The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1905-02-02
CHAPTER XIII.

neSlLatlOn foll0WeQ IN MS Footsteps.
CHAPTER XIII.
George Bostock's u~neasiness, gloom
and fear We're intensified by his con-
versation With M~achworth. II what
the inspector said We're true, then prob-
ably Olive Dumbarton would incur the
penalty of the law. AS the victim of
circumstantial evidence she would suf-
fer, as many an innocent man and
woman a suffered before.
h idea, with all is consequences
and all its terrors forcing itself upon
him, nearly drove him mad. He walked
backward and forward in the room, all
his thoughts whirling in distracted ed
dies, SO that it became impossible for
him to reason. A band of hot iron
seemed to press itself around his head;
the atmosphere grew intolerable, and
he resolved to leave the house, feeling
that he must have air and motion,
and conscious that the night with its
darkness and d~reariness, would be in
keeping with his mind.
Starting from the mansions, which
were situated near Baker street, he in
voluntarily turned in the direction of
Olive Dumbarton's house, before which
he had of late spent many an hour; but
suddenly realizing how intolerable it
would prove to be near her, and yet be
unable to afford her hope or comfort
~ al IL udy lIldl ildu
daWned for her since the occurrence OF
the tragedy, he took an opposite di-
I r%ection, and so passed the doorway
where Mackworth had taken temporary
refuge.
Where he went the publisher scarce
ly knew, and did not care, his great de-
sire being to rush onward beyond the
thoughts that overwhelmed, beyond the
conflict that distracted hin. In the
black sky there was no sign of stars;
the rain fell in a steady downpour, and
now and then sudden gusts Of wind
swept the cherries streets.
Turning down the Marvelbone road
he strobe rapidly forward, his head
bent, his umbrella coming into collision
with and knocking against those OF
other passengers. On crossing the
roadway he took no heed of the traffic
to right or left of him; rain drenchine
him, mud splashing him, voices calling
to him, he unheeding all.
Mackworth, stout, and with no length
OF leg, had almost to run that he might
keep pace with him; but determined
to discover the object of This walk, the
Inspector breathlessly pursued George
BoStock, always keeping in sight of his
tall figure fitting through the darkness
but traceable as he passed from on
ain and yellow gas light to the other
Heartily MackWorth wished he would
slacken his speed or take a cab, tina.
this chase might be conducted under
less distressing conditions, but thi.
hope seemed vain.
At last Bostock paused ir~resolutel,
on reaching the ratings fronting Mar.
velbone church, and Mackworth, sta,
toned at a little distance and still
breathing hard, gratefully hailed tn,
respite, n then began to wonder 1
this was a place of appointment. A.
the publisher fingered there the churcl
clock rang out the hour of 10, tn,
sounds being borne down to earth O
waited away into air as the winds blev
them at their will; then as silence sue
ceeded he started Onward once more
Mackworth on his trail.
And SO passing the Portland roat
station, George Bostock walking rapid
ly came to the bottom of Hampstea,
road. up which t~horoughfare he turned
Here the traffic, great by day is littl
less by night. Tram ears with thei
belled horses, omnibuses with thei
heavy 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 tn
lamps Of passing vehicles made tn
road in parts as bright as day.
Still, with assuming Indifference t
his surroundings, George Bostoc
pressed hurriedly forward, lookin
neither to one side nor to the other, h
eyes staring absently into space, h.
brows contracted in thought, until, q
he gained the center of the thorough
fare he would cross, there came upo
the night a sudden shout from man
voices raised in fear and warning, 70
lowed by the sound Of horses hoo
drawn rapidly backward upon the stor
paved roadway, and the rushing of fe,
from every point. hen succeeded
deadly silence of hushed expectancy {
a policeman bent above the publisher
figure lying in the black slush witho1
~perceptible motion, its face to cart
its arms wide outstretched, its Les
huddled beneath the body.
While the crowd surged forwar
MackWorth quickly made his WI
through it's ranks, until he reached IL
lnanimate form, which the policema
had by this time partially raised. II
inspector glanced with fearfuI antic
patton at Bostock's face, now pale
the dead, it's half open lids shown
CLASSY ~eyeballs, the right temp
smeared with blood.
t Il fear it's all up,with him." he sa.