The Warwickshire Herald. — 1891-10-15 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

MYSTERIOUS MURDER.  REMOVING FRUIT sTAINe..  Moisten the stained spot and hold it under a burninq match, and the sulphurous gas will cause the stain to disappear. This will not do, however, for coloured goOds, as it will take out the colour. But if, while the stain is fresh, you put it over a cup and pour boiling water through it, it will almost always take out the spot if it is dose before washing. Soap almost invariably fixes any stain.  Amy moved off in the direction indicated to her ."y Miss Lockyer, leaving Nellie behind to say a few parting words to her aunt. After going a few yards, she came in sight of Cyril Gordon and her brother Walter. They were side by side, close to the foot of a ruined wall; and they were evidently examining some object of interest, for they were stooping forward, with their backs to her, and closely examining the ground. Mr. Gordon was pointing out something with his right hand, which he was clearly explaining to his interested companion. As Amy went , towards them she suddenly saw a man's head appear cautiously over the top of the wall on the heap of rubbish. He did not notice her, for his whole attention was occupied in gazing earnestly upon the two men who stood just beneath him. To her horror and alarm she recognised the man who had already made her nervous. All her fears came back to her with redoubled force, and a conviction seized upon her mind that he was plotting some mischief. She called out as loudly as she could to attract the attention of the others; and on hearing her cry her brother raised himself from his stooping position and looked round in the direction from which her voice had come. At that moment a huge stone from the ragged top of he wall came crashing down with terrific force, full upon the crown of his head. Without a cry or a groan he fell lifeless to the ground; and the stone,glancing off his head, alighted upon Cyril Gordon's shoulder, and laid him also potstrate beside him. It was the work of an instant, but poor Amy had seen it all. The head of the ruffian disappeared at once, and he was lost to view in a moment. With an agonising scream of despair and anguish, Amy Randolph sprang forward to the scene of the dastardly outrage; but, in her excitement and frenzy, site did not notice the path. Her foot caught in a hollow between two rugged pieces of rock, and she fell heavily forward to the ground. Her forehead struck against a sharp corner of the rock, and she lay there stunned and unconscious. Cyril Gordon had sustained no [severer injuries than a painful bruise upon his shoulder, and he recovered himself almost immediately foe,, his fall. He turned to look upon the prostrate form of his young and handsome companion who, but a minute Mon:, had been full of health, vigour, and intelligence. His poor battered load presented a lamentable and shocking appearance', his skull was completely shattered, and death MUM have been instatindwous. Amy's piercing shriek had quickly brought MiSti Loelyer and Nellie to the spot, and they were now engaged in raising the inanimate holy or the poor young girl, whose forehead was bleeding, from an ugly wound.—" For God aml Humanity. By Haskett Smith. (Edinburgh and London: William , Blackwood nd Sons.)