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Considerably perplexed, Bansemer decided to keep on his guard. He was ruthlessly searching the chancel when a deep groan caught his attention. Presently, as he paused to listen, a dark figure leaped towards him from a recess back of the altar.
Bobby Rigby came running to the head of the stairs, followed by Jane and another young woman. James Bansemer could not have been expected to know it, but Rigby and Miss Clegg had come to tell these friends that they were to be married in December. "Kill me, eh? Not if you can't do a better job than you did the other night. Here, you reporter, ask Mr.
"Jane is worth all of that, and more. She shall be first in my heart, in my mind, for all time, if that is what you mean, Mrs. Cable. Believe me, I mean that." "Mr. Bansemer says that you are like your mother," she mused, wistfully. "That's why he loves me, he also says. I'm sorry I'm not like father," he said earnestly. "He's great!"
He sat down, his moody gaze upon his father. Neither spoke for many minutes. Neither had the courage. James Bansemer finally started up with a quick look at the door. Droom was speaking to someone in the outer office. "Go now," he said harshly; "I want to be alone." "Father, are you are you afraid of these charges?" His father laughed shortly and extended his hand to the young man.
The little company stopped to rest in a beautiful; valley, beside the banks of a swift stream. He watched Jane as she moved away from the stretcher which held Bansemer, following her to the edge of the stream where she had come to gaze pensively into the future. "How is he?" he asked. She started and a warm glow came into her cheek. "He is doing nicely.
His sister's grief was pathetic in the extreme aye, demoralising, for it struck deep into the hearts of soldiers who had scoffed at the life-blood of man, but could not brave the tears of a woman. Bansemer did all in his power to comfort and console her. It was to him that she clung in her despair.
There was nothing in his manner to indicate that he was there as anything more than the most casual sipper of the beverage that society brews. It was left for her to make the advances. "We must come to an understanding," she said abruptly. "I cannot endure the suspense, the uncertainty " Bansemer raised his brows with grave condescension. "Then you have not confessed to Mr.
"There's nothing against Wells Street but it got ashamed of itself when it crossed the river." Bansemer was surprised to oote a tone of affectionate pride in the question. "No indeed!" "Oh, there's only one, Mr. Graydon," said the old clerk, quite warmly; "our own Fifth Avenue." "I had no idea you cared so much for swagger things, Mr. Droom," observed the other, genuinely surprised.
He did not look at them nor did he see that they turned and stared after him as he buffeted his way across Dearborn Avenue. One of the men was Bobby Rigby; the other, Denis Harbert of New York. "It's the same Bansemer," said Harbert as they entered the club. "I'd know him in a million." At the Cables' a servant, on opening the door, announced that Mr. Cable was not at home. "Is Mrs.
Graydon Bansemer was among them, weak and distrustful of his own future albeit a medal of honour and the prospect of an excellent position were ahead of him. His discharge was assured. He had served his country briefly, but well, and he was not loath to rest on his insignificant laurels and to respect the memory of the impulse which had driven him into service.
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