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Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1914-04-18 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

DESERT SHIP.  BY FRED M. WHITE.  LTHAM smote the chart lying on the bark of a fallen mimosa angrily. " We've made no mistake. Hilton," he said; it's that infernal chart that's wrong. back my instruments  against any that ever came out of Greenwich. I've figured out our position to an inch. According to mathematical formula, we should now be sailing over eighty fathoms of water. We should be within a mile of. the treasure ship. As it is, we are two leagues from the sea, and on firm, hard ground whichever we go." It's certainly very exasperating," George Hilton murmured. "It's maddening!" Feltham went on. Who ever heard of a ship in the mithlle of an island':' These treasure ships are never found except in a boy's story, though a good many fools like ourselves have sunk hard money looking for them. But, dash it pH, one does c!,pect to nd the ocean where the ship has gone down—not a solid chunk of land like this!"  Hilton murmured something to the effect that he gave it up. He and Reggie Feltham had been unfortunate from the iirst. They had embarked every penny they could rake together in this venture of the sunken treasure, inspired in the first instance by an old chart and cipher. which had originally been in the possession of Admiral Sir Amvaskhan). in the good old days when the Spanish Main had been the field. so to speak, of considerable profit to Elizabethan commanders. The founder of the Feltham fortunes, regarded in the light of romance, was a picturesque figure enough, but he had been a murderous old pirate, all the same. fle left behind him considerable property, and inter alia the cipher and chart that was the cause of all the present mischief.  Unhappily, the march of civilisation was responsible for a generation that looked coldly upon the profession of buccaneering, and of recent years the Felton fortunes had waned. Mere was Yen little now beyond that old family mansion and the old family pride. S',o when it had occurred to George Hilton to ask the head of the house for the hand of his daughter Alys. there had been what the early dramatists called "alarms and excursions," followed by the disgrace of a young vouple and a tearful parting under one of the hundred and fifty oaks in which Charles IT. supposed to have hidden himself upon occasion—not necessarily Boscolid.  George Hilton was young. he was in love, fie had the command of two thousand pounds. plus expectations from a distant---a very distant relative. Here was a chance to show Alvs and Sir Gregory Feltham what he was made of. He had seen the cipher and the (hart, to que:,Gen which, at Feltham Court, was flat blasphemy. The mere suggestion of the scheme was sufficient for Reggie eltham. Anything was better than loafing about at home with hardly the price of a gun license in his pocket. It was all very well to have the old house and all that loc•ely furniture, to say nothing of the pictures. but it was impossible to live on the contemplation ot :hose treasures  aye ) wi• F /v,
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1914-01-10 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THE CAVES OF FIFE.  All countries possess caves of romantic and often of historic interest. These wonderful formations have sheltered the wanderers of the earth, have hidden the lawbreaker and the patriot, and have often formed links in the history of the world. Fife has not a few of these hollow chambers on its coastline. Scattered among the beautiful rocky scaurs of Dysart, East Wemyss, and Pittenwoem, we comm on spacious caves. Information from the residents about them is somewhat meagre, as are ;dm historic references, but there is alw:  s come.  thing still to be said and somethiy)g written about all things.  The first I propose to touch on is at the west end of Pittonweern. It has a Nina!l vntrance arid a natural window in the rock. I was told by the fisher folk that it was a haunt of smugglers. The save entrance was closed with a gate, and I had not time to ask or bunt for the key, but I road that it consists of two apartments and a well, and that it was connected by stairs and passages with the old priory above, which dates back to the twelfth century, and that Pittenweem was called after it, viz., "The settlement of the cave."  Halfway up the face of the precipitous rock at the east end of Ea,rlsferry is a fine care called " Macduff's." where it is said the -Thane of Fife" hid from Macbeth.  At Donnybristle there is a subterranean passage to the sea. which at one time had an opening at the shore. I have never seen it, though I know the coast there pretty well Down this passage we read "The Bonny Earl of Moray fled for his life, but all in vain: he was murdered on the shore by the head of the Gordon clan, Lord Huntly, and others.  