Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-03-04
CHAPTER Ill.
TIE CHASING OF GEORGE FENToN.

THE CHASING OF GEORGE FENToN.
This is the story Of what George Fen
ton did after he left me with the corpse
in Back Saville street that awful
night. learned it chiefly from the ac-
count which the papers gave of the
chase by the police, but some OF the de-
tails were told me afterward by Fenton
himself After he ran out of my sight
he had not sufficient presence Of mind
to slacken his pace, and the inevitable
result was that he attracted the particu-
lar attention of the people he met. His
hat had fallen off; his coat, which was
flying open, disclosed his evening dress.
In his hand he still held the hilt Of the
dagger, while his drawn, white face be-
trayed the mental agony he was under
going Even in Mayfair at that late
hour of the night such figure rushing
along the street could hardly escape ex-
citing interest Who first started the
chase is immaterial-probably some
loafer Of the pavement-but very soon
a crowd Of respectable Dimensions fol-
lowed upon his heels with cries Of
"Stop. thiefp'
Their shouts at first fell upon deaf ears,
but finally, as they gained upon him,
Fenton became aware Of his pursuers.
He now seems to have remembered the
remnant of the dagger which he still
carried, and he tried to get rid Of it.
Seeing wall at his side, he hurled the
hilt over the coping, hoping to lose it
ON the other side, but he aimed too low,
and it fell at the feet Of his foremost
pursuer, who stopped down to see what
it was. This put moments pause into
the pursuit, and that moment gave Fen
ton bis chance. He fed as if the furies
of hell were after him-as luck would
have it ran into no one-and after end
less doubling and redoubling at length
found himself in Oxford street hatless,
breathless, quivering with excitement,
but the moment safe from pursuit. See
ing an omnibus passing by, he jumped
upon it without noting or caring for its
destination. There was barely room for
him on the footboard, and his neighbor
strongly objected to being crushed.
"If was you, guvn'r, :" said he. II
should wait fer the next un. Ten ter
one it'll bring your bloomin tile along
with it."
Only then was Fenton aware that his
hat was missing. If he wished to escape
notice, it was evident he must get hold
of another, and that at once, so he i'm
mediately entered into negotiations with
the speaker.
"Do you think I'm a-goin to git a
missin word of cold fer bloke like
you? Not if I knows it y
II suppose even your hat has its
price?" said Fenton.
mot beip dooka coronet, it hain't
Do you think as 'ow Id be seen in the
streets of London without tile? I've a
reputytion to lose if you avent."
"What do you say to shillings for
1T" asked Fenton persuasively.
Five bob fer my billycockl Five bob
fer Linkeu and Bennlk's hexerbishon
prodoose You must tyke me fer a
bloomin fat! You can ave the feather
in it fer that precise sum if you want
There's good deal of warmth III a py.
cocks feather. although you mightn t
think it.
"Seven and Skip
"Seven and a tanner Well. that's
more reasonable. 1t 'ud be pity fer
you to tyke cold, nice young man like
you, with future afore you. Seven and
six does it. But what about the featheri
I've tyken likin to that pycock
ploome. | sits and watches it fer hours
on wet Sundays. 1t seems to sorter re-
mind me of the rynebows l used to see
when was young and unspotted from
the world"
"You can keep your feather. said
Fenton, and he put on the greasy hat.
At the Marble arch the destination Of
the bus was called out
"R'yl Oakl R'y'l Oak! Crown
Harlesden!
Fenton now had time to consider hl'
plans. He felt in his pockets and founc
he had still couple of sovereigns anc
few coppers. 1t hardly seemed enough
to conduct successful flight from tht
arms Of the law, but it would at any
rate see him clear of the metropolis be
fore the hue and cry was raised II M
took train at once At Paddington ht
almost got down, but for one reason o.
another be decided in favor OF Wllles
den Junction. The rain was now falling
heavily, and the fugitive was by thu
time pretty we'll drenched, but fearing
to come across some one who knew hin
be dared not take All inside seat There
he sat in the pouring rain despite TIT
invitations of the conductor. the ont
solitary passenger Oh the roof
How he cursed the slow progress o
the vehicle Some imp Of mlschle
seemed to be playing the fool Will
them, and it seemed as though the,
never would arrive III safety at thei
destination. At Westbourne Grove the,
grazed lamppost, and the frightened
horses attempted a bolt. Higher up the.