The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1889-09-28

street down which the stranger had
turned that person had entirely disap-
peared. Mr.. Buston rushed up it,
| glancing down all the cross streets as
he ran, but not trace OF the fugitive
was to be seen.
When he had gone about quarter
OF mile Mr.. Buston retraced his steps;
as he did so, he carefully examined
again all the side streets and every spot
where he tn ought the stranger might
have taken refuge. But there were no
signs of him. There were no houses
fronting into this street, but along one
side of it opened the back doors OF a
few villa residences. Mr.. Buston tried
all these to see II the runaway might
have taken shelter there; but every
one of them was duly locked.
Disappointed and annoyed, Mr.. Bus
ton returned to the station and claimed
his luggage. Then he started off to
his friend Mr.. Ginner's lodgings. He
found that gentleman awaiting him in
no very amiable state of mind. Mr..
Buston was nearly an hour late, and,
as Mr. Ginner told him, "an hours de-
lay doesn't improve a dinner, as a
rule!' Mr.. Buston was full of his ad-
venture, but he thought it better to
keep his narrative of it until his friend
had eaten and drank; he would then
receive more sympathetic hearing.
When q plenteous dinner and a due
allowance of port had restored Mr..
Ginner's amiability, Mr.. Buston i'm
parted to him the strange experiences
of the day. Mr.. Ginner was intensely
interested. When Mr.. Buston had
finished, his friends air was very grave
and impressive.
where do you say you lost sight OF
himp" he asked.
.'At the corner of Cromwell and
Castlereagh roads" answered Mr.. Bus
ton.
And he had in his possession Free
mans Journalp" asked Mr.. Ginner.
"Yes, he had" replied Mr.. Buston.
And black bagP" asked Mr.. Ginner.
"Yes, and black bag" answered |
Mr.. Buston.
"And a sword stickp" asked Mr..
Ginner.
Yes, and sword stick" answered |
Mr.. Buston.
"And he wore green spectaclesP"
asked Mr.. Ginner.
blue spectacles," replied Mr. Bus
ton.
Mr.. Ginner shook his head impa-
tiently.
'I mean." he said, che wore colored |
spectacles as if to disguise himself.
Another questions: Did he look like a
Mr.. Buston was startled.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, 81
never saw dynamiter, but the fellow
looked cruel and daring enough for
any thing. But why do you askP"
Mr.. Ginner deliberately filed him
self glass of port and drank it before
he answered Mr.. Buston's question.
Because" he said. in u very i'm
pressive tone, "the house at the corner
of Cromwell and Castlereagh roads, to
the neighborhood of which you traced
the man, belongs to nobody else than
Mr.. Fitzpatrick, the Irish secretaryH'
Mr.. Buston lay back in his chair
speechless with amazement. Mr.. Gin
ner filled himself another glass of port
and then continued:
"You see now, suppose" he said,
"the reason of my questions. Mark
my words: the man whom you so clev
erly discovered to-day, and who be-
haved so strangely, is neither more
nor less than u dynamiter sent over
here to 'remove'-that's their phrase
the man they hate so bitterly-the
gallant Kilpatrickn
Mr.. Buston thought deeply for a few
Then he rose to his feet in
great excitement.
"By Jove, Ginner," he exclaimed,
"you have hit it. He can be nothing
but what you say-the newspaper, the
sword stick, the black-bag, the mans
fear of discovery, all point the one way.
| thought he might be a criminal fear
ing detection-a mere forger or thief
making his way to France; but your
theory is far more credible and proba-
BILE. In fact, so sure am of its truth,
that I'll go this minute to the house
and warn Mr.. Fitzpatrick of his dan
GER"
mo need to do that" replied Mr..
Ginner. "The chief secretary is not
In Folkestone at present. I'm sure of
that, because / met his housekceper
this very day, and she told me so. Mr..
only runs down here occa-
for day or two, and usually
few know he is here until he's going
or gone. He keeps his movements as
private as possible, so as to give no in
formation to the assassins who are al
ways prowling after him."
"Poor, poor fellow! What life he
leads" said Mr.. Buston. "Never sure
but he may at any moment be muir
dered by some ruthless villain, such as
the man saw day. You know, Gin
ner, how good l am at reading the
human face. Well, tell you, if ever
saw murderer written on mans coun-
tenance saw it in the face of the man
l followed tonight"
II believe you." said Mr.. Ginner,
very solemnly. "Still, Mr. Fitzpatrick
may be down here at any time SO the
best thing you can do is to walk up to
his house tomorrow morning and tell