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Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1902-06-07 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORMAN SILVER,  CHAPTER %XXIV. IN WHICH A CHESTNUT TROTS.  " What haa brought you down here?— Furely after all that happened during your last visit you might have seen the prudence of giving Wyresdale a wide berth."  Judith Garland had just closed the door of the library at Dering House, and advanced into the apartment. Agaiust the large carved mantelpiece her brother wa.s latingng—he answered her fretful question with a etbeer. •  "If you particularly want to know," he said, "the same influence that fetched me down onoe before—that of a G-erman blackguard named Kraft, Dr. Joseph Kraft., to be polite. He is a retired medico, a friend of Mr Otto Hare's, the Gcldan Dwarf, whose mongrels you warned me about that morning at the cross-roads." His sister looked at him, and a characteristic disdain cured her lip. " Well, you are a fool, Neal," she retorted; '• I wouldn't blame you for keeping a card up your sleeve if you understood how to play it. But you must be a born bungler to conceal from me your acquaintanoa with Dr. Kraft. He called on me a while ago and referred casually to you; I denied your existence." Neal laughed. "Oh, I'm posted up in your little tarradiddle," he said; "I saw Kraft in London afterwords and the beggar sprang it on mo. But don't talk of bungling; you were to get a hold on Dering and make his gooseship lay the valuable eggs w-3 promised ourselves. You've registerod precious small progress." Judith took a seat near her critic. "I mifealculated Felix Dering's strength of mind," she murmured, biting her pink nails "he comprehends to a ni,:"ety the power of passive resistance. He will do nothing; he challenges us to do our worst. Recently,' she added, and her face darkened, "I have been studying to rev.inge myself upon him —his slights have galled me to desperation."  Her brother drew himself nearer. "Judith," said Neal Garland, "you spoke of my bungling the card I had kept in my sleeve. You accused me too soon—the oard is not yet played. Yet the game in which it is a trump affects you. That game, my dear revengeful sister, concerns the love of Otto Hare for Esther Carew, Felix Dering's beat girl. My friend Kraft is bent on getting Miss Carew for Hare—he is a Hare's jackal and parasite in one. Now I—l am the act: of spades in Kraft's hand."  Judith Garland breathed heavily and her eyes glistened. "Go on," was her sole comment.  Neal rubbed his lean palms and chuckled. "Kraft," he proceeded, "not aware of the fact that I did see Dering in Wyresdale on the night of Sir Ohristopher's murder, has bribed me to say I did. He, of course, knows I was in the village then—l interviewed him very late the sumo evening. To be frank, I had come down the previous day in the hope of raising some cash out  ......" .-, , . ; • ..." ~ , /A. •\VI'l , • °..: iN z 4•11, I.ll' ~, .-., --. 1,:e7; \i'i. I x • .14. ~ 4 ( ''• -11 1 I , h -: /' i lil)
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1902-12-20 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORTHERN WEEKLY GAZETTE. 29 SERIAL STORY. presently—soon now—publicity would ssinsthing which may throw a gleam follow—scandal and the cries of the of light upon a mystery which appears radical Press, wild with delight over so impenetrable." Xl"X".><••X"Xe•X"'X''X'eX s,XaXaXaXaXaXaXaX• this tit-bit of villainy attributed to a The detective was a pastmaster in •••••••s • • • • • • • s •)‹. rich peer. The letters in any case the art of reading every emotion upon s proved the intention to commit the a human face. He had watched Lord iTsDEN muRDER• •X• crime. Nine people out of ten would Heslington very closely as he spoke, s be convinced that it was done. Was he ready to notice the slightest sign of •X• s not convinced of it himself? And had sudden fear, the quiver of an eyelid •X• he not read with apprehension which even, but he saw nothing; the young s ' ORCZY, •X• ,s made him blush with shame, the ac- man had not turned a hair. His yoiee count of the inquest on Mrs Butt, sounded as calm, as slow, as indifferent •A• dreading to hear of evidence which as before, when he said, with a slight ticks," etc., etc. s •X• might connect his father's name with elevation, of the eyebrows in token of '••Xt•X**Xt•X•tXs•Xs*X. • that awful crime? Already the papers palite astonishment: • • • • •,a • spoke of mystery, of a rich man who "I am afraid that the highly acute paid the woman to hold her tongue, department of which you are so able i ' sneered so per of the efforts of the police to find that a representative is for once at fault. I and dependent man, and their hope of speedy success. was not in Portsmouth-terrace on the ' were Lord Lord Fulford, however, appeared n'sht in question. I can, therefore, allegiance serene and calm. Be went out to Inn- furnish you with no useful evidence as , would aeon and dinner parties, drove in the to what happened in that neighbourher Park and attended the House, whilst hood." . 