The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1899-02-23


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 Fem
ton bis chance. He fled 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 it's
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. 81
should wait fer the next I'M. 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 a cold fer bloke like
you? Not if knows it. F."
II suppose even your hat has its
price?" said Fenton.
"Not bein dookal coronet, it hahn
Do you think as 'ow I'd be seen in the
streets of London without tile? I've a
reputytion to lose if you 'aven't."
"What do you say to shillings for
it," asked Fenton persuasively.
give bob fer my billyoock! Five bob
fer Linken and Bennik's hexerbishon
prodoosel 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 in py-
cocks feather, although you mightn t
think it..
"Seven and six?"
"Seven and a tanner. Well, that's
more reasonable. It 'ud be a pity fer
you to tyke cold, nice young man like
you, with future afore you. Seven and
six does it. But what about the feather?
I've tyken a likin to that pycock s
ploome. I sits and watches it fer hours
on wet Sundays. It seems to sorter re-
mind me- Of the rynebows I used to see
when I 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'yI Oakl R'y'l Oaki Grown.
HarlesdenP'
Fenton now had time to consider his
plans. He felt in his pockets and found
he had still a couple Of sovereigns and
q few coppers. 1t hardly seemed enough
to conduct successful fight from the
arms Of the law, but it would at any
rate see him clear of the metropolis be-
fore the hue and cry was raised if he
took train at once. At Paddington he
almost got down, but for one reason or
another he decided In favor Of Willes-
den Junction. The rain was now falling
heavily, and the fugitive was by this
time pretty we'll drenched, but fearing
to come across some one who knew him
he dared not take an inside seat. There
he sat in the pouring rain despite the
invitations of the conductor, the one
solitary passenger on the roof
How he cursed the slow progress of
the vehicle Some imp Of mischief
seemed to be playing the fool with
them, and it seemed as though they
never would arrive in safety at their
destination. At Westbourne Grove they
grazed lamppost, and the frightened
horses attempted bolt. Higher up they
almost ran over gentleman returning
unsteadily from temperance demon
stration, and finally one horse came
down on the slippery road. They walk