Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-10-10


night. I was unacquainted with the
city beyond the Strand, Chancery Lane
and Arundel street, in the last of which
I lived-at Weldon's, a small private
hotel
On Sunday morning came one of the
thickest fogs of the year. Misled by
the darkness of the midwinter morning
1 was late for breakfast. When got
down to the dining-room I found only
one person, a young man of about my
own age, at the table. He had arrived
very late the night before, and was
quite unknown tome. His appearance
and manner attracted my attention at
once. He was tall, dark, good-look-
ing, courteous Several times during
the meal, at which he only drank q cup
of coffee, he seemed on the point of
speaking to me about something. He
was restless and overwrought. Ifelt
strangely drawn toward him, and ex-
perienced feeling of relief when at
last he said.
MY name is Victor Crane. The
landlord here knows me. Are you
going to church this morning? The
rest of the people have set off already" :"
We we're alone.
MY name," said, sis Marcus Fall.
had intended going to Newington,
but 1 could no more find my way there
than through the centre of the earth to
New Zealand"
There is" said he, "a part of Lon
don to which if do not find my way in
a couple of hours I shall be dead man
before night" He Hegroaned and dropped
his head into his hands.
No one could mistake his words, tone.
manner.
'In that case," said I, "cf course,
the fog will not hinder you
NO, no." said he, raising his face
from his hands. "rThe fog will not
hinder me. could find my way if I
were blind. 1t is the place where the
girl l am engaged to lives" He turned
his pale face to the window and stared
1t it with eyes that did not see.
''She is not very i'll, 1 hope?" said I.
''No; not i'll and yet she may be at
the point of death. If you have fin
ished your breakfast, and can spare q
few minutes will you walk outside?
This place suffocates me-"
When we reached the street the fog
was So thick we could not see the house
opposite.
Il am in a terrible position T. said
young Crane. 81 do not know a man
in London but Weldon, our landlord;
and he is too old for help. My girls
life is in danger-in danger from vio-
lence"
Good Heavens cried !. "Eut
aren't there the police?"
1.-The police" he whispered, with q
swift glance round and then a look of
of the police would be fatal fatal
Her life hangs on a thread He leant
against an area railing and wrung his
hands.
In while he reused himself. drew
his hat low over his brows, caught my
arm, and turning toward the Strand,
said:
"Mr. Fall, under ordinary circum-
stances it would be inexcusable to
trouble you, stranger, with my af-
fairs. But the circumstances are not
ordinary: they are extraordinary be-
yond belief, beyond endurance. You,
are young yourself. You can sympa.
thize with me. If you permit me, 1
will tell you how I am situated"
"You may tell me with full assurance.
of my sympathy and assistance, 1said.
"For twelve months" he began, 'I
have been engaged to Miss Folgatc,
who is now twenty years of age, and
FL only child. Her father, solicitor,
is dead. Her mother was glad 10 take
Ike position Of housekeeper at Sir Ar
thur Penny fathers town house in
Derby Square. Miss Folgate lives with
ecr mother, and now anu then come
up to Durham to see her. Mrs. Fol.
gate is only nineteen years older than
her daughter She is a woman of re-
youthful appearance and
great personal attractions, romantic
sad painfully anxious to marry again.
'tFor some time, n very stylish and
foreigner count, he says
has been leading Mrs. Folgate tc
think he wants to make her his wife.
Sir Arthur and his family are in The
Riviera. The Derby Square house has
been used by this foreigner es postal
address. There hsYe been Iice.ingso ol
in nit--mcetinGs Of men con.