'd his son was eating his heart out with "Pardon me, sir," said Glassington, . shame at the hideousness of the with a ensile, "I must ask you to sstery. make an appeal to your memory. The vas on the Thursday following the matter, I daresay, seems of little con' the murder that Lord Healing- sequence to you, and I assure you we '-, return home from a drive, should not have troubled you about it two persons were waiting at all but for the fact that we have a ' a had refused to give certain knowledge that you were in the -smelly refused to go neighbourhood of Portsmouth-terrace 'ku. The two men at about the time when the murder - in the hall; must have been committed—since at inc of them, eleven o'clock you were asking a railand said way porter 'at Willesden Junction the , should way to that particular street." "That is perfectly correct," replied • 1. Lord Heslington, calmly. • "That being the case, surely your , iship must have seen someone or `hing which may not have struck ! -spicious at the lime, but which -. •ng that a murder was comshaps recur to your mind, 'use assistance to the lucidation of the , --e that if I had as you sur'v render st, uns --kind ~_  I
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1902-10-11 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

HOUNSLOW MEATH.  On Friday, the (sth of November, in the year 1802, a Mr Steele, the proprietor of a lavender water warehouse In Catherine-street, Strand, went to the little village of Bedfont, about midway between Hounslow and Staines, to visit his lavender plantation there. Ile intended to return next day, and as he did not do so his family became uneasy, all the more because his journey would have led him across Hounslow Heath, that favourite haunt of highwaymen and footpail-4 Enquiries were made at Bedf ant, and it was found that he had slept in his house there on the Friday night, and that when he had finished his business there on. the Baturday he had found it impossible to hire a conveyance to take him back to town, and had, therefore, about seven o'clock, set out in the darlmess to do the journey on foot. Little room was now left for doubt that he had met with foul play, and the Heath, as the most probable scene of the murder, was carefully explored.  It was not long before the unfortenate man's body was found in a ditch beneath a clump of trees eome five or six hundred yards from the barracks at Feltham, the face covered with blood, the head barbarously fractured, and the neck encirded with a, leathern strap buckled very tightly. Beside the body was a big bludgeon, and close by were a pair Of much-worn shoes and what appeared to be a military hat, trimmed with worsted bindings, and much dilapidated. The unfortunate man seemed to have been dracged for some distance, and it wee evident that the cause of death was the injury inflicted with the bludgeen, the strap having probably been used not for the purposes of strangulation, but to drag the body to the spot where it was discovered. Mr Steele's own bat wail not to be found, nor were his boots; and not merely had his murderers possessed themselves of whatever money he Vr3B tarrying, but they had also out out and taken away his poakets thesnselvoll What could have induced them to do this is not easy to conjecture, unless one may suppose that they had so primed themselves with drink for their horrid work that to their muddled minds it seemed that in carrying away the peekete as well as what the pockets contained they were making a thorough job of it. Diligent enquiries were, of course, set on foot, and several arrests were made, which meant little more, however, than that the Felice, entirely at fault, were anxious to create an impression of zealous activity. Among Other persona apprehended were two labourmg men, who, shortly after the ur, der , having fallen out, were charging each other with shocking crimes. They were able, however, to prove that they had had no hand in We crime, at any rate, and as a colleoUna was made for them in the police apart by way of compereation for what they had suffered. one may assume that
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1902-01-11 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

GREAT  E.PHtLLIPS OFTENKEim,  Authur at " liaat.er of 11.(n.„" " blystesrious Mr Sabln, The r( " The lron-li eas•ted ULty."  result upon record. But I want you to understand this. I will not be altogether ousted. You brought me into this thing, and I decline to be turned out."  "You are not serious? You do not dare to ftil me that?" _  _ "1 am perfectly serious," Trowse continued. "1 should prefer that we worked this—thing together like sensible men,—it was your first intention, I believe. In that case Ido not wish to take any advantage of you. The result, I am sure, will be far more satisfactory." "Damn the result—and you!" Powers cried. "What I have said is plain enough, surely. I will not have you conic near her. If you repeat this afternoon's attempt I will shoot you like a dog." Trowae considered for a moment..  "You remind me," he said, softly, "of a homely fable. 1 wonder whether you realise your position—the power which you have lost through this extraordinary fit of sentimentality." "What do you mean ?" Powers asked, hoarsely. "I think that you know," Trowse answered. "It is quite clear to me. You have lost all controlling power over Miss Hardinge. Your will against even hers has become as the will of a child's. For you it is a most unfortunate occurrence." Powers was as white as death. "I am content," he said. 'lt is no concern of yours." Trowse surveyed his visitor for a moment critically. "I wish I knew exactly what was the matter with you, Powers," he said. "You appear to me to be on the eve of a nervous collapse. lam not sure whether I ought to take you seriously."  It was a deliberate attempt at provocation. Powers knew it, and held himself in.  "If you 'fail to do so, Trowse," Powers said, "you will have only yourself to blame for the consequences. For as you and I are living men I shall keep my word."  "We will waive the matter for a moment," Troivse said. "Bearing in mind my knowledge of the slight— irregularities which have already occurred as regards the introduction into your household of the young lady in question, it may perhaps be worth your while to deal with me reasonably. I should like to understand the true cause of your change of attitude towards me. "Go on!" Trowse swung his eyeglass backwards and forwards pensively. "You want me out of it. Good! Now, is it from a fear lest I might try in some way to steal a march upon you, might acquire knowledge, say, which I declined to share with you, or is it the fruits of this extraordinary sentimentality which I have observed in you during the last few months." "You can call it what you •like," Powers answered, desperately. "If you want the truth, here it is! lam ashamed and afraid of what I have already done. Morally, lam nothing less than a murderer. T cannot follow you," Trowse said,
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1902-03-15 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

AMBITION OF PRINCES. The figure of Jeanne D'Arc or Joan of Arc as erroneously translated into English, stands absolutely alone in the history of the world. The story of her brief career eclipses all creations of fiction. She enters upon the stage as an inspired visionary, plays her arduous part with saintly purity in the midst of almost unparalleled misery and unbridled license, and departs a martyr for her singularly simple faith, the victim of priestly hate and gross superstition. Twenty-five years after her brutal and illegal execution, the Romish Church vindicated her character from the base charges preferred against her, and seven years ago, after a lapse of 361 years, the Pope conferred upon her the title of "Venerable.' The course, of the iurther examinations carried on by the council of the Pope, which have ended in the announcement that the formal Bull of Canonisation of Jeanne D'Arc will shortly be promulgated, is not known to the outside world; but as England has been foremost in paying homage to "the one pure figure which rises out of the greed, the lust, and selfishness and unbelief" of the age in which she lived, we cannot wonder at the high honour paid by the other party concerned in her murder. We have for many generations accepted the Maid of Orleans as a shining member of the Church Universal, and the step now taken by the Church of Rome in ordering that the Maid is to be henceforth called "St. Joan," cannot add to the romantic interest which every English schoolboy as taken in the fascinating story of the French girl responsible for the loss of all our possessions in France. In contrast to "the magnar_imous justice of England to the memory of her victorious enemy, it hat to be noted that not until within the last fifty years have the French, whom Jeanne delivered from the English yoke, recognised the grandeur of th; poor shepherd girl who gave up all for her country."  Jeanne D'Arc belongs as much to English as to French history, and to a period so unlike our own that due appreciation of her character and-of the stupendous difficulties she had to encounter is only possible by a brief study of the sombre background against which she stood. The dominating spirit of the latter part of the fourteenth and the earlier years of the fifteenth centuries was the ambition of kings and of nobles. It is from that period we draw most of our examples of the baneful influence upon nations of the rivalry of princes. Even King Henry VI., in whose name France and England were torn almost to pieces, is constrained to say : "(), piteous sptetaele • 0, bloody times! While lions war, and battle for their dens, Poor harmless lambs abide their engoitY."  succeeding which came those Thirty Years' Civil War in England--the Wars of the 'Roses. It was remarkable that in the same year came the final fall of the English power on the Continent, and the loss of the Christian Empire in the East, Constantinople surrendering to the Turks, who have since remained its possessors.
