The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1869-02-05

ol night course might be to send ther,
he to capture him. The propriety O
il this, however, / doubted.
ct Keep your attention fixed upol
m the station / said, 'and let me b.
e. informed of all that goes ON there
m He will find his way there at last
m Martin kept his glass fixed on The
little building in silence. Everything
'e appeared to be at stand-still for th,
y moment.
) 'An old woman carrying a basket
&C is making her way slowly to the sta
r tion,' said Martin 'one or two peo
n pie are beginning to arrive
IS what sort of people,
d o, not our man. One is lad
N looks like gentleman's groom
d come to fetch some parcel. The
d other is miller with sack of meal
:, There are signs of some stir about
g the lace, and / can make out the
/; porters moving about. What time
!, is it, sir 2 asked the man, suddenly.
v Twenty minutes past FOUR l an
] swered.
I The down train is due at 4:29,
e said Martin. That accounts for the
: bustle.'
4 Where does it go?' asked.
: It's the Bristol train, sir,' was the
t answer.
/ Just the place where l thought the
2 murderer would want to so.
2 There's a cart driven by an old
: man with great many parcels which
: the porters are removing, and taking
into tn. station; there's man with
a couple OF pointers coupled The
} train IS coming, sir, l can see the
smoke, and they are working the
, signals as hard as they can GO
) Here's a carriage driving up with q
pair of white horses. It's the West
brook carriage-I can see the liver
les. There's Squire Westbrook get
ting out, aht here are the two young
ladies. Here's the postman with his
leather bag. Here's a woman with
a little boy the trains in now, and
they're just .,oing to shut the doors.
Here comes somebody running. He's
q volunteer, one of our own corps.
He'll be too late. No; the porter
sees him, and beckons him to make
haste. The volunteer runs harder
harder than ever, the porter drags
him into the sta ION, and the door is
shut
is there nc 10 ~ else p 1 asked in
violent excitem mt.
Not Il soul, sir, and now the train
is off,
And are you sure you've not miss
ed any one?'
Quite sure, sir
Twas profoundly disappointed, and
for the moment puzzled how to act.
Watching the station was for the
present useless. There would not
be another train until s O'Clock at
night. The only chance under these
circumstances seemed to be the chance
of finding him at his own house.
Thither L determined to go, think
ing that even if he were not there /
might obtain some information from
the neighbors which might prove of
use. | got a description of the house
and its situation from Martin, and
leaving him with directions still To
keep watch on the station, ran down
stairs, and, finding the horse had
ordered waiting for me at the door,
went Off at full speed.
The horse carried me so well that
in very short time / had reached
the little clump OF cottages to which
| had been directed, and one of which
was the dwelling place OF the muir
derer. | dIsmounted, and throwing
my horse's bride on the palings in
front of the cottage, passed along the
little path which led to the door, and
proceeded to try the latch. The
door was locked. Looking up at
Il saw that they also were firmly
secured, and the blinds were down
The small abode had deserted look.
and felt that it was empty; but l
knocked loudly, nevertheless, and
shook the door.
The noise OF my arrival and Of my
knocking at length disturbed some
of the neighbors, and one or two OF
them appeared.
is this William Mason's house -
1 asked, addressing one of them; an
old man who looked tolerably intel
ligent, but wasn't.
Yes, Sir But he's not there now.
He's gone out the man replied, sitter |
a minute or two devoted to thought. |
Gone out? How long ago?'
'Well,' replied the man, alter more
time spent in reflection, Il should |
think it was about hall an hour
Which way did he gO?'
The old man took more time than
ever to consider this question, driv-
ing me almost wild with his delay.
Then, after looking first one way and
then the other, he pointed in the di-
rection of the station. i was already
on horseback again, and just about
to move off, when another of the
neighbors interposed.
Il do think said this one, speak
ing, if possible, little more deliber-
ately than the other, that he went to
his drill
Drill, 3 cried. 'What drill -
why, volunteer drill, to be sure.'
What l screamed, WAS he a
volunteer
Yes, sir. The parson he requires
everybody in his employment-'
l did not Wait for more, but gallop-
ed of as fast as my horse could go,
to the railway station. 1 saw it all /
now. In the interval during which
we had lost sight of the man he had /
been home, and, thinking that change
of costume might battle pursuit, had !
assumed the volunteer dress as the
best disguise at lis disposal.
Does any % here remember a
man in vol nteer uniform, who
went off just now by the down train %
This was my inquiry, addressed to-
the first person ! met at the station |
"a porter who referred me 10 thef
station clerk, to whom put the same !;
question. This man answered in the I
affirmative at once. His attention
had been particularly directed to-;
this volunteer by his having required 4
change for a five pound note at the
last moment, as the train was about
to start. II
For what place did he take fds
ticket
BRISTOL