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Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1904-02-13 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

WEEKLY GAZETTE.  blood. What if my father eame? What if he were caught and tried as a would-be murderer? I could not bear that. would rather die." A sudden keen kok came into her faca as an idea flashed through her mind. "The house is empty," she said, "so why not sot fire to it ourselves, that when they return they may think I have been burnt, and so believe me dead? Then', we czn make our own investigations without those implioated fearing we are on their track. I should love to watch this hateful building crumbling to the ground. There is nothing mom exciting than a fire, and it oan do no harm as there are no houses in sight, and nothing around ter the fhAlles to destroy. If wanderers on the moutains see a great blaze they will only think it is a bonfire, and to everyone. save yourself, Alice Godwin will lie buried under her funeral pile. But first you must search every corner to make sure there is no living thing within—either oat, or dog, or human being." He fell in with her wishes, for it struck him as a good suggestion. Cert-inly if these people believed Aliee to be dead, they would be less an their guard; and he liked to think of their returning to find the house a wreck.. Having once more investigated the rooms, he and Alice prepared theanselvek. for the exciting task. She was as delighted at the idea as any child about to enjoy a display of fireworks. It quite amused him be watch her enthusiasm, bringing a touch of light comedy into what was really a deeply tragic day. He began to forget all the horrors that were pest, as he warmed to the work at hand. To fire a house seemed a strange proceeding certainly, especially to these strangers in a strange land, dealing with the property of others. It did not take long to set the inflammable materials blazing furiously in the lower rooms, and, mounting to the upper storey, they glowed with the cruel light of vengeance, cracking windows and splintering rafters. The watchers stood well bark in the garden, Alice nestling in the protecticn of her lover's arm, enthralled at the lurid sight, as one who sees a drama enacted for the first time. She felt that to the end of her days she would never forget that marvellous burning which was originally intended to char her poor body peat recognition, and consume it in the cleansing fires of eternal forgetfulness. She watched the red light creeping to her window, where the broken glass testified to her very recent impriscnment, remembering the intense relief when first she saw a human face gazing up intently from the garden path below. "How do you feel?" he whispered with love-like anxiety to learn her passing mood. "It seems to do me rxxl," she answered.  "to see that hateful place alight. With such a history it could have brought no good to people's lives, so much that is awful must have been thought out within those walls."
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1904-03-26 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

SYNOPSIS.  Sir John Godwin, a wealthy widower. has sent. his daughter Alice to a foreign school, where she has remained for years. She has grown up to be a beautiful and accomplhhed girl of eighteen, but her father still seems to ignore her existence. Alice, however, find i . an admirer in an Englishman staying n the neighbourhood of the school, and to him, when ho announces that he is called to return home, she entrusts the manuscript of a book she has written. The work is published, and proves a great success. One effect of this is that Sir John, with natural pride in his daughter, is eager for her at last to take her proper place in the household. Sir John's housekeeper, however, dreads the effect of her coming, and devisee a scheme for getting rid of the girl. The arrangements being left to her, she sends as maid to bring kik* Godwin home a woman named Grainger, with instructions upon which she is to act. Grainger induces Alioe by. a false tale to alight at a wayside station in France, on the way home, and, with an accomplice, lines her to a lonely house, where she is left to starve. Happily, Alioe's lover has followed her unperceived, having seen her departure from the school. and having suspicions of the character of her companion, and he now rescues her from the fate intended. They find preparations have been made for Lurnng the house down, and at Alice's -suggestion her lover, who now tells her his name is Arthur Devon, seta it on fire, so that the would-be murderms may suppose their end accomplished. Suddenly., at an upper window, appears the face of Grainger 's accomplice. Devon makes a desperate effort to rescue him, but fails. Alice reaches England, and Devon takes her to the house of a Mrs Cavendish, who receives her warmly. Alice hesitates about going to her father's. not knowing whether he is concerned in the evident plot against her. At last she goes, in a make-up provided by Mrs Cavendish, as an applicant for a place as maid. On reaching the house she is told that Mrs Croft, the housekeeper, in absent, and is asked to await her return. Mrs Croft engages her at once, and on leaving the house Stir John notioes her in the hail, and with a cry falls forward upon her shoulders. Having discovered that her father is innocent of blame, Alice goes down to Beerneade with Sir John's family to spy upon Mr e Croft. She finds Grainger %tablished there secretly in the haunted tower, and supplied with food by the housekeeper. Deternunod to make the wretch suffer, Alice appears to Grainger as the ghoet of herself, with the remit th.a.t the woman is struck down with brain fever. Next day, Mns Croft lures Sir John to propoce to her, as she hopee, but Alice overhea.re their conversatien, and discovers that her father is nos a widower as was eupposed.
