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¡I By~W11iiam Le Queu 14 I 1 CHAPTER XI. Contains Much That is Exciting. Stop here a moment, and give me a light," j .i I whispered to Gough, who had not noticed tcmt we were foliowed. I want this man behind us to pass. He brought himself up quickly, took out his matchbox, and striking a. vesta., held it to my cigar. He halted so quickly that the man dog- ging our footstepswas bound to proceed in our direction, and so go ahead of us. As he passed he pretended to take no notice i of us. But. I recognised his face. I had seen him in the booking-office at Ludgate Hill Station,and again upon the platform. I noticed i that be had once peered inquisitively into my i' faces, but at that time I took, no notice of the >'|.i incident- The truth was, alas, too plain. The f t police had put a watch upon my chambers in 'V Bt. Martin's Lane.expecting me to go forth and meet my friend. 1 had therefore unwittingly t Strayed him into their hands [|j Granny looJied sharply at the receding figure, ■fji and asked me the reason I had halted. I raised my finger in a gesture indicative of silence. Just where we stood the road descend- *.ng to Lordship Lane station took a suuden bend before it joined Wood Vale, and around I.' that bend the detective was bound to go. tfj, He, of course, was in ignorance that I had ?' recognised him. J The instant he had disappeared I gripped ''v Granny's arm and entered the gravelled, driv^ l of the large house opposite which we had been it-* standing. Iran over the lawn noiselessly to the rear of the premises.regardless of any dogs which might be there, followed closely by Granny, who had now scented danger. We found ourselves in a large sloping gar- f den, with big, old-fashioned trees, and a wide • • stretch of grass. Across this we passed quickly, without a word; then through a flower gar den, at the bottom of which was a coachman's Xiouse. Here we feared the presence of a dog frf ? which might give the alarm, and scarcely had the idea crossed my mind than we heard the warning' bark of a large collie close to us. For- tnnately, however, it was chained to its kennel, so therefore we crept forward again until we catne to- boundary fence, over which we clambered, finding ourselves in another gar- ,jk den of still larger dimensions. Whither we were going I knew not. To avoid the watcher I had made a sudden dash for it, believing that if we got behind the houses of FK Sydenham Hill we could effect ually escape him. FM We paused, and in breathless anxiety, lis- tened. The collie still gave tone, but we heard t nothing more, save the distant sound of a train b; away in the dull red glow that showed where a giant London lay. By Jove A close shave, Phil gasped my friend. That fellow was a detective, I be- lieve Yes, he was- He's been following me ever since I left Talbot House." II This was a smart move of yours. Aaother .i"> Instant and we'd. have been seen." He'll certainly come bajck, and if he does 1' he'll hear that infernal dog, and follow our tracks." Yes. Let's get away." he said, and we it again started forward, creeping across two other gardens, and being compelled to skirt right in front of the French windows of one house where the blinds were still up,and where 1 we could see a pretty girl in pixik seated at the piano within. A tall, fair-haired young man was turning over, her music, and no second i: glance was needed to ascertain that they were i' lovers. Granny glanced at them and sighed. He was v recollecting certain days spent with the Staplc- v tons, and how Myra used to sing to him. Our progress was fraught with a good deal of peril, for gardeners or coachmen might be lurking about, or even police constables, who, because of a recent burglary scare,were,I knew in the habit of patrolling the grounds of the larger residences. Our progress since we left the roadway had been all up-Ml until, when we climbed another boundary fence we saw, to our joy,that beyond lay the deep eutting of. the Chatham and Dover Railway. As we scrambled over the fence,I tearing my clothes upon the hooks on top,I heard a police- mac's whistle blow in the distance. The detective was giving the alarm. No time was to'be lost, so we sped along the railway line, back towards the Crystal Palace. We had not, however, gone for more than fire minutes when.something unexpected confronted us— the mouth of the. tunnel under Sydenharo. Hill. To enter there without a light we decided .j was mr too dangerous, fot we might easily be Cllt. to pieces by. a passing train. Therefore we scrambled up-the steep embankment, and pas- sing through somebody's garden found our- selves at last in Cresceni-wood-roai. I chanced, to know my way about that locality, for when a boy, I used to visit an uncle who lived in Sydenham. Indeed. I had enjoyed many a boy-and-giri flirtation along those lonely subur- ban roads. For a moment I reflected upon the best course to pursue, and decided to take that lane which leads down to Sydenham Hill Station, on the main Chatham and Dover line. So together we walked on at a brisk pace. We've given that chap the slip, that's one blessing," Granny remarked with a loud laugh. The question is, where shall we go now The whole world is open to us," I said. But you must go into the country—exactly where, I haven't yet made up my mind." If you hadn't been as smart as yon were I should have gone to prison to-night," my friend said grimly. But I suppose the unwel- come experience is only postponed. I shall find myself arrested in the course of a day or two," V he sighed. Don't be a fool, Granny." I said, bluntly. A man with your wits can evade theis, surely. They're mostly blunderers here, you'> always said." "Of course they are. If I had Hamard and hie men in Paris to deal with I wouldn't have a ghost of a chance," he declared. Arrived àt the station we found a city-boon d train.just due, therefore we took tickets for Ludgate Hiil, and entered it, glad to slip away from the neighbourhood whore, no doubt, the jj £ detective had already raised the alarm, f To go the whole way into the City would, I jit-' saw, be too dangerous. My intention was for i. Grangy to escape to the country somewhere :i, north of London, but to be seen at any ter- k minus Would be a grave peril, for undoubtedly !-• all the terminal stations were now closely watched. I decided,therefore,to-alight at Longborough. Junction.which is a little south of Camberwell, and we walked outside the station. It was now getting late, and there was no cab to be seen. What are we to do now ?" asked Granny, who had placed himself entirely in my hands. Wen,1 hardly know,"I had admitted.when suddenly an empty taxi-cab ran beneath the bridge in our direction. In a moment I hailed it. My destination was decided, and I told the man to drive to the Dover-street station of the Piccadilly and Brompton Tube. I thought you were not going to enter Lon- don," Granny remarked, as he seated himself at my side. Remain in patience, and see," I urged. Then I put to him some questions concerning the man Winch, and for what reason he was here to identify him,and at the same time had given him warning to escape. He did not, however, satisfy my curiosity. But is he really your friend ?" I asked, still somehow: suspicious of the stranger's cur- ious attitude. Yes, Phil," Was his prompt reply, as we whirled along the Camberwell road towards the Elephant." He's a friend—so treat him as 6 each." f May he know your hiding-place, if he de- sires ?" No nobody had better know. I must lie quite low in some out-of-the-world hole until it's safe to get across the Channel again." I I longed to get from him the actual truth of what had occurred. Was he really