The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1890-04-26
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TIE STORY OF A TERRIBLE EPISODE
In THE LIFE OF An ENGLISH
NOBLEMAN.
BY F. w. HUME
CHAPTER VII.
A IrYENIIE DETECTINE

he "growed" His mother and father had
both deserted him at an early age, giving
him nothing 10 remember them by, not
even a name, so he was thrown on the
world a SOU ling brat. Nevertheless, he
managed to get along somehow to the age
of fifteen, at which period of his life
Dowker CHANGED on him and his prospects
began to improve.
Dowker underneath his dr,b exterior
concealed kind heart, and having met
Flip one night in the rain, had taken
compassion on the miserable morsel of
humanity and given him cup of coffee
TO warm him and roll of bread TO satisfy
his hunger. Flip was SO touched at this
disinterested kindness that he attached
himself with do5-like fidelity to the de-
tective and tried to serve him to the best
of his small ability.
Having had to fight Lis way in the
world, Flip had developed wonderful
sharpness of intellect at very early age,
and Dowker turned this hunger educated
instinct to good account, for he often set
the little urchin to follow cabs, run mes
sages, and do other small matters which
he required. Flip performed all these
duties so we'll and promptly that Dowker
began TO take an interest In him, and set
to work to cultivate this stunted flower
which had sprung up amid the evil weeds
o. the slums. He had meeting place
appointed with Flip in Drury Lane, and
whenever he wanted him went there to
seek him out. Flip listened to his pa
irons instructions refully, and, having
wonderfully tenacious memory of an
uncivililed kind, he never forgot what he
was told In return for services rendered,
Dowker gave him shilling week, and on
this small sum I lip managr d to exist with
occasional help fIom casual passersby.
Every one in London knows Drury
lane, that quaint, dirty narrow street
leading TO the Strand.
~ OTIS h'up, 9uv'nor?" he asked, with
a ieer. Flips leer was not pleasant-lt
had such an unholy appearance More
l&rks-my heye, | tho.t I'd never twig
you gin. Ave you bin hover the gar
din-wal arter pTig?"
Hold Your tongue, said Dowker,
sharply. L want you to do something
for me are You hungry"
Not much, sid Flip, coolly, but
dom mind a am san wich.
Dowker cast a sharp glance at the
ragged little figure walking beside him.
" here h We yoa been getting money"
he asked
My heye, It's rigler game" said
Flip, rubbing his Srimy hands together,
rs they turned into ham and beef
shop. Ill tell Yer allan III ave, an
bread.
Being supplied with these Injuries at
the expense of Dowker, Flip stuffed his
mouth with liberal portion, and then
began TO talk
"Larst Monday" he began.
Ia, said Dowker, suddenly recollect-
ing the date OF the murder, yesterday"
No the Monday afore, said Flip, it
we've at mite, lawful foggy, my h eye, a
rigler corker ii We're. | was as 'ungry as
a bloomin' t. Ike an couldn't find you no.
how, so h'up | goes to Soho to see hold
Jem Mux, You knows i'm, guynor, the
cove as keeps the Pink I'm
Yes, the sporting pub" replied Dow
ker.
Same game" said Flip, "'e gives me
SUM mat to at whom | arsks it, so | goes
h'un TO cajge some wictuals. gifts cold
meat, my h'eye, prime, an bread an
teer, so when l ad copped the grub, |
was a-gittin' away h'out OF the bar when
a swell cove comes Nor, what a swell
fur coat an a shiny at Ses e to the
gal, ses e, Is that ere sp urin' comm OFF
this eveuin?' Yes says she, in the
drorin' room tight you hare scs e
Il want to see it aforc 1 leave Iengland
L was ssoin down to my yotsh, ses e.
but I'll put it orr TIL tomorrow. as l
wants to see th!s set-to, then Q twigs
me, an ses e, Ale YOU ,o'd:' ses e. Yes.
ses l. "Ungry?' Not much, scs l.
Ere's some tin for You, you pore little
devil, an I'm blessed if e tidnt tip me a
soy, 30 I've been livin' like dock on it
since | sawr you-nlce game, amt 1t,
guy nor
During this recital Dowker had not
paid much attention till Flip spoke of
the yacht, then he suddedly pricke up
5 ears, for i, dawned on him that this
unknown benefactor OF fllps might pos
silly ho Lori CalliSton.
MONDAY ght he was going ogt of
| town, mulmurtd Dowker, but he was
| always sporting blade, 20 perhaps he
stopped for this fight and then went down
next morning. | wonder where he met
LAZY Balscombc. All. we'll, it's nothing
! to do with the murder at all events; but
ii like 70 know If he really did leave
| town on the night
Then be Turned to Flip.
Did Inc swell see Jem Mux?' he asked
| sharply.
Rather, said Flip, an Jem e called
i'm my lord, SO e must ave been bloom
IN bliIdin' totf"
My lord. repeated Dowker thought
fully, oh, no doubt it was Lord Cat
| liston. | wonder if he's had anything to
| do with the death of his mistress; it's
! curious If he stopped III town all night
that he didn't so back To his chambers
/ About what time WIS this" he asked,
aloud.
About nine, said + u, promptly, -or
harf-past.
Nine, echoed Dovkcr: then IN that
| case he must have stayel in town all
| night, as the last train 10 Shoreham is
about half past. I'll look into this bust
ness. but meantime | want to find out
Desmond l.ttle gene.
Flip hal now finished his meal, and
was waiting lmpatiently for instructions
| from his chief.
Wot's Lup, gny'nor:" lie asked, his
I black boady eyes txed on the detective
| Rowket glanced Il. his watch.
Its about :. he said, replacing it,
-and | want Won to meet me at the Mar
ble Arch about quarter to ;.
Wot for
10 follow lady and gentleman and
oyerhear what they say said Dowker;
I'll show you whom l mean Don't lose
word Of their conversation and then re-
peat il ali to me.
I'm tiy. said Flip. with a wink, and
then this curiously assorted pair depart
ed. Dowker 10 his Office for a few min
CteS, ana Flip 10 wend his way TO the
rendezvous At Marble Arch.
CHAPTER VIII
THE LANGUAGE Of Love
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and fair haired. with q pair OF merry blue
eyes, anu a charming complexion Hel
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