The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1889-10-03

keep his narrative of it until his friend
had eaten and drank; he would then
receive more sympathetic hearing.
When a plenteous dinner and duo
allowance of port had restored Mr..
Ginner's amiability, Mr.. Euston i'm
parted to Kim 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
him?' he asked.
LAT the corner of Cromwell and
Castlereagh roads" answered Mr.. Bus
ton.
And he had in his possession Free.
mans Jouraal?' asked Mr.. Ginner.
"Ycs, he had" replied Mr.. Buston.
And black bag?' asked Mr.. Ginner.
Eyes, and a black bag" answered
Mr.. Buston.
"And a sword stick?' asked Mr..
Ginner.
Yes, and a sword stick" answered
Mr.. Buston.
land he wore green spectacles?"
asked Mr.. Ginne:c.
blue spect;.cles," 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 q
dynamiter?'
Mr.. Buston was startled.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, Il
never saw a dynamiter, but the fellow
looked cruel and daring enough for
any thing. But why do you ask?"
Mr.. Ginner deliberately filled him.
self glass of port and drank it before
he answered Mr.. Buston's question.
Because" he said. in IL very inn
pressive tone, 1.-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
speeches. with amazement. Mr.. Gin
ner filled himself another glass of port
and then continued:
"You see now. I suppose" he said,
1.-The reason of my questions. Mark
my words: the man whom you 80 clev-
erly discovered to-day, and who be-
haved SO strangely, is neither more
nor less than dynamiter sent over
here to remov~~-that's their phrase
the man they hate so bitterly-the
gallant KilpatricA!'
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 nero forger or thief
making his way to France; but your
theory is tar more credible and proba-
ole. 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. 1.-The chief secretary is not
in Folkestone at present. I'm sure of
that. because met his housekeeper
this very day, and she told mo so. Mr..
Fitzpatrick only runs down here occa-
sioually for a 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 a life he
leads,' said Mr.. Buston. ''Never sure
but he may at any moment be mur-
dercd by some ruthless villain, such us
the man saw to-day. You know, Gin
ner. how good I 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
followed tonight"
Il 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
the housekeeper-she's q nice little
woman-what you saw tonight
1t was by this time pretty late, 50
the two wine merchants, after little
further conversation, took what they
called ''night-cap'' and went off to
bed.
The next morning Mr.. Buston came
down to breakfast before his friend.
While waiting for Mr.. Ginner he
glanced over the local paper. While
thus engaged, his eye fell upon para
graph which made him start. 1t ran
as follows:
ATTEMPTED BURGLARY AT TARA HALL
Just as we went to press We learnt that an at
| tempt was made last night to force one OF the
windows of the chief secretary's house. Hap.
PLY, the burglars failed in their object. Details
wanting. We believe the right honorable gen.
tleman is in London.
''Burglary, indeedr' exclaimed Mr..
Buston, wildly excited. Attempted
assassination, attempted dynamite out
rage-that would be more like the
thing! BY Jove! can't wait for
Ginner. / must run up to Tara Hall
and give them information of what l
saw at once. The ruffian who is on
the noble Kilpatrick's track is most
likely still in Folkestone. If 1 give in.
formation now he may be caught
And, without waiting for his friend,
Mr.. Buston dashed off on his mission
OF justice.
He was just about half way to the
Irish secretary's house when whom
! should he see but the very man he pur.
sued the previous evening. The man
saw him. too, and, ms tead of advancing
toward him, stopped abruptly, and then
turned hurriedly down a side street.