guilty of that extraordinary assassination of the foreign woman that was now puzzling the doctors ? And if so, what was the motive ? She was certainly not the woman he hated— the beauty of Bucharest, Lydia Popescue. Arrived'at Dover-street station we alighted and I took two tickets for Finsbury Park. Fortunately, we caught the last train, and arrived at our destination. ?I entered the Great Northern booking-office—now but dimly life— and studied the main-line time-tables. It would have been dangerous for Granny to have started from the terminus a.t King's Cross, therefore I decided upon Finsbury Park as a point where he might join a train going north. The last train had left long ago. The first next morning was at 5.10, with its first stop at Peterborough ,and connections ali ever the sys- tem north of that place, therefore there was nothing to do but spend the intervening four hours in wandering about the streets of north- ern London. In this there was still danger, for we might easily attract the notice of some too inquisitive j constable, who, even though he did not arrest Granny, might well give information at his station as to tlie direction in which he was heading. That the police were active in their search had been shown by that night's excit- ing events, therefore it behoved us to exercise the greatest care. He urged me to g-t back and leave him to his own fate, but this I refused. I intended to bear him company through the night hours and see him safely put of London. An expert in "quick change," as became .such a character as he, the warning telegram had caused him to expend his last sovereign upon a ready-made suit and another hat in hasty attempt; disguise. He had bought them at a Jew -clothier's in Penge that after- noon, he told me. and made humorous remarks regarding the sac-like cut of the slop-tailor. We went up Fonthill-road, through Tolling. ton Park, and up Highgate Hill to Hampstead Heath,where we sat down,smoked,and managed to while away the dark hoars until the first flash of dawn.showed eastward over London. I As the rosy light spread, and the fresh air of .morning greeted our nostrils my friend seemed to become more gloomy and despondent. He had been speaking 'of little Gertie-and of Myra. He had not written to her, he said, I How could ho ? A long silence fell between us. At last he exclaimed I wonder. Phil, now that I'm going into* hiding, whether you'd do me a favour." A favour? Why, of course I replied. "What is it?" Well,! want you to go up to Yorkshire and see Myra. You know the Stapletons ? You've only got to say you're coming, and you will be welcome." • And what am I to do wheti I'm there ?" I welcome." • And what am I to do when I'm there ?" I asked, expressing my readiness to go. Two things," he replied, deeply in earnest. First make believe that I've gone abroad again on a secret mission and, secondly—■—" And he paused, as though hesitating to ask me to carry out his desire. Well ?" I asked. What -?" :> "Secondly-discover from her what she knows of that scoundrelly thief, Garshore," he said, between his teeth. What ?" I cried. She knows him ?" Yes," he answered in a hard voice. Dis- cover the exact position for me, Phil." I was amazed at this. From him I tried to obtain further information,yet it was apparent that he knew but little. He was anxious to dis- cover the truth. The man who had filched a fortune from his grasp was Myra's friend I promised him that I would go up to York- shire in his interests. And when I let youknowmy new name and residence go to one of those foreign booksellers in Wardour-street and get me a few volumes of Friedrich Nietzsche's works in German. I can't live without his companionship. He tells me the truth about the whole human race. He'll keep me company in my loneliness." "Excellent. Get a big pair of spectacles. You muit pretend to be a scholar. Why not pass as a German ? You know the language so well." What," he laughed heartily. Do I look like a German ? Dash it—I hope not." You can look like one, and pass as one when necessary," I said quietly. It wouldn't be the first time you've assumed the Teutonic nationajity-eh ?" Stop amoment and give me a light," I whispered. He laughed at certain recollections of his adventurous past as together we rose, and in the rising dawn made our way down the hill back towards Finsbury Park. At my advice he took a ticket to Doncaster, and as I shook his hand heartily when he was inside the carriage he said Well, Phil, old man. Good-bye. There isn't another man living who'd have done for me what you'yjj <3-Qn^. See.iSyrar^nd Jtell,.me late. how she is. Aù revoir, old man—perhaps^— perhaps for ever, x And as the train. slowly moved out of the1 station, I saw emotion in those bjg frank eyes -emotion that was unmistakable. CHAPTER Xil. Concerning Myra Stapleton. I took the workman's train by the Tube from Finsbury Park to Leicester Square station, which was within a stone's throw of my chambers. Opening the door with my key, I found the morning paper, which had been pushed as usual through the letter-box. Tired out, I threw myself into an armchair and opened at the middle pages. Yes, it was there two columns of it. At last the story of the tragedy had leaked-out. even though Mor- ton and Cunliffe had, been so careful to con- ceal all the facts from the public. A single glance sufficed to show that Cunliffe himself had written it,for it was almost exactly what he had told me on the previous evening. The mystery," the account concluded, appears to be one of the most puzzling which the Metropolitan police have ever been called upon to unravel. The <iase presents many extraordinary features which, for ob- vious reasons, are withheld by Scotland Yard, but sensational developments are very likely to occur within the next few hours." I put down the paper and sat staring into space. The whole affair was inexplicable. The sensational development hinted at by Cunliffe was,no doubt,the imminent arrest of my friend Granville Gough. The inquest was to be held that afternoon, and I was sorely tempted to attend it, but on mature reflection I saw that the further. I re- mained away from Redclifie Gardens and those making inquiries, the more judicious would be my acttns. Where, I wondered was the faithful maid, Marie Lebas ? Surely she knew ere this of the murder, and if not implicated in the tragedy, would return and make somestatement to the police. That Ralph Garshore had met Lvd:.a Popescu and driven to the house in Iveddiffe Gardens was within my own knowledge,and yet the dead woman was not Lydia at all. I alone was in possession of facts-facts unknown to the police, which, if published, would have un- doubtedly provided a great sensation. I had suspected Granny of flight,but instead he had been down to Brighton to visit his little adopted daughter. I had misjudged my friend, and now hated myself for it. But had he not admitted his guilt At half-past nine I went round to the Hotel Cecil and inquired for Mr Garshore. He had left for the Continent, was all the information vouchsafed. The mail-clerk politely expressed his readiness to forward any letter I wrote, but that was all the satisfaction I could ob- tain. Is it true that the police aic m search ox I Granny ?' j On my way back along theStrand Iwaa con- scious of being followed. Though. J had escaped the vigilance of the tall detective down at Sydenham, yet a watchful eye was now being kept upon all my movements by a youngish man with a fair moustache, who had the ap- pearance of a clerk. I was being shadowed. Back again in my chambers, I took a Rog- danoff from a big box which Granny bad given me a couple of days before, lit it, and sat re- flecting. Should I go north and