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The Cotton Factory Times. — 1887-12-09 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

EXECUTION OF THE COVENTRY MURDERER. Thomas Hayne (38), labourer, was executed at Warwick Prison on Tuesday for the murder of his sister-in-law, Charlotte Taylor, at Cbventry, in August last. The prisoner, since his condemn tion, had manifested the greatest penitence and repeatedly declared himself ready to die. He haa been daily seen by the gaol chaplain, Mr. George Sumner. and frequently by the Rev. John Gibson, Congregationalist minister. He was on Monday afternoon visited by his wife and mother, and the parting was a very affecting one. He retired to rest on Monday night about nine o'clock, slept fairly well, and rose shortly after six o'clock on Tuesday morning. He took a light breakfast. The chaplain and the Rev. Mr. Gibson went to his cell soon after seven and remained with him in prayer some time, the culprit engaging earnestly in prayer. He submitted quietly to the piniming, and walked firmly and unsupported to the sea:fold, cordially shook hands with the executioner, and said be hoped to meet him in heaven. On the scaffold be repeated several times " Receive in soul, my Lord, my Jesus. God bless my wife. Save her soul. God help me." Berry gave a drop of seven feet, and death was instantaneous. The culprit throughent admitted the justice of his sentence, but left behind no written confession. Eight reporters witnessed the execution. The facts of the crime are shortly as follows :—The culprit was till recently employed at a tobacco factory at Coventry, and lived with his wife and sister-in' law, Charlotte Taylor. at 16, Little Park-street. Early in the morning of the 4th of August be went to the police station at Coventry and gave himself up on a charge of having killed his sister-in-las% The police went to the house, and there found the deceased with her throat cut from ear to ear, the fingers of the left hand were also deeply cut, and a table knife was lying by her side. It appeared front two very abusive letters written by the deceased to a young man named Leonard Day, that jealogY was evidently the motive of the crime, and that the culprit had been on terms of improper intimacy with the deceased woman, who at the time of her death was receiving attentions fir] Day. At the trial Baron lluddlestone, in passing sentence of death, told the culprit that his condilet showed there could be no foundation for suggesting that the crime had been committed under the ill' fluence of insanity, and advised him to use the unit that was left to him in trying to redeem the misdeeds of his past life. The culprit, who up till then had listened quietly to what had passed, asked if lie might be permitted to speak, and made an coherent harangue, in which he admitted having killed his sister-in-law, but said he did not intend to do it, and accused his wife of being unfaithful tn him and of being the cause of the murder.
The Cotton Factory Times. — 1887-08-12 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

ILL-USAGE.--John Offord, a  middle-aged man, of Orcleard.street, Ball's-pond, Louden, was charged on remand, before the Hertford magistrates, with the wilful murder of Amelia Bynoth. About twelve years ago deceased was in service at Woodgreeu, where she made the acquaintance of the prisoner, with whom, for four or five months later, she lived in Harmer-street, Kingsland. Five years ago, the deceased, accompanied by the prisoner, went from the house of her parents at Little Berkhampsted, Herts, and they heard no more of her until last month, when she returned home after walking all the way from Ball's-pond to Little Berkhampsted, a distance of 25 miles. She told a pitiable story of ill-treatment at the hands of the prisoner, who, she said, had kicked and knocked her about dreadfully for a long time past. On the 20th ult. she died, and at the inquest Dr. Odell deposed that when he first attended deceased, two days previously, he found her in an unconscious state, with bruises on the face and other parts of the body. The post•inorton examination showed that deceased must have suffered a considerable amount of ill-treatment. When apprehended ad Datston on a charge of murdering the woman, the prisoner at first denied everything, but when identified by a witness, he made a statement to the effect that be had not illused the deceased for three or four months, and that if anything had happened to her, it was after she left him. Superintendent Hilton applied for a further remand to bring witnesses from London. Prisoner was remanded, bail being refused. A QUEEN'S DIVORCE Smr.