Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1905-02-10
CHATTER XIII.

CHAPTER XXIII.
George Bostock's uneasiness, gloom
and fear We're intensified by his con-
%versation with Mackworth, If 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-
Ter, as many an innocent man and
woman had suffered before.
This 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 ii 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 it's
darkness and dreaTineSS. would be in
keeping with his mind.
Starting from the mansions, which
we're Situated near Baker street. he in
voluntarily turned i'll 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
In this, the bitterest day that had
dawned for her since the occurrence of
the tragedy, he took an opposite di-
rection. n 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 him. In the
black sky there was no sign of stars;
the rain fell in a steady downpour, and
now Inc then sudden gusts of wind
swept the cheerless 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 d%renching
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 one
s: :sa ; c.iS- -as light 10 tire other.
Heartily Mackworth wished he would
slacken his speed or take a cab, that
this chase might be conducted under
less distressing conditions, but this
hope seemed vain.
At ant Bostock paused irresolutely
on reaching the ratings fronting Mar
velbone church, and Mackworth. sta
toned at a little distance and still
breathing hard, gratefully hailed the
respite, n then began to wonder lie
this was a place of appointment. AS
the publisher fingered there the church
clock rang out the hour OF 10, the
sounds being borne down to earth or
waited away into air as the winds blew
ceeded he Stuffed toward once niofe,
Mackworth on his trail.
And 81 passing the Portland road
station. George Bostotk walking randi
iy came TO the bottom of Hampstead
road. up which thoroughfare he turned.
Here the traffic, great by day Is little
less by night. Tram cars with their
belled horses, omnibuses with their
heavy loads and bawling conductors,
wagons rolling cumbrously forward,
and cabs with their swift motion made
a terrible din, while the white glare
of electric light, the flare of gas Jets
above the open fruit stalls, and the
lamps OF passing vehicles made the
road In parts as bright as day.
Still. with assuming indifference ia
his surroundings. George Bostocl
pressed hurriediy forward, LOOKING
neither to one nor 10 the other, his
eyes staring absently into space. his
brows contracted ( n thought, until, as
he gained the center OF the thorough
fare he would cross. there came upor
the night a Sudden shout from mans
voices raised in fear and warning. fol-
lowed by the sound of horses hoofs
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