execute the comis- Bion with which'my friend had entrusted me I wanted to get away from London-away from Cunliffe, and frem the too-inquisitive Morton. Therefore at 2.20 that afternoon I took the luncheon-car express from Kiiitv's Cross to Yorkshire, having previously au vised Mr Stapleton by telegram of my impending arrival. I changed at York, and in the sunset aM Malton station found the big green motor-car from Stapleton Grange awaiting me. and in it Myra's father. The tall, thin, grey-haired man of aristo- l cratic bearing-—a' typical Yorkshire squire, in rough daxk tweedsf and a golf cap,gripped my hand heartily, and expressed his delight at my sudden acceptance of his repeated invitation. By Jove,Ralston,I thought you were never returning to England any more. I called at your club in town half-a-dozen times during these last six months, but the porter always said you were abroad. But jump up. Myra's at home awaiting us. How's Gou^h V" Oh, all right when I last saw him," I re- sponded as I entered the car, and took a. seat beside him. He's just as merry as ever. We've been in Bucharest together lately." Yes. So Myra told me." And as he uttered the words the chauffeur drew the car out upon the road. and we glided forth across thebridge,and out upon the Whit- by road. MaJton and its surroundings are very picturesque. I remembered it on my last visit, and recollected how welcome I had been at the quaint old-world Grange, where the rooms were mostly panelled in oak, and the views across the Low Moors towards Normanby so extensive. Through the sleepy litte town and up the hill past the Abbey House we flashed through OldMalton, and out upon t.tbe broad, dusty high road that led to Howe and Pickering. Travelling in the crimson kfsundown was very pleasant after the noise and dust of the rail. Four miles along that road, however, we came to a by-road, where a sign-post pointed to Marishes-road Station. Passing this, we ran htrough a clump of trees,and then with a wide sweep turned into a broad well-kept gravelled drive lined on either side by wide-spreading beeches, and at about a qqarter of a mile from the high road we suddenly emerged before a long sixteenth century marsion, the mullioned windows of which still preserved their diamonds panes, while the high square chimneys told of Tuder days. For the most part the quaint com- fortable old place was clothed with thick- stemmed ivy, while the yew hedges on either side were clipped into fantastic shapes,and the old gray sundial upon the lawn told mutely o; days long past and forgotten. In the fieery sunset, with the crimson glare flashing upon its windows,it looked very peace- ful, very charming, a relief indeed to the glar- ing scenes of Continental life and movement, amid which it was my habit nowadays to move. And as we approached I saw standing Jhare- headed upon the threshold a slim little figure in white* who waved her hand to me in merry greeting—Myra herself. How sweet of you to come and see us after all, Mr Ralston," she cried ast he car drew up suddenly before the door, and I stepped out. Business prevented me before," I assured her as I took the soft little hand she offered. Myra Stapleton was certainly a very beau- tiful girl, essentially of the fresh outdoor type. She was a lover of the country, having been born and bred at the Grange, and educated at Eastbourne and at Bois-le-Roi. She was a per- fect blonde, with big blue-grev eyes and real golden hair. Her nose was such as is seldom seen on a woman, It was purely Grecian. An- other charm was a big dimple, whichhad lodged in the centre of her pretty pointed chin. Her's wais a sweet,almost child-like face. which would have been striking anywhere, while those large expressive eyes of hers seemed to look forth in wonder, and yet full of trustful sympathy, In all the wide range of my feminine acquain- tances, no girl was so full of vivacity and in- expressible charm. Little wonder, therefore, that Granny (iOugh, who had run the whole gamut of feminine blandishments in most of the cities of Europe, had become first fascina- ted by her, and had subsequently fallen hope- lessly in love with her. Hersweetness, purity, and innocence appealed to a man-of-tbe-world like Granny Gough. Her dainty figure, slim, and neat-waisted, was that of budding womanhood, a perfect type of the fresh beauty of the Yorkshire moorlands. In the long old-fashioned drawing-room, with its dark, time-mellowed panelling, its light chintzes, and its big bowls of sweet-smelling La. France roses, Miss Chambers came forward to meet me. She was a middle-aged and rather prim spinster, who had been nursery governess to Myra in the days when Mrs Stapleton was still aHva,and now after the girl's return from her finishing school outside Paris, she had be- come housekeeper and companion. I stood c hatting with father and daughter beside the big bay window, while Burton, the man-servant, took my traps up to my roctm. Beyond the diamond panes lay a wide sweep of level, well-kept lawn, and, still beyond, the broad undulating moorlands now bathed in the ruddy light of the brilliant afterglow. How peaceful it all seemed. How different, indeed, to the wild turmoil of the city I hadjjust left. I glanced at the fair-faced girl who was talking to me so vivaciously, and compared her with her grief-stricken, hunted lover, the man who had, that very morning, plunged into obscurity because of the guilt upon him. My mission was a strange one, and difficult withal. I had to make pretence that my friend was flourishing, for-Stapleton had not the least idea that Granny was merely a chevalier d'in dustrie and that he lived upon his wits. Burton entered in a few minutes and told me that my things were ready. Then we all bustled out to dress for dinner. Hardly had I entered my room in the east wing of the long rambling old house when I heard a light tap at the door, and I gave permission to enter. It was Myra Pale-faced, anxious.breathless, quite different to the merry girl of five min- ,iies befOfe. Mr Ralston she gasped in a hoarse whis- per, Forgive mi—pray forgive me for intrud- ing upon you here—but I—I couldn't wait longer. We may not have another opportunity for speaking alone to-r;ght. I—I want to ask you a question or two. 1 A question I echoed, amazed at the sud- den change in her. Why, what's the mat- ter ?" Is it true ?" she demanded quickly, her big blue-grey eyes fixed upon me in deep earnest- ness as she stood within my room. Is it really taue ?" What ?" That the police are in search of Granny 1 That he is guilty of murder (T0 be continued. )2
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CURSED Willi MONEY." Walter Keith Elliott was charged on remand, before Mr Curtis-Bennett, on Saturday, with uttering a forged cheque for £58 at the Waldorf Hotel, and with obtaining £12 by false pre- tences. Wm. James Grimes, cashier at the Waldorf Hotel, stated that the prisoner was formerly a guest there. On April 23rd, after having been asked to settle his bill for the previous week, he produced a cheque for £58, and asked the witness to pass it through the bank. At the same time he borrowed £2 on account, and on subsequent days obtained JE10 in a similar way. The cheque was subsequently returned marked No account*" In the meantime the prisoner had left, and was not traced until a month afterwards. It was alleged that the cheque was taken from a book belonging to a Mrs Cooke, who had been introduced to the prisoner at the hotel. At a previous hearing, Detective-Sergeant Davis said that some time ago the prisoner inherited a large income, but the money appeared to have been a curse to him. The prisoner, who intimated that he had nothing to say, was committed for trial.
