The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1885-06-27

issued from the entry, still followed by
the wondering eyes of the man IN the
sleeved waistcoat. He once more consult
ed his watch; there was but fourteen min
utes left to him.
At the corner of the Haymarket, he
hailed hanson cab; jumped in; babe the
fellow drive him to part of the EN-.
bankment, which he named as soon as
the vehicle was in motion, concealed the
bag as completely as he could under the
vantage of the apron, and once more
drew out his watch So he rode for five
interminable minutes. his heart in his
mouth at every jolt. scarce able to pos
sess his terrors, yet fearing to wake the
attention of the driver by too obvious
change of plan, and willing. if possible.
to leave him time to forget the Gladstone
bag
At length, at the head OF some stairs
on the embankment. he hailed; the cab
was stopped, and he alighted-with how
glad heart he thrust his hand into his
pocket. All was now over; he had saved
his life; not that alone, but he had engi-
neered a striking act of dynamite; for
what could be more pictorial, what more
effective. than the explosion of hanson
cab as it spread rapidly along the streets
of London He felt in one pocket, then
in another The most crushing seizure of
despair descended on his soul. and struck
into abject dumbness, he stared upon the
driver. He had not one penny.
Hello" said the driver, don't seem
well I" 4R3s
Lost my money!" said MGuire, in
tones so faint and strange that they sur
prised his hearing,
The man looked through the trap. IL
dessay," said he; You've left your bag
MGuire half unconsciously fetched it
ont, and looking on that black continent
at arms length. withered inwardly and
felt his features sharpen as with mortal
sickness.
This is not mine" said he.
Your last fare must have left it
You had better take it to the station. ]"
Now look here, returned the cabman
"are you of your chump or am ~
well, then, I'll tell you what" ex
claimed M'Guire, you take it for your
fare"
"Oh. l dessay," replied the driver.
Anything else2 What's in the bsg2
Open it and let me see.
mo, no" returned MGuire. "Oh, no,
not that. It's surprise; its prepared
expressly; surprise for honest cabmen"
mo you don't" said the man, alght-
ing from his perch, and coming very
close to the unhappy patriot, You're
either going to pay my fare, or get In
again and drive TO the office.
1t was at this supreme hour of his dis
tress that MGuire spied the stout figure
of one Godall, tobacconist of Rupert
street, drawing near along the embank>
ment.
Thank Godr he erie Here comes
II friend of mine; I'll borrow" And he
dashed to meet the tradesman, Sir.
said he, Mr.. Godall, l have dealt will
you-you doubtless know my face-ca
amities for which | cannot bla me mysel
have overwhelmed me. Oh, sir, for tn
love of innocence, for the sake of the
bonds of humanity, and as you hope fo
mercy at the throne of grace, lend mt
two and SKI"
Il do not recognize your face, replied
Mr. Godall; but | remember the cut o
your. beard, which have the misfortune
to dislike Here. sir. is sovereign
which very willingly advance to you OF
the single condition that you shave you
chin"
MGuire grasped the coin without
word, cast it to the cabman, calling on
to him to keep the change; bounde'
down the steps, flung the bag far fort
into the river, and fell headlong after ii
He was plucked from a watery grave, it
believed, By the hands of Mr.. Godal
Even as he WIS being hoisted, dripping
to the shore, a dull and choked explosio
/, shook the solid masonry Of the embank
ment, and far out in the river a moment
airy fountain rose and disappeared