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JANE CABLE
GE0RG9BARR McCOTCBEON, i
Author off "Beverly of Grtuitark." ' '
Etc. I
Copyright, IBM. by Dodd. Mead H
Company.
CHAPTER XXXI (Continued.)
"Of coarse her family Is one of tbt
beat She was a bluestocking. That's
where Miss Cable gets moat of bei
good blood."
"Ellas, I can't believe It!" cried Gray
ion. Jane was staring blankly at the old
man's face.
"Tour father will tell you the same.
For more than twonty years I have
known the secret There Is no docu
mentary proof, but this much I do
knowJames Iiansemcr received $50,.
CI) for keeping his mouth closed. He
found out the truth, and he profited by
It, us usual. Oh, he knew that hun
dred dollar bills nro not left with pau
per babies. 1 don't know how be un
earthed the truth about Miss"
"8b! Don't mention the name aloud!"
"But he did unearth It, beyond nil
' possible chance of mistake. Your fa
ther. Miss Cable, Is sitting at that ta
ble. Oon't look up Just yet. lie is
staring at you. lie doeBn't know you,
but ho docs know you are a pretty
' woman. The gentleman with the pray
hair. Graydon. See? That man la her
father."
Graydon half started up In bis cbalr,
his lips apart, his eyes riveted on the
man designated. Every drop of blood
seemed to have frozen In his veins.
"Good God. El las !" bo whispered.
"Why, that Is" The name stuck lu
Ms throat
"The son of the man who signed the
bank note. He Is Jnne's father. There's
bine blood In him there has been since
King Henry's dny but bo Is a villain
for all that Now. Miss Cable. I've
lens- my duty. I've told you the ab
solute truth. Tou could not have ex
. pected more. You coald not have ask
- d a greater climax. The name of Van
derbllt or Astor Is no better known
than that man's name, and no ancestry
Is better than that of your mother. I
will now give to you one of the articles
ef proof that connects you with their
history." Bebnndcd to her a small pack
ago. "It la the letter written to James
Bansemer by your paternal -grand fn
her, agreeing to an appointment to
dlBcnss a question of grave moment. I
found the lotter that same dny, and
Tvo kept It all these yours. It bears
your grandfather's signature.. That Is
all. I heard part of thnt Interview,
and I stake my soul that what I've told
yoo la true." ,
Jane snt looking at him as If pnra--lyxed.
Her mind was quite Incapable
'Tow futfim,. Mir Coiita,. sftttiip ill
thill laile."
f grasping the full Import "of his
words the words alio hud craved folio-
many mouths and yet dreaded.
"I knew he was coming bere tonight
He lives a theater party. . Tomorrow
he- goes abroad. That hi all."
' "lie's living hi I'arU," -mattered
Ormydon mechanically. Jane spoke for
- th Brat tint, as in date.
"I I have seen him many times In
farte. My father? Ob, oh. It can't he
truer
"June, let me take you away from
here-.' Ikvho Graydon. observing her
pallor.
"No; let nie atny. It can't matter,
Graydon. I want to look at him again
and again." aho said shrinking back us
St the whole world were'starhig at her.
By the most prodigious effort she re
gained control of her aeelngconiposure.
It was a trying moment'
"He's worth millions," said Drooin.
"It will be worth- while for you to"
No!" -she exclaimed passionately.
"Do you think I wUI present myself fc
-him after he has cast me off? No a
thousand times, uo!"
At that lostuut the party of six hur
riedly arose to leave the place. The
tall man with tho gray balr the hand
somest man of all was staring boldly
at Jane's averted face, now red with
cousdousuesa. As he passed her In
going out of the room his look grew
uoro hisbitent' She glanced up, and a
Jfnlut smile crossed his face. ' i '
"tlandaome girl." he remarked to
the man. behind blm. and then he
passed out of her sight, perhaps for-
"Tbe womaa with blm," cried Jane,
her eyes following the beautiful crea
ture at his side "Is she my mother?"
f41J 0rB,1,n averting hla
eyes to iVoid her expressions "she Is
his wife." w
Druom waited until the party was
out of the restaurant before uttering a
word.
