The Kenilworth Advertiser. — 1898-06-11 (Kenilworth, Warwickshire, England)

PAIX.  their homes in the Old Country have brought with them the fancies of the New. The club is, moreover, this year on its mettle, for has not the Automobile Club arranged with electric coaches that threaten to do away with all the pleasure of handling the ribbons? The gentlemen with the white top hats and the Newmarket overcoats scorn the thought of turning a wheel or pulling a lever, though the journey may be made smoothly and evenly, and there is not the smallest danger of a smell. It is just the need of delicate negotiation that makes the joy of the drive, they say, and with • fine old-crusted love of ancient institution; they smack their whips, and cry: "Fie on the new shaftless Car!"  The sensational murder trial has ended, and Walter Horsforcl, the bright-eyed, honest-looking young farmer—only twenty-four years of age—is now a condemned convict. The evidence appeared Irresistible, and yet the very transparency of the prisoner's actions—that were linked together to prove his guilt—raised a doubt in many minds—they were so unlike a murderer's stealthy, secretive ways. The prisoner bought a Quantity of strychnine, enough to poison twenty people, bought it in the town where everyone knew him, signed his name to. the purchase, and even took a friend, another farmer, to attest the proceeding. Next there was a letter admittedly in his handwriting to the woman regarding her supposed troubl• ; and next the evidence that the woman had died from taking strychnine, in the form of a powder, contained is a paper bearing the words "Take in a little water, 'tis quite harmless." The writing was attested by experts as in the same handwriting as the letter. Any one who had any common sense could tell that all these facts must  inevitably come out. Honsroito, vox Sr. Nona and it seemed increPoison's. dible that a man with any intelligence should thus give hostage of his life. Moreover, the motive was small. He had bad a liaison with the woman, but his young wife seems to have been aware of the fact; it was before marriage, It had apparently been overlooked by his wife; and there is no suggestion that the woman intended to persecute him. There was the fear of an unwelcome child; but that was a small motive to stir a man to auch a horrible crime. Still the circumstances fitted together with precision, and no sort of explanation was offered by the defence. The summing up was entirely against the prisoner: and the jury @hewed that they were solely guided by it in specially thanking the judge for his help. "John Oliver Hobbes," otherwise Mrs. Craigie, the novelist, has sprung into fame as a dramatist with a single bound. It is true that she had written a small comedy before "The Ambassador" was presented at St. James's Theatre, but no one had an Idea that it was the prelude to a work which even a few days' run has established a success. The comedy has its principal attraction in the engagement brought about between  the Ambassador, whose part is taken by Mr. George Alexander, and Juliet, Miss Fay Davies, the winsome actress, who won so much distinction in Mr. Alexander's play, "The Princess and the Butterfly," a few months ago. On the first night Mrs. Craigie was twice called before the curtain. Unlike many literary ladies whose cleverness seems to obscure their beauty, she has a very charming personality— is, in fact, beautiful, with a quiet beauty of thoughtfulness, blended with vivacity of expression. The weather smiled propitiously on the Eton festivities of June 4th. There was a big crowd of fashionable people to witness the departure and return of the ten boats, led by the ten-oared Monarch, of which the captain of the boats took command. But most interesting was the crew of old captains, dating from the yeses 1884 to 1897.  AT THA ETON  who. echoing Tom Hood's lament, limbed eiese the school with some regret that they could never be boys there again. Dinner was provided in the meadow facing Surly Hall, and the boats having returned, the usual evening festivities were gone through. *reworks, of course, being a feature. A graceful tribute to the memory of Mr. Gladstone was paid in a poem, delivered betareen the orelicso.  ~,„. , Jenne Maktxr, M.P.  . _ \‘.ol, . Ay ;.  igE ..... b-_—,.--;-, • , f IV1%, .4,g,___l _,.. 1 t *llll 141" f/i D 1: 4-:., r..., A 1 .:........,,,.). -,„7 41 • ...' . 4 , f lb • At' ilia : ... . .--,- ... 41' . • ; • _ _  "Tax