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1904-03-05 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORTHERN WEEKLY GAZETTE.  ette, and hearing a faint murmur of voices, and exclamations of distress and surprise, every now and then proceeding from the arbour. It was impossible for him to see its two occupants an he paced up and down the laurel walk behind it, and he scarcely noticed one or two other people who presently entered the garden from a door leading into another street from behind the hotel. They had nothing to do, he thought, with the case which was absorbing his attention just then, and therefore they were of no partkadar interest to him. His thoughts went bark to the past---to his first Love for Evelyn Hardacre and his loneliness and despair when She left him in order to go to Beeolesford, in response to her relations' invitation that she should live with them and receive the fortune that had been left her by her great uncle. Again he saw hinaelf a solitary bachelor, turning from his meagre slipper of bread and cheese and ale to sink into an asmehair by the fire, and saying to himself miserably, "I'm MOTO unafortunate than most people! The stars in their courses fight against me." And he remembered that he could see nothing else in earth or sky or air but Evelyn, or realise anything but the one fact that she was gone, and that without her, it was an empty world —a gruesome, lonely, devastating desert; a howling wilderness. And then, following all that woe, came another memory of the little flutter in the air, the swish of trailing .skirts, two little hands in his, a dear face touchiang his awn, and suddenly the whole world full for him of love and Evelyn. She had returned, and soon, as man and wife, they crossed the seas to a new life in a new world, every day their Love for each other widening and deepening, streag-,thernang and increasing, until now when, having recrossed the ocean, they were once more in England, more united in heart and soul and mind than ever before.  How they limed owl other! They trembled sometimes lest sueh love as theirs could not last their whole lives. If one should survive the other, how could that be borne? Supposing, for one little instant, that he lost Evelyn, that Death., the grim destroyer, swept down upon his one treasure, his lovely darldng—" Bang! Bang! Two shots rang through the air dose by him.  A srrea.m from the arbour and a aloud of smoke hankzing over it, denoted the some of the tragedy, and brought him. like a madman, to the spot, just in time to see a revolver dropping from the stranaer's hrand as she turned to gras? 14;velyn, who had fallen forward across the wooden table before the seat, her face hidden upon it.  "Murder! Murder!" he earid, running up be his wife to match her from her nimilant's hold. " Murder!"  The ghastly cry echoed and reechr.ed round the garden, bringing many from all directions to the spot.  (To be oontinued.)
