Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-07-22


word Mr. Stout's groom wheeled and rode back
/ there was no answer. Ralph. hurrying on,
met and told him to follow. Just a. he came
up to Lewthwaite the other groom trotted Of
WITH the led horse. Lewthwaite was going to
| walk home
He turned at the clang Of hoofs in the rear
very tall and powerful man, fair, bearded
win eyes OF palest gray; face and bearing
| 70 command attention anywhere. Ralph spranG
70 tne ground. He was acting on the impulse
"Allow a new neighbor to introduce himself
Mr.. Lewthwaite.
"Capt. Holmby, is it?" replied the other
grayely smiling. II was returning 20 my house
| by the private way. Will you walk with me?"
He opened gate by the roadside, and held /,
for Ralph to pass. The latter felt bewildered.
To accuse this stately gentleman of such a crime
seemed menstrous! But Mr.. Lewthwaite IN
| vited the explanation.
II received very curious warning from Mis-
Stout Just now. She passionately entrests me
to leave the country. Do you know why?'
steadily, 81 understand that certain evidenc,
has been found which connects you with tn,
attempt to destroy Dempsey Hall?"
"Indeed! l gathered something from Mr.
| Stout Of your interesting discoveries. Pra,
give me the details"
Ralph felt almost as il be were called upon I,
| justify himself. And he began at the beginning
Mr.. Lewthwaite soon interrupted him.
Pardon me, Capt. Holmby! 1t is not impos
sible to throw dynamite by means OF an engine
The process is one OF my discoveries 1t woul'
| revolutionize society, wouldn't it? Oh, blu
| that's trife! You will see things much NOR
astounding If you live Pray go on
| His attention became fixed as Ralph pro
ceeded. my match box found in the rose bed
Dear-dear! But explained to Mr.. Stout hoy
that must have happened. Why did he not tel
me the thing WAS found?"
| HE does not know. have kept the secre
as yet, MIR. Lewthwaite, except for Miss Stout
| hoping"
/ THAT was kin iy meant of you and ] an
grateful. But the simple fact is the match boz
was stolen from me on Saturday night! Se
| how the ruffians treated mer'
He raised his hat and a skull cap; the crown
| OF his head was plastered all over. Then, TO
the first time, Ralph met those pale, gray eyes
and on a sudden the imprudence of his conduc
| struck him keenly So cool and gentleman,
had been Mr.. Lewthwaite's manner that b.
found himself reciting periIous facts a
Ralph glanced round. They wer,
crossing spur OF the fell. At no small dis
lance below, Lewthwaite Beck framed anon,
| rocks and ferns. Not a house nor a livinj
creature in sight! The path was bounded OF
this side by low rustic paling.
Suddenly he felt grip upon his arm, turned
| shouting his loudest-at the sight Of the face
L
fast! Ralph was strong-an athlete-but ht
could make no struggle with his right arm
| forced back, almost dislocated. With his lef
/ he grasped the murderer's beard. and held oil
for life, kicking and shouting. But tn
combat was hopeless. The other raised hin
like child, carried him a few yards and tosse,
him over the paling. Raving and foaming now
Lewthwaite disengaged his beard, and Ralpl
fell headiong. He knew no more.
| But the groom below had heard those erie
OF agony. When he reached the spot. Lewth
waite was descending-to finish his work. TIL
man followed, supposng an accident had hap
pened. Bnt at his shout the maniac looked up
and began climbing swiftly back. One glance
! at the face, blazing with frenzy now. alarmed
the groom, who fed in panic. He had but just
time to mount Yelling and cursing
/ Lewthwaite was on his heels He seized the
other horse, but it plunged and reared. b,
main force he tried to pull il down. and tn
| frightened animal trod upon ms foot whel
the servants came running from the hall, the,
found their master lying in the road, helpless
but a roaring mailman.
The story of that dynamite outrage end
| here. Ralph was carried back to Dempse
Hall. and lay there for months-not uncon
| soled. For the first day he ventured out, OF
yioiet's arm. he took advantage of her defense
| less position 10 extract a confidence which wa
communicated to Mr.. Stout presently.
| "My boy" exclaimed that woi thy man. ''Yo,
Holmbys have been laughing at me for years.
| know. But, please heaven, my grandchild vii
be one of YOU, after all
Harold Lewthwaite remains hopeless maniac