The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-10-01

OufSe yOW CNTSe you! He cIteu.
his clinched fist at me, while passion of the
most frightful character blazed from his
evil eyes MAY be lost forever If l don't
pay you for this!'
There is no need to inflict upon my readers
the horrible imprecations be launched
: against me- or the foul epithets he applied to
me. For some minutes Branksome and Eos
dyke continued to demonstrate with him I'M
availingly. At last, however, he lapsed into
state ofssullen calm, though his bloodshot
eyes, his swollen veins, and the spumy froth
that gathered at the angles Of his mouth
showed that he was still under the influence
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 rufflan he
turned upon me, and in language, the stern
ness Of which astonished me- he said:
"You see the effect your statement has
had upon this man. Probably you see in it
s<some confirmation of the extraordinary sus-
PIGEONS you appear to entertain regarding
him. know not and / care not whether it
is so; but this 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 statement?
Surely had right"
Enough. enough, sirl" he cried in voice
which hardly recognized as his. Excuse
my inability to talk to you in conventional
tones or terms. But l cannot handy words
with you at present. God in His mercy
grant that something may yet happen to
avert the evil which it 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 l had ever
done in my life before, left the cabin and
went to my own state room. l am not a
coward, but confess that passed an I'M
easy night, knowing that Flinter was on
board the yacht. At every moment expected
to hear his footstep by the side Of my berth,
and to feel his hands upon my throat
Neither Branksome nor Fosdykc had much
to say to me next day. Fosdyke's nervous
ness was unmistakab!e, and when 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 I'D
the Humber, over which light November
fog hung. adding to zones depression of
spirits In another hour l knew that /
should be free from the yacht / could not
bear the thought Of parting on unfriendly
terms from Branksome. / had fallen COM
pletely under the sway of tho mans char
acter,. and had recognized that fascination
to which Daisy and all others who knew him
we'll had succumbed before me. 1t was al
most humbly that / approached him now,
and asked him to pardon me if L had been
guilty of any indiscretion in sending the tele-
grams from Trondhjem.
He looked at me for n moment with that
searching, fearless gaze which was charac-
tefistic of the man. Then he spoke:
l.. I..~I.< La
me, Mr.. Fenton. l undoubtedly was gull
of a breach of good manners in speaking to
you as did last night. But l was agitated
to an extent of which you can know moth
ing. You ask me whether you were guilty
of an indiscre.ion in sending that message
to the Barton police. All sir, dare not
hint even to you the terrible suspicion that
fills my mind and that has intensified a
hundred-fold my grief at the death of my
benefactor. II you knew the feeling of APP
prehension with which / am awaiting our
arrival in port and the news we may find
there, you will not wonder that / 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 VERIFIED"
What did his strong language meant 1t
was evident that he was resolved TO leave
events to interpret 1t. Full of trouble and
perplexity, ! waited with impatience for
the moment when we should arrive in port.
As we slacxened speed off the entrance to
the docks l saw boat, containing the customs
and other officials Of the port putting out 10
meet us. In the prov Of the boat was tel
egraph messenger. Branksome, Fosdyke and
stood side by side, leaning over the bull
warks Of the yacht and awaiting the APP
proach of the little craft There was none
Of that Joyous excitement which usually pre-