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eR £ AT JEWEL HAUL Paris, Sunday.—A daring burglary, similar to th at committed at the Palais Royal last Wednesday was cleverly executed in the Avenue, de F Opera last night. At the begin- ning of the week two well-dressed young men carefully inspected the entresol, or premises immediately above the jeweller's shop on the groiund floor. These premises had been to let for some time, and the young men, who appeared to be satisfied with their visit, left saying that they would come back in a few days and say whether they would take them or not. They did return, but at dead of night, with skeleton keys, and not for the pur- pose of taking the premises, but rather M. Sandoz's jewellery. They bored a hole through the shop, and were soon busy with the jewel trays. About £30,000 worth of jewels were at their mercy. Fortunately, however, for the jeweller the burglars appeared to have been disturbed in their operations, for they beat a hasty retreat, taking with them only about jb8,000 worth. They got away-without leaving any trace.
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MY HOUSE IS ON FIRE." Public telephone call-offices have been used lately for the purpose of giving false alarms of fire to the fire brigade, and on Saturday a man who is alleged to have attempted to hoax the firemen was cleverly captured by a trades- man in whose shop there is a caM box. The man aroused the suspicions of the proprietor by stating that he wanted to ring up a furnish- ing company toorder some furniture, as he was going to get married next week. It being late on Saturday night the statement was a same- what erratic-one,aiid, listening, the shopkeeper heard the caller say to the exchange telephone operator, My house in Knuteford-place, Bryanston-square, is alight. My servant has upset the oil stove. Call the fire-brigade." He emerged from the tjpx, and was about to leave when the shop proprietor detained him and sent-for the police and he was taken into cus- tody.
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RAILWAY COLLISION. Eight Killed In America, New York, Saturday.—-A terrible accident occurred yesterday evening on the electric railway running between Baltimore and An- napolis (Maryland), in which eight persons were killed and fifteen injured. The accidenttook place just outside Balti- more, and the two trains dashed into each other from opposite directions owing to a mis- take, it is believed, on the part of a signal- man. The majority of the passengers were going to a ball at ttie Naval Academy, and several women are among the victims.—Cen- tral News.
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THtEVES' SUCCESSFUL HAUL Prefessor Herkomer's Loss. Late on Saturday night or in the early hours of Sunday morning the residence of Professor Sir Hubert von Herkomer, known as Lulu- laund," at Bushcy, was broken into by bur- glars, and a large quantity of very valuable j silver and other plate stolen therefrom. The thieves gotclear away, leaving noclue behind them. v i
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,b The Girl Who Was Different. V By GILBERT DAYLE. Author of The Part the Countess Played," The Fates and Prince Conrad," &c., &c. The Uvania" was four days out of New York, and in another twenty-four hours she would reach Liverpool after an uneventful trip—that is, lacking incident as far as the actual run was concerned, but supplying plenty of interest to one or two of the passengers. Shirley Hood, for instance, had found it far from dull. He was a young mining engineer of about twenty-eight,and at the present moment was leaning over the taffrail talking to Miss Clarissa Johnson Gage, The Johnson Gages, father and two daughters, were doing" the Europe trip, and if you happened to read the American papers, you would know all about the family. Every- one is aware that millionaires are painfully common in America, but Johnson Gage be- longed to the first night, and it was this pro- minence that caused the New York Dazzler" to observe, with all its well-known delicacy of expression, that his eldest daughter, Miss Clarissa, represented the biggest tiling in mil- lion-heiresses shipped to Europe for a year of Sundays past. Now, given two bright young people who have been indiscreet enough to take a liking to one another at sight, add four days of ship Ifie, and it is not surprising if, at any period after this time, their conversation takes a somewhat intimate turn. And this is what had happened on this par- ticular afternoon. When I marry," Miss Gage was saying, under no circumstances will my husband be a man of title Are you an anarchist as well," he asked. I mean it I think the whole business of the American girl marrying a man she doesn't love for the sake of his position despicable. I'm dead tired of the notion," she finished emphatically. But it might just happen that you tell in love with him ?" > Miss Gage shook her head in decided fashion. I guess I should never fall in love with a man whose only asset was his aristocratic birth, and who didn't propose to do anytrung beyond marrying me and living on my for- tune But the idea is often wrapped up very nicely he suggested. He was determined to keep on the safe side" as long as possible. It-wouldn't blind me Anyway, I do not mean to run the risk. The whole thing is just outside my scheme of life, and there's an end to it she finished. There was a few moments' silence. Hood gazed reflectively out to sea. As he did so he felt an irresistible temptation to abandon the safe side just for once—and all. And concerning the man you would marry ?" he said quietly at length. Miss Gage paused before replying. An ob- server might have noticed the slightest tinge of colour creep into her cheek. He must be a worker—an open-air man-I hate cities. A man who would marry me for myself, and do his share in the world, quite independent of my fortune she said in a. low voice. There was another pause. Was she trying to let him kuow ? He turned round and looked into her face. Their eyes met for a second, and he knew The four days of close comradeship had done their work. The next moment he remembered his own position and wished he' had not known. With an effort he pulled himself together. A man like that would be very difficult to find he said lightly. She laughed a trifle nervously. I suppose so. Do you think it quite im- possible ?" she added after a panse. He hesitated he loved ,her and was being tried high," but he remembered in time. There might be such a man," he answered slowly," but even then he'd probably fall short in one or-two of the requirements. And fal- ling short, he might have a principle or so of his own that would bar him from daring to ask." Miss Gage played with her bangle. Bar him altogether ?'' she asked, and the tings on her cheek deepened. Hood gave a little rueful laugh. Yes, I'm afraid so. He'd regret it all his life, but unless a sudden change in his circum- stances came, he would ha^ to sacrifice bis romance. Better that than late his self respect, eh ?" Again their eyes met, He saw that she un- derstood. He was a man without a. shilling comparatively speaking, and she was Miss Johnson Gage—for particulars see last issue of the New York Dazzler." Well," said Miss Gage with a little sigh, "I should respect that man." And he'd be most grateful that even the chance had come his way," he answered smil- ing. He was glad now that he gha.d triumphed. JIe felt strong enough to put his little romance on the shelf and meet her on ordinary grounds. There was an end to it. Miss Gage, however, had one further word to Sav. All the same though," she said medita- ively, I mean to get out of the ruck-be the American girl that's different—and not marry a man with a title Hood laughed, and turning caught-sight of a slim-looking man of about thirty-five coming aJong the deck towards them. Miss Gage saw him at the same moment,and, as he aproached within a