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

| formation to the assassins who are al
ways prowling after him."
'Poor, poor fellow! What life he
leads" said MIR. Buston. 'Never sure
but he may at Sny 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. We'll. tell you, if L ever
saw murderer written on mans coun-
tenance l saw it in the face OF the man
followed tonight"
II believe you" said Mr. Ginner,
very solemnly. ''Still, MIR. Fitzpatrick
NAV 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 nice little
| woman-what you saw tonight"
1t was by this time pretty late, so
the two wine merchants, after little
further conversation, took what they
called a ..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 a 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 tie chief secretary's house. Hap
ay, site burGlars failed in their object. Details
wanting. We believe the right honorable gen
tleman is in London.
Burglary, indeedH' exclaimed Mr..
Buston, wildly excited. Attempted
assassination, attempted dynamite out
rage-that would be more like the
thing! By Jove! l can't wait for
Ginner. l must run up to Tara Hall
and give them information of what 1
saw at once. The ruffian who is on
the noble Kilpatricl1's track is most
likely still in Folkestone. If 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 side street.
With q face wild with excitement, Mr..
Buston rushed after him. When the
man saw he was being pursued he
broke into run, and the two men
went tearing down the pavement at q
breakneck pace.
The stranger was younger and more
agile than Mr.. Buston, and, in spite OF
the latter's utmost efforts, he was
rapidly being distanced when the chase
came to sudden end. The stranger,
to MIR. Buston's delight, when turning
Il corner ran slap into policeman S
arms. In moment Dir. Buston was up
to the spot.
"Wot's hup?" the enforcer of the
law asked Mr.. Buston. "Wot's he been
doing OFF"
''He-he," gasped Mr.. Buston, who
] was sadly out of breath. Hes the
I man who tried to break into Mr.. Kill
patrick's last night"
"Eh?" asked the stranger, apparent
ly much surprised. Whats that?''
90, / know you," cried Mr.. Buston,
now recovered from the exertion Of
the race. II followed you last night.
1 saw crime written in your face, 50
Swallowed you and traced you to Mr.
Kilpatrick's house, and"
you internal idiotn' cried the
stranger, as he removed his blue
glasses. Il thought from the way yoi
logged me that you were an Invincible
Look at me; look at me, say! an
Mr.. Fitzpatrick" -London Truth.