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1910-10-08 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.  lIE story opens at the little station of Egton, and shortly afterwards the reader is introduoed to the Westforck Tunnel. A railway porter hsad gone to it to look after a spring which may be affected by the wet weather, and he discovers a dead  body of a woman in it. A local doctor, the stationma-ster, and the police Eergoarit for the district are called on the scene, and in company with th4z,porter, Bloor, they go to the tun,ael. The boriii Is afterwards conveyed to the mortuary. And nn start the investigations. What was the story of the girl? The sergeant goes to the signal-box, and there communicates with Jim Furnoatix, from whom he gets information as to the passing of trains and traffic of polestrians in the vicinity of the tunnel He has also notod the marks inside the tunnel itself, while the stationmaster is. making arrangements to report the affair to the oomDany.  The address found on the bady was "Susan Denby, 47, Chelmsford-street, Bloomsbury," but her landlady said she bad no visitors, and the mystery therefore deeperted. Dr. Perks accounted for the extensive injuries to the body by falling out of the train. The big family of Egton, the nearest town, was the Burnetts—Sir Ewart, his mother, and Cyril, his half-brother Cyril is paying court to Edith Robinson, daughter of a wealthy man no had tirade money out of coal. Edith, visicing Lady Burnett, mentioned that the ease was ono ot eusp.3cted murder, and proceeded to Cyril's room to get further news. He wes absent, but his room was upset, and a photograph fell under her gaze. It was exactly similar to that of the girl murdered in the tunnel.  She stood irresolute, declining to believe the obvious deduction, and yet urnable to resist it. Lady Burnett entered, and on asking if Edith had seen Cyril, was informed that she had not, and did not want to. No longer were they lovers.  Edith declined to await Cyril's return., and left for home. Her father had set his heart on the 'batch, and was astounded Prhen told she wished to break the engagement. He asked her not to do so, and she promised to wait.  Sir Ewart returned, and meeting Cyril, advised hint to stick to Edith, and give up his escapades, promising to recompense the woman who was concerned in the matter, and end it  Si? Evart claimed tl-ib incm.lininating photograph ae his prJperty, and thus fell Troui tho high pedestal upon which Edith had placed him. She did not tealiso that Sir Ewart 'anted on the impulse Of the moment to prevmt a brea,eli between her and hio brother.  Detectives visit the lodgings of Sun Denby, and find all in disorder, but a clue is thought to have been obtained by the finding of a curious necklace Lear the tunnel entrance.  Invectigations showed Sir Bwart had bought such nooklaoe. lie was arrested for the exttne, but refused to make any statement at the tr.al.  P!dith R.obinsom however, does not believe him _rllatY, and seepotJy engagris o. I.'3ll4ns—to linravel the mystery.  kT('
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1910-07-16 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NEW COMPETITION  NEXT W. Something to interest all the bairns hi the  holidays. Splendid Money Prizes within the reach of the youngest Member of the Circle.  A pleasant occupation for a wet afternoon. Be sure you enter for It, and try for one of the Prizes. 644•46-0,44-.6r047-i'dre-S-04F-1640•44.4.40#4.+J  disbelieved by all." Subsequently Mr Hayes's footman confessed on his death-bed to having committed the murder. Bradford was then, in truth, innocent of the crime. But it appears that he was a murderer in design. He had heard Hayes declaring that he had a large sum of money about him, and he went to the room of the deceased with the intention of murdering and robbing him. On finding that he had been anticipated in the crime, he could not believe his eyes, and in turning back the bed clothes to assure himself of the fact, he dropped his knife on the bleeding body, by which means both his hands and the knife became covered with blood.  Another similar case was that of Jennings, a waiter in Hull, who was hanged for robbing a traveller on the King's highway. The traveller was attacked by a masked highwayman, and relieved of a purse containing twenty guineas. On arriving in Hull the traveller confided to the landlord, named Brunell, that he would discover the robber because the gold bare a certain mark. On hearing this the landlord threw suspicion on his waiter, who, he said, had been out that evening, and arrived back just before the traveller, intoxicated and flush of money.  