Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-12-17

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ton road l looked about for q cab. A
the light OF a public house, and as l
stopped, wond ering il it were disenga-
ged. the driver came out and said brisk
~. "Cah miss?"
He was as smart as his cab and look
ed more like q gentlemsn's servant than
an ordinary cabman.s liked the look
Of him.
ssAre you disengaged for a good long
while-perhaps four or five hours ?" 1
asked.
Where do you want to go, miss?"
burlington street. You will have
to wait there for a gentleman. and he
may not come out OF his club before 2
o'clock"
"All right miss If It amt running
along all the time, l don't mind how
long I'm on, in a manner Of speaking"
"If you do what 1 tell you, I'll Pay
you Just what you ask. Can you put
out that light insIde?"
Certainly, miss"
He seemed to understand my position
to a nicely and asked which end OF Bur-
lington street be was to drive to.
"The Pantheon club" said 1. DRAW
up, IL you please, so that l can see any
one who comes out"
He carried out this instruction adj
mir9 bly,, placing his cab where l COM
manded a perfect view of the steps
leading to the club door and leaving
Just sufficient space for other cabs that
came and went to pull up easily in front.
A good many visitors ven into the
Pantheon. saw them distinctly as
they walked up the steps in the light
that came through the open door, but
a long time passed pefore l distinguish
ed any face that was known to me. 1t
must have been after - o'clock when
Kavanagh's brougham pulled up in
front of us. No one got out of it, but l
Unidentified the driver at once as the
man whom / had seen waiting outside
Grandson chambers, and / fancied as
be slowly got down from the box that
he cast the same suspicious glance
at the hanson that be had cast a. me
that night.
The drifting rain had believed the
window in front OF me, completely OBJ
securing the glass except at the eXtreme
edge, where a projection Of the.cab
sheltered it. Through this narrow
space l watched the man with eager
excitement. Stamping his feet as if for
warmth, he began TO walk up and down
the pavement, and 1 noticed that every
turn he came a little'nearer my hanson,
casting his ferrety eyes at the window,
as if to pierce the obscurity. This ma
newer did not escape the observation
Of my smart driver.
'How long are they going to keep us
here, mate?" he asked when the man
had stamped almost within touch Of the
cab.
~ don't know. How long have you
been waiting here?"
AS he spoke he approached so near
that l thought 1t advisable to crouch
down below the level OF the window.
ooh. long enogh TO wish | hadn't got
the job. What's on?"
IA concert or something"
Then we NAV make up our minds for
another hour or more OF it. They don't
turn 'em out OF these clubs before 2.
Got a light?"
A match was struck, and a few more
remarks were exchanged, and then,
the stamping OF feet fading away, l
ventured to raise my head just as the
mar was stepping up to his seat on the
brougham. His curiosity was satisfied.
The time dragged painfully as wait
ed ia feverish suspense for some fresh
development Of the drama which / felt
was being played close at hand. VIsi-
tora n ~ ont e., 4turoe md thraaes aaf.c
were called-there must have been a
string OF them behind us-the street
was quite animated for a time; then
there was a strange pause, and the next
men who came out stood on the steps
looking in, as If something unusual
was taking place there,
Suddenly one ran down and opened
the %brougham door. Fearful antictpa-
tions of some impending calamity agita-
ted me to such d degree that every
object danced and Quivered before my
eyes. But l made out a group OF men
slowly descending the steps, as II they
were supporting some great weight.
and l distinguished among them
Kavanagh's light overcoat.
''What is it?" l forced myself to call
through the tube.
Only a gentleman in liquor, miss" re-
piled the cabman in a jocose tone.
Reckless of the consequences | pushed
open the window that might see more
clearly. At that moment Kavanagh
was stepping into the brougham, and
the next | saw the helpless man lifted
in after him. The light fell upon his
face as it dropped backward. 1t was
Taras!