—King Pomare, the fifth ruler of the Society Islands and the lands that lie adjacent thereto, has instituted an action in divorce against his wife, Queen Johanna, who is aged about 15. Parisian lawyers are hard at work upon the case, as the youthful Queen lately came to the French metropolis in order to place her interests in the hands of a wise man of the Western world. Her Majesty's version is that her Royal husband is in sad need of a little advice from the apostles of the Blue Ribbon movement. King Pomare is, in fact, of a pronouncedly vinous disposition, and his conduct to his spouse when in his cups has been anything but royal, not to say gentlemanly. His " goings-on " were so bad that his youthful spouse was constrained to fly for protection to her mother-in-law. On the other hand, the Royal respondent is accused of having had a lover iu the shape of a Galiic " salt." in blue jumper and loose trousers, who was one of the craw of a French man-of-war. Admiral Serres, the commander-inchief of the station, did his best to effect a reconciliation between the spouses, and the two were about to forget each other's peccadilloes when the young Queen learned that her husband was going from bad to worse, and that he was not only growing fonder of" baccy and rum," but that he was in a fair way to beat the Mormon prophets in the matter of polygamy. This interesting divorce suit will be beard before the tribunal of Papeiti, in Otaheite.  Brame
The Cotton Factory Times. — 1887-08-12 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

OICUMM. On Wednesday morning, between 8 20 and nine o'clock, a man named Harvey Wrigley, aged 51, a factory operative, residing with his wife and four children in Bullcote-lane, Ffeyside, near Oldham, made a desperate attempt to murder one of his children by cutting his throat, and afterwards attempted to cut his own. For the last 12 months Wrigley has been out of employment, and latterly has been observed to be 'somewhat eccentric in his manner. His family consisted of his wife, a stepdaughter named Callaghan (15 years old), Anne (aged 10), Jonathan (aged 6), and Harvey (aged 3). None of the family were working except the mother, who had recently obtained t.,•)wloyment at the Lyon Mill, Shaw. kis wife up at 5 30 to go to her work, leaving -1E)!' husband and the children in bed, a.. sleeping in the same room. Some time afterwards Wrigley got up, and was seen between 7 and E o'clock playing with the boy Jonathan between his knees in the sandhole directly opposite his house, This continued for sometime, when he and the boy returned into the house and went upstairs to bed. On entering the bedroom he told the second girl, Annie, to get up and make him some tea. She did so, obtaining the hot water from some of the neighbours. Ten minutes afterwards he asked Mary Ann Callaghan to go downstairs and make the kitchen tire, She had not been down many mhautes before she heard the two boys screaming loudly, ad she rushed upstairs, but the bedroom door was closed, and her father was standing against it. She heard the eldest boy cry out. "Oh, father, don't kill me." Hearing this she called out, "Was he going to kill the children ?" "The father replied, "Oh, no. have no such intention in my head." 'Upon hearing this the girl went downstairs, but she had not beer down many minutes when she heard a scream from the vourwest lad, Harvey. She went up a second . time, but found that the door was fastened. How. ever, by pushing against it with all her power she succeeded in opening the door. The chill Harvey was standing near the door, but Jonathan was in bed. She asked the latter to come downstairs, but he replied that he could not; upon hearing which she asked him why he could not come downstairs, and he replied, "Look in the bed." The girl went to the bed, when she was horrified to find that the clothes were saturated with blood. At the time the father was standing beside the bed, and had in his hand a razor. The younger boy then ran downstairs with his sister, who gave an alarm, and a surgeon was called in. Seeing the critical state in which the man was, the doctor ordered his  it,gtant removal to the infirmary and also that of the boy. Faint hopes are entertained of tbe father's recovery, but the lad is not in so critical a condition.  The Merehanctise Marks Bill.
