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Updated: June 12, 2025
James Bansemer, haggard from loss of sleep and from fury over the alienation of his son, together with the fear of what the day might bring, was pacing the floor of his private office. Droom had eased his mind but little in regard to his son. When he heard Graydon's voice in the outer room, his face brightened and he took several quick steps toward the door.
I have saved nearly all of it. My father has sent me a draft for five hundred. I don't expect to use it, of course." "Your father?" asked Cable, with a quick, searching look. "And then I did save something in Chicago, strange as it may seem," said Bansemer, with a smile. "I have a few of your five per cents. I trust the road is all right?"
There was nothing in her voice which might have warned him, although it sounded strained and without warmth on her own ears. In spite of herself she wondered how he would act in saying good-bye to her mother. Although she tried with all the might of her will to look away, she could not take her eyes from the pair as Bansemer arose to depart. His manner was most circumspect.
She expects me to tell all I know about her, eh? That's good!" laughed Bansemer. "Father, she has done you no wrong. Why are you so bitter against her? It's not right it's not like you." Bansemer looked steadily at him for a full minute. "Is she going to marry you, Graydon?" "She refuses, absolutely." "Then, she's better than I thought. Perhaps I'm wrong in hating her as I do.
These articles deal only with the great mystery concerning the birth of one of the 'most beautiful and popular young women in Chicago. Wait wait until the Bansemer smash comes to reinforce the story! Fine reading, eh!" "Don't, Elias, for Heaven's sake, don't!" cried the young man. "Have you no soft spot in your heart? God, I believe you enjoy all this. Look! Look what it says about her!
Bansemer knows about the mistake that came near happening to him a week or two ago. I got hold of it through a boy that works in the United States Marshal's office," said Eddie, cold as ice now that he was making the test. Droom turned upon him quickly. "What mistake? What do you mean?" "It would have been a rich joke on Mr. Bansemer.
Even now she could feel his hand upon her arm, could hear his sibilant whisper, could see his intense eyes full of suggestion and threat. Now she found herself face to face with the crisis of all these years. Her only hope lay in the thought that neither could afford the scandal of an open declaration. Bansemer was merciless and he was no fool.
They were on opposite sides of the table. "In New York," said Bansemer firmly, his eyes unflinching in their return. He noticed that Harbert's look was uncompromisingly antagonistic, but that was to be expected. It troubled him, however, to see something like unfriendliness in Rigby's greeting. Harbert was the man who had fought him to rout in New York.
The mask was off. He veiled his threat in the simplest words possible; the purpose looked through with greedy disdain for grace. "I can offer no more than I offered to-day," she said. "Do you suppose I would accept money in payment for my son's peace of mind?" declared Bansemer, with finely assumed scorn. "You offered me ten thousand dollars. You will never know how that hurt me, coming from you.
For a while, he tried to take Jane's future into consideration, but it was impossible to substitute anything before his own wrongs. David Cable was not the kind of man who would go on living with a faithless wife for the sake of appearances. He was not an apologist. Time and circumstance and the power of true love would adjust the affair of Jane and Graydon Bansemer. This was HIS affair.
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