"lualde of two years 1 have pointed
U two father to ttietr cAUdarst-
yoors and his, Jane. Tour- mothers
are dead. There Isn't much choice as
to fathers. If I were you, I'd say I
had the better of the bargain. Take
an old man's advice, both of yon, and
let bygones be bygones. Start life
DW, Just as If nothing had happened
before, and get every atom of happi
ness out of It that yon can. Don't yon
two pay for the sins of your fathers.
"I couldn't live In New York If be
were-llvlng bere," murmured Jane..
"Iley, waiter, your bill," said Droom,
with sudden harshness.
1 It was snowing and the wind was
blowing a gale when they emerged
from the place. Jane hung heavily
upon Graydon's arm. He could feel
that she was sobbing. He did not
dure to look Into her face, bnt he felt
something cruelly triumphant sllrglng
In his heart Ellas Droom waited un
til their cab came up. Then be offered
his hand to both hesitatingly, even
timidly.
"Good night Be happy. There is
nothing else left for you but that
Graydon, when you write to your fa
ther give him'my love." .
CHAPTER XXXII.
tOOM stood for a few mo
ments In the hurtling
snowstorm, abstractedly
gazing toward Longaere
square. The chill In hla
marrow was not from
the blizzard that swept down upon
him. The gaunt gray look In his face
was not that of hunger or want There
was' fever In his brain and chill In his
heart He had forgotten Jane's trivial
tragedy. His one overwhelming thonght
waa of James Bansemer.
The heavy ulster waa unbuttoned, and
the Bnowflakes pelted In against his
neglected shirt front A doorman call
ed hla attention to the oversight He
came to himself, drew the coat close
about bis long frame and hurried off
down Fifth avenue; The storm was so
vicious that he boarded a crosstown
car at Forty-second street A man el
bowed him in the narrow vestibule. .He
looked up and gasped aloud in sudden
terror. An Instant Inter he laughed at
his fears. Tho man was not James
Bansemer. A cold perspiration started
out over h's body, however. Through
bis brain there' went racing the ever
revolving cry:
"He'll come straight to me straight
to me!" ' i . ;
The hour was not late, but the bliz
zard had driven the crowds from the
streets. Eighth avenue sidewalks were
deserted except for the people who
were obliged to brave the storm. As
Droom hurried south to his lodgings be
became possessed of a racking belief
that some one was following close upon
his heels some one who wns rushing
np to deal him a murderous blow In tho
back. The old man actually broke Into
a frantic run In covering the last half
block.
' It was not until he was In his rooms,
with the door bolted, that he could rid
himself of the dread. The fire had
gone out and the light waa low. His
teeth chattered and his band shook as
he raised the wick, in the lamp. The
palsy of Inexplicable fear was upon
him. Kneeling before the stove, he be
gan to rebuild tho Are. His back was
toward the door, and hi turned an
anxious face In that direction from
time to time. Footsteps on the stair
way sent a chill through his gaunt
frame. They passed on up the next
nignt, out ne waitea Dreatniessry until
he heard the door of the apartment
above slam noisily. '
, For half an hour be sat huddled In
front of the store without removing
his hat and Ulster. .i .
"Curse the rock!" ha was saying over
and over again to himself, sometimes
a toad. "Why should he have a par
don r What are the laws fort Cnrse
that meddling old fool Clegg! They'll
set blm free, and he'll hunt me out; 1
know he wltL Ho won't forgive me
for that day's work. He may he free'
now. It may have been he who fol
lowed me. But not That's a silly
thing to think. It takes weeks and
months to get a pardon. Maybe may
bo they won't got It, after all."