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1906-05-19 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORTHERN WEEKLY GAZETTE.  petered into the other's, twitched on his kips. "I'm not here to watch your antics, or listen to your fairy, tales," said Scott. "I've come here to clAini my property. If you won't give it up, say so, and I shall know what to ao. the m,o.g smile  "The law—eh, my friend? You would go to law? You thief--"  "Stop that," said Seortt. "I've had enough of your lip. Are you going to hand over the 'Stella' stone, or are you not?" "That," said the Jew, with a sudden change of tone, "is for you to decide." "Well, I've decided. I've brought you the money, haven't I, including your infamous thirty per cent."  "That I acknowledge; I have the notes." "Then what's the argument ?" "If I give you the Stella ' which you stole from me, I shall give up another stone—that you stole also." "You mean—"  "This." The Jew opened his hand and showed two diamonds, rough stones both and of a deep shade of blue. "The 'Stella '" he touched the larger, finer stone. "And this the diamond you stole from the Gouda Mine-7the diamond Luke Fisher brought to me six years ago, the diamond for which Anne Basset went to prison and which will prove her innocence and your' guilt; the diamond," he laughed shrilly,'" which I named The Vault of Heaven!'"  The millionaire fell back against the wall clutching at his collar. It had come, the blow that he had dreaded, the blow he had striven to avert. He felt a sudden personal hatred to the stone. For its sake he had sold his soul, murdered his friend, betrayed his trust; and still th? stone shone on, calm and immovable, fixed as the stars, serene as the blue vault of Heaven! He staggered forward, gripping the table with his hands. The sweat stood in groat beads on his face, his mouth was:all twitoh, but through his bodily distress, his mental anguish, the iron will of the man made itself felt.  "So long as you hold the 'Stella,' so long you will hold the other also. Is that it?"  "I do not say so. I tell you this, if I give up the ' Stella ' I give up the • Vault of Heaven.' The Jew played with the big man remorselessly, thinking to break. down his resistance. But Scott had plenty of fight yet. "Well," said the Jew, 'twill you take the ' Stella ' or keep your reputation, the reputation of a rising politician, a great linanoier—a millionaire? Choose," he said mocking, "choose!"  "I take the ' Stella,' " he said, slowly, and his hand closed upon the diamond, "do your worst !"  (To be continued.)  I regret to say, Mrs Rafferty, that your husband cannot last over to-toorrow!" " °eh! an' the fish boo-utle ov medicine ,as come this morning was to last him till Thursday. Hadn't I better give him it all to-clay, as he won't be able to take any the day. afther?"  . - -1 - : 1.-- ~,,:ii:;,,,i, 0. ~,,) ~..1- .•_._.,- ~.., ... .' --, . ......._ ..,:itt....... _ c• # ' -'` ' ), / ~ ~,,, I --?. /, . 7, 7 - ;...1.. ~.....,//i . / ... . " .. 1 . l' -,f
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1906-06-23 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

ODE-±aL, camemaer-k  "Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place Pnd rest awhile." So said Christ to His Apostles when the pressure of a fluctuating, wondering, and expectant multitude rendered it necessary that the little band should recover their tone and spirits by a brief period of rest and solitude. The strange incidents which immediately followed this journey make a et apter unparalleled in the world's history from the time of Christ to the present day, and the events are recorded in a striking fashion in "Dean Farrar's Life of Christ," published by Cassell and Co. From that interesting volume the following is taken :—" To the south of Bethsaida Julias was the green and narrow plain of El Batihah, which, like the hills that close it round, was uninhabited then as now. Bitherwa.rd the little vessel steered its course, with its freight of weary and saddened hearts which sought repose. But private as the departure had been, it had not passed unobserved. It i; but six miles by sea from Capernaum to the retired strand which was their destination. The little vessel, evidently retarded by unfavourable winds, made its way slowly at no great distance from the shore, and by the time it reached its destination, the object which their Master's kindness nd desired for His Apostles was completely frustrated. Sortie of the multitude had outrun the vessel, and were thronging about the landingplace when the prow touched the pebbly beach; while in the distance were seen the thronging groups of Passover pilgrims, who were attracted out of their course by the increasing celebrity of this Unknown Prophet. Jesus was touched with compassion for them, because they were as sheep not having a shepherd. We may conjecture from St. John that on reaching the land He and His disciples climbed the hillside, and there waited a short time till the multitude had assembled. Then descending among them He taught them many things, preaching to them of the