Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-06-19

anger, OF reCrlmlndtlOu ON ms part /
had l1st self control, fired at and killed
him.
Then ensued the most foolish action IF
my life leapt from the now alno>,
mouonless train on to the platform and
up the stairs into the street. hailed a
passing hanson, and told the man To
drive TO my chambers in Furniyals Inn
As ne ratified through the quiet streets
congratulated myself on m escape from
an unpleasant predicament ID was un-
likely that the porter would remember my
face, and If he did there was not very
great chance of discovery. The pistol
good God.-l lifted my hand 10 my pocket
1T was empty. In the hurry of my I'M
pulsive fight had left behind the evil
dence that would convict mel had forgot
ten the pistol
II was impossible to 60 home They
had my name: my address was in the di-
rectory. ! should be arrested before dav-
break / called to the driver to go to
Leicester square, stayed there till closing
time; then wandered about London. Then
| went toa cafe trying to decide on my
plan Of action. To fly tne country was the
first course that suggested itself Then
remembered the vigilance With which the
ports are watched when supposed crimi-
cal Is at large 80 wandered on for
hours. wayering miserabIy / would put
a brave front on the matter, and confess
my share in the tragedy; | would take the
tram to Newhayen and cross to France;
| would hide In some obscure part of Lon
don, and await the turn affairs took.
= 1t was by this time o'clock, and was
walking along the Hampstead road, weary
and dlsheartened with my journey of the
previous night when newsboy decided
me He carried bundle of papers under
his arm. poster in front of him, and in
black letters a foot long ] read Outrage
on the Liverpool line, Important clue to
supposed murderer
That poster shaped my course. ! went
into a BARRIERS shop and had my nous
tache shaved of. Then took a couple Of
rooms IN a street near KentiSh town. Here
! lived, lay quiet, so to speak. for three
horrible days.
] had never earned the reputation Of
cowardice, yet the immediate result of that
unhappy flight was my transformation into
an abJect craven. ] started violently at
the landlady's tap at my door, at a strange
step on the stair. With the example of
another case before me. case which Il
short time before had greatly reused the
public mind, was afraid to keep entirely
to the house, lest my landlady should sus-
pect 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 thous-
and times ] cursed my folly in acting as
did. And each day each new edition of
the paper, increased the difficulty of re-
trieving that folly.
read them all-that the police had an
important clue, that two or three unucky
men had been arrested, to be prompiy dis
charged when they proved their non-iden-
tity with my unhappy self. ! read dis
torted accounts ofmy mode of life, full of
faulty family histories. was hiding in
the East End; | had evaded the detectives
and had reached Spain. Fortunately
/ was not known to be in Porter street
Kenish town. And on the third night
an evening paper mentioned that the
young lady to whom Mr. Bhgh had been
engaged to was rendered PROSTATE by
the blow which had fallen on her, and
that her friends proposed taking her
abroad.
The paper dropped from my hands. All,
my bright Betty What would ! not give
for sight at her dear face.
And why should not see her? wrote
an advertisement and sent It for Insertion
in the agony column of The Times
In the old happy days my pet name for
Betty was "Ny maiden aunt This sobrl-
quet she earned from a certain sage way
she had of giving me counsel and prettily
advising in an elderlyreIatIve way ON bust
ness matters, etc, which she did not UNI
derstand in the least So my message ran
thus; If Maiden Aunt will call at No.
5 Porter street, Kentish town, on Thurs
day, she will see her nephew, who Is in
London for the day
About 5 0 clock on Thursday the door
of my sitting room was thrown open and
Betty thicky yelled, ran in. Poor little
girl, When had hidden her farewell at
her fathers house a fortnight before, she
had been rosy and radiant daintily dress
ed Now her clothes We're carelcssy hud-
died on. her blue cheeks were thin and
pale her great blue eyes dimmed and
moun'ul.
Our conversation would not be of gener-
al interest, lovers dialogues rarely are.
but before my sweetheart left me had de-
cided, come what might. to make a clean
breast Of the matter.
Betty, who was of the nervous, not the
heroic type Of woman, yainly tried to dis
suade me.
They will hang you, she sobbed. and
kissed me wildly. "or sentence You to
penal seryitude for life. | know they
will. "
Nonsense, said, and tried to soothe
her. They can't hang; they cannot even
convict on such evidence. was fool. a
mailman. ever to shirk facing an inquiry.
That's the blacklist thing they have against
me.
Yes. cried the poor child vehement
", and it is just black enough, combined
with otner things. to make them send
you to prison or, with strong shudder
worse.
They have really strong case. There
is the evidence of the porter, who saw you
with the pistol in your hand, pointed at
Andrews. so he says, only you tried to
hide it when he came to the door, And
the medical men say that though the SUI
eide theory is possible, it is most unlikely,
az when a man attempts self destruction
ne invariably places the weapon at his tenn