Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1912-08-31 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORTHERN AUTHORS.  The Rev. Conrad Law soga pa,seed up the village street unconscious of the three pair of eyes that Nve.te watchring him. He lifted the latch of the little garden gate, for he caught sight of a fare seated at a table near the open window, and he raised his hat. By the time the gabe was latched, the door was opened by some one from within, and the Rev. °mead Lawson passed in out ot  sight. The three women wore too 4>eiaehllesF to speak for some seconds. 'rhea one found her tongue.  "is. an' I'll tell you something. I went up for t' milk myself last night, an my neighbour was neary heart-broken, and she Wiled me t' cause oat in a big secret, so you. moat say owt about it. But a load of coal. an' instead ov jest tipping 'em up, it seems a month ago, John Thomas lied brought he'd carried them in for the new arrival.. I recoil new't on 'im myself; he tries to be a cut above t' rest ov lads. But, however, there'd been some magazines laid on a table, an' he'd noticed 'ern, an' she said, as she had done with them, he could hey' them, an' he could hey' t' newspaper at she got at morning, at newt when she'd finielaed with it; and' A' stead ov him eayin; at he'd rather not have it, an' showing her at sta.rt off that he wasn't pain' to be led on, he'd seemed pleased; an' had gone irvery neat for these papers when his mother was in't back kitchen weehing up her milk cans, an' she kept wondering where he got 'em. Thee if she didn't spy him goin' through that big gate at goes to the back door one night. An' she watched an' watched for ton minutes, and then she saw 11 im corn in' out again.; an' when she asked him what bed been there for, he said, as she rave him this paper ivvery meet. An' there he'd 'been goin' donned up, an' his hair all brushed, right fancy like, WiV a partin' down t' middle, an' his poer owd mother's nearly heart brokkee To thank 'at her only lad 9hollld have been deceiving her Like that, an' goin' after a widder. But she's te,lled him that he shan't hey a peiNly or her money when she dies if he looks again on't side ov t' road that she live on But she says the worst ov it is he won't talk about her; hi fact. he nivver speaks when she mentions it, an' she's sadly frightened at he's got to think a lot about. her. ten' no doubt she's heard at he'll have a bit ov brass when his mother's done wiv it, an' she'll hay led him on Pm sure it's a good thing at we've 311 husbands at we can trust, for you nivere know the end ov tekin' a stranger like than into your midst Bet now you won't say a word bout this until you hear ont agekre for John Thomas' mother would be eerily put out to think I've belled anybody." "We'll, I'm sorry for the poor owd mother, ern't you? I should like to know where the stranger cornee from. T tell you she wouldn't stop in% house as ehe dew, if there easn't sornethin" at back OV it. I sliouldn't sirrpris)ed if she isn't hiding for sumthie' die's done. Mebbe she's had 9OrtnOthill' to do with that murder in Lyndon, that at Thompson's drapery traveller was tellin' us about last time he .was reeend--ehe's just about had time to give her bowie up M Lundon an' get settled here. What cio 7ani eay, Ars Smith r And Mr Orecer, tired of standing, turned up a soap box which she had beet unpacking, end Remt.,,i herself thereon. "Well. I think :she looks too harmless to have had cevt, to do with any murder. She might"—and here Mrs Smith tool: on a hei.sttatirer tone—" be a sufferjet, an' have thrown Foreethie at one ov't Prime Ministers, an' then run away after it. I've sometimes heard Ben tell about 'em after he's been reading I' newspaper."  Mrs Brown 3Sid "h& s not ODA ov them by what I can 900. She'll none throw owt at onny man, she'll more like try to draw 'ern tiv her: nobbut look at Panlon an' John Thomas! But, bowivvea, I mun go. I'il just take a pound ov soap an' a quarter ov toa, an' then you can't say as I've takenx rrn all this time an' boug,ht nowt"  r=g Aza=. tz, 6ct BY II 'l°‘ - _ O.O.IDPP