Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1899-01-13

was chased down tho :streets by q how y:
ing crowd. Quick down there, or he.
would be caughti oFasterl Faster o,
God, they are gaining on him = And
with cry of terror he awoke, trem.5
bling from bead to foot -. T.. >...- Y, .::.:
Thank heaven, it was only q horrible
dream! He was cafe as yet. rss ~ !
And SO that interminabie night wore
on. It 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?" ~ - .2's>'',F' -f.'4'@ ::.@,:a,
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.
lowed? Hardy likely. Then he was
safe. Why nm away? If 8 ghost of q
suspicion lodged against him. he was
only accentuating it by abeenting him
self. He ought never to have left town.
De We're Gardens was the safest place
for him. What a fool he had been to
rush madly away in this absurd fash.
ion! But even now was it too late to
return? There were quick trains, up
from Manchester. He could be back by
noon, aud it would be easy to account
for his absence-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
Nov, 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
mackintosh, he said to the Yorksnire-
man. II don't know what / should
have done without it. -
He babe the kind fellow goodby and
struggled into his scddened overcoat
and now sailed forth into the streets
VI SOtlOdOpt!1S. IL w al III" past y
O'Clock, and he soon got hold of news
paper, which he opened with palpitat-
ing heart.
Great heavensl' he cried as his
eye found the column he wanted. There,
in large capitals, stared him in the
face:
HORRIBLE MURDER IN MAYFAIR
At
His blood ran cold as he read the last
line, for he once grasped that if Brett
had been arrested, owing to some ab.
surd blunder on the part Of the police,
in order perhaps to save his own life
he would be bound to reveal all he
knew ct the murder. He read through
the account that followed, but that gave
him little further information. There
were simply the particulars of the find.
ing of the body, Brett arrest, with the
subsequent trouble, and the conveyance
Of him and the corpse to the police sta
ton. The paper fell from Fenton's
hand in dislnay. Now, at any rate, it
would he simple folly on his part to re-:
turn before me- knew that no suspicion
rested upon him. In the meantime he
ought to make his own position as SO.
cure as posi- ole by further movements
He crossed over to the Exchange station
and looked at the list of departures. At
2 O'Clock a train would leave for Leeds,
and by this train Fenton decided to
travel. At 9 o'clock he stepped out On
the Leeds PLATFORM
His first act was to get .tlresnment,
e: re had tasted nothing far ~ hours,
and was, moreover, suffering acuteIv
aE the result VI wearing his wet cloth
ing. He was ravenously hungry, and he
made a substantial meal. Once more
the blood seemed to course IL lis veins,
and his courage revived. For long
time he sat over his breakfast deliberat-
ing on his next move, which he at
length decided must be to get rid of his
dress clothes. If suspicion had fallen
upon him, these would no doubt be an
Important link in his detection, aud it
seemed more risky to continue wearing
them than to dispose OF them Flo spent
sAO SACoeCA Ud1t VI Viz 1uUIulIlS WALL
dering up and down the city before he
found shop likely for his purpose. At
last he entered one and asked the man
behind the counter what he would give
for the suit he was wearing
Dress shoots are holdings moosh in
NY line, and shtill less so ven dey are
sboiled nit mud and wed. De glosh on
dis shoot is debarded forever, and my
fr'en S only wants gloshy dress shoots.
Gloss or no gloss, Fenton explained,
he must have it exchanged for an every
day rig out.
my fr'en, if it is all exchange you
wants perhaps can do someshing for
you. l bort it was monish vat you want
ed. See here Dis is winding in
shecks. You could blay shess or draw Is
on de design ven you was dat way in
clined.''
Fenton explained he did not feel at
all that way inclined. He wanted some
thing not quite so pronounced.
II see noding wrong NIT de bronun-
citation. Peraps it is COLE black shoot
you wants, nit vich to attend your own
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