The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-24


asylum about ten miles out OF Liverpool.
cut you had better hurry up or you will
miss the express"
1T seems 10 be rather a wiid-goOse
chase, doesn't it2' said Mr.. Lowe
Mr- TOwnend looked at him straight
It's the biggest Wild-goose chase a man
was even sent on ne said, but we have
our Instructions, and we must carry them
out. Then he turned out his pockets and
produced couple of sOvereigns and As
90 in silver, which he handed to Mr..
Lowe, remarking that the banks were
closed, and that he would want some
money. The petty cash box yielded an
other 80 and with this provision against
INN uiate necessities, the. amateur de-
tectiVe entered the next Stage of the in
qulfy-and coy, first class carriage on
the 1000 p m. express to Liverpool.
Al $3.50 next morning he presented him.
self at the headquarters of the Liverpool
detective department in Dale street, and
the officer in charge. though at first sus-
plclOuS ana reticent, gradually thaWed
under the influence of the strong per,
sonal recommendations from Supt. Shore,
which Mr.. Lowe presented gIibiy by word
OF mouth, adding, with a deft adapta-
tlon OF the superintendent sarcasm, that
he was commissioned by the Scotland
ara authorities to furnish them with
an possible information about the MUIR
der. Thus is was that he enlisted the
assistance Of the officer, who, by merely
pressing an electric button, summoned
10 the joint consultat ton a constable who
was well acquainted with Rainhill ana
in the space of a few minutes Mr. Lowe
learned that Rainhill was a township
with a population Of about 1000 that IL
contained lunatic asylum, two churches
and railway station on the Liverpool
ana Manchester line. But the constable
liams.
Mr.. Lowe ruminated for a few mo-
ments, chewing the end of his big mus
tache. can you put me on to the local
who takes an intelligent interest in other
peoples business and knows all about
the births, deaths and particularly mar
rlages, that have taken place in Rainhin
Tor the last twenty years or so2"
There's John Higham," said the con-
stable, refecuvely; hes the local let
ter carrier, and he knows every one in
the place. Perhaps he might help you"
or course; Just the very man, and Mr..
Lowe felt that he was close to the haunts
of the wild goose, after all.
1t had been showing and blowing hard
all night. with thunder and lightning
ana hurrying squalls of hail and sleet. In
the morning the storm had almost blown
ltselt out, but 1t was still piercingly cold;
the air was thick and Opaque and the
halt-seen sky was leaden, so that the
day suited well with the task in hand. II
was lifting weather for following up the
death trail. Every one knows that ma
ture can accommodate herself to human
moods. especially the poets, and Brown
ing lets the interdependence be seen very
plainly. In "PrOspice." that Alpine storm
in verse, cannot one feel the fog in the
throat, the mist in the face. ana the
pass where death sits waiting? In the
song from 'Pippa Passes" on the other
hand, or Home Thoughts From
Abroad does not one get life at its
brightest in a food of sunshine? Listen
how the chaffinch sings on the orchard
bough. One can hear the gushing mel
ody right through the poem.
But when Mr.. Lowe reached Rainhin
the storm was over though the soft
white new-fallen snow covered the whole
townshp-like a ''lroud He dispatched
a lad from the away station in search
of John Higham, who presently appeared
wheeling, ana opened his old eyes in as
tonishment a the tale which the strang-
er had to tell of squatter king who had
died in Australia, leaving a fortune OF
fabulous amount to his next of kin, a
person of the name of Williams, formerly
of Rainhll. Old Higham knew two ladies
of the name of Williams, who We're both
interviewed at once, and left to their own
Mustered anticipauons as soon as Mr.
Lowe had satisfied himself that they
could have no possible connection with
the murder. Here the scent was lost tenn
porariy, and he had to cast about pa
the street with old Higham. there APP
peared upon the scene young Higham,
stripping of is, who assisted his father
with the delivery of the mails. To him
the old man unfolded the story of the
fortune which had been left In Australia.
and of the efforts which were being made
to recover the long-lost heir a lucky indi-
Vidual named Albert Williams.
The boys features worked in a desper-
s.
sociations, and then his eyes took on a
new light, glowing with the joy of
great discovery.
"Feyther." he said, speaking in the
long, liquid Lancashire drawl, "doan't e
moind thot theer Williams as coom'd to
Rainhill last 'aryest tonne Mayhap e
Mather an took 'er off to Chaney?''
'Ay, ay, sewerly," the old man respond
ed. II moind i'm well, ma lad. L rent
ed Dinham Villa from Mrs. Hayes, an
Ben Young cemented tina kitching floor
fur i'm. Dear, dear, so 'es coom'd into
fortin. 1 hallus thowt theer wur suth-
Ay. thot's IN severity
Mr. Lowe gave an involuntary excla-
nation of surprised delight. When
pick up the scent again after a check they
always give tongue. when did you say
he married her my lad?" he said.
"op at tina choorch yonder. They wur
married by passon ITSELF, an 70 can see
tina stiffkit if you loike. But ERE cooms
Joe PICKERING, e married Emmie Math-
eer,s sister, an e can tell you moor o.
Williams than me-"
Joe Pickering, a stalwart young car
penter. remembered Williams peTfectlV
and recollected doing the woodwork in
the scullery at Dinham Villa when the ce-
menting of the floors was being carried
out by Ben Young. Moreover, he had
lately seen letter written to Mrs Math-
er by Williams from Melbourne in Aus-
tralia, in which Williams said that 'sDear
OF health" The letter was dated some
time in January.
There could no longer be any doubt in
Mr.; loves mind that he was on the
right scent, and he almost whistled as he
remembered that the unfortunate dear
Emily was murdered by the polite letter
writer on Christmas Eve.
Higham, senior in his capacity as par-
ish clerk, soon found the marriage regis
ter in the vestry of the old church and |
turned up an entry relating to the mar
rage of Albert Oliver Williams. bach
elor, and Emily Mather, spinster. A conv |
of the entry would cost 3s I'd, he rennarI< |
ed meaningly. Mr.. Lowe handed over |
the fee, as we'll as a couple of half crown |
for the old mans private purse.
~ o Woant want the mummy back if it's /
not tina roight, Willums willa?' said |
the careful clerk, and when reassl1red |
on the point went off to call the 'passon';
Mrs. Mather and her daughter, Mrs
Pickering, were both at home when Mr.
Lowe called and was shown into the nesf /
little parlor, with its horsehair sofa ami /
armchair, its cheap German prints IN |
the walls, and the square table in the
middle OF the room, with a brass-bound |
family Bible lying mathematically in he /
center 80 INC
The visitor introduced himself nv hand
Ing the old lady his card Il represent |
the Melbourne Argus" he began "snd
also latter short na11gal G1otior.I