yard or so of them, she moved away from Hood. I must be going down to write tnose letters, Mr Hood—we shall be in to-morrow and they ought to have been done before." And with a little nod she hurried away be- low. The newcomer glanced after her for a moment, then a quiet smile of amusement, crept over his face. He had a. somewhat humorous looking mouth. Hood was about to enter into conversation with him when a girl came running along the deck. She was pretty and looked a small sparkling edition of Miss Gage-which was not surprising as she happened to be her younger sister. This was Betty. Father's just bored to death, and says will you let me take you to him for a few min- utes ?" she said laughingly lo Hood. Me turned down the deck with her. Aren't things just hateful ? she whispered eúnfidentially. He glanced at the bright little race with a smile.. „ l The particular trouble betvg ?" She laughed. I'm dying to have a real long conversation with him )" she said with a nod m the direc- tion of the man who had interrupted his talk with her sister. He's dying to have one with Clarissa, and she won't give him a chance. Re- sult—we're both dying because he doesn't know what is good for him I'm sure he, enjoys a conversation with you said Hood encouragingly. Probably," answered Betty. But he doesn't hunt for it Funny how different Clarissa and I are, isn't it ?" she went on. Clarissa likes ranche life, enjbys cowboys revels in sunsets and meals in the open. I just love the big places, big people, and electric lights I hope you'll get 'em," said Hood, laugh- ing. If I don't the reason will have to be con- vincing all the way And with a laughing vincing all the way And with a laughing little nod at him she disappeared down the companion. s Hood contimued oh his way to wnere at the end of the deck a lean-looking grey-haired man was stretched in a cane chair, smoking a cigar.. As Hood dropped into the chair by his side, he noticed from the millionaire's position that he must have observed the long conversation he had been enjoying with his eldest daughter. It flashed upon him that the present interview was sought possibly for another reason than whiling away a few idle moments. He was not mistaken. Now, I should just like to hearyour opin- ion of my daughters, Hood," Johnson Gage asked suddenly, after a few casual remarks. Shirley Hood was quite prepared. He felt sure of himself now. f I like them very much, indeed f" he an- swered frankly. You're a good judge," commented the old man drily. They're equal to the best that ever came from America, and, as their father, I guess I've a right to be proud of them r" The best of all possible rights!" mur- mured Hood. „ Myself, I'm just a millionaire- To be correct, you're several millionaires rolled into one." Well, let it pass I'm just a millionaire with no more than the usual notions of one with two real handsome good daughters You mean them to marry well ?" put in Hood encouragingly. I mean to marry them just durned well !M corrected the millionaire. A cheap old notion, I atlow, but. it goes all the way with me, and I'm dead set on it. The titleswill have to be of the best r Now, what do you think of it ?" Capital exclaimed Hood. I like to see old traditions kept up." The millionaire looked at him keenly. "Iguesij that's right!" He paused. I thought I'd tell you how the proposition was striking me," he added by way of explana- tion. I'm very glad to be in your confidence," said Hood, coolly. The millionaire shot a look of appreciation at him. He liked men who could take their gruel." Still, Johnson Gage was not a man who took any chances, so he added You've no great dislike to passing your word that you'll do nothing to hinder me get- ting through with my idea ?" This was plain speaking with a vengeance, but it did not disturb Hoorf Not a bit," he said queitly. There's my hand on it." The millionaire grasped it eagerly. That's good enough for me," he said, ris- ing to his feet. I hooc you'll look us up fre- quently in London. I've just marconigraphed for a suite at Savidge's. You'll be always wel- come, my boy." And with a kindly nod of his grey head he sauntered away. Shirley Hood watched him disappear with a. smile. The keen old man had seen how things were shaping, and with the idea of avoiding unpleasant complications had put him on his honour." He did not know that a few minutes previously he himself had performed that feat —quite involuntarily. Pleasant reflections, Mr Hood ?" said a voice. He looked up and saw Miss Elizabeth Shank standing before him—another passenger with whom he was on speaking terms. She was an I energetic lady of about thirty, on her own confession a woman journalist." She contri- buted the Society column to the Hour," an English paper much appreciated in the West End. She dropped into the millionaire's vacant chair. "I was going to tell you, Mr Hood," she began frankly, "that I have been having a talk with your late chief, Mr Schwarz, about you." "I was going to tell you, Mr Hood," she began frankly, "that I have been having a talk with your late chief, Mr Schwarz, about you." Indeed ?" said Hood. I just wanted to know what he thought of your scheme." "I could have told you that—not very flat- tering, eh ?" Well, hardly. He said you had a good bil- let—they thought you one of their best men." I detest blushing." "And the Lorenzo is one of the best mines in Mexico. You would have been their head en- gineer in another few months. Yet you left it with your friend Baraton and go prospecting —finally you buy-" For a song," put in Hood, idly. Well, it isn't worth more, so Mr Schwarz says. Anyway, you buy a. tract in the district that had been prospected over a dozen times and voted not worth a cent." Yes—we put every penny of our ioint little capital into it." And Schwarz says it's just hatter's work," Miss Shank looked at Hood engagingly. "Now, Mr Hood.could you give me any idea why you did it ? I'm afraid you'll think me impertinent, but I lilW to know of these things, in case of eventualities." Quite right—the Press has aright to every- one s private business," said Hood with a nod. one's private business," said Hood with a. nod. The truth is, we've probably thrown away every penny we had, but we just had a notion as to the probable direction of the Lorenzo after leaving the Lorenzo propertv, that all." But the previous prospectors "Were very likely right. But we had the notion, and we backea it," said Hood briefly. -c" your present trip—is it to put Englisnmen on for a good thing ?" persisted Miss Shank. No-the good thing's all our own, even if it makes us bankrupt. I was called home on private business, and hope to be running back to the rubbish heap in a week or so. It's easier to starve on the spot, you know." Miss Shank nodded, and was silent for a moment or so. I think I shall do rather well out of this trip," she remarked presently. Glad to hear it. What is it—articles on the passengers ?" Well, I hope to get a • scoop,' that's all. Have you noticed anyonemore than ordinarily keen on Miss Gage's society ?" Have you ?" inquired Hood, lazily. Yes, and I'm watching. If it comes off it will be a fine scoop for the Hour.' People have been waiting for him to marry for years. I hope I'm right, for I'm just longing to score off PeSSTy Meiroseof the 'Wire.' She has beaten me once or twice lately." Hood rose to his feet. He uked Miss Shanks's society for five minutes at a time. Well, I wish you luck," he said, good- naturedly. He felt he had experienced rather a busy day in the way of confidences, but he was sull to be the victim of another. This time it was the quiet looking man with the humorous mouth.at whose approach Clarissa had hurried away in the afternoon. He had emerged from his stateroom for a last stroll before retiring, and had run across Hood, who was practically the only man on the ship to whom he spoke. Hood rather liked rum,and they leant over the side and chatted for a few moments. I m