But by far the most wonderful caves are in the vicinity of East Wemyss. Haring stayed there on holiday, I know them well. A grand cave is what is called "The Court Cave," where it is said "The Courts of Barony " were held. Here also the "Guidman of Ballangeich" found shelter with the gypsies. The cave is high and commodious. I was particularly struck with the way it was honeycombed at each end with shelving cut out of the rock, for what purpose I cannot imagine. Some of your readers may be able to enlighten us on the subject.  Another very grand cave is (-ailed the "Doe Cave," lighted from pigeon boles in the cliff above. There are 'strange characters traced on the walls of these caves—dragons, snakee, crosses, circles, etc.—and some have paved floors and rock seats. One of the finest is known as the "Glasswork Care,” which seems to have got this name in connection with the manufacture of bottles and window glass carried on inside. This cave is very imposing. It has three archway entrances facing to the east, west, and south. It is one hundred feet high and pierced by a shaft. above. There are other caves, but the entrances are very small, and KY did act venture in.—Jahzt licKay, 72, Annetiberne*
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1899-04-15 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THE. rZAR OF RFSBIA,  ' who was possessed of noble Christian sentiments, and had given voice to a magnificent peace proposal, but who woe being so misled and deceived by the wicked men around him that at this very moment he was destroying the liberties of Finland. There was that infamous ecoundrel and murderer of the human ntoe still occupying the Turkish throne, and the Emperor of Germany had negraded himself by being his visitor and by allowing the ecoundrel tc touch the hand of his wife. tie could ouite understand that the poet William Watson should have lost his belief In God after such horrors as had been perpetrated by Turkey, and for which we weNi partly responsible. in India there was the opium traffic with China, and at home the Law Courts had given a decision in favour of the iniquitous bookmaker. There was the liquor 'hops open on Sunday, and although it was eaid that Englishmen would never be slaves. they were at this moment the abject slaves of think. Then the wicked proprietors of the "Daily Telegraph" and "Daily Mail" were going to destroy the Lord's Day by the publication of Sunday I editions. Christian folk throughout the land ehould never again spend a penny on a "Daily 'relegreph" or a halfpenny on a "Daily Mail" until the proprietors had fomented before God 1 for their wickedness.  WE TALKED ABOUT AN EMELT HOER DAT, for the workman, and at the same time people were contemplating a seven days' newspaper, and were going to epoil the sanctity of the Sabbath by the circulation of the frivolities of the pollee and divorce oourts. This was a most serious attack on the sacred birthright of the poor. He was astonished by reading an advertise ment in the "Time," to the effect that the Dean of Norwich was going to contribute an artiole to the Sunday edition of the " Daily Mail." If that was true, then he was a disgraoe to MLProfeesion. In further observations the Rev. Hugh Price Hughes referred to the Chelsea Institute, and said that any science that went in for inI formation at the expense of inflicting torture I upon helpless creatures was the science of hell. It would be seen, therefore, that he did not cry !" peace' peace" when there was no peace, and he watsalive to all the inventions of the devil and his servants. But of this he was certain, that these great Babylon, of lust, and jealousy, and iniquity would fall in one day. Napoleon 111. said that "Not a gun shall be fired in Europe without my permission," but he died by the spear of a savage in Africa. The bookmalier.the liquorseller, the torturer of dumb animals, and the buffoon would all be swept away in an avalanche of Divine wrath, and the meek and the humble would inherit the earth. Concluding, the rev. gentleman returned to the subject of Ms text. and urged upon his congregation to seize the chances of personal salvation offered through the death and ressurection of Christ —Subsequently lan after-meeting was held.  1113IROD'S
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1899-02-04 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

