The Weekly Journal. — 1904-08-05 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

THE WEEKLY JOURNAL. FRIDAY AUGUST PP 1904 . .), • c.and with o it we wan ; the paragraph cut I the Uter and amrspaper attract fret IVonsading the former Grist, and in a 'no whole truth dashed upon her. The is ere liessbad tgbe :now? Ira caught helii; 32. re__ , anotaidell.ralaoidfahfleorfobrawekardinblote; swoon, but h • awaited her recovery. At this moment Leslie was poisoned by two raging demons: one as overwhelming desire to regain the *MAR he bad been robbed of, the other a ma for vengeance on the man who had so deceived him. /a n ttle whilo Mildred recovered, and in. djibe stantly I.ealie began to pour Into her ears the tale pf their wrongs and his own suffering. He dilated on the baseness of the act which had kept than apart, on the wealth he possessed, his own undying affection for her; but all hie urgiags were in vain. Mildred respected her husband, though she did pot Jove him, and even for Leslie's sake she dared not face the shame and scandal of an elopement. Again and again he strove to in. duos her to By with him, to meet with a quiet but Arm refusal esch time. At last, in a conditiog of frensy. Leslie went away, but ere he took his departure he took Mildred in his arms despite her resi4ance—clasped her madly to his breast, covering her face with burning kissei. Then he hurried away, and she saw him no more alive. When she next saw him he was far beyond the reach of her prayers amt tears, and she regretted with all her soul that she had out listened to his impassioned en#.eaties and fled with him abroad. But it was too late when she thought of such • proceeding.  wee evening, and before one large house in dforay-place a great crowd of excited people woes gathered, their glances fixed on one of thalntial residences wherein • terrible tragedy had been played out scarcely a couple of outs before Alexander Blair, the great woollen man, bad been murdered by an unknown gentleman. who, immediately afterwards, blew out his brains with the same revolver that sent a bullet through Blair's head. Shortly afterwarda. the doer of the strange deed was identified as David Leslie. who had ono, been in }Haien employment; but, save Lady Fergusann, no one knew why her father's life had beau token.  paper the next. day, only to read about the horrible tattling and bruniliation of the Japanese taken prismiers during the fret days of the Tale. Again we kave heard of Japans" well treated by their captors; but the weight of evidence kee the wren side. Not much of it is published in the paper*. neither is it much spoken off; but it wean to exist, a sad and incontrovertible fact. "I have lost one friend already." 0111101U10011 Nishiki San, cheerfully i shaking out a paleblue Grope kimono for nspection. "Where," I asked, sympathetically. "At the battle of the Yalu. His father and mother are not sorry. They are very.etrange." " Not sorry? Was he a bad son?' No, he was a very good son to his parents, and they liked him very much. But they do not show any sorry; there is no tsar on their fame. Friends go to see them—my father went at once—but they say no word. They will not speak. They smile, and the father drinks sake. Day and night, always he drink sake, and everyone thinks it very strange. Before that battle he wrote of another smaller fight." pursued Nishiki San. "The soldier@ Were lying down and tiring. Their Lieutenant stood upright, and the bullets fell thick about them. My friend said to him, 'lt is dangerous; please tale care of yourself.' The officer paid no attention. Three times my friend implored him to lie down. At the third time the officer, still saying no word, turned and gave him an impatient kick to keep quiet. That ' couragrohearted ' officer still lives, and my friend is dead."  [Tau