The Birkenhead News and Wirral General Advertiser. — 1890-06-28 (Birkenhead, Merseyside, England)

BEATRICE CHESTER  OR, WOMAN'S FORESIGHT.  MAMIE LiTr. At OTHER •ND SO?.  TRW had gone patiently through the whole cue at Coventry; and every aucoeeding Witaleell had contributed something to build up the edifice of damning evidence against Sit Wentworth Coventry. The court was crowded from floor to ceiling. It was a novel sight to see a baronet amused of murder, sr something very near it, and the popular* thronged every available nook and corner accordingly, anti stood outside in a dense crowd, far away sorosp the marketplace, discussing in eager groups the various rumours that reached them from time to time. They had examined every one who had been in or near the fatal wood on the day of the murder. Miss Chester had sworn to parting with Sir Wentworth an hour before the boy Hathaway bad met him. Miss Gordon swore to patting with Considine at a similar Lime. Then cisme Hathaway's evidence, and then the story of the glove. Still the one thing wanted—a clear and definite motive for the crime—had not yet been elicited. Only hints had oozed out—a name stolen hy fraud, a great inheritance filched from its riglitful possessors, and the like—and so the prisoner was remanded for a week, and hail was refused.  Then that which ingenuity had failed to do, Nature brought to pass; for a piercing shriek rang through tbe room, and • woman, dressed in black, whom we have known only as Madam F—, made her way through the crowd, and before any one oould stop her, had flung her arms round the prisoner's neck, exclaim. mg passionately in French—" Oh, Valentin! oh, my son! we hive met at last !"  All tihr entworth's fashionable indifference grin way at once with a passionate impulse akin to hers who sprang towards him; he exclaimed: "My mother !" and strained her eagerly to his breast. There was • dead silence in the court—a silence such as follows when, in some great murder ease, on which the interest of a victim is hanging, the foreman of the jury has come forward to declare the verdict; for truly the verdict in the ewe of Wentworth v. Considine was being silently given now. There were tears in many an eye that had not went for year:, and many a cleai manly voice wall choked by sobs at that touching scene. No one attempted to part those two. The magistrates and officers felt that the meeting woe too sacred for them to interfere with, and the lawyers knew that the strongest motive for the deed was suggeetc O. by the sypeai eras Sem beimpoille is Aura  Few noticed a dark mac, mach marked with the small-pow, standing in a corner of the court, and none knew hire, as we know him, to be the Chief of the Knave of Hearts. He had watched tbe are with the closest attention, and at times a mareastie smile played along his lips. But when the woman we have described sprang into Sir Wentworth's arms, and, bolding him there, gazed round upon the court with a look that seemed to tony that none would part thorn, then his countenance changed. Be became deadly pale; his limbs shook beneath him; and that brave, strong man, who had done deeds that the boldest might well -have quailed at, trembled like ohikl.  .. "Oh, Heaven, II is my son 1" he muttered and hurried way.