INADEQUATE SENTENCES.  The following is a copy of the memoral signed by Mrs M'Laren, Newington House, Edinburgh, and others, which has been addressed to the Home Secretary:—  The respectful memorial of the committee of the Edinburgh National Society for Women's Suffrage showeth that the serious increase in assaults upon wives, and upon women and girls generally, and other forms of outrages upon them, together with the totally inadequate sentences passed upon such offenders as are convicted, have caused widespread indignation among women, and have led your memorialists, after much consideration, to bring the subjeet under your 'loth*, with a view to.obtainizig an alteration in the law.  That it is evident that very little is thought of even murderous &Faults upon wives and mothers, by either magistrates or by the Press, as is shown by the light tentences.paseed, and by such niewspaper headings as—" Hard Sentence," or "A Sharp Sentience," when sixty drays' imprisonment LIS been ordered.  That such a sentence for a serious assault upon a wife can scarcely be regarded either as a punishment or a deterrent, and ht nothing ccmpared with that the poor wife has to stiffer in expeation of what may be her fate when her vindictive torturer is allowed to return to her.  That where the assaulte ar—e-.Zat are legally callei merely common arsaults, the sentence,: are usually trifling in the extreme, anri are generally • fine of a nominal amount.  That a drastic olifinge in the law is required, both for the protm•tion of women and to create • better public opinion among men. That your memorialists remember that when garrotting was a frequent crime. it remained for • considerable period diminution. But a strenuous effort was made to grapple with it, and the punionient of Bogging was resorted to, the result being that the crime gradually has ceased to exist. Your memorialista are, therefore, reluctantly compelled to urge that similar punishment nhould be meted out to those who oommit assaults upon women, and they believe that such punishmesit, marking the sense of public opinion on this elan, of mime, would gradually reduce its froq.ueney. .  That your memorialists have seen a letter from an English Judge to the effect that flogging is such a .4.iirious sentence that a man could not hold up his head in society after it, but they would point out that that learned Judge did not consider the shame of an outraged woman, nor how a criminal asrault might interfere with her future well-being, and her position in whatever rank of life the might be placed. Your memorialists believe that many Judges are of opinion that this terrible evil can only be adequately dealt with by flogging the criminals, and that it will prove to be the only deterrent power to bring about more self-control as regards these shameful acts towards women. Wherefore your memorialists pray that such measures may be taken as are necessary to enable this punishment to be given, and that the terrors of the law may be held up before the law-breakers so as to ensure protection to women.  THE WORLD'S GREATEST
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1899-07-08 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

SALTING UN IN."  Some years ago a gentleman, mounted on a , horse, set out in order to cross the Dirtmoor. Though thaw had set in, yet it had not melted the snow-heaps, and our traveller got on lowly, and towards evening it froze again. The shades of evening came on. with vapour rind mist. To reach Tavistock that night he knew would be impossible, as a fresh snowstorm began to fall. To stay out all night would be certain death. It was, therfore. with no small satisfaction that he saw at a distance a cottage partially c, vcred with snow, and it was not long before he reached it. He dismounted, and the door was an,wered by an old woman. He entered and saw a stmdy peasant, the woituanye eon, who sat smoking his pipe beside a blazing peat fire. The strallusr's wants wore on made known ; an old outhouse accommodated his horse, and the son gave op his bed, adding that he would sleep on the old settle by the chimney corner. After supper he Was shown to his room, where there was a large oak chest, very old and curious, so much PO as to , cause him to remark upon it to the old womr.n, who had lighted him up stairs, and he could not help observing something shy and odd abent her manner. After she had gene down he felt inclined to peep into the chest, but he forbore, and went to bed. He felt cold and miserable, and could not sleep. The old chest haunted him ; a hollow sound, as if behind his bed's head, suddenly startled him, and as he raised himself in his bed the first thing he PRW was the chest. There it lay in the silvery silence of the moonlight :his fears gave action to the inanimate thing. and at length he fancied the lid of the dust , began to move. Starting from his bed, he grasped the lid of the chest and raised it up. Imagine his feelings of horror when he beheld a human corpse. stiff and cold. One thought during the lest of the night possessed him—that he Was in the honse of murderers! These was no tseape. He thanaod find when morning came. Ou coming down stairs he found the old wesnan and her son preparing breakfast. They hoped " his hoenur " had peeled a good night, and bade him eat his broak. fast, consisting of broiled baeom.the eon ehiming  th.ut mother "WV: re' honed a good 'un at rafting!' He enjoyed his breakfut. gud recovered hia fright, and pist av the old woman was btoiling hint another rasher .he summoned up coinage to discicae the regret of the oak chest, and asked for an explanation. "Incas your heart, your honour, it'r nothing at all." said the young man: "s' only fayther!" " Father! your father t' said the traveller; " what do you mean?" " Why. jou see, your honour, the snow being so thivk and the roads so cledgey like, when old fayther died two r weeks appne, we couldn't carry on to Travis. lock to billy mi. so mother put un in the old box. and sailed un"Ti's traveller's breakfast was spo:led.  A
