violently. It was significant. She feared and loathed him. "Is it you, David?" he heard "her ask weakly. "At last! Oh, I was afraid that something had happened to youl That" 1 He threw himself on bis knees beside the bed and wept with all the pent up bitterness and misery that was In him and still he was afraid to speak to her. Not a word left bis lips until he felt her hand in his hair a tender, timid hand. It was then that he began pouring forth his cry for forgiveness. With a groan he checked her own appeal for mercy. "We can talk about Jane another time, not now," he cried. "I must He threw himself on hit knees betide the bed. know that you forgive me. I don't care for anything nothing else in the world." When the nurse came in a few minutes later he was sitting upon the edge of the bed holding her hands In his. Their faces were radiant "Please stay out," he said, almost gruffly. "For Just a little while," his wife added gently. The nurse hesitated a moment and then left the room. Frances Cable told him Jane's history so far as it was known to her. He listened dully. "She will never know her true parents," said she in the end. "No, I suppose not" said he, looking out of the window. "You understand, don't you, David, dear?" she said feebly. "How I dreaded to have you learn the truth after all these years, and, above all, how 1 hoped that Jane might never know! I tried every means in my power to buy James Bansemer's silence." She buried her head shamefully in her arms. After a moment she went on: 'Tie professes to love his son, but his is the love an animal gives the off-1 spring it would destroy. And yet Graydon worships him." "Are you quite sure that Graydon is as unsuspecting as you thintr "In regard to his father?" "In regard to Jane." "Oh, I'm sure of it He is not a party to his father's schemes. If James Bansemer has not already told Graydon, he never wilL It is not his plan to do so. His only object has been to browbeat me Into submission. David, it will all come out right la the end. won't it? Youll forgive me?" "Yes, dear, but this man." and David Cable shook with emotion as be spoke, "will have to answer to me. There will be no more to fear." he said reassuringly. "I'll crush him as I would a snake." "David, you must not" "Don't worry." he broke in. "Ill attend to him and see that no harm comes to any one else. That man has no business among honest people.' , "Bat David. I was not honest witU ; you." she confessed. j "That was a long time ago, aad ahe's as much mine as she is yQ?rs.j

&. wnacs Che ooos liowj it s a nicer. I'll admit, but it can't be helped." It was thus that the man whoa anger only a few hours before bad led him almost to crime now readily absolved her of any blame. "Poor child, poor child T ahe moaned. "It will break her heart She is so proud and so happy." "Yes. she's proud. There is good blood in her. 1 don't wonder now that I used to think she was such a marvel. She's she's not just the same sort of stock that we are, take it as you will." "She never must know the truth, David." "She's bound to find it out dear. We d better tell her. It will be easier for her. Bansemer's fangs must be made harmless forever. He shan't bother her.' She'd better hear the story from us and not from him." "But Graydon? She'll lose him. David."

I'm not so sure of It She's worthy of any man s love, and we must snow that Graydon loves her. I'll trust to that But first of all. we must put it beyond the ower of James Bansemer to Injure her In any shape or form. Then, when I go after him Graydon or uo Graydon he'll know that ther is such a place as hell." "Be rational. David. Let us take our time and think well. dear. 1 can't bear tb thought of the story that will go out concerning we how I deceived you about Jane for years and years. What will people thick of me? What will they say?" she almost walUd. "Frances." said he. his voice tense nnd earnest, "that is between yoo and me. 1 Intend to say to the world. 1C occasion demands, that I hare known from the first that Jane was not our child. That will be" "Oh. David, yon can't say that" b cried Joyously. "I shall say it dear old partner. I shall say that yon took her from the asylum with my consent There Is only James Bausemer to call me liar, and he will not dare!" "That old uiau Droom, David hit clerk. The man who saved me he knows." "He is In tb boat with his master. He did save you, though. I'll spare him much for that And I have more to fear from him thsn you think. Frances, I am sure he saw me night before last down there at the sea wall. He knows. I am morally certain, that you were not attacked by a robber." "But, David, I was robbed. My rings and my pendant were taken by some one. If Droom was the first man at my side after you then he must have taken tber " , "I can't charge him with the theft, groaned Cable. "He saved your life and he might ruin mine. I would give anything I have to know Just how much he saw of the affair. I can't account for his presence there. It seems like fate." "It is impossible for hlra to accuse you. David." "It is not impossible, I'm afraid. He may have seen me plainly. "But I have described my assailant to the police. You do not answer the descrlDtion in anv particular.' In the next ten minutes the nurse came in twice to caution him against overtaxing her nerves, politely hinting that he should depart at once. There was no medicine, no nursing, no care that could - have done her so much good as this hour with her husband. "It hurt me more than I can tell you. David, when I saw that you wers jealous of him. I could see it growing in you day after day, and yet I could not find the couraare to make every thing clear to you. Oh, how could you have suspected me of that?" "Because I am a man and because X love you enough to care what becomes of you. I was wrong. I om happy to confess. Forgive me, dear, t can't tell you how terrible the last month has been to me. I can't tell you of the bitter thoughts I have had nor the vicious deeds I have planned. I was almost insane. I was not accountable. I hare much to pay to you in the rest of the years that I live: I hare much to pay to my own conscience, and I also owe something to James Bansemer. I shall try to pay all these different debts In the coin that they call for." "We owe something, you and I. to Jane," said she as be arose to tear the room. "A confession and more love than ever, Frances. I love her with all my heart When you are stronger we will tell her that she Is not our child. We have loved her so long and so well that she can't asS for better proof of our devotion. That terrible thing at the sea wall must remain our secret, dear. Tomorrow I cbsl! begin pulling James Bansemer's fangs." He found Graydon downstairs wlti Jane. A sharp look into the young man's eyes convinced him that his questions concerning Mrs. Cable and the latest news concerning the efforts to take the bandit were sincere. Cable held his hand for a long time; tba firm, warm grasp was that of an honest man. As he stepped out Into the night for a ehort walk over town he wondered, with a great pain in bis heart. If Graydon Bansemer would turn from Jane when he heard the truth concerning her. (Continued.) INSURANCE, REAL ESTATE: LOANS, RENT3 g W. H. Bradbury & Son Rooms land 3, Wsstcott Blk g SWEET AS HONEY "Little Gem" Cantaloupes Fresh Every Day pnone 22a Hadley Bros