Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-09-25

showed that he was still unaer tine lnnuence
| of the frenzied excitement which had led
him to attack me.
So soon as Branksome was able to leave
Fosdyke in sole charge Of the ruffian he
turned upon me, and in language, hes stern.
ness of which astonished me, he said:
"You see the effect your statement has
had upon this man. Probably you see in il
some confirmation of the extraordinary sus.
picions you appear to entertain regarding
him.. I know not and I care not whether it
is so; but this l must tell you, Mr.. Fenton,
that to your dying day you will regard with
horror and remorse the act to which you
have just confessed"
"What do you mean by such a statement
Surely I had a right"
Enough. enough, sir!" he cried in a voice
which hardly recognized as his. excuse
| my inability to ak to you in conventional
tones or terms. But I cannot handy words
| with you at present. God in His mercy
grant that something may yet happen to
avert the evil which 1t is but too certain that
you have done by your inexcusable conduct"
tried to justify myself, but it was in vain.
Feeling more like a culprit than I had ever
done in my life before, I left the cabin and
went to my own state room. I am not a
coward, but I confess that l passed an un-
! easy night, knowing that Flinter was on
board the yacht. At every moment I expected
to hear his footstep by the side of my berth,
and to feel his hands upon my throat.
Neither Branksome nor Fosdyke had much
to say to me lex day. Fosdyke's nervous
ness was unmistakable, and when I spoke to
him he answered in monosyllables. Drank
some was grave and preoccupied. His man.
ner to me was courteous, but decidedly cold.
When afternoon fell we were running up
the Humber, over which a light November
fog hung, adding to ones depression of
spirits. In another hour I knew that I
should be free from the yacht. l could not
bear the thought of parting on unfriendly
terms from Branksome. I had fallen COM
pletely under the sway of the mans char
acter, and had recognized that fascination
to which Daisy and all others who knew him
we'll had succumbed before me. It was al
most huinbly that I approached him now.
and asked him to pardon me il I had been
guilty of any indiscretion in sending the tele-
grams from T%rondhjem.
He looked at me for a moment with that
searching, fearless gaze which was charac-
teristic Of the man. Then he spoke:
ut is who ought to ask you to pardon
me, Mr.. Fenton. l undoubtedly was guilty
of a breach Of good manners in speaking to
you as I did last night. But I was agitated
to an extent of which you can know moth
ing. You ask me whether you were guilty
of an indiscretion in sending that message
to the Barton police. All! sir, I dare not
hint even to you the terrible suspicion that
fills my mind, and that has intensified a
hu%ndred-fold my grief at the death of my
benefactor. If you knew the feeling of ap-
prehension with which l am awaiting our
arrival in port, and the news we NAV find
there, you will not wonder that l lost con-
troll of myself last night. l can only say
now, as l said then, God grant that my
worst fears as to the possible consequences
of your act may not be verifiedw
What did his strong language meant 1t
was evident that he was resolved to leave
events to interpret 1t. Full of trouble and
perplexity, l waited with impatience for
the moment when we should arrive in port.
AS we slackened speed off the entrance to
thedocksI l saw a boat, containing the customs
and other officials of the port, putting out to
meet us. In the Prov of the boat was a TEL
egraph messenger. Branksome, Fosdyke and
l stood side by side, leaning oyer the bull
warks of the yacht and awaiting the APP
proach Of the little craft. There was none
" oAh~p IVY Ouo VAA<4t0AuuV WulCA USUALLY Dr6s
walls OF board a vessel entering port after ,
voyage. Our tongues were silent, and on,
faces showed too clearly the anxiety that
possessed our minds. Above us the leaden
cloud of log hung like a pull. Its desolation
and gloom seemed to lave taken possession
of our hearts.
We heard the measured beat of the oars as
the boat drew near, I'M we could see the
features of the men occupying it To me
they seemed to wear an air of stern preoccu.
patton. 1t was only the innocent little tele.
graph boy in the PROV of the boat who
seemed altogether careless and unconcerned
and yet, too, probably. he was the messenger
of doom, whose coming we dreaded.
The gangway had been lowered and the
customs and health officers came quickly
aboard, saluting US as they did so. They
were followed Immediately by the telegraph
messenger.
"Mr. Fenton here's" I snatched from his
hand the envelope he held towards me and
without waiting to see If he had any mes.
sage for Branksome and Fosdyke I turned
away to read that addressed to myself.
1t was from the chief constable at Barton
and was brief. "Thanks for message. Shall
be glad of personal interview at earliest con-
venicnce."
L felt relieved. After all there was nothing
very terrible in this dispatch, nothing to
Justify tho dark f~orebodings of Branksome.
Yet with the feeling of relief was mingled a
sense of disappointment. I had hoped that
possibly | might have received a message
from Daisy.
l turned to look for Branksome but could
see nothing either of him or Fosdyke. AT
tl0f mOn1oOt nno IF %bo non,>o. ,rLo l,.l
boarded us in the customs boat came up tc
me and entered into conversation.
"Perhaps you would like to see the even.
ing paper, sir. got it just as we left the
landing stage. You will find in it the latest
news about the Great Lorton mystery. But,
ny the way" he continued, rs though a
alden light had broken upon his mind,
tho Golden Hawk was the name of Mr..
Mauleverer's yacht, was it not? Is it pos.
sible that you are a friend of his! Have you
heard-p
III an agony of impatience l interrupted
him, and asked him to allow lie to look al
the newspaper.
You will see the latest telegram there
he said, indicating a particular spot, as ]
took the sheet into my hands.
l saw at once that "the Great Lorton
mystery" was the leading feature of the
issue. 1t filled a column of the paper-a
column adorned with big type and striking
head lines. l carefully ran my eye down.
wards, not taking in the sense of the words
l read, until I came to the place indicated
by the man, and foun the following:
--LATEST INTELLIGENCE.
ARREST ON SUSPICION.
"BARroN, Friday morning.
"This morning Mr.. Eastmead, chief con.