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1899-04-29 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

SPEECHES TO PARLIAMENT. Is it ingenuous to ask liberty, and not to give it? What greater hypocrisy than for those who were oppressed by the Bishops to become the greater oppressors themselves, so soon as Meer yoke was removed? I am speaking as to my judgment against making Government hereditary. To have sieq chosen, for their love to God, and to Truth mal Justice; end not to have it hereditary. Par as it is in the Ecclesiates "Who knoweth whether be may beget a fool or a wise man?" And what are all our histories, and other traditions of actions in former times, but God manifesting Himself, that He bath shaken, and tumbled down and trampled upon, everythhag that He bath not planted? I have borne my reproach; but I have, throttim God's mercy, not been unhappy in hindering any one religion to impose upon another. The mind is the man. If that be kept pure, a man signifies somewhat; if not, I would very fain see what difference these is betwixt him and • beast. He bath only some activity to do some more mischief. The truth of it is, there are wicked and abominable laws, which it will be in your power to alter. To hang a man for eix and eightpenoe, and I know not what; to hang for a trifle, and acquit murder I —is in the miniatration of the law, through the ill-framing of it. I I have a little faith; I have a little lived by faith, and therein I may be bold. When we are brought into the right way, we shall be merciful as well as orthodox. And in that, so far es I can, I am reedy to serve not as • king, but as • constable. For truly 1 have, as before God, often thought that I could not tell what my business was, nor what I was in I the place I snood in, save comparing myself to • good constable set to keep the peace of the pariah. And therefore, I say, if the wisdom of this Parliament—l speak this not vainly or as a fool, but as to God—if the wisdom of this Parliament should have found a way to settle the interests of this nation, upon the foundations of pieties and truth and liberty to the people of God, and ornoernments of man an Englishmen, I would have lain at their feet, or at anybody elm's feet, that things might have run in suoh a current I look upon this to be the great duty of my place ; as being vet on a watch-tower, to see what may be for the good of these nations, and what may be for the preventing if eviL What is that which poseesseth every mot! Whet is it? That every met may be uppernet Misrule is better than no rule; and an ill Government, a bad Government, is better thee none. _ .  I oan say in the preaenoe of God, in compFi, son with whom we are but little poor creepani ants upon this earth. I would have been glad te have lived under any woodaide, to have kept Hoek of sheep matter than undertake Buda Government aa this,   \
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1896-08-22 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THE TOWER OF LONDON. There ig hardly any building in the world which appeals to the imagination of the English-speaking race 80 forcibly as the Tower of London. Fortunately, modern improvements, involving the clearing away of ancient edifices. have left "Julius Ciesar's ill-erected tower" practically uutouched: and thus it remains to this day a monument and epitome of English history which i ,would be difficult to match. Why the authorities who regulate the admission of the public to the veuerable fortress should do their best to deprive their visits of anyinterest seems somewhat inexplicable. It might have been supposed that, having this priceless historical gem in their keeping, they would be only too delighted to see crowds of Englishmen and Englishwomen penetrating into every nook and corner of it, and calling up in their minds the scenes which the grim walls have witnessed in bygone days. It is surely absurd that some of the most interesting portions of the building should be absolutely closed to the public. The Bloody Tower is inaccessible, for example, and has been utilised for the accommodation of a warder. That tower, as everybody knows, derives It its name from the fact that it is the traditional soene of the murder of the