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

! flea. Whoy look here-the long chap
comes ashore wanting money, and he
goes TO bed with u man with nOigh hand
forty guineas in gold. 1t speaks for it
| self, William; it speaks for itself. Now {,
! then, probe this old clothes-hOrse, viii
| zee? We shall be AL night at this pace. -
| They rumbled through the streets of
| Sandwich, over the quaint old structure
| that bridged the little river of Stour;
| then to the left, into the fiat plains
| dashed here and there with spaces of
| trees that stretched pretty nearly level
| all the way to Canterbury; aud as the
| great globular watch III Constable Budd 5
| breeches pocket pointed to the hour of
! ten, the cart came to a halt opposite one
| of IA group of cottages-the prettiest of
them all a little paradise of creeDers and
| green bushes and small quickest hedge
| shadowed behind with trees with the
| dark glass of the windows sparkling in
! tiny SUNS through the vegetation, and
the air round about sweet with pleasant
farmyard smell, and melodiOus with the
voices of birds and the bleating and low
ing of cattle in the distance.
Budd and his man got out of the cart,
threw the reins over post and walked to
the house door. Ii stood open. With
mere apologize blow upon it with his
| fist, the constable marched in, and
swiftly peeping into room on the left
hand side and noting that it was vacant,
he turned the handle of door on the
right of the passage and stood in the
Threshold, filing the frame with his
gaunt, knock-kneed figure and huge
skirts.
A little table was laid for breakfast;
the room was sayory with the smell of
haRnn
from his chair was the figure of York, a
table-knife in his hand "a frown of amaze
ment and Indignation upon his brow;
confronting him was a comely old lady
in mourning half risen too, and staring
with terrified eyes and pale cheeks at the
constable and the one-eyed face that
showed over his shoulder. Close to York
was his sweetheart, Jenny BaX, an
auburn-haired little woman of eighteen,
with soft dark eyes and girlish figure and
breast of snow scarcely concealed by the
kerchief that covered her shoulders.
"It's the Deal constable! cried the
comely old lady.
"What do you want?'' exclaimed
York, slowly rearing himself to his full
stature:
"'You!' Numbered Budd. "Put that
| knoife down. -
Amusement. The constable produced his
warrant.
EI'm here he cried, to arrest you
for the wilful murder, either last night
or in the small hours this morning, of
Gabriel Worksop, mariner, who shared
his bed with zee and who 5 missing -
He thrust his hands into his pocket
with look behind him, and in breath
almost SO quickly was it done, he and his
assistant had thrown themselves upon
York and handcuffed him. Ten minutes
later York, pinioned in the cart between
Budd and the driver, was being lesurely
conveyed to Sandwich Jail whilst the
widow Bax hung weeping bitterly over
the form of her daughter Jenny, who lay
motionless and marble-white, as though
dead, upon the floor.
VI.
When York was searched, they found
in his coat pocket a large clasp-knife
with ring through the end of it, capped
(where the ring was) by a mounting of
copper such as formerly might protect
the butt end of a pistol, upon which the
words ''Gabriel Worksop' were rudely
scored. The knife looked to have been
newly cleaned. There was no stain of
blood or anything approaching such
mark visible upon it. In the pocket
where this knife was they found Span
ish gold piece minIed in the year 1890,
with a hole through it, as though the
com was used as a charm or an orna-
ment. His bundle contained merely
few trifies of wearidg apparel. They also
found upon him four shillings in English
money and other articles of no moment
as evidence. But when they came to
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shirt heavily stained with blood.
All that he said was, he was innocent
of the crime charged against him, but
refused to declare more.
The first hearing was before the mayor
of Sandwich and bench of magistrates.
The room was crowded; never in the
memory of the most ancient inhabitant
had anything of the kind excited so much
interest, not indeed i'll the district, but
throughout the southeastern portion of
the county. It was universally agreed
that Mr.. WOrksop had been murdered,
and by whom, if not by Jeremy York?
Bat, then, what had become of the body?
The marks of blood proving that il had
been dragged to the timber extension
were conclusive enough; yet it was almost
inevitable that corpse thrown into shall
low water close inShore should be set
upon some part OF the beach by the acton
of the tide, unless weighted by n heavy
sinker, in which case there would be
chance for the grapnel.
But day after day broad tract stretch
ing from Deal castle to SandOwns castle
had been swept without result. Would
completee evidence be forthcoming?
WoUld York confess, or make some adj
mission that might help to solve the mys-
terry?
The landlady of the Lonely Star, along
with the other witnesses, proved that the
knife and the gold coin had belonged TO
Mr.. Worksop. The landlady stated that
She had frequently handled the coin, and
that on the day preceding his disappear
ance or death, she had asked HIM to sell
it to her; bat he replied that it had been
given to him by a sweetheart twenty
years before, and that he would not part
with it for a ton of gold. She and other
witnesses also testified TO Mr.. Worksop
having been i'll possession of some thirty
or forty guineas, which in his cups he had
. trick oflugging out by the handful, that
the company might know jolly sailor