The Northern Guardian. — 1892-03-16 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER LVIII.  Tits; it was all true. Poor deserted Madam F— had found her eon again. She bad felt sure all slug ever since that night in Lord Lovett's hall, that Si Wentworth Coventry and he were one. The avewll would bave heen hie ruin, and so she was silent. ' w, when all were turning away from him, ratting m villain, murderer, she alone stood beside hilm, A believed him innocent.  * * * * * * It was erening. Sir Wentworth (for he will itill be called by that name) was Bitting alono in the cell wllere he was to pass the neat week. His mother had left him for s shore time, when tho door opened, and Jta Chief entered  Thi re was no trace of the old pride of ?earirl• his face 63 he advanced towards tho prison ir, Sle Wentworth looked up with no plfasant expression his face when .he Eau who it was. and burst cut indignantly— " Wall I hope you are "stilled now, Lucite. Yon we whet your plots have brought. me to." Lucan dropped on his knees be3ide t be chair on whivh the young man was Bitting, and covering bus Nee with hie hands, groaned aloud. ••Wllat, you think you have gone too far, do. you t" Sir Wentworth went on, brutally. "Don't be a taol!" "Oh. do not speak to me in that way!" n.is tho reply, in so agonised a tone that the angry vo'co it,ls eilent perforce. After a pame he continued " Do you remember. eome.yeors ago. Wenheoelli. little garret in Paris, high up near St Gt noviex which you could see all across the roofs cf gre:it city; and beyond, the windmills of Montmartre ?'' "Oh, yes. I renumber !" " And do yo a remember your mother, itnd how proud she was of you, and called you her little prince?'  she was here just now—will be here agsfa before long." " And do you remember your father tit all r "No. I only recollect my mo'her nerd t, re;) often, and gay she thought he was dead. 1 never saw him but once, and then my mother and he ha& a quarrel. and he struck her on the lips, so that I..** handkerchief _was all red with blood."  Lucan bid his face again, and groaned. "Arid do you remember afterwards, alien you were the cleverest and the handsomest of the Seine boatmen; how one gentleman always selected you in prefr;eneo to others; and, when he saw bow clever you were, nad you educated, and said he'd make a genfietur.n of you ?" "Ali to my cost I remember that ! Th,it wn beginning of all my troubles. Had I gone on as I beean, I should be happy now—not what I am. 01r, that dear, dear river, and my jolly boat, and Inv g:ly iriends and my beautiful Paris, would that I had never left you!" And hero it was the poor prisoner's turn to weep. "Well," Lucan went on, "I was that man, as ye., know. I led you away from your trade, and you all I ought not to have taught you--more shun to me. But one thing I did not know. Believe that el any rate." " What am I to believe ?"  " Tbat I never knew till to-day, that the son w1.,0nl uFed to play with in that Parisian garret wa.4 81 ill alive."  There was a dead silence for a minute, and then Sir Wentworth said: "And I am he  An hour after, as Luean left the gaol, two 'men came forward, and one said, in French, "1 arrest you." Liman made no attempt at escape. He knew tint the keenest officer in France was then before him, :IA that he had been tracked down in a way that no faturo turnings and twietings could elude—that in a in Paris all bis misdeeds were duly registered in it large folio 'volume; so be stood still, and lookt.d thci officer in the face.  Then be drew a pistol from he breagf pocket. Tit another moment the Chief was 4ing dead nom the ground, and Madam F—, who was cooling back the gaol to bid her eon good night, wee bending Over him and crv;ng, in a broken voice: "Reginald— sny husbond