Ho tried to throw off his deSpcrate
feeilng of apprehension, chattering all
sorts of comforting reasona and ex
cuses to hhnself as be scurried about
the rooms with aimless haste. Try as
he would, however, when tboe time
came he ronld not read not even of his
courage Inspiring Napoleou. The howl
of the wind annm-ed and appalled him.
He canght hlnSelf listening Intently
for sounds above and not of the storm.
A nervous. Intermittent laugh broke
from hta Hps as he went on curstug
hira.e(f for fool to be so disturbed
by Graydon's report
"What have I to fear from him?
Why should I let that look of hla un
nerve me sor Whan't I forget It? It
It (lldnt mean anything. I'm a fool
to think of It Nearly two years ago,
that was. . Why. he may be" A new
thought chased the old one out before
It was formed. Hla eyes canght sight
of one of his completed models stand
ing In the corner. It was the model
for the guillotine.
u long tlmeOe sat staring at
the thine, a hundred Impressions form
ing and reforming bis brain.
"t wijader If IT! really die before he
Is liberated." he was saying dumTjly to
himself. "I wonder If I will. There's
no sign of It now. I'm strong and
well enough to live for years. Sup
pose be Is freed Inside of a month or
two. What then? By heaven, I'd be
losing the dearest hope of my whole
life. My last sight of him that beau
tiful vision behind the bars would
be spoiled, undone, wiped out He'd
be as free as I. I won't die Inside of
a month, I'm sure. He'd come here
and laugh at me. and he'd kill me la
the end. God! I know he would. He'd
have the Joy of seeing my pain and
terror and defeat he'd see me last!
I'd be bloody and crushed and"
He checked himself In the midst of
these dire forebodings to rise suddenly
and cross to the ghastly looking frame
with the cords, the hinges and the
great broadax that ley harmlessly In
the grooves at the top. For many
minutes he stood and gazed at the ax,
his flesh as cold as Ice. Then be
tested the cords. The ax dropped
heavily to the block below.
The odor of geranium leaves assailed
bis nostrils. With an ugly Impulse he
turned and swept the pots from the
window box. scattering them over the
floor.
He lifted the broadax to its place,
tenderly, almost lovingly. "By my
soul. It's a beautiful "piece of work.
It's as sure as the grave Itself."
Again ho stood off and looked at tho
Infernal bit of his own handiwork,
his eyes glistening with dread of the
thing. He turned and fled to the op
posite side of the room, keeping his
back toward the silent guillotine which
seemed to be calling to him. He glanced
slyly, fearfully, over his shoulder and
then faced the thing deliberately, his
jaws set bis eyes staring.
It Is a quick way a sure way," ne
muttered. "I haven't anything to live
for and but a few years at most No
body cares whether I live or die not
even I. James Bansemer could not bat
ter me down, as he surely will, If I"
He crossed to an old chest and . un
locked Its lid with feverish haste. A
bundle of papers came np In the grasp
of hla tense Angers. Casting dreadful
irlanecs at the Insistent ax. he seated
himself at the table and began looking
over the papers.
He won't take his father's rotten
money, but he'll take mine. Its honest
It represents wages honestly, bitterly
earned. There's more than $20,000 to
give him. He'll be surprised. Twenty
thousand!" He laid the first paper, his
will drawn In favor of Graydon Ban
semer, signed snd addressed, upon the
table and tben carelessly tossed the
other documents Into the chest "By
the Lord Harry, I'll have the best of
James Bansemer yet. His boy will
take my money even though he spurns
his. Godl I wish 1 could see him
when be knows all this. It would be
glorious!"
He fingered the document for a tense
moment and then arose to remove his
coat and vest These he hung away In
his closet with all hla customary care
fulness. In the middle of the room he
stopped, his quivering face turned to
ward the gaunt thing of execution. His
feet seemed nailed to the floor. His
brain was urging blm to go on with the
horrid deed; bis body was rebelling.
