The Birkenhead News and Wirral General Advertiser. — 1890-06-28 (Birkenhead, Merseyside, England)

CHAPTER EVIIL JBOTICI.  in; it was all true. Poor deserted Madam S— had found her son .gain. ': She had.felt sure all;aleng ever sines that night in Lord Lovett'e ball, that Sir Wentworth Coventry and he were one. The avowal would have been his nun, and so she was silent. Now, when all were turning away from him, calling him villain, murderer, she alone stood beside him, and believed him innocent. IP • •  It wee evening. Sir Wentworth (for he will still be celled by that name) was sitting alone in the cell where he was to par the next week. His mother had left him for a short time, when the door opened, and the Chief entered  There was no trace of the old pride of bearing on his face as he advanced towards the prisoner. Sir Wentworth leoked up with no pleasant expression on hie face when :he saw who it was, and burst out i ndign antly "Well I hope you are satisfied now, Luean. You see what your plots have brought me to." Lucan dropped on his knees beside the chanion which the young man was sitting, and covering his face with his hands, groaned aloud. "What, you think you have goneloo far, do you!' Sir Wentworth went on, brutally. "Don't be a fool!" "Oh, do not speak to me in that way!" was the reply, in so agonised a tone that the angry voice was silent perforce. After • pause be ciontinued— " Do you remember, some years ago, Wentworth, a little garret in Par* high up near St Genevieve, from which you could see all %crow the roofs of the great city; and beyond, the windmills of Montautrtre ?" "Oh, yes. I remember!" "And do yoa remember your mother, and how proud she was of you, and called you her little prince? "Ye.; Abe was hers just now—will be here again before long." " And do you remember your father at all r No. I only recollect my mother used to weep often, and say she thought be was dead. I never saw him but once, and then my mother and be had a quarrel, and he struck her on the lips, so that her handkerchief was all red with blood."  Luean hid his face again, and groaned. "And do you remember afterwards, when you were the cleverest and the handsomest of the Seine boatmen; how one gentJeman always selected you in preference to others; and, when he saw bow clever you were, bed you educated, and said he'd make a gentleman of you? "Ah to my cost I remember that! That waa the beginning of all my troubles. Had I gone on as I began, I should be happy now—not what I am. Oh, that dear, dear river, and my jolly beat, and my gay friends, and my beautiful Paris, would that I had never left you!" And here it was the poor prisoner's turn to weep. 'Well," Luean went on, "I was that man, as you know. I led you away from your trade, and taught you all I ought not to have taught you—more shame to me. But one thing I did sot know. Believe that at any rate." "What am I to believe?"  "That I never knew till to-day, that the son whom I used to play with in that Parisian garret was kill alive."  There wee a dead silence for a minute, and then Sir Wentworth .aid: "And I am he!" • •  An hour after, as Lunen left the gaol, two men came forward, and one said, in French, "1 arrest you." Lucan made no attempt at escape. He knew that the keenest officer in France was then before him, and that he had been tracked down in away that no future turnings and twittings could elude—that in • bureau in Faris all his misdeeds were duly registered in a large folio volume; so he stood still, and looked the officer in the face.  Then he drew a pistol from his breast pocket. In another moment the Chief was lying dead upon the ground, and Madam F—, who was coming back to the gaol to bid her son good night, was bending over him and crying, in a broken voice: "Reginald—wly husband!"