The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1899-03-02
! CONTINUAL From LAST WEEK.

~ CONTINUITY FROM. LAST WEEK.
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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. Is
q Then he went to BARRIERS and had
his mustache shaved. Un
f By this time the early editions of the
evening papers were out, and Fenton
eagerly scanned copy of The Evening
Post. a
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
ssDark, about feet 9 in height, we'll
built, brown eyes and dark mustache,
about 80 years of age; at the time was
wearing evening dress clothes. light
overcoat and a bowler hat
Fenton's head whirled as he read
these lines, and he looked round in ter
TOR, 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
~. Once more he must take train in
the hope CT battling his pursuers. He
walked into Wellington station and
found that train started ina 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 a public house and called for some
brandy. This put enough Dutch cour-
age into his soul to enable him to in
Qnire about the surrounding country
from garrulous bar ranger. AS a re-
quito his inquiries he determined to
take to the Qracoe road, hoping to
reach Grassington and the scattered
villages beyond, where newspapers were
few and the population illiterate.
Then he set out The brandy saw
him through mile or two, but the ex-
citement was telling upon him, and his
bodily pain was increasing, and soon
he could scarcely crawl along. He rest
ed many a time and oft by the way,
and it was dark when the glimmer OF
the lights of Rylstone village met his
eyes Here he determined to pass the
night He could go no farther. He did
notSdare to put up at any public house
for fear Of ultimate discovery, so 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 hii
BODY, but with mind clear enough tt
appreciate the exigencies of the situa.
tion 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 tel
heavily upon him, and his legs almost
refused to move. Long before he reach
ed Cracoe he was overtaken by Goa
cart He hailed the driver and asked fol
a lift The man looked at him doubt
fully, but the offer Of coin produced the
desired effect. Lying full length on 9
sack on the top of the Goals Fentor
spent the next hours in a dazed, witless
condition The drivers destination wa!
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 go farther
He staggered into the.village inn, which
stood invitingly near. Suddenly a lool
of terror overspread his face and hs
turned sharply off the main road. HI
had seen a policeman enter. A police.
man in that old world place! What was
he doing there? To his distorted vision
the man was already making inquiries
of the innkeeper, and the carter would
be there in a minute to add his link to
the chain of evidence that was gradual
" being forged around him. :
Fear galvanized his stiffened limbs
into action, and down that lonely lane
Fenton pelted With blind hurry width.
or ne Knew NOT nor careo. line squirt dlo
not last long, and he soon dropped into
his old shamble. To make things worse,
the rain, which had been threatening
all dag, NOW came down in torrents,
and the need of some. place Of cover
grew imperative. Thete was a haystack
near-the only hope of shelter in that
bleak inhospitable landscape--but be-
.fme be could even reach what refuge
shat afforded the pisiiess rain hac
-arenched him TO- the marrow. The
whole OF that wretohed afternoon Fen
ION sheltered there sometimes doing.
more often .ferribly wide awake. wet
cold and hungry. When dusk came. be
ventured forth again in quest Of food
and lodging, which he must have if hs
wished to keep mind and body together.
He struggled on for q couple of hours,