Suddenly he -found bis strength of
limb. With a guttural howl he clasped
his hands to his eyes and fled blindly
Into his bedroom. Hurling his long,
shivering frame upon the bed, he tried
to shut ont the enticing call of the
thing of death. How long he quivered
there, shuddering and struggling, be
could not have told. In tho end and as
suddenly as he had fled he leaped up
and with a shrill laugh dashed back
Into the other room.
There was no hesitation In his body
now. With a maniacal glee he rushed
upon the devilish contrivance In the
corner, tearing the ax from its place
with ruthless hands. Throughout the
building rang the sounds of smashing
wood, furious blows of steel upon
wood, and high above the din arose
the laugh of Ellas Droom. In two min
utes the guillotine lay In chips and.
splinters about the room. .
Dropping back, against the wall, wet
with perspiration, a triumphant grtn
upon bis face,- Ellas surveyed , the
wreckage. Hla muscles relaxed and
bis eyes lost the dread that had. filled
them. .The smile actually grew Into
an expression of sweetness and peace
that his face had never known before.
As he staggered to a chair a great
sigh of relief broke from his lips.
rt.?Ohere!" he gaspedr "It's over; It's
oven My head is on my shoulders
It really la after alll It Is not rolling
Into the corner no, nol By my bead
my own baad, too it was a doso call
for you, Ellas Droom. Now 1'U take
what comes. I'll wait for James Ban
aemerl I'll stick It out to the end. If
he comes, he'll Hud me here. I've
conquered the Infernal death that
stood waiting so long for me In thnt
corner, and 1 never suspected It either.
How near it was to me! It stood there
and waited for me t come, it knew
that 1 would come sooner or later!
But I've smashed It It's gone! It's
not there!"
With eager hands he gathered up
the pieces of wood and cast tbem Into
the stove. As the remains of that
frlghtfnl minister of death craved
and spit with defeated, venom Ullan
Droom calmly polled on his worn dress
ing gown, lighted his pipe and' cocxed
hla feet upon the stove rail, a serene
look In his eyos, a chuckle In bis
throat
CHAPTER XXXIII.
lANE CAEOB upon enter
ing the cab offered no re
sistance when Graydon
drew ter bead over
against his shoulder. His
stronir right band clasped
her listless Sneers, aud the warmth of
his heart came bounding Into her veins
as If by magic. He did not speak to
her. but she knew that he was claiming
her then for all time. She knew that
nothing could stand In the way of Mi
purpose. The sobs grew less despair
ing, her understanding of things less
vague and uncertnln. A few moments
before she had felt that Bhe was no
kin to the world; now there wns a new
appreciation of love and Its greatness
In her soul.
This man had loved- her. and he
would take her up and shield her
against the bate of the world. There
rhad not been a moment when her own
love for him wavered. She worshiped
him now as she had In the beginning.
The- revelation of Droom, the theatric
scenes In the cafe, the crushing of the
small hope she had cherished, all con
spired In this secure moment to waken
her into a realization of what an over
balancing power love Is.
Unconsciously her lingers lightened
upon his, and her body drew closer.
She was arraying herself against the
fear that she might lose this haven of
rest and Joy. after all the haven she
had been willing to scourge and destroy
In the bitterness of her heart A great
wove of pity for herself came sweeping
over her. It grew out of the dread that
he might after all, deny her the place
that no one else In the world could
gtve. .-
' Graydon's cold face was suddenly Il
lumined. The Incomprehensible sweet
ness of pain rushed through his blood.
He had given np his hope as Mlghtsd
after the harsh hour with Droom. He
could not believe his new found mc
cese. Doubt, nnbellef, enveloped him
as he raised her head, a kiss crying for
Ms kind. His arm crept behind her
shoulders. She did not offer a repulse.
Her wet cheek touched his hi submis
sion. It was the first time his hungry
arms had held her In centuries. It
seemed to him and to her. It was the
first time their Hps bhd met, except In
dreams, since that horrid night so
long ago.