confronted with rather a curious sit- uation, Hood," said the earl. By the Way, his full name was the Earl of Welborough. OhJ" said Hood, absently. His thoughts were still on Clarissa, who but a few minutes ago had lcft. him. A smile played round the earl's mouth. Yes. I may tell you in confidence that once or twice lately I have thought it would be a change if I married. I'm afraid being a bache- lor has begun to bore me it's a terrible thought, I know, but I suddenly seem to have done everything." And now ?" asked Hood, beginning to get interested. Well, rm looking around On this ship ?" Yes." The earl paused and lighted a cigar- ette. And I've come to the conclusion that Miss Gage fills all the requirements," • Shirley Hood made no remark. He simply waited. Oh, I know it's horribly old-fashioned, the idea of the American heiress and all that, but still there it is. I find she interests me." I haven't noticed that. you've shown her much attention." No she won't let me. And that is just where the secret of her fascination comes in. She's beautiful, and she avoids me like the devil. It's something quite new, and 'pon my word, most refreshin' Regular game of hide and seek," he con- tinued. I appear—she vanishes. I've been try- ing to converse with her for two days and failed. It has made me tremendously keen." •• Won't you tire of the amusement ?" said Hood. Don't think so—haven't been so interested in anything for years. In another twenty-four hours we shall be in, but I'm going to work an interview with her somehow before then." And if you fail ?" Shall follow it up in town," said the earl. I real! y mean to get married this time—it seems so interesting." Good-night." The next day the Uvania" romped in with four hours to spare on her previous record, There was not much time for a prolonged con- versation with anyone, but Hood managed to have a farewell chat with Clarissa. Come and see me at Savidge's she said pleadingly. I guess our gilt-edged life for the next few months will about stifle me. I may need help too." He looked back into her eyes and wished that —— But what was the use ? He was a poor mining engineer on honour," so he pulled himself together and played the man. Then little Betty held out her hand to him as if he were quite her oldest friend, i Come to my marriage.won't you-Hanover Square, isn't it ?" she said, smiling. "And you Ml have to kow-tow no end to me when I'm through with it. Oh, I mean to marry big— you just see," she finished with an outburst of frankness. Then the earl shook his hand—quite heartily, for him. "Pm quite absorbed—she gave me no chance to-day. It's inspiritin'—that's what it is. But I shall fix it up in town. Didn't know courtin' was half such fun." And so they all separated and went their ways. Shirley Hood proceeded to London and put up at a quiet little hotel off the Strand. For the next few days he was busy with the solicitors who had sent for him. But he didn't forget Clarissa. He thought of her with the absurd frequency that a man who is really in love bestows on the ofcject of his affections. And how was the earl progressing ? About a week afterwards, the great thing happened. It was twelve o'clock in the morn- ing, and he was in the smoking room of his hotel when a cablegram was brought to him. He tore the envelope open eagerly the mes- sage was from his partner down in Mexico. Struck it big—vein right through-Wein- hardt syndicate offers hundred thousand for half share—have closed.—Baraton." Shirley Hood jumped to his feet. Their great idea had been right Fifty thousand each, and still half remain- ing, and from the Weinhardt crowd too—they only back certainties Jove, it's good enough —yes, it's thundering good enough," he cried. The room happened to be empty at the mo- ment, and he could give vent to his feelings. When the first burst of excitement had died down a thought came to him and he smiled. Clarissa he exclaimed. x Yes, it was certaialy time he called npon the Johnson Gages. As he moved towards the door he caught sight of a fresh copy of the Hour lying upon a table. He remembered Miss Shank, and thinking that perhaps her column might contain some reference to his friends on the "TJvania," he caught it up. It did with a vengeance The first thing that met his eye was this—in big type, too :— Engagement of fhe Earl of Welborough. We hear on good authority that a marriage has been arranged between Miss Johnson Gage, daughter of the famous millionaire, and the Earl of Welborough. He threw the paper down in disgust. So she would never marry a man wih a title—never consent to an aristocratic alliance—never agree to the old, old transaction of the American heiress and the British man of birth. And a short week after her proud declaration came this. He laughed bitterly. He might have known. Well, never again would he trust a woman to stick to her word— never again—not as long as he lived. He ran through all the emotions of an aver- age man very much in love--that is an aver- age man who had encountered these very try- ing circumstances. And he was still at it when a waiter entered. | The Earl of Welborough, sir, he an- nounced. The earl followed close on the man's heels. ? I've seen the • JLouc,' said JBLood,shaking nounced. The earl followed close on the man's heels. ? I've seen the • JLouc,' said JBLood,shaking hands. Congratulations and so forth. You soon managed to put an end to the inspiriting occupation." Oh, no—I haven't," exclaimed the earl, dropping into a chair. Fact is, I'm in a devil of a mpSs." You're not engaged ?" cried Hood sharply. The earl shook his head. She wouldn't have me Horrible taste, but there it is." Hood's spirits jumped up to their previous level at one bound. Couldn't see her anyhow—she was too clever," continued the earl. So at last I determined to settle it one way or the other. I went to the hotel, sent up my name—she was very sorry, hut she was engaged. In the vesti- hulc I ran across that woman, Shark or Shank, who was on the Uvania,' learnt the engage- ment was with her, and that she was going up at that moment to keep the appointment. Had an idea—I just scribbled a note proposing to her there and then,and asked the Shark woman to take it up to her, which she did." Hood began to sec things. And her reply ?" I asked her to send it along to my club— here it is," said the earl, diving into a pocket and producing a dainty-looking little note. He read out the contents gravely "Thanks so much. I must refuse your offer though, as the arrangement would be against my principles. —Y ours sincerely, Clarissa Gage." Shirley Hood avoided laughing with an effort. Bit of a facer, isn't it ?" said the earl. We Welboroughs aren't auite used to that sort of thing. Now, how on earth did that para- graph get into the paper ?" I daresay the note you sent pp by Miss Shank was not very securely fastened. She's the woman that writes the Society gossip for the Hour,' you know." Jove !