The Birkenhead News and Wirral General Advertiser. — 1893-02-08 (Birkenhead, Merseyside, England)

JIMILL WELLS. "News of Neil Carnee t" mused Eidiva, ignoring every portion of this stilted letter except the few lines that alluded to Neriesa's false step-father— " News of Aim! lam very sorry for that,. We do not want news of him. And Uncle Jabal is nearer right than he kno'ws when be begs my pardon for mentioning the man's name." The loud striking of the clock caused her to look ark It was eleven o'clock, a whole hour beyond their usual bed-time.  whence we shell immediately for the Unite(' States.  Yes, dear mother, we are certainly coming home at last. How long Lord John Dew might have remained abroad bed net an unforeseen event directed his thoughts homeward, I mince tell. But now he is all impatience to leave this oldest of old worlds for the newest of the new ones. And in that "unforeseen event " to which I have alluded, you and I, dear mother, have a vital interest. - .  I must v-ri--ite very itiurdrcify;e7w, lest by some chance this letter should miss you and fall into other bands.  Dearest mother, can you think of say event happening to our party out here that could so vitally affect the intereata of yourself, your eon, and Lord John Dew, as to muss his lordship ,to hurry4lis return to the United, State*  Thhk where we have bees travelling—over the very same ground travelled more than twenty-five years ago by the eccentric explorer, Prince Alexander of Schwartzenburg and the wretched companion of his flight, Lady John Daw. Now do you guess what I have to tell you' No, I think not. It is this, then: That Lord John Daw has received unquestionable proof that his guilty and unfortunate wife was really murdered by the Bedouins of the Desert, as was first reported, and that the woman carried off and sold into slavery WKS not Lady John Daw, as was afterwards rumoured, but her ladyship's young and beautiful maidservant, Jessie Meadows! Ms lordship has seen this Jesse in Algiers. She is still a fine-look. Mg woman of about forty years of age. She told his lordship the dreadful story of the massacre in the Great Desert; how her master and mistress, with all their attendants, were out to pieces, and how she herself, Jessie Meadows, was the only one spared, and spared only to be taken captive. •  . . She farther informed us that she was purchased by an Algerine merchant and became his wife. She was the mother of many •Wdren, and had no desire to return to her native oolmtry. Mother, dear mother, do you see what all this sitgle the second marriage of Lord John Daw was as lawful in the sight of man as in the sight al the Lord—as lawful as he honestly believed it lo be when he contracted It Be has heard that his second wife (I must write eautiously, you know) had emigrated to the United States, with some relatives, who went first to Washington City and then went to the West He thinks by returning to Washington, he may be able to trace these people to their distant home and find his wife. I long to relieve his anxiety, but must not do so In any direct way. I mast close this letter now, because I must send it by a private hand. A gentleman friend of ours has his yacht in port and sails with the tide at noon. He has kindly consented to take charge of this letter and post it at Marseilles. The regular mail packet does not leave this port until the first of next week. We shall sail by her for Marseille*, and thence by the first ship for the United States. It may be that we shall follow this letter very soon. At all events, we expect to be in Washington City early in the new year. Mother, dear mother, prepare yourself and make up your mind what you will do! Yes prepare yourself for more surprises, and for much that you must forgive. Yet, fear not, for all is well. All is well. And lam always and forever, your loving and devoted son.