Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-03-04
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THIS one looked at ht1n 1otth sleepy inter
est as he came In,
ed past Kensal Green cemetery as if they
were taking part in funeral, but driv-
er and horses plucked up courage as
they neared port, and they drew up at
the Grown at smart trot, Here Fenton
incautiously asked the conductor the
way to the railway station.
It was upon the stroke Of l2 when be
reached the junction, and he found to
his great Joy that the night express
would pass through in a few minutes
Where was he to goY At first he thought
of booking to Scotland, but his slender
resources decided him in favor Of Man
chester. Punctually at 10 minutes past
10 the train drew up alongside the plat.
form, and to Fenton it seemed a perfect
haven of refuge He tried to find an
empty compartment but failed to do 80,
and at last entered one with a solitary
inmate
This one looked at him with sleepy
interest as be came in, which was in
creased when Fenton took off his drip
ping coat and thereby disclosed his
evening dress For some time he eyed
him curiously, and then he said in
broadest Yorkshire, "Tha's been tuv an
evening party, young feller?'
Fenton nodded assent. too worn out
to dispute the point
"Thear's a sight of parties on just
mar, I'll be bahnd?"
Fenton groaned inwardly. He was
evidently imprisoned for the night with
a loquacious Tyke.
eyes, there's generally something Of
that sort on in town.. he assented po-
liteIy.
"Well likes to 60 somewhere where
ones clothes doan't matter, Give me E
waxwork show or t. Bloody Tower"
Fenton didn't reply, but nothing dis
concerted, his companion went on:
"Not as I've been to shows this time.
I've seed 'em all afore. I've been ON
olzness
Fenton nodded wearily.
"Tha doesn't mind ma smoaking, do
;ye?' said the other, pulling out cigar
of doubtful aspect.
"Not at ALL" said Fenton, hoping
this would keep his companion quiet.
maybe you'd like smoak yersen!
said the orkshireman, who was sener-
ously disposed.
"Thanks, no." said Fenton. "I'm
not much of smoker"
"That's rect. A young feller should
reserve his strength so as he can enjoy
his smoak when his trouble comes. y
And pleased with this philosophic senti-
ment the old fellow puffed away at his
rank cigar
There was pause of few minutes,
and Fenton hoped his companion was
now fully engrossed with his cigar and
his troubles But he was mistaken. The
hearty voice went on:
"Yes I've been up to Lunnon on biz
ness-very pertikeler bizness. Ah'll tell
ye all about it, as ye seem interested. >
And he did tell, and his voice buzzed
in Fenton's ear in harmony with the
rattling of the wheels and the roar OF
the train.
On, on the voice went, with never
ending energy, but Fenton's thoughts
were elsewhere. He was wet through to
the skin, he was shivering with cold,
he was utterly miserable both in mind
and body. Was there in all London that
night more wretched man than be!
The thought was simply overwhelming
that he, George Fenton, was fugitive
that he would be wanted by the po-
lice on the morrow for the murder of a
woman. A cold sweat stood upon his
brow and an involuntary groan broke
from his lips.
Even the self absorbed Yorkshireman
noticed his companions distress and
broke off his epic in compassion.
young feller," said he solemnly.
"ye're wet through to the skin.
Fenton did not deny it.
"See 'ere," said the other, getting
up and inspecting his own wraps.
"Just ye put on this ere waterproof.
It'll keep ye warm ovverneet. It's
downright daft of ye travelling in nowt
but gimcracks like them, as wouldn't
turn a summer shower. "
Fenton thanked him warmly and was
glad enough to don the proffered arti'
Gle. He buried his chin deep i'll the ca
pacious collar and pretended to sleep.
The cigar had now gone out, and the
smoker was yawning. In another ten
minutes resounding snores proclaimed
his reception in the arms of Morpheus.
In vain did Fenton try to follow his
COMPANION into oblivion. Sleep refused
to come For a few minutes he fell
into iitful slumber, but his brain re-
fused to rest Again he stood over the
dead body of the woman he loved; again
he saw her pale, drawn face and the