she return to the
"Anchorage", and advertise Bertie's danger? So vague were her ideas
relative to the limits of extradition, that she had regarded Canada as
a city of refuge; considered its protection of United States' criminal
fugitives as efficacious, as meeting a Vestal Priestess on the way to
his execution, proved in rescuing a Roman malefactor from the penalty
of violated law; but this shred of comfort had parted, when most she
required its aid.

"Yes, I understand extradition provisions have been arranged, which are
bound to have a wholesome effect; especially in this section, where it
is so easy to slip across the lakes any dark night. I am told nearly
all felonies will be embraced now--from murder to burglary--and that
Her Majesty's Secretaries are more willing to aid our officers, than
was the case a few years ago, when no end of quibbling tied up justice."

The gentlemen on the seat in front of her, moved away to the smoking
car; and the woman in gray listened to the creak and whirr of the wheel
of torturing dread, upon which some malignant fate once more bound her.
Bertie had been safe in his mountain fastness, until her ill-starred
advertisement coaxed him within reach of the police Briareus. Could she
discern the hand of merciful warning in this fortuitous meeting with a
captured culprit; which so vividly recalled the maddening incidents of
her return to X---, when the sheriff had hurried her from the car? A
sickening terror seized her, and along the expanse of pearly mist that
united earth and sky, in tke snowy fringe of ripples breaking their
teeth on the shelving beach, she seemed to read the doom of her
stratagem written in words of menace:

"Go where you may, but I give you fair warning you cannot escape me;
and the day on which you meet that guilty vagabond, you betray him to
the scouts of justice."

Far away, among the orange groves of Louisiana, would he forget his
threat, or fail to execute it? On and on darted the train; people
laughed and talked; a tired baby swayed from side to side on the
nurse's knees, crooned herself to sleep; and a canary in a cage covered
with pink net, broke suddenly into a spasm of trills and roulades.

It was almost four o'clock when the dull roar of Niagara set the air a
tremble, and the few remaining passengers left the train. The little
town was unusually quiet and deserted, the tide of summer travel having
ebbed; and not until the crystal fingers of the ice fai