Widnes Examiner. — 1903-12-24 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

WARRINGTON "A "TEAMS.  These teams met at the Irwell-lane enclosure on Saturday, before a fair attendance. At the outset the home team had the best of play, for following Langley's commencement, clever work by the Runcorn backs harassed Knight's charge. Eventually the Warrington backs displayed superiority in the passing department, and capital exchanges between Duckworth, Edmonds and Mahoney changed the venne,and Kenyon, receiving from the last-named, scored a really fine try. Knight added the goal. Re-starting from centre,Rnncorn made progress through the medium of Carroll, and this player looked like to score, until Short tackled hlra a few - yards inskle. Knight !kicked well, and eased the pressure slightly, and twice in quick succession Wilkinson was lucky in holding Kenyon when near the line. Faulty play by Faulkner endangered the Runcorn goal, and it was left to Warder to save the situation, a smart run transferring play to neutral quarters.4lllWalton, Faulkner, and Warder tried hard to break through, but he defence exhibited by Knight Edmunds and Duckworth was safe, and by the aid of short kicks the game ruled even, and nothing furthe't of interest was not up to half-time, at which period Warrington led by five points to nil. Turning round, the visitors took up a strong position, and early on Edmunds took advantage of a weak kick. Knight, kicked a goal. The combination by the Warrington backs resulted in Kenyon scoring his second try, from which he added a goal, Warrington running out by three gools three tries (15 points) to nil.  How I mourned my fate and wished that even the mortification of bearing the same name as a well-known and successful writer had been spared me. Here I was in my little den, surrounded by all my familiar possessions. In this place had been matured all the plots of my stories ; here, my ambition had been born only to be cruelly murdered by the action of the editor of" The Penman's Friend." And, worst thought of all, I held in my possession the plot of a story which he had intended to write, and which was literally trash. I had a thought. That thought became an inspiration. •I wheeled round my writine table and began to write. I had in anticipation tasted' the first fruits of revenge, and I determined to be revenged still further. I beganto write, and continued writing. Hour after hour went by. Then I grew nervously excited, and jumped up with an exclamation, sending the inkpot across the floor. I knew it not. The writing fever was upon me. At that moment I heard a tap at the door and I knew that my wife wished to tell me that tea was ready. I could not stop—l dared not stop. I yelled out for her to leave me; I was just about strangling the villain. I heard her return to the sitting room, and I thought I detected a sob. But what did that matter? She had gone back similarly many a time, and who was to blame b it the editor of "The Penman's Friend"? At last I had buried the villain as respectably as I could in a field, near the graveyard, and brought to a climax" The Tririmph of Patience and Virtue. Then I sauntered into the sitting room to take tea with my wife. I. sat up very late that night typing out my story for oT.