The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-06-05

into my pocket after the pens, when
something in the look of the writing
impressed on 1t, stopped me.
The writing must AVE been hurried,
and it had to all appearance been hur-
riedly died toward the corner of a per
fectly clean Leaf of the blotting-paper.
After twice reading, / felt sure that l
had made out correctly the following
address:
Miss Giles, 2 Zion place. Crickgel1y,
N. Wales"
It was hard under the circumstances
writing; but I thought / could recog-
nize the character Of some of the doc
tors letters, even in the blotted i'm
preston of them. Surprising l was
right, who was Miss Giles?
Some Welsh friend of the doctors,
unknown to me? Probably enough.
But why not Alicia herself under an
assumed name?
Provided 1 kept clear of Bark
ingham, it was all the same to
me what part of the United Kingdom
1 went to; and, in the absence of any
actual clew to her place of residence,
there was consolation and encourage
ment even in following an imaginary
trace. My spirits rose to their natural
height as I struck into the highroad
again and beheld across the level plain
the smoke, chimneys and church spires
of a large manufacturing There
l saw the welcome promise of a coach
the happy nance of making my jour
ney to Crickgelly easy Inc rapid from
the very outset.
At the first slopshop I encountered in
the suburbs of the town, 1 got a car
pet-bag and a clerical-looking suit. Al
the first easy shaving shop I passed,
had my hair cropped and my whiskers
taken off. After that I retreated agar
to the country-walked back till
found a convenient hedge down a Lam
off the high road-changed my upper
garment behind it, and emerged, bash.
full, black and reverend, with my cot
ton umbrella tucked modestly under
my arm, my eyes on the ground, my
head in the air, and my hat off m,
forehead.
I had not the most distant notion
where I was when I reached the High
street, and stopped at the Green Bull
Hotel and coach office. However,
managed to mention my modest wishes
to be conveyed at once in the direction
of Wales, with no more than a becom
ing confusion of manner
The answer was not so encouraging
as I could have wished. The coach t.
Shrewsbury had left an hour before
and there would be no other publit
conveyance running In my direction
until the next morning. Finding myself
thus obliged to yield to adverse cir
cumstaces, I submitted resignedly, ant
booked a place outside by the mex
days coach, in the name of the Rev
John Jones. I thought 1t desirable t
be at once unassuming and Welsh il
the section OF a travelling name; ant
therefore considered John Jones cal
culated to fit me, in my present emer
gency, to a hair.
After securing a bed at the hotel
and ordering a frugal curate's dime
(bit of fish. two chops, mashed pota
toes, semolina pudding, half pint o
sherry, I sailed out to look at TIL
town.
The next morning the Rev. Johi
Jones descended to breakfast so blanc
and smiling that the chambermaidI
simpered as he tripped by them in thu
passage, and the landlady bowed gra
ciously as he passed her parlor door
The coach drove up. and the reverend
gentleman (after waiting characters
tically for the woman's ladder
mounted to his place on the roof. be
hind the coachman. One man sat ther,
who had got up before him-and VIII
should that mar be but the chief of TIL
Bow street unner who had rashl.
tried to take DR.. Dulcifer into Gus
tody.
Fine morning, sir" I said politely.
Yes" he replied in the gruffest o
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