The Warwickshire Herald. — 1899-02-02 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

INSP6CTIM I MODFI RAILWAY.  operation in the immediate future. The system is, • ISrilliant invention, end seems to be scientifically correct. It is worked by means of inclined planes, which are automatically brought into existence by lifting up the rails by hydraulic uressure as the carriage passes along them. The hydraulic pressure i pplied by rams acting vertically up the pillars which support the carriage. The carriage rims on a single rail, balancing itself.  Major-General Hunter, who has knit been appointed Governor of Omdurman under Lord Kitchener, who will be Governor-General of the Soudan, w none of Lord Kitchener's right-hand men in all the expeditinna which led up to the reconquest of the Soudan. For his services in this onnection lie was made a K.C.B. when the Soudan Ga:ette was published in November last. For services in the Nile Expedition of 1884-5 he was mentioned in despatches, and received the brevet of major,the Fourth Class of the Osmanieh, and the Third Class of the Medjidieh, as well as the medal with clasp and the Khedive' Star. He won his D.S.O. with the Egyptian Frontier Field Force in 1885-8, when during the engagement at Giniss, he was  severely wounded. He was again wounded during the operations on the Soudan frontier in 1889, whi e in command of a brigade of the Egyptian Army, being amain mentioned in despatches, and receiving the brevet of lieutenant-colonel. While serving with the Dongola Expedition in 1896 he was promoted to be major-general for distinguished service in the field. Sir Archibald is still only fortythree years old.  Mr. Edward Terry has re-appeared At his theatre with a four-act drama, by Mr. P. Bancroft, and entitled "What Will the World Say ?" It is a pretty play, treating of Park-lane and a pretty place in Hertford, but, like the novels, it might almost seem to have been written with a purpose—so aniartly does it hit oft the foibles of the time. The principal character, Mark Westoby, whose part i-, of course, taken by Mr. Terry, is a successful lawyer, ambitious for social successes and honours. Ile is not a badhearted man, but he has a snobbish idea of the benefits that worldly wealth and respectability bring in their train. His ambition has been to marry his daughter to a peer of a very common sporting type, but she, like most women, has chosen  for herself, and very much to his disappointment. His son, Arthur \Vestal., an officer in a Scottish regiment, bred in this way, has developed an effeminate fear of danger, and looks forward to active service in the Soudan with positive dread. The E olicitot's wife is &gentle, affectionate woman, but her difference in aim and disposition naturally causes her to appear in contest with him, when in reality she is one of the most peaceable souls. The dramatic event on which the plot turns is an act of fraud by Westoby's partner, which loses Westoby the greater part of his fortune and his prestige in the world. This, however, is one of those proverbial blessings in disguise. The house in Park-lane is given up. the daughter is welcomed home again to a residence in Hertfordshire, and there also the son, wended, but shred of his imaginary fears and Illnesses, which were worse than the reality, comes smiling. There is, of course, plenty of side business, and the piece goes, from start to finish, very well.  A coroner's jury has returned a verdict of wilful murder against George Robertson, a street flower vendor, in regard to the death of a little girl named Mary Kenealcy, only four years old, who dwelt in a squalid part of Drury-lane. It in not my intention to comment on the facts here, as they must be restated in the police. court and at the Old Dailey. It is sufficient to say that the child was found dead, with horrible wounds, on the stairs of her home. Itobertton disappeared Ir om t h neighbourhood immediately, and he told a friend whom he met some little distanr, off that he had got into trouble with a Irian, and was going away. His clothes were bloodstained. When a de. tective spoke to him at Canning Town he denied that his name was George Robertson. When he was brought into Bow-street Station he made no answer to the charge. I saw the man when he was brought up before the magistrate. He is a dimin dive credure, whose head scarcely reached up to the dock,  I Als TS M IiDE/i.