Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1889-09-26

out moment hesitation dashed down
the side street. When ne reached the
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 thought 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
few villa residences. Mr.. Buston tried
all these to see if 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, IAN hour s de-
lay doesn't improve a dinner, as
ruler' 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 a more sympathetic hearing.
When a plenteouS dinner and due
allowance of port had restored MIR.
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, mis- friend S air was very grave
and impressive.
"Where do you say you lost sight of
him?" he asked.
AT the corner of Cromwell and
Castlereagh roads" answered Mr.. Bus
ton.
And he had in his possession Free
man S Journal" asked Mr.. Ginner.
YES, he had" replied Mr.. Buston.
And a black bag?" asked Mr.. Ginner.
..Yes, and a black bag" answered
Mr.. Buston.
"And sword stickP" asked Mr..
Ginner.
Yes, and sword stick" answered
Mr.. Buston.
And he wore green spectacles?"
asked Mr.. Ginner.
blue spectacles," replied Mr.. Bus
ton.
Mr.. Ginner shook his head impa-
tiently.
IL mean" he said, "he wore colored
spectacles as if to disguise himself.
Another question: Did he look like a
dynamiter?"
Mr. Buston was startled.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, al
never saw a dynamiter, but the fellow
looked cruel and daring enough for
any thing. But why do you ask?"
Mr.. Ginner deliberately filed him
self glass of port and drank it before
he answered Mr.. Buston's question.
because" he said, in 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 secretary!
Mr.. Buston lay back in his chair
speechless with Amusement. Mr.. Gin
ner filled himself another glass of port
and then continues:
You see now, l suppose" he said,
1.-The reason of my questions. Mark
nv words: the man whom you so clev-
erly discovered to-day, and who be-
haved so strangely, is neither more
nor less than a dynamiter sent over
here to 'remove'-that's their phrase
the man they hate SO bitterly-the
gallant Fitzpatrick"
Mr.. Buston thought deeply for few
moments. 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 criminal fear
ing detection-a mere forger or thief
making his way to France; but your
theory is far more credible and prOba-
bic. 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 l met his housekeeper
this very day, and she told me so. Mr..
Fitzpatrick only runs down here occa-
sionally 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 l saw to-day. You know, Gin
ner, how good l am at reading the
human face. Well, tell you, if ever
saw murderer written on a man. coun-
tenance l saw it in the face of the man
l followed tonight"
Il believe you" said Mr.. Ginner,
very solemnly. Still, Mr.. Fitzpatrick
may he down here at auy time, so the