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Time and again he went home at unusual hours, fearing all the while that he might incur the pain of finding Bansemer there. He even visited the man in his office, always rejoicing in the fact that he found him there at the time. He watched the mail in the morning; he planned to go out of nights and then hurried home deliberately but unexpectedly.

"Oh, how terrible it must be never to have known one's mother," said she tenderly. "Or one's father," added James Bansemer, who was passing at that instant with Mrs. Cable. "Please include the father, Miss Cable," he pleaded with mock seriousness. Turning to Mrs. Cable, who had stopped beside him, he added: "You, the most charming of mothers, will defend the fathers, won't you?"

"She has such a frightful headache that she couldn't get up this morning." "Indeed? Will you carry my respects and sympathy to her?" "Thank you, yes. But why don't you come in and see us, Mr. Bansemer?" "In a day or so, gladly." Bansemer was not approached by Harbert that day nor the next nor any other day soon, in fact. It was not until after the third day had expired that he heard from Mrs.

She'll go to some unscrupulous lawyer, no doubt, but I am out of it. I don't handle that kind of business. You have insulted me. Get out of my office, sir, and never enter it again." "Give me that in writing," began the wily banker, but Bansemer had called to Droom. Eddie Deever was standing near the door, almost doggedly curious. "Show Mr.

Bansemer was alone and where Droom's eyes could not see him, but something told him that the grin hung outside the door for many minutes, as if waiting for a chance to pop in and tantalise him. Bansemer was a good-looking man of the coarser mould the kind of man that merits a second look in passing, and the second look is not always in his favour. He was thirty-five years of age, but looked older.

As Jane and her father whirled away, the latter gave utterance to a remark that brought a new brightness to her eyes and a proud throbbing to her heart; but he did not observe the effect. "Bright, clever chap that Graydon Bansemer," he said comfortably. The General Manager of the Pacific, Lakes & Atlantic Railroad System had had a hard struggle of it.

Unwittingly, his manner lost some of its aggressiveness; and the woman perceiving the altered conditions, quick to take advantage, resolved to learn, if possible his intentions. Presently, going right to the point, she asked: "Is that extraordinary looking creature you had in your office still with you, Mr. Bansemer?" "Extraordinary!" He laughed loudly. "He is certainly that, and more.

Teresa, a shivering, sobbing little figure in the garb of an insurgent soldier, was supported by big Graydon Bansemer. There was no service except the short army ritual; there was no priest or pastor; there was but one real mourner a pretty, heart-broken girl who lay for hours beside the rude mound on the hillside.

Bansemer was facing it; and just at the moment that he felt his strength giving way and could see a grin of triumph on the fiendish face, there carne a flash and a report, and his adversary fell at his feet. Glancing up to ascertain who had fired the shot that had saved his life, he thought he saw a figure disappearing from one of the windows. The incident acted as an inspiration.

More than once he made some remark to his son, only to surprise that young man glancing surreptitiously at the face of the more beautiful of the two girls. Even in this early stage, James Bansemer began to gloat over the beauty of this new-found, old acquaintance.