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

minated by the rays Of a distant lamp. and
! crossing the lawn where the shadows of the
evergreens deepened the gloom OF the
| night.
The gate creaked upon its hinges as he
opened it and gave his nerves momentary
jar, but nothing came OF it. He walked
along the street, seen now for the first time
for nearly half year, and quito unfa-
miliar in its winter aspect. There bad been
rain that afternoon, and the puddles in the
road crinkled and shivered beneath the
wind and glimmered palely IN the light OF
the street lamps.
With a view 10 his enterprise, he had
feigned an especial weakness on that day
and had taken complete rest. The vigor
which animated his limbs was surprising to
himself, though the passers-by saw only a
lettering old man with darkened glasses and
great gray beard. who shuffled painfully
along the pavement with the aid OF a walk
ing stick. He had laid all his plans before
hand, and was ready with a scheme to baf-
1e pursuit when it should start upon his
trail.
He made his way to the nearest cabstand,
distant perhaps 800 yards from his own
gate, and hailing the driver of the sole We
hicle standing there, instructed him TO
drive to Kew. He entered the cab with
considerable difficulty and was driven
away.
Have the glass down, sirq" the driver
asked him, through the little aperture at the
top Of the cab.
"No." he answered brusquely in that dis
torted voice which had belonged to him
since his first seizure, "DriVe on"
The cabman touched his steed with the
whip and resumed the slashing pace he had
for the moment relaxed 70 make his quej-
ton audible The rush Of cold air into the
cab viVified and half intoxicated the pas
senger. He was coated we'll and bad a thick
silk muller turned about his neck, and it
was a physical Joy to be back in open
spaces. Where the road was clear Of houses,
the fiat meadow lands with their trees
which wrestled in the embraces of the wind
lay gloomy and somber on either side, with
winking rain pools throwing a slant light
for a mere instant of time beneath the
moon, or in the CLEAN of some distant lamp
The clouds hurried in confused and obscured
masses across the sky. changing in form
perpetually. The splash and rattle of the
horses feet. the whir and rumble Of the
wheels, the phantom trees that ran toward
him from the darkness with their battling
branches and were passed and vanished in
q flash, the rushing wind, ell seemed to
speak exultantly of liberty. He Rugged the
precious bag upon his knees in both his fur
gloved hands, and leaning his bearded chin
upon the crook of his walking-stick, he
stared right and left into the night, and
triumphed at every stride that brought him
nearer safety.
When he had reached the end Of his
drive, had paid the cabman, and had seen
him drive away, his mood failed him sud-
deenly altogether. He knew but little of
holy writ, and could have made no guess as
90 where the phrase might be found or
where he had heard 1t, yet the words came
into his mind as clearly as ii a voice had
whispered them: Though fly to the ut
termost ends of the earth, thou art there. -"
HIS fear was at his shoulder again the muir
dered Redwood logged his footsteps, and
the delighted frenzy of a minute back was
a mockery and a delusion which left his
state yet bitter and more forlorn.
He had caused himself to be set down
within little distance of the railway sta
tion, and walking thither he feigned to
make inquiries about a train TO Barnes.
Emerging, he chartered a new cab, and
and was driven Londonward as far as
Hammersmith, where he had a confusing
choice of lines Of rail which would help still
further to check pursuit. He choose the
District Line and booked for Charing
Cross. Arrived there. he discovered that
the mail started for Antwerp, via Dover
and Ostend, shortly after z o'clock in the
morning. He took a room in the hotel
which commands the station, and having
forced himself to eat, drank three or four
glasses of brandy and water, and so betook
himself to bed and to sleep. In pursuance
of the orders he had given, he was aroused
in time to dress, breakfast, and catch the
train. The platform was full of hurrying
figures, and yellow fog blurred heights.
He had taken frst-class passage, resolving
to enter on a severe economy when once
safely landed on the continent but at the
same time reckless in his expenditure of his
narrow funds. He was slow 10 mounting
the carriage steps. and was rather roughly
hustled by burly and excited passenger
who pressed up behind him with a port
manteau and great bale OF rugs and over
coat, determined to secure q corner seat.
The whistle sounded, there was slamming
of doors, and at the very instant when the
train began TO move. late traveller stepped
into the carriage and took his seat opposite
Hetheridge. who for the moment, paid no
heed to him. His eyes, indeed, were occu-
pied In searching the platform for an alto
gether predetermined pursuer, and when he
turned his gaze within the carriage, the
train was already in motion, the light was
Pickering, and the filthy yellow oil washing
to and fro in its glass basin. So that he had
no opportunity of recognizing his UiS-a-UiS.
He had purchased rug at the bookstall OF
the station, and wrapping this about him he
leaned back in his seat, folded his hands
and closed his eyes in the hope of passing al
hour or two In slumber. His nights rest
despite his rotations, had been broken and
of almost no value to him, and he began to
feel that il he were to continue his journey
without mourning a relapse, he must hus-
band all his resources. For a while his
thoughts dragged at him, hailing him hither
and thither, but at last his fatigue told. The
rumble. rumble of the wheels began to sink
and rise upon his ear with a measured music
and he fell into dose.
The clear early dawn was bright when he
awoke, and looking up he saw his phantom
in the flesh again. gazing straight through
him as if with eyes that saw within him an6
beyond him.
George Redwood had fulfilled his com,
mission in London, and was travelling baci
to his employment at Liege.
CHAPTER XXX.
The train stopped at Dover Town and the
laIf 30.