"Jane, Jane!" he was whispering In
her ear. Her plans, her purposes, her
sacrifices, were running away from her
In riotous disorder. She could not bold
them In check. They fled-like weak
lings before the older and stronger
hopes and desires.
They did not know of the blockade of
cabs at the corner of Forty-secoad
street nor how long they stood there.
Shouting cabmen and police officers
tried to rival the white blizzard in pro
fnseness, bnt they did not hear them.
"Oh, Graydon, I cannot, I must not!"
she was crying, holding his hand with
almost frenzied disdain for the words
so plaintively loyal. "It is out of the
.question, dearest Ton know It Is. I
love you ob, how I love you! But I
I must not be your wife. I I" 1
"I've had enough of this. Jane," be
said bo firmly that she stiffened percep
tibly In bis arms. "Ifs all confounded
rot. Excuse me. but It' is. I know you
hlnk you're right, but you're not Old
Ellas gnve the best advice in the world.
You know what It was. We've Just got
to make our own happiness. Nobody
else will do It for usr and It's Just ns
easy to be bappy as it Is to be the other
way. I'm tired of pleading. I've wait
ed as long as I Intend to. We're going
to be married tomorrow."
"Graydon!"
"Don't refuse! It's no use, dearest
We've lost a year or two. I don't in
tend to lose another day. What do I
care about your father and mother?
What did they care about you? Tou
owe all the rest ef your life to year
sett and to me. Come, will yon eon
sent willingly or" He paused. She
was very etui hi his anna for a kmc
. ;"" .-
t "I do so want to be happr."' ah
said at hurt, reflectively. "No, no!
Don't say anything yet I am only
wondering how It will be after we've
been married for a few years. When
Tm growing old and plain and you
begin to tiro of me, as most men grow
weary of their wives what then?
Ah, Graydon, I I have thought about
all that too. Toull 'never reproach
me openly you couldn't do that I
know. But you may secretly nourish
the scorn which"
"Jane," he said, dropping the tone of
confident authority and speaking very
tenderly, "you forget that my father
Is a convict You forget that he has
don things which will forever keep
me a beggnr nt your feet I am ask
ing you to forgetnnd overlook much
more than you could ever ask of me.
Old Ellas, wretch that he is, bus point
ed out our ways for us. They run to
getjajr In splto of what may conspire
to divide tbem. Jane, I love my soul,
but I love you ten thousand times bet
ter than my soul." . ...
"I dtrt not believe I could ever be A
h . ru J . i h . - . .
nwwo. ine nrarurarea. prrttaag
her hands to bis face.
ToifcrTOw, dear?" O
Graydon, rejoicing in hla final vio
tory, hurried to his rooms later in the
evening. OAs he waa about to entiO
iuo eievator be noticed a gray suited
boy In brass buttonsPwho stood near
by, an Inquiring look lu his face.
"This is Mr. Bansemer," observed
the laconic youth who ran the slnglf
levator In the apartment building.
"Sthlng for me?" demanded
Graydon, turning to the boy in sj
"Special delivery letter, sir. Sign
here.". ,
Graydon took the thick envelope
from the boy's hand. With a start, he
recognized his father's handwriting.
Curiously he turned the letter over in
his fingers as be ascended In the car,
wonder growing in his brain. He did
nof wait to remove his overcoat on en
tering hla rooms, but strode to the light
and nftvously tore open the envelope.
Dread, hope, anxiety, conspired to
make his fingers tremble. There were
many closely written pages. How well
be remembered his father's writing!
As he read his eyes grew wide with
wonder and unbelief. They raced
through the pages, wonder giving way
to Joy and exultation aa he neared the
end of the astounding message from
the faraway prisoner.. ,
A' shout forged to his' Hps. He hug
ged the letter to his heart. Tears came
Into his eyes, and a sob broke In his
throat.
