Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-03-04

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would be caught Fasterl Faster Y
God, they are gaining on himl And
with cry of terror he awoke, trem-
bling from head to foot.
Thank heaven, it was only horrible
dreaml He 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 l running
away?"
Brett alone had seen him, and he
knew be was safe with Brett. No, Dun
can would not betray him. Had he
been recognized in the chase that fol-
lowed? Hardly likely. Then he was
safe Why run away9 If a ghost OF a
suspicion lodged against him, he was
only accentuating it by absenting him.
self He ought never to have left town.
De We're Gardens was the safest place
for him. What fool he had been to
rush madly away in this absurd FASH
ionI But even now was it 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 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 a 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. Il dent know what l should
have done without it. -
He babe the kind fellow goodby and
struggled into his soddened overcoat
and now sailed forth into the streets
of Cottonopolis 1t was now past 8
O'Clock, and he soon got hold of a news
paper, which he opened with palpitat-
ing heart.
Great heavensI' he cried as bis
eye found the column he wanted. There,
lin large capitals, stared him in the
face:
HORRIBLE MURDER IN MAYFAIR.
ARREST OF A NAVAL OFFICER.
His blood ran cold as he read the last
line, for he at once grasped that if Brett
had been arrested, owing to some alb
surd blunder on the part of the police,
in order perhaps to save his own life
Lhe would be bound to reveal all he
knew of 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's arrest, with the
subsequent trouble, and the conveyance
of him and the corpse to the police sta
,tion. The paper fell from Fenton's
hand in dismay. Now, at any rate, it
would te simple folly on his part to re.
turn before he knew that no suspicion
rested upon him. In the meantime be
ought to make his own position as &C.
cure as possible by further movements
He crossed over to the Exchange station
and looked at the list of departures. At
2 o'clock train would leave for Leeds,
and by this train Fenton decided to
travel. At 8 o'clock he stepped out ON
the Leeds platform.
His first act was to get teirssnment,
ear he had tasted nothing for 10 hours,
and was, moreover, suffering acutelv
as the result Of wearing MS wet cloth
ing. He was ravenously hungry, and he
made a substantial meal. Once more
the blood seemed to course in his 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, and it
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 be
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 nodings moosh in
my line, and sbtill 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 an exchange you
wants perhaps | can do someshing fol
you. | dort it was H. onish vat you want
ed. See here Dis is a Winding in
shecks. You could blay shess or dravts
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.
81 see noding wrong nit de bronun.
citation. Peraps it is a COLE black shoot
you wants, NIT vich to attend your OWL
vuneral
After much parleying and haggline
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 barber's and had
his mustache shaved.
By this time the early editions of the
eveuinp papers were out, and Fentor