Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1907-11-23 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THZ. DARK BROWN OVERCOAT  (Continued).  'The prisoner was dressed in a light grey stritt—such as he is now wearing—and he shivered once, as with oold, for he was without an overcoat. Ile wore a, massive cameo ring carved in a 'Death's-head,' and a gold scarf-pin engraved with the forty-filth problem of Euclid. 'I told him who and what I was—that I was trying to find work—that I had fold, little by *ttall that I possessed to pay for a lodging-that I sass starving. 'Efeesees toothed. by my affliction. He said he had but a trifle in his pocket, and was some =lee from home—but I must not starve. I roust take his watchchain to a pawnbroker's and borrow something on it for present relief. Be gave ,rne his card, bidding me to come to Isink the following night at seven o'clock and bring the pawneSuplicate, when he would pee salasteoould be done as to employment for me. "Ile prisoner stopped my words when I tried tar -thaok him. man,' he said, 'was ever born to he beyond the accident of needing help from his feIIOWXIIOII. I save you to-night—eome y you might save me!' I pawned the watchchain, and pinned the duplicate and the card together to the lining of my coat-pocket that I might not lose either of them. 'Me next alClMing I was taken ill, and laid up in hospital. Only this morning was I discharged. Wretalted man! my preserver will think me a thief, or If orse—,an ingrate! But I have the eazd. I study it. `.3tir Julian Va./Kiev-I;l're, Boseba,nk, Totteridge, N.' They had sent me from the hospital with a small gift of money and a good breakfast. I set forth to walk, but found it would be a long distance. I inquired of a police officer the rovite—showing him the scud. "Then I Jean* that Julian VaridercliThe was outtaial for a murder committed by some pers. in a diStaart spot at the moment he was speaking to me in Hanway-street. I became frantic. I told my story to the officer, who condeleted me hither that I might serve my benefactor." A marrnturous wave agi-tabed the (lamelycrowded court.. It Ntia:-. suoceeded by a profound hush. A shiver passed over the hau;ghty and silent victim, and the pallor of his face waxed deadlier still. The Judge on the bench sat thrilled by the terrible drama. "Prisoner at the bar," commenced his LardabiTh— But the six feet of splendid anatomy had surayed backwards into the arms of the warder —bite insensible to the voice of victory or the ehock of doom.  though I-atlll did nut detail my fresh prospects to her, as I was yet unaware what measure of succeAss would wait on them. Suddenly Doris exclaimed that she had forgotten te 'post a note to her modiste in Newman-street; it was important, for it concerned a dress which she needed for the ensuing evening. "As it war. not •far off I told her not to fret— that I would take the note and deliver it myself. She followed me on to the stairs where, when half-way down I thought of my coat. Never mind,' said Doris, hastily, don't stop, Julian. You will walk fast. Make haste.' That forgotten note, Hester, saved my life, I suppose, for in Hanway-street I met Rudovsky, and— the rest you know. I hurried back from Newman-street, you may be sure. At a quarter past ten I bade Doris good-night, she bringing in my overcoat." "And then---" "I came home." "Well, why conceal all this "You silly girl, I could not have my wife's name mixed up with this tsg,raoeful--" "Why you are married!' "I had promised my wife to keep that fact a secret." Hester hlazed up. "Her place was beside you! You have been a fool!" " Perhaps it appears so," rejoined Julian, stung by the first sentence. "All the same, dear, I'm going to clear up the little mystery about my coat!"