Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-03-08

nh important clue, that two or thro,
uhiucky men had been arrested ro h,
promptly discharged when they
proved their non-identity with nv
nhappy SELL | read distorted nc.
Goun1s OF my mode OF life. full q
aulty family histories. / was hid.
ing 10 the East End; i had eyaded
5,ie detectives and had reached gpain
fortunately | was not in Porter
street kentish Town. And ON the
t tii'ru night an evening paper men.
s,onel that "theyoungladyt whom
Mr. Bligh had been engaged was rem.
aefed prostrate by the blow which
n nau iallen on her, and that her friends
proposed taking her abroad"
Inc paper dropped from my hands
aan, my bright Bsttyl What would
mot give Tor sight OF her dear facei
And why should not see her? /
wrote an Advertisement and sent II
~ ,Tr IN Insertion ct. "a tho agency column
In the old happy deys nv bet name
LOT Betty was my maiden amt .
ms sobriquet she earned from a Ger.
tain sage way she had of giving me
counsel and prettily advising in an
elderly relative way, on business
matters, etc, which she did not un.
uerstand in the least. So nv mes
sage ran thus: III Maiden Aunt will
call at 5, Porter street. Kentish
Town, on Thursday. she win see her
nephew, who is in London for the
day" - W"
AZ . O'Clock on Thursday the door
OF my sitting-room was thrown omen
and Betty, thickly yelled. ran in
Poor little grill When | hnd bid her
farewell mt her fathers house. n
fortnight before she had been ROSY
aud radiant, daintily dressed. Now
her clothes were earelessly huddled
on, her cheeks were thin and pale.
her great blue eyes were dimmed and
Our conversation would not be of
general interest, lovers dialogues
rarely are, but before my sweetheart
left me ! had decided, come what
might TO make a clean breast OF the
Betty who was of the nervous. NOT
the heroic type of woman, vainIy
tried to dissuade me.
They will hang you" she sobbed.
and kissed me wildly, cor sentence |
you to penal seryitude for life. I |
know they will"
Nonsense" said, and tried to
'ooth her, They can't hang: they
'annot evenconvict on such evidence. /
was a fool, a mailman, ever to
ihirk facing an inquiry. That
vas the blacklist thing they have
against me"
Yes, cried thepoorchild vehement
Y, 'and 1t il Just black enough.
.ombined with other things. to make
hem send you to prison, OF" with a
trong shndder. worse.
They have a really strong case.
There is theevidence of the porter.
rho saw you with the pistol in your
land, pointed mt Andrews, so he saws.
'nly you tried to hide it when he
anne to the door. And the medical
men say that though the suicide
heory is possible, it is most un-
kelly, as when n man attempts self
destruction he invariably places the
reapon Mt his temple or in his mouth.
'ot MS Andrews did, in the middle OF
lis forehead. II all reads very con-
incing. my poor boy, to people who
70 not know you are innocent, as /
TO-"
stay here, Horace, and willcome
nd see you when can. We are not
DING abroad"
lis il possible" ! cried, sit is cow
rdly, and Heavens knows | have
cen coward enough already. Bet
y, ! must be tracked. 1t is only a
uestion of time. Do you know
hey are offering II reward for my ap-
rehension?"
Yes. she whispered, turning dead
: white. II saw the placards as ,
anne along. There is one on a wall ,
{ the end OF this very street."
"Be brave, Betty" | whispered,
nd wrung her trembling hands till
he WINGED. "AIl willcome right, and I
ur wed ling bells will ring before the i
ew year yet"
She shook her head sadly, and pull
down her veil.
II must go now" she said. II :
lall hardly be home in time for din I
Or, and mamma did not know | was i
,ming to YOU" \
Then she went away alone. She i
embed so violently when l pro- h
,sed to come part of the way with
n that was Obliged to desist. /
She asked wistfully when she should +
,me again. l replied, almost h
unity, that Great Porter street h
Duld not contain me another day; q
at next time we met it would be
It'll all our troubles at our back. L
But my feelings were not so sangu-
Q as my words. was Obliged,
oomily, to admit that the outlook !,
Is a bad one. Still, nothing was !;
be gained by hanging on Mt Kent 4
/ Town, waiting to be caught like 4
rat in n hole. :,
After my @ o'clock tea, | went off !,
: a long walk TO cool my brain and l.
range my thoughts. by Jovel" y