The Birkenhead News and Wirral General Advertiser. — 1908-04-11 (Birkenhead, Merseyside, England)

PHILLIPS OPPENHEIX  CHAPTER X XX.—(Continued.)  "NeiSacra, is this true? My God!" "I feared that something might have tappened," Nei limn continued. "By daybreak I was on my way to her lodging. The murder had just been iiisoovered. 1 saw the body, and I knew the dagger in a moment. For • while I was bewildered how to act, but I did my beet. I hurried back to Grosvenor Square. The loose was all silent. I went to the library. Oh, it 111" a a awful, awfill!" he oried wildly. " Go on, Neillson, go on!" " I rearanged the daggers. I left everything else in the room as it was—for others to discover. Then I went ,x)ftly to her ladyship's room. I told her. She *as brave, but oh! thank God that I am going to die, that the memory of her agony can haunt me no longer! There was but one itourse for me to follow, and I did it. I alone knew thqt my master had left his house on that night when the reception was going on. The whole miserable story wii; plain to me, but to no one else. It must have been perjury or flight, and we chose the latter, because my flight would divert suspicion. You Ain now, my lord, why I was hiding here—sty I feared to meet you l" Lord Alceeton grasped his hand firmly. " You have been a faithful servant, Neillson." he said. in an unsteady tone. "Your reward will come! May God grant it you! Good-bye I" "Good-bye, toy lord! Remember—" A huge green •rnass of water learned for • moment in the darkness and then broke over their heads. /slid Alcettett would. have clung to his companion to the end, but 24eillson'a last oat was a self-denying one. ge oast himself loose from the strong arms which enciroled him and Sung himself down into the water, and his young master. having both hands free, fell down on his face, and clung to the slippery rock. The water dashed over him and receded. Another wave was close at hand, but the moment's respite was valuable. Be Mood up and tossed off his boots and as much of the remainder of his clothing as he could. Then, without waling for the breaking wave, he plunged into the abyss of waters.  There was a singing in hi. ears, a dull buzzing in his head, and a dull, dreamy senatition stealing over him, numbing his aching limbs. and stopping all pain. He had battled with the watere it vain, and it last. half fainting with exhaustion, he had thrown tip hie arms and given in. The sea wag his master. He had fought hard for life, and be could light no longer. And this was death—this gradual dwindling away of all sensations; this hazy dreaniinese which was stealing feat over him. It was not so very terrible, after all—not half so terrible a. the struggle. He felt himself daehed against some rook, but there was no pain. Probably some bone waa broken, but he did not feel it. He war; too near death. Did every one die as easily as !hief he wondered. No part of him seemed awake save hie brain, and even that wste dolled. Memory wee busy. Scenes of hia earliest boyhood came flashing before him one after another, but he found himself 4rsaternplating them with all the languid , interest of an outsider. Was he in the world? Had he ever belonged to it? Gradually all consciouenees of hit own ideaH tity wee fading away from him. He woe quite cncl'Arted—in a vague, impersonal sort of He had an idea that he wag going iu and he was very tired. The *coney the I,etter. . . . Ah. **hock more violent than the others. It was coming now. then. Harkneea—black darkneas—a moment's ainking, and memory and sensation faded amity without a struggle