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"Yes, my boy, it is true I didn't write to you about it, because I wanted to put it off as long as I could It's for five years"

"God!" burst frorief sent the tears flooding to his eyes "Poor old dad!" He turned and walked to the , his shoulders heaving Droo Bansemer's son, pity and triumph in his face

"Do you want to hear about it?" he asked at last Graydon's head was bent in assent

"It cao with the recruits I knew you would not read the newspapers So did he Harbert swore out the papers and he was arrested here in this office I believe he would have killed hiiven time His revolver was--er--not loaded Before the officers caainst him I did neither Of course, I was arrested, but they could only prove that I was a clerk who knew absolutely nothing about the inside workings of the office I offered to go on his bond but he would not have h his attorney, and bail was secured In spite of the fact that he was charged with cri to do business It wasn't because he needed money, Graydon, but because he wanted to lead an honest life, he said He has a great deal of rand jury indicted hi but the trial did not come up until last month--nearly a year later--so swift is justice in this city In theon an invention and, besides, there were detectives watching every movement I made I stuck close to my rooms By the way, I want to show you a couple of et it They--"

"Yes, yes--but father? Go on!"

"Well, the trial came up at last That man Harbert is a devil He had twenty witnesses, any one of whoot onto theine He uncovered every deal we've--er--he had in Chicago and--"

"Then he really was guilty!" groaned Graydon

"Yes, my boy, I knew it, of course They could not force ainst him, however I was too smart for theo The motion for a new trial was overruled He went to Joliet If he had been a popular alderman or ward boss he would have been out yet on continuances, spending most of his sentence in some fasionable hotel, to say the least"