The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-02-06

Fenton nodded assent too worn out
to dispute the point.
"Thear's sight Of parties on just
mar, I'll be bahnd?"
Fenton groaned inwardly. He was
evidently imprisoned for the night with
q loquacious Tyke.
"Yes, there's generally something Of
that sort on in town." he assented po-
litely.
swell I likes to go somewhere where
ones clothes doan't matter. Give met
waxwork show or T. Bloody Tower"
Fenton didn't reply, but nothing dis
concerted, bis mpanion went on:
"Not as I've been to shows this time.
I've seed 'em all afore. I've been on
bizness."
| Fenton nodded YEARLY.
"Tha doesn't mind ma smoaking, do
yei" said the other, pulling out cigar
Of doubtful aspect.
"Not at ALL" said Fenton, hoping
this would keep his companion quiet.
"Maybe you'd like smoak yersenr'
said the Yorkshireman, who ives gener-
ously disposed.
"Thanks, no. said Fenton. "I'm
not much Of smoker"
"That's rect. A young Teller should
reserve his strength go as he can enjoy
his smoak when his trouble comes"
And pleased with this philosophio senti-
ment the old fellow pulled away at his
rank cigar. .~-.,.
There was pause of few minutes,
and Fenton hoped his companion was
now fully engrossed with his cigar and
his troubles. But he was mistaken. The
hearty voice went on:
"Yes, I've been up to Lunnon on biz
ness-very pertikeler bizness. Ah'll tell
ye all about it, as ye seem interested. ,"
And be did tell, and his voice buzzed
In Fenton's ear in harmony with the
rafting of the wheels and the roar Of
the train.
On, on the voice went, with never
ending energy, but Fenton's thoughts
were elsewhere. He was wet through to
the skin, he was shivering with cold,
he was utterly miserable both in mind
and body. Was there in all London that
night a more wretched man than he?
The thought was simply overwhelming
that he, George Fenton, was fugitive
that he would be wanted by the pc.
lice on the morrow for the murder Of q
woman. A cold sweat stood upon his
brow and an involuntary groan broke
from his lips.
Even the self absorbed Yorkshireman
noticed his companions distress and
broke of his epic in compassion.
"Young feller," said he solemnly,
"ye're wet through to the skin."
Fenton did not deny it.
"See 'ere," said the other, getting
up and inspecting his own wraps.
"Just ye put on this ERE waterproof.
It'll keep ye warm ovverneet. It's
downright daft Of ye travelling in nowt
but gimcracks like them, as wouldn't
turn summer shower"
Fenton thanked him warmly and was
glad enough to don the proffered arti-
Gle. He buried his chin deep in the ca
pacious collar and pretended to sleep.
The Cigar had now gone out, and the
smoker was yawning. In another ten
minutes resounding shores proclaimed
bis reception in the arms of Morpheus.
In vain did Fenton try to follow his
companion into oblivion. Sleep refused
to come. For few minutes he fell
into titful slumber, but his brain re-
fused to rest. Again he stood over the
dead body of the woman he loved again
he saw her pale, drawn face and the
horrible dagger in her heart; again
Brett confronted him, and once more he
was chased down the streets by howl
ing crowd. Quick down there, or he
would be caught Faster! Faster o
God they are gaining on himl And
with a cry of terror he awoke, trem-
bling from head to foot.
Thank heaven, it was only horrible
dreaml Ho was safe as yet.
And so that interminable night wore
on. 1t was not till the gray morning
came in through the carriage windows
that the thought flashed across him for
the first time, "Why am running
away"
Brett alone had seen him, and he
knew he was safe with Brett. No, Dun
can would not betray him. Had he
been recognized in the chase that fol-
lowed3 Hardly likely. Then he was
safe. Why run away? If a ghost of a
suspicion lodged against him. he was
only aocentuating it by absenting him
self. He ought never to have left town.
De We're Gardens was the safest place
for him. What q fool be had been to
rush madly away in this absurd fash.
ionl But even now was 1t too late to
return? There were quick trains up
from Manchester. He could be back by
noon, and it would be easy to account
for his absenoe--such occurrences were
not infrequent. At Manchester, at any
rate he could buy an early paper and
be guided by the report Of the murder,
which would by this time be telegraph
ed to every quarter Of the globe.
These thoughts brought him some
comfort, and, at last, when the sky was
turning to crimson, George Fenton
sank into deep sleep.
"Now, lad, here we be at Manches.
ter. Up ye get"
Fenton rubbed his eyes and stared
round him dazedly and struggled to
his feet.
"Thank you very much for your
macintosh. he said to the Yorkshire
man. II don't know what should
have done without it,.
He bade the kind fellow goodby and
struggled into his soddened overcoat
and now sailed forth into the streets
Of Cottonopolis. 1t was now past 9
o'clock, and no soon got hold Of a news
paper, which be opened with palpitat-
ing heart.
"Great heavensi" he cried as his
eye found the column he wanted. There,
In large capitals, stared him in the
face:
HORRIBLE MURDER IN MAYFAIR.
ARREST OF A NAVAL OFFICER.
EJ;o b1ood RIM onld aa he read the last