New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-05-31

times King was a responsible writer
and a friend OF Or. Johnson. and his
narrative is circumstantial. Mr Hovs
told his wife that he had business in thu
City-a perfect beginning. From thu
city he sent her note informing her
that he must start at once for Holland.
where be had affairs that might det,is
him three weeks or a month
Mrs. Howe did not see or hear Of her
husband again for seventeen years. Hs
death vas presumed. and his estate vas
administered under an act of Parliament
specially obtained.
Mrs. Howe, after passing through va.
rious stages OF natural emotion. had
long been a cheerful widow" when ons
evening. while supping in Brewer ST..
Soho, whittier she mad removed. with her
brother-in-lsw, a DR. Rose. and other
friends. n note was delivered into her
hand. On reading IL she threw IL 10 Or
Rose with the remark: You see brother
old as I am, ! have got a gallant The
note was sn invitation 10 meet the
writer. in Birdcage Walk. Meanwhile Dr.
Rose had examined the handwriting, and
he promptly declared 1t 10 be Mr.. Howes.
The lad as promptly tainted. and the
company stood up TO gasp Next even
ing at the appointed hour the whole
parry went to Birdcage Walk. and in
few minutes Mr. Howe :trolled up and
kissed his wife.
His story Was that he had never lsft
London. lie mad not even lost sight OF
his wife. While she was obtaining her
relief from Parliament he had enjoyed
reading the details OF her business in the
newspapers sitting in a small West.
minister coffee house. Finding telescope,
matrimony entertaining. he had INDUCED
il year by year, and when Mrs. Howe re-
moved TO Brewer st. he had so ingrat.
ated himself With corr chandler
named Salt, whose house WAS Immediate
Is opposite. that nc was soon IN posi-
ton to dine there two or three times a
week. He liked to stand at the window
and look across the street into his wife's
drawing room and watch her little COM
ings and goings lie loved her STILL
through glass. Such was his explanation,
and he never added To il. lie had doubt.
less enjoyed hcing dead and alive at the
sane time, and for seventeen years the
game had seemed worth the candle
Where would man Of ar loves
tastes hide himself IN London to-day with
most prospects OF success; obviously
one mans best hiding place would not
be another's. cannot settle on my own.
There are some very outlsndish parts OF
London-quarters of almost atmospheric
vagueness. others OF an intensive in
teriority. where a man might prosper in
the questionable enterprise OF living 20
himself But my choice breaks down
every time
| have thought of Gallons. hut know
man who makes ocean cables there.
7 have considered Barnsbury, but the
least slip into Islneton might be fatal
when the Agricultural Hall is drawing
CARAT Lane is as unknown To most
Londoners as the Valley OF Jehoshaphat,
but | remind myself that I once explored
1t out OF mere curiosity; the same within
might seize an acquaintance. had al
most fixed on De Beauvor Town. There,
surely. none but aery tongues would
syllable a strangers name. But ! sud-
denly remembered that De Beauyoir
Town is virtually HoXton and that the
first time vent out foc tobacco | should
run into my esteemed friend. PETIT Ridge
-Wilfred Written in The Pail Mall Ca
zette