—and she actually had the nerve to read it exclaimed the earl indignantly. Well, she's a keen journalist—I believe it's what they call a scoop' in her line. Her only mistake was that she didn't reckon on Miss Gage refusing you. Still, she'll have to walk back in the next issue, eh 1" | The earl puckered his forehead. I'm an easy-goin' fellow in most respects, Hood but the fact is there's just one weak spot in my rather keen on the family dignity. This paragraph will make me look a fool, and a Welboroagh don't like that! I rather dislike it myself," put in Hood. You see, I've waited a goodish time before marrying, and now this thing appears, it will cause a bit of a sensation in my set. Already I've had a dozen telegrams of congratulation this morning," said the earl, feeling in his pocket. And then for a denial to come out in the next number—well, it either means that the girl has suddenly thrown me over, or else I've been indiscreet-—anyway, I look a fool 1 And being a Welborough, I'd do anything to avoid it." NaturaUy," said Hood, absently. Do you love her very much 1" he asked the earl, sud- denly. Dunno about that," said the earl, doubt- fully. It was an interestin* idea,and I would have made her a good husband, 'pon my word, yes But I'm not of an exactly passionate dis- position—anyone bright and suitable would have done. Still, that's not the point. I came to ask if you knew anything about that para- graph—you've elucidated that mystery. Now, I ask you, can you help me to avoid looking quite a fool "It's very difficult," said Hood,thoughtfully. Well, come and lunch with me at my club and talk it over. I've got my hansom outside. Now, there's' a dear chap, do." Hood agreed, and a minute or so afterwards they were bowling along in the earl's luxu- riously appointed cab. There had been a heavy fall of rain earlier in\he morning, and the road was very greasy in consequence. As they reached the end of a street and the cab was about to swing round, the horse lost his grip on the slippery surface and went sliding towards the opposite pave- ment. This was not very exciting in itself, but the situation was made so by the fact that at the same moment a large motor car was coming quickly up on the other side. It seemed a dead certainty that there would be a nasty collision. Somebody shouted in the street, and Hood also uttered an exclamation,but not on account of the danger his surprise was occasioned by the fact that the motor was being driven by a girl—a dainty little figure clad in white. The earl leant back comfortably in the cab and waited events. Another moment and the crash would come. The girl gave a quick glance in their direc- tion and took in the situation. She suddenly wrenched the steering-wheel round, and the car jumped on to the kerb and crashed into an iron post—the front wheels hopelessly wrecked. The horse drew up just in time, and a collision was averted by about an inch. Plucky murmured the earl, as phicky a thing as I've seen for many along day She saved us being smashed up The two men jumped out, and raised their hats to the girl, who was now on the pavement and standing before them smiling. A man who looked like a chauffeur came racing up the street. M What have you done, mjsB t'" h» panted. The girl ignored him. "You see he wouldn't Jet. me drive she explained to the ear]. So I sent him into a shop down the street, and then set the engine going—just to show him You have certainly done that," said the earl,with a glance at the smashed front wheels. Your prompt action probably saved our lives, but I'm afraid the car wiD want some mending." *0h, it was only hired 1" she said, lightly. They examined the car for a moment dr so. Hood watched the pair intently. Then suddenly he leant forward and touched ttie earl lightly on the arm. m I've got the idea," he whispered excitedly. I've got the idea," he whispered excitedly. The earl listened eagerly to Hood's words. At the conclusion a smile crept over his face. He looked at the girl who was talking to the chauffeur. Jove, but I believe you're right, Hood Anyway, it's worth trying. The idea seems quite good Then he turned and approached the girl again. Hood laughed to himself. } It was nearly four o'clock that day when he carried out his original intention of calling on the Johnson Gages at Savidge's. He was not acutely annoyed to discover that Clarissa was the only one of the party at home. "Oh, I'm real glad you have come at this minute she cried, as she took his hand. I'm in such trouble 1" I know—the Hour ?" "Yes. Father saw it—insisted on an explana- tion. When he heard I refused the earl, he was furious. Said I must be mad We had a scene," she continued tearfully, and finally he said that I must consent—or he would disinherit me Splendid said Hood. She looked up at him quickly. Couldn't be better he exclaimed, cheer. fully. You're quite sure you haven't a penny ?" p He said not—I refused," she answered in bewilderment. What luck — what beautiful bounding luck ■ he cried. "Yo1! haven't a penny I— well, we've struck it big down Mexico way, Baraton and I." The mine ?" she gasped. "Yes—the jolly old mine. Cable this morning I'm quite annoyingly rich already, and there's heaps more to cothe." They stood facing one another. He looked into her eyes, then suddenly reached forward and took one of her hands in his. Clarissa I had a notion we understood one another on the Uvania.' Was I right ?" Yes—dead right," she whispered back. I knew why you couldn't say it then—and loved you all the more for it." And now ?" The space between them seemed to be diminishing. I'm just as glad as a girl can be she said, and her eyes shone. The space vanished completely. A moment or so later it re-appeared—a very small edition of the original one, but still a space. Could your love stand a strain—an enor- mous one ?" he asked, anxiously. Anything she cried, confidently. Just try me.' Very well, then, now listen he began. He came to an abrupt stop. There was a sound of footsteps outside the door. In a moment two neglected chairs were occupied. Then Mr Johnson Gage burst into the room. He looked distinctly angry. Ah, Hood," he said, shaking hands. He flung his gloves on to a table, and dived into the question of the day at once. Guess you've seen the announcement in the Hour ¡ ?" he began. Yes, but I understand from your daugh- tcr-" Ah, she has told you, then. I hope you have tried t o bring her to reason." I have, indeed, said Hood, smilingly. Johnson Gag&faced his daughter sternly. Well, Clarissa, are you still-determined to disobey me ?" Clarissa rose from her chair. Shirley Hood got up also. They were both about to speak at once when the door of the room was flung open and little Betty Gage entered noisily. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were spark- ling—she was obviously rather excited and incidentially quite pretty. Behind her followed the Earl of Welborough. Did you wonder why I didn't turn up for lunch, father ?" Betty began, feverishly. "Fact is, I have had an adventure but it has all ended splendidly—just like a dime novel." The Earl steped forward "I'm afraid I have been responsible for your daughter's absence," he said also for one or two regrettable misunderstandings." Not at all,"replied Johnson Gage I'm real sorry that my daughter," with a severe nod in Clarissa's direction, should have brought all this trouble upon us all." The Earl held up his hand. Stop, Mr Gage. I am responsible and no one else. It all happened through my detest- ably slack manner of doing things. "ATien I sent up the note to your daughter asking her hand in marriage, I neglected to put an initial, simply addressing it to • Miss Gage.' Conse- quently it was delivered to your eldest daughter." quently it was delivered to your eldest daughter." Mr Gage was surprised into the vernacular. Snakes he ejaculated. And all the time, father, dear," put in Betty, slipping her arm through the old man's, he meant it for me. But it's all right now, j I nearly ran him down in a motor-car this morning, and he asked if I minded lunching with him at his sister's. I went, and afterwards he explained things—and there you are. May we get ma rried ?" May we ?" repeated the Earl with a smile. Johnson Gage gave him a slap on the shoul- der that nearly made him wince—not quite, though, for wincing was not a habit with the Welborougbs. My dear boy,I'm just delighted," cried the millionaire. •' Nothing could have pleased me better. That notice in the Hour can just stand then—eh ?" The Earl exchanged a smiling glance with Hood. He had tound someone bright and suitable," and was well content. So it can," he observed. The idea fits in well-none of us will 10Qk foolish, and aI¡ of us will be happy." Except poor Clarissa," said Betty with sisterly affection. Miss Gage took a step forward. Poor Clarissa is quite happy," she an- nounced. She has just promised to marry Mr Hood." ( Another bomb. Johnson Gage swung round on Hood. What. You'H do nothing of the sort with my consent—if