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I guess it means that we'll have to get out of Chicago." "Curse him!" snarled Bansemer. "I don't care a rap about myself; but it will be all up with Graydon if anything er unpleasant should happen to me," said Bansemer, with a wistful glance at his glass. Then, in subdued tones, he told of the meeting with Harbert.
Among these were May Wright Sewall; the sisters, Julia and Rachel Foster; Clara B. Colby; Zerelda G. Wallace; Frances E. Willard; J. Ellen Foster; the wife and three talented daughters of Cassius M. Clay, Mary B., Laura and Sallie Clay Bennett; M. Louise Thomas; Elizabeth Boynton Harbert and others, who became her devoted adherents and fellow-workers, and whose homes and hospitality she enjoyed during all the years which followed.
My suffrage sons and daughters through all the Northern and Western States decided to celebrate, on the 12th of November, 1885, my seventieth birthday, by holding meetings or sending me gifts and congratulations. This honor was suggested by Mrs. Elizabeth Boynton Harbert in The New Era, a paper she was editing at that time. The suggestion met with a ready response.
What I do mean to say is this: he won't feel like staying here if the truth about his father is uttered. That's the brutal way to put it, Bansemer, but you've GOT TO GET OUT." The two glared at each other for a full minute. Bansemer was as white as a sheet but not with fear. "Harbert," he said in low tones, "I've half a mind to kill you." "Don't. You'd hang for it.
"But Graydon loves her." "He won't love her long. I was a fool to let him go this far a blind, loving fool. But I'll end it now. He shan't marry her. He has no " "I haven't much of a heart to boast of, Bansemer, but I beg of you not to do this thing. I love Graydon. He doesn't deserve any pain or disgrace. Take my advice and leave the city. Let me call Harbert back." "No! They can't drive me out!
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.
"He's bound to see you, sir." "Well, then, show him in!" snarled Bansemer. "Mr. Bansemer will see you, sir," said Droom suavely, opening the door suddenly. "Thanks," said Harbert shortly. He entered the private office and faced the lawyer, who was standing near his desk. "I've taken advantage of your invitation to drop in and see you." "This is one of my busy days, Mr.
The day passed slowly; but late in the afternoon the suspense became so keen that he found it difficult to keep himself from making inquiries of the proper officials as to whether affidavits had been filed by Harbert or any other person. His hand did not shake now, but there was a steady pain at the back of his head. "Droom, I think I'll go home.
"No doubt you're right," he agreed, smiling, "but think how bright the dogs are as a rule." "Bobby Rigby says a dog is worth more than his master. People will steal a dog, he says." "I saw him at your house last night. Did you meet Mr. Harbert?" "No. Mother said he came in with Bobby." "How is Mrs. Cable this morning? I think she er complained of a sick headache last night?"
He did not see Droom's ugly scowl as he preceded that worthy through the doorway. The next morning Bansemer walked down the Drive. It was a bright, crisp day and the snow had been swept from the sidewalks. He felt that a visit from Harbert during the day was not unlikely and he wanted to be fresh and clear-headed. Halfway down he met Jane Cable coming from the home of a friend.
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