Widnes Examiner. — 1913-09-27 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

THE EXAMINER, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1913.  " Wastwood I Not a son of William Westwood, who was murdered at Bhamo "  "Murdered, you say! William Westwood wee my father.. Tell me what you know, man!" and he allowed him to rise.  "You, William Westwood's son, and in this house! Under the same roof with—! But let me ask, are you under any delusion? I think you said something about your uncle?" "This is my uncle Richard's house— Richard Westwood." _  "Absurd ! Richard Westwood is in China; he went there more than three years ago. If you are here as a guest, I tell you you are enjoying the hospitality of Mr. Angus Brampton, my father—and—your father's murderer." "Good Heavens, man, is this true? Say it —swear it!" "I do not say it—l swear it. 179 is my father—l deplore it—a scoundrel, a liar, thief, and a murderer!" "Then Heaven strengthen my vengeance! His fate is sealed ! " He turned to the door, his face white and set. But there in the doorway stood Angus Brampton, alias Richard Westwood. "You heard, coward—villain! Is this true?" " Did I not give you twelve hundred pounds?" " Death ! Quick ! Answer me, is this true?"  " Yes ! And now?" Frink Westwood's hands clenched; and he made a spring at the murderer of his father. Then followed the crack of a revolver, a flash in his face, and a stinging, searing pain upon the side of his neck, Passion blinded him, and he scarcely knew what followed. He was conscious of a fall, a second revolver report, and then the relaxing grip of his antagonist. Dazedly the two men looked down at the figure at their feet. Heavens! He is dead! That accidental shot has killed him." "I must remain here now and see you clear of this," said the ,stranrr. " Your father is avenged—by Providence. Dr. Westwood made a hasty examination of the body. "Yes, he is dead—l must 6ummon the authorities."  It was a fortnight afterwards before Dr. Westwood was free to return to London. Ella Farleigh oat anxiously awaiting his arrival. "Oh, Frank, what a terrible experience! How near you were to death." Her voice was tremulous, and her eyes spoke thirio which she had not entrusted to her tongue. 'lt is past now, darling" (her face flushed pleasantly at the endearment), "but, do you know, I had a queer sort of presentiment from the moment I was leaving you that something unpleasant overhung me." '"And, curiously, GO had I. But I prayed very earnestly +hat God would protect you." "-He has, darling—perhaps due to your pleading We none of us • know how much Providence may not alter its design of events for the prayers of a good heart. You are the ideal woman, Ella, God designed, for maws betterment." His voice wr.s intense. Ella's gaze sought the floor, avoiding the light which she felt was in his eyes. "Ella, that man, I have ascertained, owed -my father more than fifteen hundred pounds (my father, indeed, appears to have been careless of money matters). I shall have at least twelve hundred out of that sum— enough to start a practice with. Will you be' my wife, darling, my guiding star?" She placed her hand unreservedly in his. " Frank, did I not give you an answer to that question the day you went to Stamport?" "And I had been hoping yem did not understand." "A woman not understand when she is being asked in marriage by the man she- ioves!" They sat undisturbed, blissfully regardless of ftiinned "A you will forgive that wretched man, Frank, for the murder of yon, father?" Ella pleaded afterwards'. "I shall try to forget him, darling.. We should entertain no bitterness for one -beyond the grave." Then I am truly happy. The man could not have been wholly bad—else why should he have wished to pay you some of the money which he owed your father?"' "A qualm, his redeeming feature What puzzles rue is that he should have resorted to such subterfuges partly to relieve his conscience. I will charitably hope he had no other reason for settling in Stamport in the name of Richard Westwood." "Yes, let us think of him charitably,"lla said ,IT