The Cotton Factory Times. — 1914-03-27 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER XII. Rejected.  Upon the Sunday which followed that of her brother's arrest Gabrielle, at John's earnest desire, attended the Covenant Church at the hour of , morning service. Kenneth insisted upon accompanying her, for he fully believed that she would not he sufficiently strong to endure the sight of the pulpit from which, Sunday by Sunday for years peat, her brother had preached his eloquent sermons occupied by a stranger, while the man whose place it was lay in prison charged with two such heinous crimes as forgery and murder. Kenneth privately bore a grudge against the congregation of the Covenant Church for their treatment of the girl he loved during the week of sore affliction for her which had just passed. In the heyday of John Camberon's popularity they hod sought to make so much of him that, had he been less sincere in his religion or leas practical in his sense of proportion, he might have been very easily led away from the path of truth and uprightness by the flattery of those who delighted to shower their favours upon him. Yet now that trouble had come suddenly upon him they seemed to have forgotten their past professions of affection and reverence; they had not yet begun to ignore his existence, but they did openly question his integrity. Some one or two of the deacons had indeed called on Gabrielle and expressed sympathy with her in her trouble, while old David Rom still faithfully adhered to his pastor, and had visited him, too, at Clifford Street Police Station, where it was thought best to detain Camberon until after his examination before the magistrates, and which, for mveral reasons, had been delayed. But, on the whole, Kenneth thought each and all had behaved very "shabbily."  The preacher that morning was a young man of insufferable vanity, a friend of the O'Flinns, who, being the most powerful members of the church, had suddenly begun to ask themselves why a Camberon should hold the pastorate of the Coven ,t Church from father to son as though the rostrum were a throne belonging by right to one family, and one family alone. Hitherto they had found no reason to question this arrangement. Indeed, far otherwise. The Camberons had invariably been excellent preachers. They had always been sincere and excellent preachers. They had always been sincere and of infallible uprightness. Now, however, they tried to make themselves believe that the Rev. Thomas Ludlowe was in every way equal to their own minister. Their prejudice blinded them to the fact that this young man's self-glory alone placed him in the pulpit, that it was no thought of God or his own fitness for the preaching of the Divine Word that had led him there.  To Gabrielle the sermon wee positive torture. The preacher was intensely dramatic, and thought only of his poses and the correct mouthing of his words, on that at the conclusion the congregation went away to their homes unsatisfied, realising that they had received a stone when they had
The Cotton Factory Times. — 1914-07-24 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

NOVEL WAY OF DODGING THE LAW.  Br, Fox had a convenient habit of iTrn' low an' sayin' nuffin. We have just iead of a canny Scot who has had recourse ro the same expedient in an Insurance Act prosecution. The remarkable thing to relate is that the plan succeeded. The facts are as follow. The man in question, who was an employer, agreed with two workmen to ignore the Act.. The workmen did not present contribution cards for tramping to the employer, and he in turn f,:led, as required by the Regulations, to outain from the nearest post office an emergency card and affix the stamps notwithstanding. Murder will out, and somehow information of this scheme to defeat the ends of law reached the ears of the authorities. Inquiries were made verbally as well as in writing, but with one consent aIl three refused to answer any questions, and legal proceedings were taken. At the hearing of the charge against the employer the tiro men were called as witnesses, and assurances given to them that their evidence would not be used against them, whereupon they admitted that they ; had not procured insurance cards because - they thought they were better without' For the prosecution it was then argued that the refusal of the employer to glve any information raised the presumption that he had committed an offence under the Act, and that if he wished to void conviction he was bound to prove that he had taken out an emergency card. The employer was accordingly convicted, but appealed, when the Court of Session decided that the conviction was bad on the ground of insufficient evidence, and the conviction was accordingly quashed. The court held that the employer was not under any o ligation to give information against hims,lf, or to make admissions to 1 the inspector.\ and that no presumption ' lay against hitt for refusing to do so; also that it was not for the employer to prove that he had taken out an emergency card, but it was for the prosecution to prove that that be had not.. It is a well-known axiom in law that no man is bound to incriminate himself, but it is astonishing to find a premium put by judges on contumacy of this description. Is this good. law Suppose a person deliberately neglects to take out a. dog license: is he immune from legal forms and penalties so ions as he keeps his mouth shut? Would the magistrates overlook his contempt in refu,ing to answer questions, and throw upon the police or the revenue authorities the onus oft proving that the defendant had not taken out a license? We wonder! To any ordinary mind the fact. that the empleyor in this case had not done what legally devolved upon him was sufficiently proved, not only by the testimony of the two men, but by the circumstance that. iheir contributions had not been deducted from their wages. There are times when silence is golden, but it is not on occasions H., these, and we cannot think it. would k safe to copy the example here set.. The insurance Commissioners cannot take this tort of thing lying clown.
