The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-12

and half led, half drew him to the plat
form. Porters were rushing to and fro,
passengers thronged on the boat, the gang
ways and the pier, a hoarse humming from
the engine pipes set the tunnels of the
steamer ringing, and filed the air with a
deep murmur. There was boisterous wind
and the sea was washing against the wall
OF the pier with promise OF heavy weather
outside, but the wintry morning sky was re-
| splendent and the sun famed like some
imaginable jewel
Guiding and supporting his companions
lettering steps, George passed down the
| gangway and along the deck surrendered
the rug and the small black handbag to the
| owner, and then sought place in which to
bestow himself and his personal
| impediments. The warning whistle
| shrleked, the gangway was with
revolution, and the boat heaved freely to
| the motion Of the water Redwood had
! found place for his rugs and travelling
bag and had started on a brisk promenade
up and down the deck. when he saw the
late protege clinging to the deck railing
with his belongings about his feet, and star
| ing IN his direction in asmanner which
looked altogether fatuous and absurd. He
| called ste ward. .
"Just look after that old gentleman" he
said indicating Hetheridge. HE seems to
be altogether helpless and bewildered."
IN see to him, sir, >" the man responded,
and at once crossed over.
He helped Hetheridge to a seat, having
first tucked him tightly about his waist,
gave his black bag and his walking-stick,
and having surveyed him ipqulringly with
his head one side. as IL asking where
finishing touch could be put in with adj
vantage, decided suddenly that the work
was complete. and departed abruptly.
Redwood tramped up and down the deck,
setting his blood in brisk circulation and
filling his lungs with the revivifying salt sea
air. Every now and then he cast a glance
at the queer old bearded figure in the blue
goggles, and by and by he began to be UNI
comfortably aware of the fact that the
mans eyes fixed were upon him, and that
they followed him as II with intent watchful-
ness In his march to and fro. Atevery turn
he made at the extremity of his brief
promenade he found the face turned to-
ward him. AS he moved this apparently
unreasoninR watchers head turned as IL
upon a pivot, and when next Redwood
faced him, he met the stare of the blue
goggles full in his face Redwood was pro-
foundry unhappy, but he was young, and was
not yet beyond a smile for anything which
looked ludicrous or comical. The punched
up old figure was almost farcical IN aspect,
and more than once when his back was
turned upon him Redwood's features creased
into smile.
AAS bAlllo WOub Oll dLlu bue otEdDR6E cease
less inspection grew embarrassing. When
he had endured it for full hour, Red wood
drew up brusquely before him and returned
his look. The mans eyes. dimly seen be-
hind the darkening glass, met his, unwink-
ing and unwavering, but the Shaky hands
we're clasped together, and the figure sank
back as If in fear of him.
Redwood resumed his promenade, hopeful
that the wordless HUT he had given would
be accepted, but the unrelaxing watch con-
tinued as before.
He marched for a further quarter of an
hour in a growing irritation, and paused a
| second time before his watcher accosted
him.
"Have you any doubt, !" he asked, les 10
my identitym
The man crouched before him in an obvi-
| GUS terror.
His face pale enough already, grew paIer
still; his lips fumbled for a word, and his
features twitched spasmodically. Redwood
stared at him in asbonishment, not unmixed
with that kind of shrinking fear which
some people always experience in the con-
temptation of an intellect unbalanced.
~ know you" said the mau at last, in a
| horror stricken moan; 81 know you"
Redwood had been on the edge of moving
| away when these words were spoken.
"Are you sure of that" he asked, with a
| touch Of pity aud repugnance. He had
| quite made up his mind by this time that
the mans mind was deranged. His whole
aspect and manner favored that conclu-
| sion.
Sure" groahed Hetheridge, in a voice OF
such mortal agony that Redwood quIvered
without knowing why. ives, am sure"
Tell me who am" said Redwood, not
unkipdly.
| A quivering spasm passed over Hether-
idge's face, and again his lips fumbled for
| an answer.
Tell me who am" Redwood repeated,
slowly and distinctly in the tone and uses
to a foreigner or child, when seeking TO con-
vey something not easily understood. To
| his intense amazement, the twitching lips
| Just audible.
| George Redwood"
| nv CONTTNTrvO