Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-01-20

name of the tall young man with the
~lOng hair; but lac told her, she Informed
i his worship, that he meant TO leave her
house before daybreak that morning TO
! be in time TO breakfast with his sweet
heart, who lived Sandwich way, and who
was none other, as she supposed, than
! pretty little Jennie Bax, for twas the
! widow BaX 5 name he mentioned when
! he spoke Of walking over TO his love at
! dawn
AT this point there was a disturbance
| outside. Budd, the constable, looked out,
| and presently looked in again 10 inform
Mr. Jawker that fresh prints of blood
stains had been discovered on the pave
ment, and could be traced for some dis
lance
"'They must be followed They must
be followedl'' cried little Mr.. Jawker;
F'They may lead us to the discovery of
the body of the murdered man. Follow
me, Budd!'' with which he went down
stairs the gaunt, immense constable close
behind him, and the people shouldering
one another in pursuit of both.
There was great crowd outside. Deal
was but little place in those days; in
deed, it is but a little place now, and the
news of the murder-if murder it were
had spread with something of the rapid
-
sparkling morning, q small westerly
draught ripping the sea into the flashing
of diamonds under the soaring sun, the
Downs filled with ships as on the previous
day, the white front of the FOreland
cleaning like silk upon the soft liquid
azure past it, with, noblest sight of all,
the line-of-hattle ship, the central feat
uTe of the mass of craft, in the act of
tripping her anchor and flashing INTO
broad surface of canvass with her long
bowsprit and jb-booms to head to the
north and east presently for cruise as
far as HeligOland.
The instant the little justice OF the
peace made his appearance there arose
stormy hubbub Of voices of men eager to
point out the blood stains. 1t was a
tragedy that went too deep for merriment,
yet one might have laughed ut the eager
pOstureS of square steamed boatmen
bending IN all directions in search of new
links of the crimson chain OF crime, rs
though vessel fun of treasure had gone
to pieces close aboard the land on top Of
a furious inshore gale, and there were
ducats and doublOons and pieces
eight il plenty to be found at the cost of
q hunt amongst the shugle. So many
inquirNg eyes were sure to discover what
was wanted. Stains Enthusiastically of
blood could be followed ut varying inter
walls from the pavement in front of the
Lonely Star: then into the middle of
Beach street; then an ugly patch, as
though the burden of the body had proved
too heavy and the bearer had paused to
rest; afterwards, for a hundred PAGES,
no sign; then half a score more of STAINS
that conducted the explorers to the tim
be- extension that projected a little dis
=
the trail ended Nothing could be more
damnifying in the theory they suggested
than III those links of blood starting from
the bedside and terminating, so to speak,
at the very wash of the water. 1t was
universally concluded that the tall young
man with the long hair, name unknown,
who had slept with Mr.. WOrksop, had
murdered that unfortunate boatSwain for
the sake Of the guineas in his pocket; and
under cover of the darkness of the night
had steathily borne the corpse to the
timber extension and cast it into the sea.
Mr.. Jawker started off at a rapid pace,
followed by the constable, TO make out a
warrant for the apprehension of the tall
young man with the long hair for wilful
murder; whilst a number of boatmen
went to work with cTeeps or drags to
search for the body in the vicinity of the
beach; but though they persevered in
their efforts until noon, watched by
hundreds Of people ashore as well as by
the innumerable ships crews who
crowded the shrouds and tops to observe
the result of this patient dredging, moth
ing more than very old anchor, which
was supposed to have belonged to one of
Tromp'S ships, was brought to light.
The world moved very slowly IN those
days, and Deals solitary constable,
Timothy Budd, had not fairly started for
the house of the widow BaX on a road that
would have brought him in time to the
ancient and beautiful minister of Minister
until the clock in Deal church showed the
hour to be a quarter before nine. He was
mounted on clumsy village cart, like TO
what Hogarth has more than once drawn,
armed with the warrant, full descrip-
ton of the tall young man, to the obtain
ing of whose name from the brig June,
still lying IN the Downs, the magistrate
objected on the grounds of delay, and
animated with full conviction that he
would find the malefactor at his sweet
heart : house.
The old village cart was drawn by
lame horse that was occasionally to be
impelled into brief staggering trot by
the one-eyed driver who sat by Constable |
Budd : side. and who on occasions acted |
as assistant or watch - to that worthy.
4 crowd followed the cart out of Deal |
for the excitement was very great indeed; |
and many would have been glad 10 have |
accompanied the constable the whole |
distance; but this he would not suffer,
sternly ordering them TO turn about |
when they had proceeded half n mile, |
lest, - rs he bawled out, ''the criminal |
should catch scent of their coming and |
fy.
Ii was 4 drive of five or six miles. Cor |
stable Budd stolidly pulled at his pipe, |
with now and again q glance at his heavy |
stick, and an occasional dive into his coat t
pocket, where jmgled massive PAIR of /
gives or handouts, for such ease of /
mind, maybe, as the chill of the iron |
could impart TO him. Stewards, where |
the blue of the ocean showed sleeping to /
the golden line of the Goodwin Sands, |
hung the huge white clOud of the line-of-
battle ship, scarce stemming the slack
westerly tide, though every cloth was