kingdom ol Heaven, and healing their sick.  char which in His temple of the night seemed to lift Him nearer to God. The ,murder of His beloved forerunner brought home to His soul more nearly the thought of death; nor was He deceived by this brief blaze of a false-founded popularity, which on the next day He meant to quench. The storm which now began to sweep over the barren hills; the winds that rushed howling down the ravines; the lake before Him buffeted into tempestuous foam; the little boat which—as the moonlight struggled through the rifted clouds— He saw tossing beneath Him on the labouring waves, v:ere all too sure an emblem of the altered aspects of His earthly life. But there on the desolate hill-top in that night of storm, He could gain strength and peace unspeakable; for there He was alone with God. And so over that figure bowed in lonely prayer upon the hills, and over those toilers upon the troubled lake, the darkness fell and the great winds blew.  0 * 9
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1906-06-23 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THE CROSS-EYED GIRL.  "Here was I, placed in as serious a position as ever any captain of a ship could be. I had a valuable ship and cargo, two lady passengers, and their maid, under may charge, and the cause of all my troubles was a refractory crew, who threatened at any moment, on the slightest provoeation, to break into open mutiny, and take charge of the vessel. I might have quelled their mutinous conduct by clapping the irons on the leaders, a course I should have taken. "On the previous day I had called the crew aft and endeavoured to lay before them the serioun penalty to which they laid themselves open, at the same time asking them to take my advice and turn to, giving them my wt:rd that any grievance they *night have should be speedily remedied In fact, I did my uttermost to conciliate them, but in the end they absolutely refused to get the anchor up, and also refused to tell me what the bother was abont,  "I had what some men a mixed crew; yet, strange as it may appear, and quite contrary to shat I had ever known before, they stuck togethei as one man and one nationality.  " I confess, that as I stood gazing down at the hlue, calm water; with the sun just beginning to show its golden head above the horizan, I fell strange and uneasy as to what the day might bring forth; knowing full well that at any mcment the embers which for days had been smouldering might break out, and perhaps eaus,bloodshed. _ . .  " I had interviewed the only two Britishers amongst them—an Irishman and Englishman— and, after questioning them closely, I found out that like the rest they were in the job, and that I could not trust them.  "It was now two days since we came to an anchorage on a barren part of the coast, some 100 miles west of Cape Town, and as yet I saw no hopes of persuading the men to lift the anchor. "It was xery little use talking the matter over with my two mates. The chief, being a very quiet man, was half frightened to death by the crew's action, and somehow he had got it into his head that the men would murder the officers and rey&elf, and run off with the ship. "Poor fellow, he was a most pitiable sight to see; he simpered, and went about much as a child would do if they were surrounded by a set of ferocious wild beasts. _ _  "I tried to get him into the shape of a man, but he only whined the more, and I saw there was no reliance to be placed in him if it came to a fight with the crew. "The second, I had very grave doubts whether he was not in league with the men, and although he was a brave chap, I thought it prudent to _keep my own ectinsel and not trust him.  "ThThe steward, cook, and carpenter were men who had sailed with me several voyages, and I knew I could place reliance on them should l  need assistance  _ "As the sun roso higher and higher, and tho sky became a mantle of gold, I taxed my brain to the uttermost to find a way out of the difficulty, but no real practical plan presented itself to my n-,ind.  "There was one thing, however, which I intended to get to the bottom of, and that was to find out* if possible* the muse of the trouble,
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1906-02-24 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

ABOUT NATURE. Most writers on Nature, st ite Nature in every form., is good_ merciful and kind, and is full of beauty and harmony. But is this true? Animals, birds, and even plants and insects, are decidedly cruel. They depend upon tde le power ful of thecir tribe for food, and to satisfy this craving, " murder" is, committed among them. Take as an instance—the lion who will lurk about and cruelly tear to pieces any animal that oomes in its way. Notice a eat, playing for—perhaps—half-an-bour torturing a poor mouse or bird and then eventually makins a feast of it. Nature, it will thus he seen, is heartlessly cruel. Nothing suits a dog better than hunting hares, rats, or rabbitte—with no other idea than to take life. A spider will rejoice at killing and devouring a fly. A bird will look to the