Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-07-29

Adrian rapidly sprang 10 the windows
in IA stealthy manner closed Thorn
and pulled down the blinds so as to
shut ont this terrible sight from the
eyes of the prying world.
/ A sudden roll OF thunder startled
him. and with hurried glance around
no crept toward the still form OF his
friend.
"Fhilip" he whispered. kneeling
beside Trevanua's BODY. Philip"
No answer! Adrian opened Ire
vanna's shirt and placed his hand on
the heart-it did not beat-he leaned
his face downward to the slightly
pa"ted lips there was no breath. ana
then. for the first time sense OF
what he had done seemed TO break on
him.
Dead" he whispered with ashen
gray lips in paroyysm OF terror,
clasping his hands 'Dead!-Ive
killed him. -
He arose slowly to his feet looked
vacantly round the room at the still,
white face, at the stream OF blood.
Il can't stay here he whispered
TO himself putting one hand up to
his throat, they would arrest me for
murder-I wou d be hanged-Oh,
/ God the disgrace-roor Olive"
There was no time to be lost for at
any moment some one might come up
to his rooms and discover his crime;
he would have to fy-but where
could he fly to? where, in all this
! great city was there a refuge for a
murderer? Still no could not stay;
he could give no plausible eXplana-
ton the evidence of his guilt was too
strong; the police would come up he
would be arrested then the inquest
the trial the verdict-with the rap
idity of lightning the possibility Of
these things flashed across his mind
and with hoarse cry he sprang past
the body on the floor into his bed room.
Then. he put on a heavy ulster
which. reaching nearly TO his feet
ctfectually hid the evening clothes he
had no time to change. Then he put
on "a soft hat pulled it down over his
eyes, caught up heavy stick
and stole out again into the
sitting-room. half-thinking that it was
all some hideous dream. But no. it
was only too true-there on the floor
lay the body OF the man he had
killed and he. Adrian Lancaster was
murderer.
The clock struck twelve with n sill
very chime as he slowly pulled the
dead mans cloak off the back of a
chair and with sudden movement
flung 1t over the body as if terrified 10
look upon his handiwork. He turned
out the gas which was faring in the
pink globes and then crept toward
the door in the darkness carefully
avoiding the place where the body
lay. Once outside the door, which
opened with loud creek as il TO de-
nounce him he locked it. and. drop
ping the key into his pocket stole
stealthily downstairs out into the
stormy night feeling that on his brow
burned the marx OF Cain. which.
from henceforth, would make him q
fugitive on the face of the earth
lie walked slowly down the street
toward Plccadilly not needing the
direction but only longing TO get n.
far away from the scene OF his crimes
us he could and when a hanson sud.
denly drew up ut the side of the pave.
ment he felt sudden CONFUSION O
terror at hearing the voice OF thC
driver asking him If he wanted a.cab.
For u moment he hesitated. then.
without Il word, sprang in and flung
himself back among the cushions
closing the doors. as il he could thu
hide himself from the eyes of ju tice.
Where TO. sir?" asked the driver.
peering down through the trap door
in the ROOF of the cab.
Where TO indeed. Was there any
sanctuary in this mighty London
where he could hide? No he coulC
4 think Of none but with that instinc
of self-p preservation which is strong
in the breast OF every human being
he wished to fly as far away as h,
could so said at a venture the frs
name that came into his head.
Hampstead"
"Rigat SIR" said he driver. an,
closing the trap-door with bang. h,
let down the glass and drove OF.
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