Accordingly they went up to Jennings' room. He was fast asleep, his pockets were searched, and in one of them was discovered a purse containing exactly nineteen guineas. Suspicion turned to certainty, for the traveller declared the purse and the guineas to be those of which he had been robbed. Jetuaings was arrested and subsequently put on his triti.l for the robbery. He protested his innocence. On the above facts being given in evidence, the jury brought in a verdict of guilty. Jennings were executed.  Scarce twelve months had elapsed when Bruneit having been convioted of a robbery, coniessed before his execution to having committed tlx one for which poor Jennings was hanged. The acootmt which Brunell gave was that after robbing the travdler belted got home before him by swifter riding and another way. On hearing that the guineas were marked he had been seized witk consternation. The affair of the robbery an. the circnmstanee of the marked guineas would soon become publicly known, and he saw nothing before him save detection and death. The idea of accusing and sacrificing Jennings occurred to him. The state of intoxication in which the waiter was gave him the opportunity of concealing the money in his pocket. Thus circumsta.nces may be craftily contrived with the very object of misleading. But there have been not a few eases in which naturally existing circumstances have led to grave mistakes, resulting in the judicial - of irreparable wrong, and that has helped to extend the influence of the organisation which is in existence for the aboli. tion of capital punishment.
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1904-12-03 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER V. Surely, in the history of crime, never was man placed in a more undesirable position than I was by Mr Maine waring's brutal murder. He had refused to have me for his son-in-law, and had called to inform me of thia fact. While upon my premises, he had met his death, and now, here wav being asked to acquaint his daughtet' with the terrible intellience. Of course, I can see now that I should 7ot have taken this business upon myself, but should rather have deputed the doctor to do so in my stead. To tell the truth, however, I was scarcely conscious of my actions that night. The shock I had received, first from Mr Mainwaring's visit, and secondly by his murder, had completely unnerved me. And yet one moment's thought should have been sufficient to have shown me that by acting as I was proposing to do, I should be pursuing the most fatal policy possible, so far ' as my own interests were concerned. However, we are all of us, as some writer has very truly observed, creatures of Fate, and I suppose I was then engaged in working out the destiny that was eventually to make ins the most miserable man upon the faoe of God's earth. The doctor and the dead man had been great friends and, as may be readily supposed, the former was very much, affected by the catastrophe. "It is the most terrible business I've ever had to do with," he said, as he looked down at the body of his friend. I'd have given all I possess not to have had it happen. By the way, I wonder if it occurs to you that up to the present we have not yet thought of sending for the police?" As a matter of fact, I had not thought of it. And this was another point that was destined to rouse suspicion against me later on. "I'll send for them at once," I replied. Then, turning to Tibbits, who had just entered t 43 room, I bade him make his way to the Township with all possible speed. and request the officer there to come up to the plantation with his men, in order to take charge of the body, and of the case. He departed on his errand, and the doctor, Jeffries, and I adjourned to the dining-room. "This will make a great stir in the neighbourhood," the medico remarked. "Mr Mainwaring was very generally liked , and his loss will be sincerely felt. You must feel it deeply, Mr Wellmore, since you wore about to become his son-in-law." "The police should not have much difficulty in catching the murderer," Jeffries put in, as if by some means he had become aware of my secret and were anxious to spare uie additional pain. "I hope they will do so," I replied. "It will not be my fault if he is not brought to justice. A more coldblooded crime has never been perpetrated." 4