Bridlington and Quay Gazette. — 1880-01-03 (Bridlington, Humberside, England)

LIVERPOOL.— is I'll thrash you within an inch of your life r The youth Patrick Kelly was again before the "Never mind Dick," said Lisaa'a voice. "Is that Liverpool Stipendiary Magistrate on Monday, 'you Hal? Come Dick, no harm is done after charged with the murder of his cousin, a girl all." . named Bridget Gibbons, 16 years of age. The "Confound it," went on Disk, struggling with the ropes, the card-board, and the prickly holly, of all prisoner, a slimly built youth, about five feet in height, when placed in the dock exhibited of which there appeared an avalanche upon them. that " Did ever you know of such a stupid trick. Get unconcerned demeanour which has characterised me a knife, boy—well, this exceeds everything!" him since his apprehension, seeming not in the But now the farmer, alarmed also at their delay, least to realise his serious position. 111 answer arrived, and with a good tempered laugh at the to his Worship, he said he was 17 years of ago, accident proceeded with his big knife to cut through and was not aware of what he was charged with the ropes of Mauler Hal's arch, and clear away the but expressed no surprise when informed by the debris amid such pleasant jokes and kindly talk, magistrates that he wea'charged with killing the that Richard Horton was forced by shame to smooth girl. The off ce en , ,it will be remembered, was his ruffled brow. Then Mr. Horton came to the d lifting Lissa out, kissed her eommitted on Christmas night, the prisoner carriage. door, an Laving stabbed the deceased with a table knife, as he did so. cheek with the greatest affection .d ~ the wound extending from the ear to the " Welcome home, my dear,, 'he sai , thrift welcome," (this was with another kiss.) " Hal was jugular vein, and causing almost instant death. determined to give you a surprise, you see," he The prisoner, who had now nothing to say, was added smiling. "Well, well, the boy did it out of committed to the Assizes for trial on the capital his love for you, my dear, go you mustn't scold chargb. him." " Of course not dear uncle," answered Liesa, and when the farmer heard her voice he looked in her face, and somehow he sighed as he did no. "Come," he said the next minute, "Master Hal, since you have chosen to do all this mischief, you had better be sharp and undo it as fast as you can —and you come to the house with me my dear," he added to Lions, "and leave the lads and John (this was the coachman) to look after the carriage and luggage.' " Yes uncle," said Lissa, and she put her arm through her uncle's and walked with him up the familiar avenue, through the familiar flower-beds, and into the house that she had lived in since she was a happy little child. The servants came into the hall to speak to her; the cook who had grown grey, stout, and mi., in her aunt and uncle's service, and who had remembered Lissa since she was a lively laughing girl of twelve, looked also into the bride's face as her uncle had done, and sighed too and shook her head as she did so. "I don't like the looks of her," she confided to one of her fellows in the kitchen a few minutes later. "She looks more like a widow than a bride to my mind,—ay, ay, no doubt her heart is buried in young Mr. Tyrell's bloody grave." Such indeed was the general impression in the neighimurhood ; for Lissa Gordon had been a changed woman as everyone knew, since the young Squire was carried a corpse into her uncle's house. Conscious now, however, that remarks would probaldy be made on her appearance on her first return home, Liesa tried to smile, and did speak kindly to everyoue in answer to their welcoming words. But a heavy heart or a light one is hard to bide. Liesa'a lips might smile, but her eyes had a sad far-away look impossible to describe, but which we have all seen in faces showing outwardly in faint reflection the grief or oars that lurks below. "And you had a nice journey my dear ?" said the farmer bustling about, and offering his niece (now his daughter-in-law) wine and other refreshments. "Yes the weather was so floe," answered LAMM ; and then after a few more words she asked leave to retire to her own room. "I'm a little tired," she said, but she felt in fact that she could scarcely any longer control the choking emotions that were swelling in her  kalgine