"Thank God!" he cried, throwing
himself Into a chair to eagerly re-i:l
and reread the contents of tlu let:cr
Suddenly he sprang to bis -fart
dashed across the loom to ;!:, lei"
phone. ,
"She will die of Jsyr !v teirvnt-'v '
In the transports of e-ciiil. .::::'. :;. '. Ui
minutes later lie was on his ay to li u
hotel, clutching the priceless U-:t.y In
his bare fingers deep dmvn i:i over
coat pocket. He had Hhoiitud over the
"phone that the good news would not
keep till morning, and she was waiting
up for him with Mi', and Mrs. Cable,
consumed by curiosity.
"This letter," he gasped as he entered
the room "from father! He's written,
Jane,, everything. I knew be would.
"T did not believe I could eixsr be to
happy ngaUi," she nwrocwixZ.
Ellas didn't know It all. He knew half
of the truth; that's all. Good Lord, I
1 can't read It Mr. Cable! You.
please." (
David Cable,, white faced and trem
bling, read aloud the letter from James
Bansemer. It was to "My beloved
son." The first appealing sentences
were given to explanation and apology
for the determined silence be had main
tained for so many months. : He spoke
casually of bis utter Indifference to the
success of certain friends who were
working for his pardon. "If they se
cure my release," be wrote, '-"I shall
find happiness if you clasp my band
but ence before I leave America for
ever." Farther oa be said: "I will not
accept parole."-It Is a poor premium
on virtue, and, as you know, my stock,
of that commodity has been miserably
low." : ....... i - ' " ; i
"I may be required to serve my full
term," read David Cable.. "In that
case we should not see one another
for years, my son. You have much to
forgive, and I have much more to for
get We can best see our ways to the
end If we Beek them apart The dark
. places, won't seem so black. .
My sole purpose in writing this letter
to you, my son. Is to give back to you
us much happiness as I can possibly
extract from this pile of misery. I
am not pleading for anything; I am
simply surrendering to the good Im
pulses that are once more coming Into
their own after all these years of sub
jection. 1 an net apologising
to the Cables. ... 1 am deteg this ' tor
your sake and for the girl who has
wronged no one and ta whoa I have
acted with a baseness whiaa anuses
me as I reflect po It testae these
narrow walls. -;i.--.. . n v-..-:.-
'Ton will recall that I woo Id have
permitted you to merry her I mean,
in the beginning. - Perhaps K was aptte
which Interposed later on. At least
be charitable enough to call It that
Clegg has been here 'to see me. He
says you are bound to make Jane Ca
ble your wife. I knew you would.
For a long time I have beld out un
reasonably, I admit against having
her as my daughter. I could not en
dure the thought of giving you up al
together. Don't you comprehend my
thought? I cannot bring myself to
look again into her eyes after what
she saw In this accursed prison.
She was born In wedck. The
story Is not a log one. Ellas Droom
knows the names of her father and
mother, but I am Anfldent that he
does not know all of the circum
stances. For once I was too shrewd
for him." The story of my dealings In
connection with Jane Cable Is a shame
ful one, and T cannot hope for pardon
either from) yeu or from her."
Here he related as concisely as poe
afMe the incidents attend tag Mrs. Ca
ble's first visit to bis office and the
subsequent adoption f the babe. - -
"1 knew that there were wealth and
power behind the mystery. There was
AprofitaMe scandal in the background,
unknown to Mrs. Cable, I began In
vestigations of my own. She bad
made little or no effort to dlsSver the
parents of the child. She could have
had no purpose In doing so, I'll admit
Here he gave In detail the prS
ress of his investigations at the Foufsa
Ungs' home, at the health oOeQ at
certuln nnsavorv hnarfUnu j
er channels of possibility l , .
loot I J . At
l"c ""cior ana then the
nurse. After thatftt was easy to nn
earth the records of a child's blrih
and of a mother's death, all in N
York city. . . . Droom can
the names of Jane's parents, siibebn,
tlatlng the names I have st ETen
to you. He did not know that they
bad been marrleu n,.nrir. . J
... ,j l vy v ypflm
prior to the birth of the child. It was
a viauucuuue uiumage. wpnr
straight to the fatbfl- of the fonndllnr
He was then but little more than twen!
ty-one years or age, a wild, ruthless,
overbearing, heartless scouudrel who
hnd more money but a much smaller
conscience than I. Today he Is
a great and. I believe, rcpected gen
tleman, for he comes of good stock
I had him trembling eti hla knees
before me. He told me the truth.