spider for foi(xl; a cat will then devour the bird. Yet we are told Nature is good and merciful. Some plants cannot be grown together properly in one pot, for one will destroy the other. To sum the matter up in a nutshell ell Nature from Man down to the lowest form of animal life depends upon something inferior to itself to supply it with food. Some writers are inolined to think that animals and birds o not feel pain so keenly as a human being. It is difficult to obtain direct evidence on the point. Apparently, wasps, flies, and several insects are not very sensible to pain, as if they have a leg pulled off, or axe cut in two they will, in many cases, still continue to go on feeding, as if nothing serious had happened. It is conjectured, however, that the lower order of animals feel pain almost as keenly as men himself, therefore the way they usually meet their death shows Nature is cruel. Even in the sea there is no exception, for big fish are constantly preying upon smaller ones. Battles are going on elnotn gat submarine creatures, w'hich are quite as deadly in their way, as the skirmishes of the inhabitants of the for. Even man himself—the highest order of beings— is cruel and brutish. He delights in hunting, fishing, shooting, and all sports that inflict cruelty. Man is by nature a cruel animal. It is implanted in him. The average person delights in witnessing sensational events, where another fellow creature is risking his neck. The majority of birds are very fierce, and often times will fight to the death. With the insect world it is just the same, and in fact all Nature is engaged in dodging an enemy of some sort. We are told that man should live in harmony with Nature, and he can thus have health happiness. That's all very well. If human beings followed up this example of Nature, what would they become? We cannot get away from the fact that Nature is cruel, and its motto is "the most powerful first, and the devil take the hindmost." (Original).—Hugh W. Cook, 10, Birdsall-road, Rehear.  IN
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1906-09-29 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

MURDER WILL OUT.  "I beg your pardon! Dash me 1 I didn't think what I was saying!" he Ehouted, as she ran out with a laush.  In the interest of our readers we add the following from the " Hurfield Times" of two years alter:—  "We had thought, when we, some two years sgo, called our readers' attention to what we suppcised then to be the final disclosure of the `Twillingion Mystery,' that we had for ever done with that wonderful case; but, we were wrong in our conclusions. Now we are able to give to our readers the key to one part of this peculiar case: Though not having any direct connection with it, indirectly it played a great part.  "AA the time of the trial of Dareey Dalville, Esq., and Mr S. Pembroke for murder, one thing was plain to everyone—viz., that a murder had been committed; and for long it was supposed the trunk of the young man's body found in the swanip in .Hazelton Park was that of the young gentleman, Mr. F. .Hollerstone; such, however, it will be remembered, was Proved not to be the case. It will alzo be recollected by out various readers, the peculiar circumstances through and by which the head was discovered.  "It seems, then, that three or four days before the afternoon on which Mr Hollerstone ran away from his cousin in Hazelton Park, a clerk in the bmpIDY of Messrs Wilton and Hurworth, of Manchester, was entrusted with the sum of six hundred pounds to bank. He left the nffice with this sum, but was never heard of again; there was every reason at that time for supposing that he had escaped to Spain..  "Without going minutely into the young -man's history, it seems that Mr Carter, the clerk in question, was in receipt of a good salary, and unmarried. His business qualifications were good, but his life seems not to have been an exemplary one; his evenings often were spent amongst the demi-Monde. Probably he left the office on that particular 'afternoon with the full intention of honestly banking "the sum entrusted to his care. It seems from the confession of Alice Vinter, who died in • one of the Newcastle hospitals the' day before: yesterday, that she met him on his way to the bank, and persuaded him to return home with her, which he, did. Without noting how the next two days were spent, it became known amongst her fallen sisters, and from those spread to others; that Carter was staying with Alice Vintcr, and was in possession of a 'large sum of money.  "Carter .and Vinter left the neighbourhood, but, unknown tO them, were followed by two ruffians, who had become aware of Carter's defalcations and his present possession.' They followed them to HUrfield: Carter and Vinter were on their way to Hull, with the intention, of embarking for 11011 land. Whilst sitting in Hazelton Park' the guilty couple, or- rather Carter, was attacked and .eventually murdered by these two men who had followed,tbern. Vinter ran away, leaving them with the bPitly: She-gave the names of the two men, and they are now under arrest."