The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1899-02-10

nad parted at eleven O'Clock the pre-
v:cus morning, and to whom he was
inclined to look for succor, as one of
the cleverest and most energetic men
he knew.
This latter message was brief:
From George Caulfield, Milldale
Jail, to Edward Leworthy, Freshmead
Vicarage.-Come to me at once, for
Gods sake! am in a great difficulty"
Mr.. Caulfield's janitor brought him
a comfortable breakfast by and by, and
was inclined to sympathize. He knew
a gentleman when he saw one, he told
the curate, though he had had to deal
with a rough lot in this beastly hole.
He had seen a good many murderers
in his time, and the possibility of his
prisoners guilt made very little diff
ference to his feelings. Guilty or not
guilty, a man who was free-handed
with half-crown pieces was entitled to
respect The difference between half
crown and form, was just the differ
ence between your real gentleman and
the spurious article. The actual
amount was not much, but that odd
sixperca marked the distinction.
This functionary informed Mr.. Caul-
field that the inquest was to take place
at four o'clock that afternoon.
(Which gives you time to commune
cate with your SOLICITOR" he added,
grandly.
But 1 haven't any solicitor" an
swered the prisoner. Il never had any
law business in my life"
$50 much the better for you, Sill"
responded the jailor, sententiously;
''but you must have a lawyer to watch
this here case for YOU
I'll wait till my friend, the Vicar Of
Fresilmead. comes, and take his advice
about it," said George. Il know he'll
come as soon as the rail can bring
him.
His confidence was not ill-placed.
Soon after noon Mr.. Leworthy was
ushered into his room. He was be-
tween fifty and siXty-a man with a
countenance full of vivid intelligence,
bright brown eyes, and gray hair, worn
longer than the fashion. 1t was alto
gether a poetic head; but the mans
temperament fitted him for action and
effort as thoroughly as his intellect
gave him mastery in brain-work.
Such friend as this was verify a
friend in need. The two men clasped
hands. and for the first minute George
Caulfeld was speechless.
Tell me all about it" said the vicar,
sitting down by his friends side with
as cheerful an air as if it were COM
mon thing for him to find a friend in
prison.
George Caulfield related his dreadful
adventure of the previous night, the
vicar listening intently, with knitted
brows.
at looks very like murder" he said
at last. THE poor creature was carried
to the station in dying state, and that
stentorious breathing you noticed when
the train started was the last struggle.
Don't be afraid, my dear boy; there's
not the slightest reason for uneasiness
Our business is to find out all about
this poor lady. and the man who placed
her in the train. She must have been
brought to the station in some kind OF
vehicle-cab, Notwithstanding
The first thing to be done is to have
inquiries made among the cabmen and
cab proprietors. The police will do all
that; but l shall have to watch your
interests in the matter. You must
have clever lawyer, too, to watch the
case. Brockbank, of Grandchester
will be the man-always about the
criminal court there, up to every move
I'll telegraph to him instantly. The
inquest is to be at four, you say. !
must get it put off till five"
"How good you are!" exclaimed
George, land how clever!"
Pm a man of the world, that's ALL
Some pious people think that parson
has no right to be man of the world
forgetting who it was that told, us to
be wise as serpents I'm not the pop
ular idea of a parson, you know, by
any means; but can serve a friend as
we'll as your strait-laced specimen of
the BREED
He was man of Astounding cheer
fulness and infinite capacity for work,
as prone to embellish his conversation
with occasional flowers of modern
slang as he had been forty years ago
at Elton. He was just the man George
Caulfeld wanted in this crisis of his
life.
He telegraphed to the Grandchester
attorney, and got the inquest post
poned from four till five. He saw the
medical man; he talked to the police.
A police officer had started for Grand
chester by an early train to hunt up the
owner of the card, and obtain as much
information as could be got in a few
hours.
The inquest was held at the chief ho-
tel in Milldale, in large dining-room,
which was only used on civic and par
ticular occasions. Here, under blaze
of gas, the curate of St. Philemon's,
South Kensington, found himself for
the first time in his life face to face
with British jury and British coro-
ner.