Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1899-01-13
Continued from last week.
CHAPTER; III.

S11Af1GIES III.
THE CHASING OF GEORGE EENToN.
This is the story of what George Fen
ton did after be left me with the corpse
in Back Savil]e street that awful
night l learned it chiefly from the &C.
count which the papers gave Of the
chase by the police, but some of the de-
tails were told me afterward by Fenton
himself After he ran out Of my sight
be had not sufficient presence Of mind
to slacken his pace, and the inevitable
result was that he attracted the particu-
lar attention OF the people he met. His
hat had fallen off; his coat, which was
flying open, disclosed his evening dress.
In bis hand he still held the hilt Of the
dagger, while his drawn, white face be-
trayed the mental agony he was under.
going Even III Mayfair at that late
hour of the night such figure rushing
along the street could hardly escape ex-
citing interest Who first started the
chase is teria!-probably some
loafer Of the pavpmrnt-but very soon
a crowd Of Respectable dimensions fol-
lowed Cp'n lis h>t$ with cries of
Stop, til: t''
Their $:l,>cy: 4; first fell upon deaf ears,
but finally, :: t!l'.y gained upon him,
Fenrcn ::'r:l'.lr aware & bis pursuers
lie new -"'.'.: 20 !:,!v,' r<."irN!bare the
remnant & IT, ,i."G I " :i!cn ne still
carried. :};!'l Er t:!'E Z, get rid Of it.
Seeing u ";;,?! II H. s!::1'. hi; hurled the
hi; t.v'' IT,. "',i;l.:!. hr,l"2 to lose il
on the Il! / side. i1ut ilr aimed too low,
and it I'll! at the feet Of his foremost
puISl!cT, who stopped down to see what
1t was This put d moments pause into
the pursuit, and that moment gave Fen
ton bis chance. He fled as if the furies
OF hell were after him-as luck would
have it ran into no one-and after end
less doubling and redoubling at length
found himself in Oxford street hatless,
GREATNESS, qulvering with excitement,
but tho moment safe from pursuit. See
ing AL omnibus passing by, he jun ped
upon it without noting Or caring for it's
destinations There was harely room for
him on the footboard and his neighbor
strongly objected to being crushed
If | was you, guvn'r.' said he, II
should wait fer the next un. Ten ter
one it II bring your bloorlin tile along
with it, -
Only then was FentOn aware that his
hat was missing. If he wished to escape
notice, it was evident he must get hold
of another, and that at once, so he i'm
medlately entered into negotiations with
the speaker
''Do you think I'm a-goin to git a
missin word Of cold fer a bIoke like
you: Not if l knows it. -
IL suppose even your hat has its
price?' said Fenton.
Not bein dOokal coronet, it hahn t.
Do you think as 'ow I'd be seen in the
streets Of London without tile? I've a
reputytion to lose if you 'aven't."
'What do you say to 5 shillings for
it, asked Fenton persuasively.
Five bob fer my billycock! Five bob
fer Linken and Bennlk's hexerbishon
proaoose! You must tyke me fer a
bluomil fiat! You can ave the feather
III 1t fer that precise sum if you want
There S a good deal of warmth in Nv.
think it. -
Seven and six?'
Seven and tanner Well, that's
more reasonable 1t 'ud be pitv fer
you to tyke cold, a nice young man like
you, with future afOre you. Seven and
Elm does it. But what about the feather?
I've tyken ikin to that pycock's
cir r.,
Oh wet Sundays 1t seems to sorter re-
niiad he of the rynebows l used to see
when WAS yoang and unspotted from
the world
4on can keep your feather, - said
Fenton, and he put Oh the greasy hat
at the Marble arch the destination of
the bus was called out
"R'yl Oak! R'y'l Oak! Crown.
-Harlesden!''
Fenton now had time to consider his
plans He felt in his pockets and found
ne had still a couple of sovereigns and
few coppers 1t hardly seemed enough
to conduct successful flight from the
arms Of the law, but it would at any
rate see him clear of the metropolis be-
fore the hue and cry was raised if he
took train at once. At Paddington he
almost got down, but for one reason or
another he decided in favor of Willes-
den junction. The rain was now falling
heavily, and the fugitive was BY this
time pretty we'll drenched, but fearing
to come across some one who knew him
he dared not take all inside seat There
he sat in the pouring rain despite the
invitations of the conductor, the one
solitary passenger Oh the roof
How he cursed the slow progress of
the vehicle! Some imp of mischief
seemed to be playing the fool with
them, and it seemed as though they
never would arrive in safety at their
destination At Westbourne Grove they
grazed lamppost, and the frightened
horses attempted a bolt. Higher up they
almost ran over gentleman returning
unsteadily from a temperance demon
stration and finally one horse came
. down on the slippery road. They walk
ed past Kensal Green cemetery as if they