you do, not a dollar of my-" Don't let that worry you, Mr Gage. I take Clarissa for h erself,and we'll let it go at that," said Hood. But we won't cried the millionaire. You passed your word of honour on the 'Uvania that you would do nothing to hinder me in the way of marrying my daughters to Yes you put me on parole I" said Hood with a smile. And you've broken your word. I knew you were poor, but I would have laid a million dollars that you were straight And now you admit that you have gone behind my back and-" he broke off furiously and turned to Clarissa. On his own showing he is not a white man—are you still satisfied with your choice ?" Clarissa looked at Hood anxiously. Is this true ? Did you promise ?" she asked—her face was white now. But Hood only smiled. Have courage—the strain's coming. Lis- ten But again he was interrupted. There was a knock at the dopr and a servant entered with a card on a tray. The next moment Miss Shank swept into the room. She had not waited for an invitation. Sorry to interrupt I" she cried. But rve tradked Mr Hood here, and in the interests of the higher journalism he must spare me a moment Well ?" said Hood. It's too bad of you," she cried, waving a copy of a paper in the air. Peggy Melrose has got ahead with the news about you-and you could have told me all the time." What news ?" said the millionaire impa- tiently. Why, that Mr Hood's object in coming home from Mexico was to take up his title of Lord Dunayney." • Bombs seemed to be quite in vogue. Lord Dunayney," cried Clarissa. Hood laughed. I couldn't help it,my dear. I was a nephew and never dreamt of such a thing—a sudden snap of a link or so and there I was with the title, a crumbling castle and no money—an Irish title, you know. A thoroughpaced nuis- ance, but I couldn't help it, 'pon my word I couldn't," he finished, plaintively. Did I hear you can a title a nuisance ?" asked the millionaire in a dazed tone. Of course—I had to give up my job in Mexico and come home for a week or so to see to things. Thank Heaven, I'm through with it now, and can get back—with Clarissa, of course." The millionaire began to chuckle. Guess I see now why you were so slippy in passing your word. You had the title all the time, why didn't you tell us ?" Well, Clarissa had views on marrying a a man of aristocratic birth—and I was a poor one into the bargain," he explained. That needn't worry you, my Lord," cried Mr Gage, heartily. i It doesn't," said Hood, simply. All my original intentions with regard to Clarissa Please don't," interrupted Hood. I've no use for further money—I've already got it to burn, thanks all the same. That dust heap in Mexico—well, the Lorenzo reef just makes a bee line through it. I heard this morning." He turned to Clarissa. Fm sorry you're disappointed, dear. Is the strain too much ?" he asked. N I did so want to be different," she said pathetically. We all of us have to let a good many of our ideals rip," he said consolingly. It's a bother, I know—but will you put up with the title ?" There was a pause. Then she turned to him and he saw she was smiling. I suppose I shall just have to, sincel hap.. pen to love you," she answered. The End.) Next Week :— THE SPIRIT OF A MAN. By Ethel M. Lorie.
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The Tied House POSITION IN PEMBROKESHIRE. Roose Justices' Resolve. At the Roose (Haverfordwest) Sessions on Saturday the Chairman, Mr W. Howell Walters, intimated that in future when appli- cations were made for transfer of licences the Bench would require the agreement between the parties to be produced. Superintendent James asked if the price paid for what was supplied should not also be included. In none of the agreements he had seen was that done, yet he knew that in several cases the licensee of a tied house paid 8s a barrel more for the beer than was paid by a free house. The Chairman said he was afraid the Bench could not protect a tenant beyond seeing that he was made aware of the nature of the agreement. The Clerk said Superintendent James's proposal was a very good one if it could be carried out. Superintendent J ames said the higher pri4-.e of beer made up for the low rental of the house. The object was to keep down the licence, and thus deprive the revenue of ita dues.
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terriblTbomestic tragedy, Between 10 and 11 o'clock on Sunday morn- ing the mining village of Steelland, near Dun* fermline, was the scene of a terrible tragedy, and a young miner, Edward Johnstone, has been arrested on the charge of murdering his wife. The woman was found lying dead by some lodgers in the house, who immediately went in pursuit of Johnstone, who had made off. After an exciting chase he was captured with a blood- stained razor in his hand and handed over to the police. It is stated that Johnstone had threatened to do for" his wife on severa;) occasions.
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CONFIDING COLLIER. Missed* £12 at Newport. A collier from Newbridge, who arrived in Newport on Saturday, reported to the police that JE12 had been stolen from him. He stated that a woman took him to a house for a night's lodgings, and represented to the house- holder that he was her cousin. When he dressed on Sunday morning the money waa gone. Some money was found by the polica in a piece of furniture, and the woman who took him to the house is now under arrest.
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ENGLISH COLONEL DROWNED. Colonel Henry Martin, chief of the Royal Army Medical Corps in Hong Kong, was drowned in Lake Chuzenji, near Nikko, while fishing on Friday. The colonel was accompa- nied by a boatman. In the middle of the lake a squall capsized the boat. Both men endea- voured to right the craft, until the colonel, disregarding the boatman's advice, swam shorewards. The boatman saw his employer was in difficulties and swam to the rescue, but before he could reach the colonel the latter disappeared. The police and villagers sought to recover the body, but without success, and divers have now been engaged.
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FUNERAL OF ALD. MORGAN THOMAS J.P., ABERSENNY. The funeral of Alderman Morgan Thomas, J.P., Abersenny, took place on Saturday after. noon, the interment being in the family burial ground in Devynnock Churchyard, Brecon- shire. There was a large and representative attendance, over 500 persons being present. The chief mourners were :—Mrs Thomas (widow), Miss Thomas (daughter), Dr. T, P. Thomas and Mrs Thomas, Bank House, I Brecon Mr Owen Price, J.P., C.C., and Mrs Price, Nantyrharn; the Misses Price and Messrs D. W. Price and W. O. Price, Nantry- harn. The sympathisers included :—The Rev. Prebendary Garnons Williams, J.P.. C.C., and Miss Williams, Abercamlais Mr Robert McTurk, J.P., CncWT; Rev. P. W. Green, vicar of Hywel; Mr W. S. Miller; J.P., C.C— Forest Lodge Mr H. Edgar Thomas, clerk of the peace for Breconshire Mr H. F. W. Harries, solicitor, Brecon (deputy clerk of the peace) Rev. D. Rees. C.M., Devynnock Rev", R. Williams, Congregational, Devynnock Mr W. Davies, Cwmwysg Mr David James, J.P., C.C., Trecastle; Mr R. J. Brvchan Jcffreys,J.P.. Trecastle Dr. W. R. Jones, Senny Bridge Dr. Jeffreys Powell, Senny Bridge Mr Morgan Morgan, C.C., Cwmcynog Dr. W. Powell, Llandilofane. Officiating clergymen were the Ven. Archdeacon E. L. Bevan, Brecon: the Rev. David Davies, vicar of Devynnock Rev. Ogwen Davies, vicar of Cray and Rev. Philip Morgan, vicar of Llandilofanc.
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Bitton Dawes, a foreman painter, living at Paddmgton, in a state of drunken frenzy smashed the furniture and threw himself from a first-floor window, falling a distance of 30ft. into the area below. His coat caught the artja railings, which broke his fall, and the only in- jury he sustained was a scratch on the arm. Dawes was brought tIp at Marylebone Police Court on Saturday and remanded. i