The Kenilworth Advertiser. — 1898-07-30 (Kenilworth, Warwickshire, England)

THE KENILWORTH ADVOTISER. SATURDAY, JULY 30, 1898.  Mit 1 met nim t—to give aim money—to buy silence."  ----_,... °My God I Can such things be? Can a woman like you be hoodwinked and tricked by such a villain as Jim. that you should believe me to be no lies wretch as only to merit the hangman's touch P "  " (Norge—George, forgive met If you knew whet I have suffered !" - •  "I could forgive much, but not this—not this, that you have doubted me. My poor. poor Violet who died for me—to think that I had niurdered her! Mentally, indeed, she was murdered, knee she was starved to death for want of the love she knew too late that I could not give her. But to lay my hands )11 her sweet form-0 God! that it could be believed!" He had freed Peg from the vice-like grasp in which tie had held her, and stood inert, iihtless. at some little distance from her, the tears glistening in his ayes. From the darkness she could not see,. them, out she heard them in his voice. .  "0 Geome, forgive!" was all that she could murmuringly repeat. But he shewed no sign of relenting, the suspicion had cut him to the quick; so forgive her in that hour was impossible. Yet she was only the mouthpiece of him who had pro. psgated the scandal, and she had suffered as much from hearing it as did George himself. It was, however, by Peg-that he had been pained, since he had not expected to receive such a blow from her hand. _ _  They walked on for a while, she supplicating for forgiveness, he never answering a word, till at last wrath came to help him overcome sorrow, and, still =heeding her prayer, he exclaimed: "Where is he? Where is this rosaries who has poisoned your mind ? A tussle between us in the itar future shall prove that I am somewhat the dronger of the two." "0 George, not that—not that! It was to save that that I met him, to give him money to prevent elm from harming you, and now I myself have done the mischief."  Once more she sought to imprison him in her embrace, but this time he eluded her circling arms, slid pushing her from him with a rough gesture, he rushed madly away. Whither he was gone she, from the darkness, could not see. There were no lights except an occasional oil lamp, which gave a dreary flicker, more mournful than the gloom. Peg, though she could not see where he had gone, attempted to follow him, but unsuccessfully—a faintness came over her which stayed her steps. Vainly she strove to hasten; it was as if she had heavy anklets about her feet, impeding entry movement. She could go no further, and after two or three stumbles she Tell at the vary threshold of the house in which she and Molly dwelt. in:nate of a neighbouring flat who was going in some time later found her lying there, and carried her up to Molly, who was not a little startled it receiving her sister unconscious, and much surprised to find clutched in her hand the five twentymark notes.  When at last she succeeded in bringing Peg back to a condition of semi-consciousness, "George? Where is George?" she murmured, more than once. "In England, Molly.told her, believing the assertion to be true.  Meanwhile Sir George, having miataken the road, was wandering along the bank of the dark, turbid river.