Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1890-01-29
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the end of the journey. Like flashes Of light
ming, one thought after another rushed across
my brain He was dead-James Andrews;
the man who had every reason to bear me
enmity. He was dead Shot through the
head with my pistol What more likely sup
position could there be than that in the heat
| Of anger, of recrimination on his part,
had lost self control, fred at and killed himi
Then easued the most foolish action Of my
! hfe l leapt from the now almost motion
less train on to the platform and ran up the
stairs into the street. I hailed passing
hanson, and told the man to drive to my
| chambers in FurnivaIs inn As he ratified
| through the quiet streets congratulated my
self on my escape from n unpleasant predic-
ament. 1t was unlikely that the porter would
remember my face, and if he did there was
not very great chance Of discovery. The
pistol-good GodLI lifted my hand to my
pocket-it was empty. In the hurry of my
impulsive flight had left behind the evi-
dence that would convict mel had forgot
ten the pistol
It Wa impossible to go home They had
my name; my address was In the directory.
should be arrested before daybreak. called
to the driver togo to Leicester square, stayed
till closing time; then wandered about Lon
don Then l went into q cafe, trying to de-
eide on my plan of action To hy the coun-
try WAC the first coUse that suggested itself.
Then remembered the vigilance with which
the ports are watched when a supposed crimi
nal is at large. So wandered on for hours.
wavering miserahly. / would put a brave
front on the matter, and confess my share in
the tragedy; would take train 10 Hewhaven
and cross to France; / would hide IN some OBJ
scure part Of London, and await the turn
affairs took
1t was by this time past s O'Clock, and was
walking along the Hampstead road, weary
and disheveled with my journey Of the previ-
Gus night, when q newsboy decided me. He
carried bundle OF papers under his arm,
poster in front of him, and In black letters
foot long l read: Outrage on the Liverpool
line. Important clew to supposed murderer
That poster shaped my course l went
into BARRIERS shop and had my naustache
shaved of. Then | took a couple of rooms
IN street near keneish Town. Here lived,
lay quiet, 50 to speak, for three horrible
days.
l had never earned the reputation of cow
ardlce yet the immediate result of that I'M
happy light was my Transformation into an
abJect craven. l started violently at the
iandlady's tap at my door, at a strange step
On the stair. With the example of another
ease before me, case which short time
before had greatly reused the public mind,
was afraid TO keep entirely to the house,
lest my landlady should suspect my identity
and hand me over to the police On the
other hand, ran a great risk in going out,
for on every blank wall my own likeness
confronted me. A thousand times cursed
my folly In acting as did. And each day,
each new edition of the papers, increased the
difficulty of retrieving that folly.
read them all-that the police had gu i'm
portant clew, that two or three unIucky men
had been arrested, to be promptly discharged
when they proved their non-identity with
my unhappy self l read distorted accounts
of my mode of life, full Of faulty family his
tories l was hiding In the East End; l had
evaded the detectives and had reached Spain.
Fortunately, [ was not in Porter street
kentiSh Town. And On the third night an
evening paper mentioned that 1.-The young
lady to whom Mr. Bligh had been engaged
was rendered PROSTATE by the blow which |
had fallen on her, and that her friends pro- |
posed taking her abroad"
The paper dropped from my hands. All, |
ny bright Betty What would not give for
4 sight of her dear face
And why should not see her? 1 wrote an
and sent it for insertion in the
Agency column of The Times"
In the old happy days my pet name for
Betty was MY maiden aunt This sobri-
Iuet she earned from a certain sage way she
lad of giving me counsel and prettilv adyis-
ng in elderly relative way on business
matters, ETC., which she did not understand
n the least. So my message ran thus; "If
Maiden Aunt viii call at No. Porter street,
Aentish Town, on Thursday, she viii see her
nephew, who Is in London for the day.
About 5 O'Clock on Thursday the door of
ny sitting room was thrown open and Betty,
hicky yelled, ran N. Poor little girl! |
Y hen had bid her farewell at her fathers
louse fortnight before, she had been rosy
nd radiant; daintiiy dressed. Now her
lothes were carelessly huddled on, her
heeks were thin and pale, her great blue
yes dimnsed and mournful
Our conversation would not be of general
interest, lovers dialogues rarely are. but be-
ore my sweetheart left me had decided.
ONE what might, to make clean breast of
he matter.
Betty, who was of the nervous, not the
eroic type of woman, vainly tried to dis
uade me.
They will hang you" she sobbed, and
Used me wildly, "or sentence you to penal
4ryitude for life. l know they will"
"Nonsense," said, and tried to soothe her.
They can't hang; they cannot even convict
n such evidence. | was fool, a mailman,
yer to shirk facing an inquiry. That is the
lackest thing they have against me"
Yes" cried the poor child vehenently.
nd 1t is just black enough, combined with
Their things, 10 make them send you to
rison or" with strong shudder. worse"
They have really strong case. There is
lie evidence OF the porter, who saw you with
le pistol In your hand, pointed at Andrews,
he says, only you tried 10 hide it when he
sme TO the door. And the medical men say
lat though the suicide theory is possible, it
most unlikely, as when man attempts ,
If destruction he invariably places the
eapon at ms temple or in his mouth. Not
Andrew did, i'll the Eslddle of his forehead
all reads very convincing, my poor boy, to
,ople VINO do not know that you are limo
mt, Us | do"
Stay here, Horace, and l viii come and ,
o you when l can. We are not going
,road"
at is impossible cried, lit is cowardly, ,
ID Heaven knows have been coward enough r
ready. Betty, l must be tracked II is only :
question OF time. Do you know they are
fering a reward for my apprehension
. y es, = she whispered, turning deadly white r
saw the placsrJis as | came along There =
one on a wall 1T the other END Of this very ,