Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1869-03-20

] IuSutu uI w ilit ODNtINUiOIN anu gain
cred round me as | sat at the tclcscopc
They were silent for some time, and
could feel, though my eyes were en-
gagged, that they were Watching me in
tcntly.
Nv hat was his name - | asked after
while.
Oils name is Mason" somebody re
piled, civilian Mason
Then there was n silence again, and I
went on watching.
" For Gods sake. what il it - erie d
the old housekcepcr suddenly in answer
to some involuntary exclamation Of
mine.
"rhc door has opened
as he coming out ~
No one appeared for /; IN Jmcnt ut
last some one passed out. 1t was not he
however, ii was an old woman carrying
Il bundle.
There were several false alarms of this
kind, rs different people who had been
taking refreshments at the tap came out.
At last, after longer interval than
usual, the door once more opened.
''Iti is uc," said, hardly knowing, till
| heard the confused murmur of an OK
clamation from the group behind me.
ole has come out and is gone. and the
gardener will be too late ~
l could still see hr and could ma q
out which way he was going
"Is there anybody belonging to the
stable here?''
"Ies, sir"
"Get a horse saddled at oncc, and
bring him around, the swiftcst you have
inn
| soon heard the mans footsteps clat-
tcring down the stairs.
can you see him?" asked the Old
house-keeper
Nov [ can, but | shall not he able to
do so long, The part Of the road he is
now approaching is hidden from my
view.
Very soon my prediction came true.
There was turn III the road. Trees and
buildings and rising ground interviewed
and hid the figure. 1t dad not show l.
gain for a long space; when il did, it
came out by the railroad sta ion.
| sat and thought the situation over,
and the conviction forced itsci fupon me
more and more strongly, that this rail-
way station would BE- the ultimate des-
tination of the murderer, and and that
the only chance now was to keep stead
y watch upon its approaches. But my
eyes, especially the left eye which had
to keep closed, were now so tired that
could hardly use them. found it, how
ever, by no means easy 20 get a substi-
tute.
There were only present at this time
the women servants and a boy. The
boy could not be trusted of course and
the women, one and al, proclaimed as
they seated themselves by turns before
the glass, that they could only see
something dark bobbing up and down
at the end ofit.N AT last it was suggest
ed that Martin, the wears factotum,
-lN< l,oA ~ - of n,, b1r
this time, and servant being dispatched
in search of him, he presently appeared
and took my place at the glass through
which he could see perfectly.
" He lives just there, sir, between the
part OF the road whore you say he dis
appeared and the station, ~ said Martin,
, when he had heard all the foregoing
particulars ''just behind that row Of
poplars you see down yonder."
This opened new view Of the matter.
Martin suggested that perhaps he had
gone home, AMI that the right course
might be to end there to capture him.
The propriety of this however, doubt
ed.
" Keep attention fixed upon that
station,' | SAIL "and let me be inform
ed of all that goes on there. He will
find his way there at last"
Martin kept his glass fixed on the liz
tie building in silence. Everything
appeared to be at a stand still for a mo-
ment.
An old woman carrying a basket is
making her way slowly to the station,
said Martin; g one or two people are
beginning to arrive"
" What sort of people? ~
"Oh, not our man. One is a lad,
looks like gentleman's groom, come
10 to1, rNhn ntl ic :,
miller with a sack of meal. There are
signs of some stir about the place, and l
can make out the porter moving about
What time is it, sir ~ asked The man
very suddenly,
Twenty minutes past four" | an
swered.
"The down train is due at twenty
nine minutes past four" said Martin
That accounts for the hustle"
"Whcre does it go ?' l asked.
4" It's the Bristol train, sir" was the
answer.
Just the place where | thought lhe
murderer would want to go.
"There's cart driven by an old man
with great many parcels, which the
porters are removing, and taking into
the station thers's man with cou-
pie of pointers coupled. The trains
coming sir, | can see the smoke, and
they'e working the signals as hard as
they can do. Here's a carriage driving
up with pair of white horses. It's the
Westbrook carriage,-I see the liveries.
4 There's quire Westbrooke getting out,
and there are the two young ladies.
Here's the postman with his leather
bag. Here's woman with little boy !;
the trains in now, and they're just go
ing to shut the doors. Here comes
somebody running. He's volunteer,
one of our own corps. He'll be late.
No; the porter sees him. and beckons
him to make haste. The volunteer runs
harder than ever. the porter drags him