The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1901-01-14

fellows of my age, I already imagined
that was a man could not resist the
impulse to throw myself In his arms.
He was much affected by the undoubt-
ed genuineness of my greeting, and his
honest blue eyes grew as soft as a
girls. Wringing my hand again and
again, he kept murmuring: Poor lad!
Poor lad!" and other words, which be.
tokened deep sorrow and affection.
Then led him to my room, not the one
of the tragedy had quilted that and
we talked together Of the crime and Of
the circumstances which led to 1t. And
/ gave him brief outline of our wall
derings, and the narrative wrought a
great impression upon him.
81, too, have been wanderer," he
said, but instead of avoiding the enc.
my have sought him everywhere. So
far he has eluded me. but we shall
meet one day." His blue eyes grew
hard as death. The easy going, retired
stockbrolicr had become n desperately
determined man. We have an account
to settle with this man, Davie, and we
must not forget It,"
For myself that is inst what I should
like to have done. Though his advent
revived somewhat my dropping cour-
age, l had Il wholesome dread of this
yellow man with his mysterious ways.
The thought Of him filled me with hor-
ror Open enmity seemed natural
enough, fight by daylight was thing
to which my nature rather inclined,
but this awful underhand cunning, this
stabbing in the back, frightened me.
But now said l, surely. surely he
Is content"
My uncle shook his head.
Perhaps. but doubt it. These PEG.
pie pursue vendetta 10 the end. They
are not content with revenge on the
culprt. They exterminate the brood.
What your father did to bring this
curse upon himself and his family |
know not, but Of one thing l am GER
tain. 1t will not end with him"
"Will there never be an end to this
horrd state Of suspcnse?"
"les,' he said; zone day"
did not like the gloomy look on his
face, the gloomy uttcrance. Neverthe-
less it sent throb pulsating through
my fear and set the blood coursing des-
perately.
Can We do nothing? Is there no
way of putting an end to this doubt"
'1here is but one way" he said "and
only one. Instead of being hunted we
must turn hunters. I~havc tried and
failed, possibly because do not know
the man. You on the contrary, are
sure of him. Together we may accom-
plish what | singIy have found impos-
sble. Prudence might counsel policy
of nonnterference. You know the
adage Of the wisdom Of letting sleeping
dogs lie? But is this sleeping dog or
will he sleep now that he has accom-
plished his object?'
How could say? To me this yellow
man was the very incarnation of mys-
FERROUS and awful death, and I feared
him rs one fears mystery which deiies
solution. Child of the night. clothed in
the parent shroud, he stole secretly
from the four corners Of the earth, and
no man might say whence he came or
whittier he went. If it was his intcn-
ton still to pursue his revenge. fear
ed that the earth was not big enough
to hide me. For l had learned to fear
his power and dread his vengeance,
and | 10 longer believed that it was
possible to escape his awful vigilance.
After the funeral we left for London
and lived at his old rooms in Dover
street Piccadilly, ncglecting, | need
scarcely say. no prccautiOn which
would insure us against the attacks Of
our mysterious assalant. Then |
wrote to my fathers lawyers, McsSIs.
Martin 4 Sp,ith Of Eastchcap, ac-
nllainting them with his death and Of
my arrival in town, aud the next morn
ing | received AL answer expressing
the. hope that | would call upon them
ut my earliest convenience, as they
had something Of Importance TO COM
municatc. Therefore after breakfast
my uncle and set out for the city and
upon our arrival there were imme-
hiatcly ushercd into Mr.. Martins pri-
yatr room. -
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