Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-03-01
my way thither passed the body of the

my way thither I passed the body Of the
murdered woman, now lying upon a
stretcher and covered with sheet. This
sight completed the unstringing Of my
nerves. and passed the night feverish-
ly pacing my room, never even trying
to court sleep.
AS I walked to and fro between the
cold, bleak walls on that horrible night
my feelings might indeed be better i'm.
agined than described. Event had fol-
lowed event with sickening rapidity,
and now, to crown all, was the neigh
Dor of thieves and rogues, under lock
and key at police station. The papers
of the morning would tell the whole
world Of my arrest The news would
carry CONSERVATION to the hearts Of my
relatives, and my friends would be
aghast at the tidings. Some there were
who would be ready to believe the
worst, but there were others / knew
who could not doubt my innocence. One
dear heart would bleed for me. That
such an event should happen at all was
bad enough, but that it should occur on
the night when world Of bliss had
seemingly opened for us both was hor-
rible indeed. And the awfulness lay in
the fact that my innocence could alone
be proved by evidence Of George Fen
tons guilt
George Fenton a murderer The
thought was terrible. What in heaven g
name could have impelled him to such
a deed Of blackness? And who was the
woman? Stopl OF course it must be.
Why had 1 not guessed it before? She
was in all probability the one who had
caused go much heartburning in the Fen
ton family The unfortunate fellow had
fallen in love with girl much below
him in station-one who was, in fact, in
domestic service His infatuation had
been discovered at home, but all the
protests and entreaties Of his family had
failed to induce him to take sane view
of matters He loved her and would not
give her up Then why had he murder.
ed her? Indeed what grounds had l for
thinking this was the woman? My
thoughts were in a hopeless tumble
They crowded one on the other in des.
perate confusion, and I felt as if were
going mad. At last, and not too soon,
relief came. As the dawn was breaking
nature could no longer hold ont under
the strain. and ! sank on the coarse mat
tress in fitful sleep.
The first to greet me in the morning
was Butterton. He had hurried to me
directly he had read the news in the
papers, and before my letter had reached
him. A few words were enough to ex-
plain my position to him, and he left
me to do what he could to procure my
release.
The police had been active overnight.
The result of their inquiries at De We're
Gardens bore out my statement; but,
above all, traces of the murderer were
not wanting 1t appears that the un-
happy man only left me to be pursued
He tried to get rid of the broken hilt,
but it was picked up on the pavement.
He managed to outdistance his pursuers;
be was heard of afterward in Oxford
street, and there, for the nonce, the
trace was lost. These incidents were
oircumstantial evidence Of my inno-
cence Indeed all against me was the
word of questionable character who
had disappeared. The testimony OF my
old chief, Admiral Yeo, and the other
influential friends who hurried to my
call was hardly necessary to complete
the evidence in my favor
So before noon left the station free
man, but returned to my hotel with
the terrible consciousness that the muir
derer of this as yet unknown woman
was George Fenton, the brother Of the
girl who, only few hours before, had
promised to be my wife.
TO BE CONTINUED.