Egad, my son. I am rather proud of
that hour with him.
"It seems that this young selon of a
wealthy house had lost his insecure
heart to tho daughter of a real aristo
crat I say real because her fatuer
was a pure Knickerbocker of the old
school.' He was naturally as poor ns
poverty Itself. With his beautiful
daughter he was living in lower New
York, barely subsisting, 1 may say ou
the meager Income tiiat found Its wuv
to him through the upstairs lodgers in
the old homo.. Here lived Jane's moth
er, cherishing the traditions of her
blood, while her fnther, sick and fee
ble, brooded over the days when he
was a king In Babylon. - The hand
some, wayward lover came Into her
life when she' was nineteen. They
were married secretly In the city of
Boston.
"The young husband Imposed silence
until after ..he had arttalned his ma
jority. There was a vast fortune at
stake. In plain words, bis father had
forbidden the marriage. He had se
lected another one to be the wife of
hla son. Jane was bora In
the second year of their wedded life.
It was of course Important that the
fact should be kept secret I am In
closing a slip of paper containing the
names of the minister, the doctor aad
the nurse who afterward attended her,
together with the record of death. It
Is nave convenient to handle than this
bulky letter, whloh I trust you will
destroy. Tou will also find the oani
of the hospital In which Jane "was
born and where her mother died ten
days later. I may say In this con
nection that not one of the persons
mentioned knew the true name of the
youug mother, nor were they sure of
the fact that she was a wife. Her
gravestone In the old cemetery bears
the name of the maiden, not the wife.
Her father never.knew the truth.
"What I did in the premises need
not be , told. That Is a part of my
past. I learned how the cowardly
young father, glad to be out of the
affair so easily, hired the nurse to
leave the bnhy on the doorstep. Tbea
I went to the banker whose son be
was. I had ubsolnte proof of the mar
riage. He paid me well to keep the
true story from reaching the public
The sen was whisked abroad, and he
afterward married the girl of his fa
ther's choice. I do not believe that he
has ever gives a thought to the where
abouts . or welfare of his child. It
waa her heritage of caste I
-"If Jane cares to claim her rights as
this man's lawful daughter, proof la
ample and undeniable. I fancy, how
ever, she will find greater Joy as the
daughter of - David Cable. Her own
father has less of n heart than yours,
for, after nil. my sou. I love you be
cause you nre mine. Love me If you
can. I have nothing else left that I
care for. Remember thift I am al
ways your loving father,
"JAMES BANSEMER."
CROUP QUICKLY CURED.
bon't Let the Child Choke te Beatb
While Waiting for flie Doctor ,.
Croup should nave prompt treat
ment. The life of many a dear one
has been sacrificed because the right
remedy was not at hand.
Pay close attention to the child
who Is feverish, thirsty, and occa
sionally coughs dryly and shrilly.
This Is the first stage of croup, ana
instant treatment should be given.
Hyoma:, the miraculous antiseptic
dry air treatment, will cure croup in
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thon nnv nlhor rnmfidV the tcrrlDU
inflamed membrane of the windpipto
s soothing balsams act immeuiaic.,.
the Inflammation Is allayed, aad me
swelling reduced. , ... ,
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asleep.. Our children, being sub "ci
to crouT, we feel safe with Hyomel in
the house, and I am glad to aP'""
good word for a remedy that win ro
croup of Its terrors." Rev. oeo.
osn. pastor of the M. E. churcn.
South Londonderry. Vt. .
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