The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-02-04

and again. linen, ana not Till then,
her fright overcame her, and she
sank back on to her seat.
The convict had acted with the
sagacity and daring which had made
so many of his enterprises successful.
He had calculated that the victim
would give the alarm directly he left
her. This was what he wanted.
| 1t would have been madness for
him to go on to the next town. He
knew that men were watching for
him at eyery station. He had mounted
the train at the risk of his life as it
passed slowly through one of the
tunnels in the. north of London, be-
fore it was free from the network Of
interesting lines. He must escape
somehow before it reached q stop
ping-place.
But to leap from the limited mail
was almost certain DEATH If, how
ever, the train could be stopped he
could make his escape with a fair
chance of success.
1t is not usual, however to stop a
train on q signal by the cOmmunica-
tor. The bell aroused the attention OF
the guard, but all he did was to lean
out of the window to see if there were
any sign that it was necessary to do
more. He was on the point of draw
ing in his head when he saw O white
shawl being waved from 8, window.
The lady had recovered sufficiently
to drag herself to the side of the car
rage and open the sab. This was
enough. The guard put on his brake
and signalled the driver to slacken.
In half a minutes the pace was per-
ceptibly slower. -
"What's up now" exclaimed Mr..
Barker, springing to his feet. The
others followed him to the window.
They had not hitherto noticed the
fourth occupant of the apartment.
He was q tall, well-built, but appar-
emily very uncommunicative man.
Hepushed his way forward and looked
out. He uttered an exclamation,
and to the surprise ofhis companions
flung open the door, and began MAX
ing his way along ths; footboard.
The others started at him in wonder.
What Gid 1T mean?
He had seen the shawl hanging
from the window, and he knew to
whom it belonged. He was travelling
north with his sister, and, rather sell
fishly, though with her full consent,
had put her into a ladies' compart-
ment, while he went to smoke a CT
gar in another carriage. He had in
tended rejoining her at the first STOP
ping-place. No wonder, therefore,
that he was anxious when he found
the train stopping, and saw his Sis
ter's shawl.
The pace grew slower. The con-
vict bided his time. What was the
use of hurrying? No one would follow
him in the dark. H.. -. .s
But he reckoned without his host.
In a few words Miss Morton tor that
was the lady's name) told her broth
er what had happened. He looked
round as she spoke, and distinctly
saw man drop on the rails, and
make off from the other end of the
train.
In an instant he leaped to the
ground and followed him. The Yam
kee soon followed suit, and the ex-
element of the chase siezing him, he
was soon at the heels of Mr.. Fair.
burn.
Nothing could have surprised the
convict more than the fact that he
was pursued. He soon saw, however,
that he was. Still having the weap-
on with which he had stunned the
policeman he determined to put it to
further use as he saw Fairburn gaz-
ing on him.
The. country was too open for con-
cealment, and the morning was be-
ginning to brighten the horizon. The
convict grasped his weapon and pre-
pared to receive his pursurer. What
would have been the result it is USE
less to guess. At any rate, Fairburn
would not have stopped. But the
American caught up to him, and put
his hand on his arm.
Don't you go for him" he said.
""Iisn't worth while your getting
damaged. 1 think I can persuade
him." -. -0
Fairburn tried to shake his adviser
Oft, but in vain. The convict, seeing.
: that it was a case of two to one, was
about to make a fresh boltfer liberty.
but a strong voice called to him to
stop. 49,
III you don't I'll fire. he cried,
and the click of his revolver showed
that his threat was by no means a
meaningless one. There was no
choice; the runaway jail-bird had to
obey ...
"Throw down that thing" was the
next order, and the short iron bar
was dropped.
CHOW march back to the frain, and
y Magazines, or twill be worse for YOU"
A few minutes later tho fugitive
was in a luggage van, security bound.
At the next station he was handed
over to the authorities for re-convey-
ance to London.
Needless to say the American was
welcomed effusively by his compan-
ions, who congratulated him warmly
on his success.
"Well, perhaps it was not so much