The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-09-28

and hurried away. But ne was not,
quick enough to escape from II.
Buston, That gentleman sprano ont
of the carriage after him, and without
waiting to claim his luggage, started
off on his track.
As soon as he was outside the sta.
ton the stranger turned toward tba
Lees. Mr.. Buston followed him al
about a hundred yards. Before thev
had gone far the stranger turned
round, apparently to see If he was fol-
lowed, and observing Mr.. Buston he
quickened his already quick pack. Mr.
Buston did the same. It was gettinp
dusk and he did not want to let the
stranger get far from him. They had
been going SO far along the main road
Suddenly, the stranger turned sharply
down side street. Mr.. Buston hur-
ried up, not to lose sight of his man.
He arrived at the corner of the side
street just in time to see the stranger
| turning the corner at the farther end
of it. He was running at his utmost
pace.
This settled any doubt in Nj. Bus
toms mind. The stranger must Be an
escaped convict or an unapprelended
criminal. The amateur detectivtwith-
out moments hesitation dasheddown
the side street. When he reacfed the
street down which the strange had
turned that person had entirely tskD-
peared. Mr. Buston rushSW H. !.
CHANGING down all the cross stress ~
he ran, but not trace of the frlftTe
was to be seen.
When he had gone about Elarter
of mile Mr.. Buston etraced hi steps;
as he did so, he carefully CANNED
again all the side stree is and eery spot
where he thought the stranger might
have taken refuge. But thef were no
signs OF him. There were 10 houses
fronting into this street, bUalong one
side of it opened the back doors of a
few villa residences. Mr. Iuston tried
all these to see if the RUNWAY might
have taken shelter there but every
one of them was duly LOCKED.
Disappointed and annoed, Mr.. Bus
ton returned to the statiol and claimed
his luggage. Then he sarted off to
his friend Mr. Ginner's hdgings. He
found that gentleman awiiting him in
no very amiable state of mind. Mr..
Buston was nearly an hoT late, and,
as Mr.. Ginner told him, an hours de-
lay doesn't improve Gnner, as a
rule!" Mr.. Buston was fill of his ad-
venture, but he thought it better to
keep his narrative of it urtil 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 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 friend 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 Frss-
mans Journal" asked Mr.. Ginner.
"Ycs, he had" replied Mr.. Bustun.
And u black bag?" asked Mr.. Ginmr.
Eyes, and black bag" answered
Mr. Buston.
"And a sword stick?" asked MIR.
Ginner.
Yes, and sword stick" answered
Mr.. Buston.
"And he wore green spectaclesH
asked Mr.. Ginner.
blue spectacles," replied Mr.. Bus
ton.
Mr.. Ginner shook his head impa-
tiently.
II 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, 81
never saw dynamiter, but the fellow
looked cruel and daring enough fol
any thing. But why do you ask?"
Mr.. Ginner deliberately filled him
self q glass of port and drank it before
he answered Mr.. Buston's question.
Because" he said. in very i'm
pressive tone, 1.-THE house at the corner
of Cromwell and Castlereagh roads, tc
the neighborhood of which you traced
the man, belongs to nobody else thar
Mr.. Fitzpatrick, the Irish secretaryn'
Mr.. Buston lay back in his chail
speechless with amazement. Mr.. Gin
ner filled himself another glass OF por
and then continued:
"You see now, suppose" he said
1.-The reason of my questions. MARI
my words: the man whom you so ele~
erly discovered to-day, and who be
haved so strangely, is neither NOR
nor less than a dynamiter sent owe
here to 'remove'-that's their phrase
the man they hate 80 bitterly-th
gallant Kilpatrick!'
Mr.. Buston thought deeply for fe,
moments. Then he rose to his feet il
great excitement.
"By Jove, Ginner," he exclaimed