The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1905-02-03

tsitNt!i ItIot-G. LiAItI LIE ii4tl. III l. IttDtl-
way of an -uaoccupied house. From
this shelter he was about 10 step that
he might hail q passing cab, when q
:all straight figure with the collar of It's
eoat turned up around the lower part
Of the face, and his hat pressed ever
the forehead, shot past At = rapid pace.
In an instant the Inspector r2cog-
nized George Bostocls, and without
Hesitation followed in his footsteps.
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CHAPTER NxIu.
George Bostoch's u~ncAsiness, gloom
and fear We're Intensified by his con-
yersation with Aiacl1gortii. j what
The inspector said We're true. then prob
ably Olive Dulnbafton would incur the
penalty Of the laW. AS Inc victim Of
:ircumstaa1ial esiasRve Size would sllf-
..er, as many al innocent man and
woman had suffered before.
This idea, with all is consequences
and all its terrors forcing itself upon
aim, nearly drove him mad. lie walked
backward and forward in the room: all
MS thoughts whirling in distracted ed
ales, so thar it became impossible for
MIN 10 reason. y band OF hot iron
seen1ed to Iaress itself around his head:
The atmosnhere grew intclerahle, ana
ae resolved to leave the ilouSe, feeling
hat he u haze air ana emotion.
and conscious that She night With It's
darkness and dreariness, would be in
keeping with his mind.
Starring from the mansions, which
were situated near Baker street, he in
.oluntarily turned in the direction Of
ohve Dulnba2torl's house, before which
.ae had OF late spentnany an hour: but
suddenly realizing how i~ntoIerable it
would prove to be near her, and yet be
anatole TO afford her hope or comfort
IN TINS, the bitterest day that had
aaWaed Tor ller5sinee the occurrence of
ne .traGedy. he took an opposite di-
'ectiol1, and so passed the doorway
Where Nackwortil had taken temporary
:efQge.
Whele he vent the publisher scarce
y kneir, and did not care, his great de-
sire being to rush onward beyond the
thoughts that overwhelmed. beyond the
:oa!iet that distracted him. In the
black sky there was no sign of stars.
The rain fell in q steady downpour. and
aow and then sudden gusts of wind
swept the cherries, streets.
turning down the Marvelbone road
ae strobe rapidly forward, his head
oenJ, his umbrella coming into, collision
With M knocking against those OF
other passengers. On crossing the
roadway he took no heed of the traffic
10 right o. left of him; rain drenching
MIN, mud splashing him, voices calling
20 him, he u%nheeding all.
Mackworth, stout, and with no length
Of leg, had almost to run that he might
keep pace with him; but determined
20 discover the object of this walk, the
Inspector breathlessly pursued George
Bostock, always keeping in sight of his
all figure fitting through the darkness
but traceable as he passed from one
talnt ana yellow gas light to the other
Heartily Mackworth wished he would
slacken his speed OF take u cab, thai
This a might. be conducted under
.ess distressing conditions, but this
1ope seemed vain.
At last Bostock paused irresolutel,
on reaching the ratings fronting Mar.
velbone church, and Mackworth. sta.
toned at a little distance and still
breathing hard, gratefully hailed tn,
respite, and then began to Wonder i
this was Il place of appointment. A:
the publisher fingered there tire churcl
clock rang out the hour of 10, thu
sounds being borne down to earth o
them at their will; then as silence sue
ceeded he. started forward once more
Mackworth Oh his trail.
And so passing the Portland roa,
station, George Bostock walking rapid
~ came to the bottom of Hampstead,
road, up which thoroughfare he turned
Here the traffic. great by day is littl
tGoS ny iiSlil lat #IiiS Will ll!el
Delled horses, omnibuses with thei
avy loads and bawling conductors
Wagons rolling cumbrously forward
and cabs with their swift motion mad
a terrible din. While the white glar
Of electric light, the flare of gas Jet
above the open fruit stalls, and til
lamps Of passing vehicles made til
road in parts as bright as day.
Still, with assuming indifference I
his surroundings, George BOStoC
pressed hurriedly forward. lookin
neither to one side nor to the other, h
eyes staring absently into space, h
5brows contracted in thought, until, {
he gained the centeraof the thorough
fare he would cross, there came upc
the night a sudden shout from mar
voices raised in fear and warning, TO
lowed by the sound of horses hoo
drawn rapidly backward upon the stol
paved roadway, and the rushing of fe
from every point. Then succeeded
deadly silence ofrhushed expectancy
q policeman bent above the publisher
figure lying in the black slush witho
& ~perceptible motion, it's face to cart
Its arms wide outst-etclied. its lie
huddlad beneath the body.
While the crowd sursed forwal
Mackworth quickly made his "
through its ranks, until he reached t
had by his time partially raised. Il
Inspector glanced With fearful antil
patton at sBostock's face, now pale
1.-THE dead, it's half open lids shown
CLASSY 4eyeba!ls, the right tenn
snearcd with blood.
81 fear it's all up with him." he ga
In a husky voice. appalled, by Il
shocking accident.
81 doubt it," answered the policema
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