The Cotton Factory Times. — 1898-09-16 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

DEATH.  Although our heroine, under compulsion, had promised her stepmother not to divulge to auyone the fact that she had been entrapped with the avowed object of forcing her to marry Oliver Denison, she decided that for her cousin's sake, she must let Tom Biggs know that the man he had been seeking was iii London. Pressed by the detective, she described the house and the street in which it was situated, but declared that she did not know the name of the street nor the exact locality. Such vague information was scarcely worth a special journey to the metropolis, and the detective would probably have hesitated before undertaking it had not Jack Spencer been eager to avenge his father's murder. Jack did not possess the compunction of his cousin against handing over a fellow creature to the gallows, and urged Biggs to do all in his power to secure the arrest of Oliver Denison, promising the detective £l.OO if he succeeded.  A fortnight had elapsed after Mrs. Spencer's flight when Tom Biggs arrived in London. Placing himself in communication with the Scotland Yard authorities, he was chagrined to learn that the man he wished to capture had narrowly escaped falling into the hands of a metropolitan sergeant. A sharp lookout had since been kept on all lodginghouses and other likely haunts of the man wanted, wl.o, it was strongly suspected, must be short of money, but so far without result. One afternoon the detective was walking slowly through Hyde Park, and, without seeming to do so, was looking at the loafers lying on the grass or lounging on the benches, telling himself that as he had been in London a week, and had not obtained the faintest clue to the man he sought, it was useless staying any longer, when a remark he chanced to overhear when passing a couple of Street arabs caused him to stop, under the pretence of lighting his pipe. The conversation he beard was as follows:  "What's become of that little ginger chap? Him as had a wig? He was one of the daringest snatchers I ever see'd. Why, he'd hook off a pair of boots and walk away with 'em as cool as could be."  " Took his hook to Liverpool. Come home to the doss.crib one day in an awful funk. Said he'd spotted a 'tee from Manchester, and know'd 'twos him the 'tee was after. I put him up to the dodge how to get away, and as lie was a good sort of a cove when he had any browns, I piloted him up Willesden way and saw him safe into a luggage track marked for Liverpool. There he'll stow away on one of the liners, and being such a snipe he may get far enough out to sea before they find him." " Stowed away? I tried that once; never no more, Joe. They spotted me and two more when we'd been out from Queenstown about 12 hours, but as they were carrying the mails they wouldn't turn back. The captain swore we should have a flogging, but that didn't frighten me, and I only laughed at him. That made him awfully waxy, and I had to pay for it before we got to New York. I was set to holystoning the decks, and the third mate kept me hard at it with precious little grub till I thought my arms would drop off. If I stopped to rest a bit a big lubberly sailor would come aldng with a thick rope and give me half a dozen cute, and as my trousers were but dungaree, given me, as they said, to hide my nakedness, you can guess the sort of time I had. No more stowing away for me. What made it worse, they had to bring me back i in. And then I got a month n pod when we  .  Pr Ii ti Ii of It It( cu rt the bre alk flin brii ego fon mas that noti has that didn mak! mem her a W5B who have what keep i "I lived " howl Scrap into tl Of her been ti who to to reoo "10 " Pei anothei whom 1 Frame "Oh, "The of your I warra yourself self sod felony. Mrs. I seemed t "And what thi Pause. "Then "She i " That Shall be I here." "I proi "Then Mr. Fr loading i whom he bring him was excee believe tht lit°oP so I accidental, Yelled thri big condo( notice of be tccompt They foi Wcoth had ailthough Pasted wha .antering th, IMEIng up oo the folio Sovereign, US Matter