The Cotton Factory Times. — 1895-05-31 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER XVIII. TOM GAINS HIS FREEDOM.  Legree became worse and worse. He was a demon. He flogged Tom for teaching the slaves about Jesus. Two of the women slaves, Cassy and a young woman named Emmeline, made up their minds to run away. They knew it would be a terribly difficult thing to do, but they determined to try. Casey set about storing some food in a garret, for they would have to carry provisions with them, as there was no place for miles where they could get anything on the road they intended going. To keep Legree from prying into the garret, and finding out what was stored there, Casey made him believe the place was haunted. This she did in the following manner. She put the neck of an old bottle into a knot-hole in the wall, and when the wind blew it made all sorts of shrieking noises through this rude tube; and the slaves who heard these horrible sounds trembled, and recollected that they had heard before that the house was haunted by the ghost of someone who had been murdered there long ago. Legree himself was so scared that he wouldn't venture near the garret. The evening came on which Cassy and Emmeline were to make their escape. They met near Tom's hut. It was growing dark. "We must run towards the swamp, Em," said Cassy. "We are sure to be chased by Sambo and Quimbo. We'll hide in the swamp till they go back to fetch the dogs. Then while they're doing that, we'll get into the brook that runs behind the house, and that will Fat the dogs off the scent—for scent won't lie in water. Everybody will run out of the house to look for us, and then we'll slip in at the back door and hide in the haunted garret, where Legree daren't 100 lF to save his life; and then, when they've given up hunting for us, we'll steal off and get away, while they'll all be wondering wherever we are. Come along." _ . _  Cassy and Emmeline crept quietly through the shadows, and reached the edge of the plantation.  Then they heard somebody' after diem. It was Legree. They plunged into the swamp, among the trees and rushes, in the darkness, and heard Legree shouting, " Hullol Simko, Quimbo I Come here! Hullo, hullo!"  Some of the slaves came running up. "There's two runaways in the swamp," said Legree. "I'll give a sovereign to any nigger as catches 'em. Tup out the dogs—turn out Tiger, Fury, and the resc!"  (To be continue.d.)  LETTERS, NOTES, ctc.  Rachel Smith's (Bury) letter is very neatly written. I thank her for the pretty cards and new reader. Here are a few letters:—  34, Legram's-terrace, Listerhills-road, Bradford. Dear Grandad and Grandma,—l have great pleasure in writing to you once more. lam very sorry to say that I have had an accident at the mill. It is the fourth time I have written. lam very glad that the blind boy, Wilfrid Brook, has got the books he wanted.—So no more at present from your loving grandchild,
The Cotton Factory Times. — 1895-06-07 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER L. (Continued).  Rose held out her hand to Miss Crosswaite. "My sister," she said, 'we have been kept apart. Perhaps I have been taught to hate you; perhaps you have been taught to despise me. We are neither of Is to blame; ignorance is the root of all mischief. But let us forget the unwise, antagonistic past. Let as be true women and good sisters." Maud Crosswaite took the proffered hand; then Rose drew her to her and kissed her, and the father of the two felt bliss in his heart. 'Do not think, Maud," said Mr. Crosswaite, "that your sister Rose has risen to rob you. She has been trying to force me to leave her out of my wi11.,, "You must deal fairly with her, father," said Maud Crosswaite,, quietly," but she did not look at Rose. She was not quite easy in her presence. She remembered Frank Lever.. _  After a few minutes superficial conversation Rose took her departure. "I will come again this afternoon," she said to her father. "Come very soon," said he. " Poor father," said Rose to Frank Lever, "he is very ill, and in great pain. I fear he is dying." " How did he receive you ?" "Be a good boy, and listen well, and I'll tell you all about it." She told him as they walked home. "And," she tam, "Miss Maud Crosswaite came into the room, and—we didn't tear each other's eyes out. Wasn't that marvellous? But there's her brother. I've not yet seen him. I don't think I shall be able to stomach' him—excuse the vulgar expression, Frank; its Lancashire ;—but I suppose one can swallow a great deal with trying." As Frank and Rose, walking down the lane to Denwood, approached the house where Cecily lived, they saw Jake Killington, with his strange suspicious sniffing aspect, come harrying out of the doorway..  , 'What the matter now ?" said Rose. "What can Jake Killington, of all men in the world, want with Cecily ?" Killington was out of sight and Cecily was standing warlike at the door when the lovers reached it. "What's to do, Cecily?" asked Rose. "Why, that murderous Jake Killington has had th' cheek an impudence to come here, and not a week since he banged—" Cecily sobbed; pulled up; and went on, "His excuse for calling was that Rafe had told him to give me his last message, 'Tell Cecily I forgive her,'—an I were glad o' that news, though I hated t' bearer; but soon as he'd towd me that th' nasty bad en axed me to marry  " hat!" gasped Rose. "Monstrous !" It's true for aw that, an he actually said he were makiu plenty money; he'd two rnooar jobs on next week—ugh I an he'd never throw t' past in my teeth if I'd have him; so at that, ant' other, I were full o' loathin an disgust, an I jumped up an whizzed my clog at him, an towd him to get eaut o' my seet afore I kilt him; an so he run—th' dirty little scamp!" And here Cecily broke down in violent weeping. _ _  Killington' leit Denwood soon; the feeling of repugnance towards him was so strong that his existence was made unpleasant. He went and settled in Pittsville, combining there, as in Denwood, the duties of barber and hangsman.
The Cotton Factory Times. — 1895-02-15 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

MISS TUFFY,  RUDY ROAD. Please accept this lovely valentine in the spirit—or rather fourpenny— in which it is offered.  "But shouldn't there be some verses on him, too; "there is on every valentine," said Bill Spriggs. . . _  itah," chorussed t' others; so I wrote t' following aaectio lines on another piece o' papper, an we sawed 'ern on to Ben's back:—  I'm a lovely valentine, Dearest I am ever thine; My cherub face, my seraph nose, My sweet mustache, my Sunday clothes, My heart—an also liver an lights, Are thine always by woman's rights; My sole is thine an all its fruits, An also my new-fashioned boots; An I am thine from toe to head, Livin or sober, drunk or dead.  "That'll do very nicely," said Joe Lung wi' a grin, "very nicely indeed. Neaw• get bawd on him, an let's get him delivered. We'll be pcstmen for once." _ _  --Aiiii—happenbd Miss Taffy's weren"t far off, so we carried th unconscious Ben theer, an managed for t' get him thiough t' little garden, an up t' three steps in t' front o' t' door beaut anybody seem n us. We laid him gently on t' top step; gau a good purr at t' door, an run an hid eaursels reaund t' nearest corner, fro' which we peeped cautiously an expectantly. In answer to t' knock, Miss Taffy's mother comes ftyin emit, oppens t' door aw at once, thinkin as some lads were havin a lark we her, an clutt.?red yet-fast o'er Ben's prostrate body, knockiu him deawn t' steps. Hoo skriked "murder !" an her dowter—th' hangel what Ben adored—rushed cant for.t' see what were up. . .  "Thieves! bur.,lar;!" screamed t' mother. " Hello!" grunted Ben, " whatsh up! Help me up, missus !' Then t' dowter seed t' peppers on him, *a t' stamp on his brow, an brastedeaut lotifin. Whatsh yer laffing at?" axed Ben. "Oh, I love thee! Keep smiling on me like that! Smile on me for ever, amen, sweet hangel!" Well, Miss •Tuffy could hardly hood hersel for loufin, an th' owd woman begun too, when boo seed what a hobject Ben were; an us reanud t' corner were just as bad. Heawever, V bobby worn alung just then, an ordered Ben away, threatenin for t' lock him up; but he had fur t' untee Ben's legs an arms afore he could stir; an then he helped him wham an tovvd him for t' think weel as he weren't ta'n to gaol.  Ben had some recollection o' what had happened when he seet sober t' day after, an wanted t' feight us, as I said afore, for makin him look such a foo in th' eon of her what he worshipped, and bligh tin his amorous prospects for ever; but he's never spokken abeau his " hangel" sin; an I think he's gan up aw hope o' fludin a Mrs. Roke in that quarter. Hoo had rayther too much of him as a valentine to want him as a husband.  EXTRAORDINARY SOCCESS vs