The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-11-22

fire holes again, and Wright following,
with sulky slowness, no doubt, lost sight
OF him on the other side Of the Goals.
Couldn't make out where he'd got to-
looked for him high and low, lit lantern
and went right out into the yard behind
Mr.. Taras' house. Wasn't anywhere. Final
ly he concluded that being foreigner land
consequently mean) the little man had
sneaked out into Ferry street and gone off
in that unceremonious fashion in order to
avoid standing a drop of beer for the
trouble Wright had taken to explain things
nicely to him.
Nothing occurred until Just about mid
night, when Wright had another surprise
as he was breathing the cool air of Ferry
street. Mr.. KavanaRh came down Ferry
street from the front office. He was limp
ing; his coat was torn, his hat broken, his
hand thrust into the breast of his frock
coat. Never saw him look anything like
1t before, William Wright thadnt-wouldn't
have known him If he hadn't spoken.
"What the deuce is the matter with the
front doorT' he asked angrily. Il can't
open it with my key"
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ST expect Mr.. Bell double locked It in
side. He did come out through the works,
and he's so wonderful particular"
Cursed old idiot!' growled Kavanagh,
passing him. "Bring light. must go
down through the warehouse"
Wright lit a lantern and lighted the way
through the throwing room, the warehouse
and the passage leading to the shop and
Office There Kavanagh tried to open the
front door with the key, but found that
something fouled the wards of the lock
and prevented the key turning. He swore
again at Mr.. Bell for muddling, meddling
old fool, and giving up the attempt said
to Wright:
"You can CO. Leave the lantern there
will come back by the warehouse.
Wright went back and fired up his kiln.
wondering how the governor, always so
spick and span, had fallen into that bat
tered condition, and what on earth be had
come to the office for at that hour. What
ever did he want there?
He had just banked up the last fire hole
when he thought he heard voice calling
family in the distance, Wright! Wright"
He stood quite still to listen, and heard be
yond doubt the cry Wright!
Wright"-in shrek Of supplication and
terror, and 1t was the governors voice.
He answered and ran up stairs.
AS he was crossing the throwing room
Kavanagh rushed out OF the darkness from
the warehouse and came to his side pant
ing for breath. He had a stone jar in his
hand which he had caught up for defense,
und he looked back into the darkness and
round him with wild terror, his face white
as sheet of paper.
DO you see hims" he gasped.
"Who, sirg" asked Wright
"a man with a red beard and bald
head"
"No, sir"
LAY hold of that jar If you see him,
brain him. He's n madman."
Wright armed himself with jar from an
instinct Of self defense, but not being a
strong man he determined to bolt il he
found himself in danger and got the
chance.
"You must have passed him in the ware.
house." whispered Kavanagh hoarsely. Il
heard bottle knocked over soon after you
went. thought it was you prying about.
When went up and turned round, found
him just behind me. He knocked the Ian
tern out of my hand. don't know where
lie went. Ilewas behind me one moment
in front of me the next What's thatS'' he
exclaimed, suddenly dropping the jar and
clutching WriRht's arm. "."..
Then, gaping with fear, he shrank back,
nodding and glaring at the hopper through
which Wright had como up.
Wright looked that way, too, but saw
nothing He thought the governor must be
"gone off," or seized with "the jumps" OF
something. 1t made him feel shaky and
queer to see man usually so self composed
SO completely unnerved and panic stricken
go down and look if he's there" whis
pered Kavanagh, laying his hand on the rail
of the upper stairs, ready to fly at a mo.
ment's warning. you shall have 91C
if you stun him with that jar If he's not
thnra run In tho dopp and anrao,, fp,, bal In
left a cab round the corner-the man will
hear you-but come back here quick
Reluctantly and with care Wright pro
ceeded to obey these orders. He descended
three stairs, and then, crouching down
looked round the stoking floor, lit only in
patches by the light from the fire holes
Right in the farther corner there were two
twinkling points of light; probably 1t was
nothing but a piece of coal rejecting q
fickering ray from the kiln, but it looked
like pair of fiendish eyes, and that was
enough for Wright. He ran back to tn,
governor.
Hes down there" said he, only less ap
prehensive than the shaking wretch h,
| spoke to.
| 'Wheref"
''At the back of the kip, 'twixt the step.
and the door,"
| Without II word Ka"anagh crept swiftly
| up the stairs to the floor above. Wright
was about to follow, when some one brushed
| past him and ran up the stairs like cat
| 1t was the impish foreigner who had gon,
over the works earlier in the night, only
now he wore neither boots nor hat, and hi,
head was bald and shining.
Wright stood there breathless, at los
to know what to do between duty to hi
master and duty to himself He woult