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

I He crossed over to the Exchange station
and looked at the list Of departures. At
o'clock train would leave for Leeds,
md by this train Fenton decided to
travel. At Q o'clock be stepped ont ON
the Leeds platform.
His first act was to &c. refresnment,
lor he had tasted nothing for IL hours,
and was, moreover, suffering aoutsly
10 the result of wearing his wet cloth.
Ing. He was ravenously hungry, and he
made q substantial meal. Once more
the blood seemed to course in his veins,
and his courage revived. For long
time be sat over his breakfast deli berat.
ing on his next move, which he at
length decided must be to get rid Of his
dress clothes. II suspicion had fallen
upon him, these would no doubt be an
important link in his detection, and 1t
seemed more risky to continue wearing
them than to dispose Of them. He spent
the greater part Of the morning wan
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
my line, and shtill less 60 ven dey are
sboiled init 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, II it is an exchange you
wants perhaps can do someshing for
you. bort it was monish vat you want.
ed. See here. Dis is winding in
shecks. You could blay shess or dravts
on de design ven you was dat way in.
olined."
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
vuneraI."
After much parleying and haggling
Fenton was at last fitted out in the cast
off Sunday best Of some presumably
worthy Leeds weaver, and he left the
store lamenting the inequality of the
exchange.
Then he went to a barber's and had
his mugtache shaved.
By this time the early editions Of the
evening papers were out, and Fenton
eagerly scanned copy of The Evening
Post.
"Horrible Tragedy In Mayfair-The
Murderer at Large" met his eyes, and
with trembling heart he read of "the
release of the naval officer" and Of the
chase after himself the previous night,
the discovery Of the hilt Of the dagger,
and, o God, of his own departure to
Manchester from Willesden Junction.
Then followed description Of himself:
Ozark, about s feet 8 in height, well
built. brown eyes and dark mustaohe,
about 80 years Of age; at the time was
wearing evening dress clothes, a light
overcoat and bowler hat"
Fenton's head whirled as he read
these lines, and he looked round in ter
ror, half expecting to see some one al
ready identifying him, despite his hav-
ing disposed Of some Of the damning
details. They were on his track, and at
any moment he might be arrested. He
must be off again, and that Immediate
ly. Once more he must take train in
the hope Of battling his pursuers He
walked into Wellington station and
found that train started in a few min
utes for Skipton. He bought ticket
furtively, duly wondering why the
clerk did not eye him suspiciously.
He was at Skipton within the hour.
What was he to do now? He had some-
thing less than sovereign in his peck.
ct, SO he could not afford another jour-
ney by train. Besides, he must shun
the haunts of news readers. The coun-
try would be the best place for him
now. He was almost at his wits end,
but he pulled himself together, went
into public house and called for some
| brandy. This put enough Dutch cour-
age into his soul to enable him to in
quire about the surrounding country
from garrulous bar ranger. As re-
suit Of his inquiries he determined to
take to the Cracoe road, hoping to
reach Grassington and the scattered
villages beyond, where newspapers were
few and the population illiterate.
Then be set out. Tho brandy saw
him through mile or two, but the ex-
oitement was telling upon him, and his
bodily pain was increasing, and soon
he could scarcely crawl along. He rest
ed many time and oft by the way,
and 1t was dark when the glimmer Of
the lights of Keystone village met his
eyes. Here he determined to pass the
night. He could 60 no farther. He did
not dare to put up at any public house
for fear of ultimate discovery, go he
cast about him for roof for shelter.
By the moonlight he espied an old shed
alongside some stabling, and thither he
repaired. Not having even strength
enough to search for litter for bed, he
threw himself down on the ground and
fell into broken sleep.
He awoke in the early morning with
pains and aches shooting all over his
body, but with mind clear enough to
appreciate the exigencies Of the situa-
ton. He must be up and away before
the sleuthhounds could scent him. He
dragged his unwilling limbs out of the
shed and gained the highway. But now
the want of food was beginning to tell
heavily upon him, and his legs almost
refused to move. Long before he reach
ed Cracoe he was overtaken by coal
cart He hailed the driver and asked for
a lift The man looked at him doubt
fully, but the offer of coin produced the
desired effect. Lying full length on .
sack on the top Of the Goals, Fenton
spent the next hours in dazed, witless
condition. The drivers destination was
Kilnsey, and there his fare was turned
adrift. Here Fenton determined to have
something to eat, for without food he
felt it would be impossible to 60 farther.
He staggered into the village inn, which
stood invitingly near. Suddenly look
of terror overspread his face and he