The age-herald., 1897-08-20

ln Furnlval' s inn. As he ratUled InrUugn the quiet streets congratulated myself on my escape from all unpleasant pre- dicament Itwas unlikely that the DOT ter would remember my face, and if he did there was not very great chance of discovery. The pistol--sood God-I lifted my hand to my pocket. It was empty. In the hurry of my impulsive flight I had left behind the evidence that would convict me- I had forgotten the pistol
 It was impossible to go home. They had my name. My address was in the directory. I should be arrested before daybreak. l called to the driver to go to Leicester square, staid till closing time, then wandered about London. Then went into a cafe, trying to de- eide on my plan of action To fly the country was the first course that sug- gested itself. Then I remembered tho vigilance with which the ports are watched when a supposed criminal is at large. So l wandered on for hours, wavering miserably I would put brave front on the matter and confess my share in the tragedy; I would take train to Newhaven and cross to France; l would hide in some obscure part of London and await the turn affairs took.
 It was by this time past 8 o'clock, and was walking along the Hamp- stead road, weary and disheveled with my journey of tho previous night, when a newsboy decided me. He carried a bundle of papers under his arm, post CT in front of him, and in black letters foot long l read: Outrage on tho Liverpool line Important clew to sup posed S1urderer. Y"
 That poster shaped my course. Iwent into barber's shop aud had my mus tache shaved of. Then I took couple of rooms in street near Kentisl Town. Here l lived, lay quiet, so to speak, for three horrible days.
 l had never earned the reputation of Sowardice, yet the immediate result of That unhappy flight was my transforma- rion into an abject craven I started violently at the landlady's tap at my door, at strange step on the stair. With the example of another case be- fore me, a case which a short time be- fore had greatly reused the public mind l 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 great risk in going out, for on every blank wall my own likeness confronted me. A thousand times cursed my folly in act ing as I did. And each day, each new edition of the papers, increased the diff culty of retrieving that folly.
 read them all-that the police had an important elew; that two or three unluoky men had been arrested, to be promptly discharged when they proved their nonidentity with my unhappy self. read distorted accounts of my 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 in Porter street, Kentish Town. And on the third night an evening paper mentioned that the young lady to whom MT Bligh had been engaged was rendered prostrate by the blow which had fallen on her, and that her friends proposed taking her abroad.
 Tho paper dropped from my hands An. my bright Bettyl What would not give for sight of her dear face?
 And why should I not see her? l 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 My Maiden Aunt. " This sobriquet she earned from a certain sage way she had of giving me counsel and prettily advising in an elderly rela- tive way on business matters, etc., which she did not understand in the least. So my message ran thus: eff Maiden Aunt will call at Porter street, Kentish Town, on Thursday, sho will see her nephew, who is in London for the day"
 About o'clock on Thursday tho door of my sitting room was thrown open, and Betty, thickly yelled, ran in. Poor little grill When had bid her farewell