The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-02-04

AWARE, SATURDAY,
aimg the ltisss .nould hardly ssaaps a.
citing interest. Who FIRST started the
chase 10 impsterial-psobsbly some
loafet Of The paysmsnt-but very soon
a crowd Of respectable dimensions fol.
lowed upon his heels with cries Of
"stop. thief"
Their shouts At first fell upon deaf ears.
but finally, a. they gained upon him,
Fenton became aware Of his pursuers.
He now seems to have remem bered the
remnant Of the dagger which he still
carried, and be tried to get rid Of 1t.
Seeing q wall at bis side, be hurled the
hilt over the coping. hoping to lose ii
on the other side, but he aimed too low,
and it fell at the feet Of his foremost
pursuer, who stopped down to SEQ what
it was. This put moments pause into
the pursuit, and that moment gave Fem
ton bis chance. He fed as II the furies
Of hell were after him-as luck would
have 1t ran into no one-and after end
less doubling and redoubling at length
,-..- SOC. r-s,rr- ---,a--.-As--o---,.-r
found himself In Oxford street hatless,
breathless, quivering with excitement,
but the moment safe FROM pursuit. See.
ing an omnibus passing by, he jumped
upon II without noting or caring for it's
destination. ThsFs was barely room for
him on the footboard, and bis neishbor
strongly objected to being crushed.
IF was you. guv.'r," said he, II
should wait fer the next I'M. Ten ter
one it'll bring your bloomin tile along
with It,"
Only then was Fenton aware that bis
hat was missing. II he wished to escape
notice, it was evident he must get hold
Of another, and that at once, so he i'm
msdiately entered into negotiations with
the speaker.
"Do you think I'm a-goin to git a
missin word Of cold fer bloke like
you? Not if I knows it,"
II suppose even your hat has its
prioe?" said Fenton.
mot bein dookal coronet, 1t hain't.
Do you think az 'ow I'd be seen 10 the
streets of London without a tile? I've .
reputytion to lose II you 'aven't"
"What do you say to 8 shillings for
it," asked Fenton persuasively. -.
"Five bob fer my billyoock! Five bob
fer Linken and Bennik's hexerbishon
prodoosel You must tyke me fer .
bloomin fail You can ave the feather
in it fer that precise sum il you want.
There's good deal Of warmth in py-
cooks feather, although you mightn't
think it.
"Sevsn and Skip
"Seven and a. tanner. Well, that's
more reasonable. II 'ud be pity fer
you to tyke cold, nice young man like
you, with future afore you. Seven and
six does it. But what about the feather?
I've tyken q likin to that pycock's
ploome. sits and watches it fer hours
on wet Sundays. It seems to sorter re-
mind me of the rynebows I used to see
when I was young and unspotted from
the world"
lyon can keep your feather" said
Fenton, and he put on the greasy hat.
At the Marble arch the destination Of
the bus was called out.
"R'y'l Oakl R'y'l Oakl Crown,
Harlesdenl'
Fenton now had time to consider his
plane. He felt in his pockets and found
he had still 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 il be
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 drenohed, but fearing
to come across some ono who knew him
he dared not take an inside seat. There
he sat in the pouring rain despite the
invitations Of the conductor, the one
solitary passenger on 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
grszed lamppost, and the frightened
horses attempteda bolt. Higher up they
almost ran over gentleman returning
unsteadily from temperance demon
stration, and finally one horse came
down on the slippery road. They walk.