young Princes Edward and Richard. Its gateway boasts a portcullis, one of the very few still remaining in England which can be described as in working order. Still it would not be for the sake of the portcullis so much as for the associations with the tragic fate of the murdered Princes that visitors come from far and near to gain entrance to that place of evil name. The warders must, no doubt, be housed somewhere, but is there any reason why they should turn historic buildings into sleeping and living rooms for themselves and their families? There is no part of the Tower which has acquired a more melancholy fame, and which—in the old , days—used to be eyed by visitors with more sincere interest, than the steps under which the bodies of the Princes were buried. Yet that secret and ignoble place of sepulture is now no , longer considered to be of any historical importance. The Bloody Tower is by no means the only portion of the edifice which is shut against the intrusion of unhallowed feet. Why in the name of common sense should the cell of Sir Walter Raleigh, toe room where he solaced his imprisonment by writing his "History of the World." be considered as one which the profane foot should not be allowed to traverse? "Nobody but my father would keep such a bird in such a cage,' was the exclamation of young Prince Charles after he had paid a visit to the illustrious State prisoner, and felt all the charm of his chivalrous personality. Nobody but an official would prevent the modern public, to whom Sir Walter is one of the most attractive characters in the whole range of British history, from beholding the dark and wretched dungeon which once contained the splendid courtier of Queen Elizabeth.
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1896-08-08 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER 11. WHO IS THIS WOMAN? They paused uddenly. There was no opening, no end .to the. route evidently, so far as Allan  Mansfield could see; but li strange guides stopped, not with the uncertainty. of those who  not or were uncertain_of their road, but as  though this were the end of their way. All was darkness. Not a ray of light snvwhere, look as one would-- No, stay! Was that a light yonder where the darkness had seemed 80 dense but  the moment before? The shadows were so deep that there was not visible any object to make it darker, but this square of light proved that there must be some building at hand with a light within._ Whether a house or an inn, or ashed as  he rendezvous of thieves and murderers, he could  not tell. He would know soon enough. The man at the bridle-rein evidently had no doubt of his vicinity, for he still kept his hold upon the rein as be stepped forward, and struck with the butt of his revolver what mua. he the door of a dwelling. There was no immediate response. and a muttered curse escaped his lips as once more he knocked, this time with considerable violence. The door opened then, and t woman appeared, shielding her eyes with one hand from the darkness, the soft lamplight at her ba,ck showing the slender, graceful outlines of hr form.  The man swore at her in an undertone, as he pushed with his boot the door wider ore" and then turned to the young man still in the saddle.  "It's time you got down outen that!" he said, in a gruff voice, not the free and easy bravado of the style he had previously used toward his prisoner. "This is yer destination till sech time as we think it's best for you to skeedaddle. Didn't think you'd Mit into no sech hotel, did ye, when ye lit outen ther town yonder?" He laughed roughly at hi. 3 coarse joke, and eyed the young man as be threw one leg lightly ever the saddle-bow and sprang down to the ground... .  Anything almost was preferable to that silent, mysterious ride though the darkness. Reality was better than apprehension. The appearance of the woman in the doorway gave him hope. There could not be utter deviltry there if a woman was among them. He had such faith in women since he had known Edith_Hallston.  "Take the critter away, Bill," the rough man said, as he preceded the other into the house, though the other knew full well he must follow. "Ye can set down in hyar for awhile," he added to Allan, as he strode though the room toward a door beyond. "An' you can git us supper, my woman!" He turned in the doorway to deliver this message at the woman who had opened the door for them, and then vanished beyond, closing the door behind them. But Allan was not deceived. He was pretty certain there could no words pass between himself and the woman but others would hear.  The woman placed a chair beside the fire of logs on the wide hearth, for the evening air of that woodland was cold, and motioned him to seat himself. She did not once lift her face full to the light, but the outline, as he could catch it in the uncertain light, was clear and delicate, though touched with an infinite