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Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1905-01-28 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

IVEIKLY GAZETTE.  the reader has already been made famear with most of them, and if my sterrtelling faculty is at fault, and I have omitted anything of importance, the reader's imagination must fill up the lacunae—for I confess I am in haste to record the happening with which I I myself had to do. 1 In a few words, then, let me dispose of things at Dierryweather-road. First, I had Lukey sent home to Bastable-square. He was in need of surgical care, as was abundantly shown when Sir Theodore Lord examined him; his shoulder was in evil case, for the Due's bullets had their noses filed down so as to expand. Poor Lukey will never be able to use his arm again, I fear; but, I don't think he cares much for that now, since his sufferings helped to attract to him a certain fair young woman's heart—but of that more anon.  Second, I had Plenderleith sent to hospital in the care of a couple of local constables. I had invoked the aid of the Superintendent of the Northern Division, and he placed at my disposal as many officers as I wanted. Third, Macglashan took charge of 195 aid 197—Mrs Stone had disappeared, of course—and was instructed to leave no stone unturned (I may as well confess that in our profession that is a general order used when we find ourselves alwolutely at the end of our tether. When everything is black, and a dead wall closes in the path we have been pursuing, " laave no stone unturned" is always the word. The public likes to hear it, and we ourselves know it means " trust to luck, and we'll muddle through somehow." Ido not write this with a cynical pen; on the contrary, I know full well that in very many cases " muddle through" is the only creed worth following). . .  Fourth, Fra-inliam was shadowing Mademoiselle Calmette and the little Julia, under the impression that they might be the bearers of the jewels. I thought I knew enough of Fra,ynham to be certain that he would never let them go, never let them leave his sigh, never let them escape him a bulldog for tenacity, a bloodhound for keenness. These things in train, I returned to the Yard with the intention of setting Willingale after the Duc. Poor Willingale! He was completely demoralised. Gorringe believed that my visitor was the murderer of ffoulkesAbney ; beard and moustache were gone, but eyes and nose were the same as in the photographic enlargement made from the Bean's eye; and accordingly he did not spare his vocabulary when Willingale returned from the Foreign Office. A quiet man is Gorringe, with a sarcastic tongue and a choiceness of stinging phrase that would make him feared were he a politician. "Ah ! well," baid Gorringe, as he came near the end of his lava-flow of contempt, "I leave you to make your peace with Sir Nigel. What I've called you is only the overture; just you wait
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1905-12-16 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.  Philip Ford, who later succeeds to his brother's baronetcy and estates, has a curious adventure at Monte Carle, when he is nearly the victim of a murderous attack made upon him by a young girl he had noticed at the gaming tables earlier on. Next morning he hears that a murder had actually taken place in the Casino grounds, and that the man strongly resembles himself. He is called away by a telegram announcing his brother's sudden death before he has time to make known bissuspicions about the crime. A few months later Sir Philip Ford pays a visit to his old friend, Alan Thurston, who has just returned from his honeymoon. He finds that NIB Owen and her daughter Doris are fellow-guests—much to his surprise, because Doris had been jilted by Alan when he married the girl now his wife. At dinner Sir Philip meets his hostess and recognises her as the woman who had committed .the crime at Monte Carlo. She, however, denies all knowledge of the place or of him. Next day Doris Owen has a conversation with Sir Philip, in the course of which she tells him that her presence in that house is entirely owing to her mother's wishes. He makes a Plan jiy which she can leave that day, and promises to silence all her mother's objections. This he is able to do, and Doris goes away to be governess in the family of the Rector of Baynham, Sir Philip's own palish. To Mrs Thurston the option was given of having her story told to her husband or of leaviziF during the afternoon. She is still in the house when Sir Philip returns from the station, and when Alan arrives on the scene she plays her cards ID well that there is a fight between the two men. The story shifts to the rectory garden, where Doris Owen is playing tennis with the children, while Sir Philip and the Rector looked on. During a walk, later in the evening, Sir Philip persuades Doris to Pay a visit to his house accompanied by the Rector's wife. Mrs Thurston and Seymour, a shady individual with whom she is mixed up, concoct a plan to murder Alan Thurston, her husband, so that the blame will fall upon Doris Owen.. Alan receives a letter in Doris Owen's writing making an aPpointment for him to meet her in the summerat Baynham Rectory. He sends a telegram in reply, and goes to keep the tryst. Doris thinks it is a sort of joke when she gets the telegram, but goes to see if Thurston is really there. Philip Ford beet, them both, and presently quarrelling is heard, fld Doris threatens to kill Thurston. Ford and The Rector go to the summer-house and find Alan 'Aug there, but when they return with help he has orlehed, leeving no trace. Mrs Thufston's acanplioee discusi the mystery of Alan Thurston's dift,Prwananoe, which is as strange to them as to fund and the Rester. While Lord Ifield and his Netiew Are breakfasting next morning, a visitor is illumullood, who inkroduces hereon as hum Nocrah •
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1905-03-11 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

LOVE STORIES TOLD IN COURT. * * * * * By D. J. * * * ******************************* *  picturesque reporters describe her as a very handsome woman. She had bright golden hair, which she wore in short curls. She had a good mouth, we are told, full lips, a rather long nose, and light grey eyes. She was dressed in deep mourning. Her daughter, a very pretty little girl of nine, sat near her, and so did her mother, who, however, is described as a rather unprepossessing woman. The case was opened by Mr Harry Byrne, the prosecuting attorney for San Francisco, who appeared for the prosecution with Mr Campbell, one of the foremost advocates of the Californian bar, and it seemed to be absolutely conclusive. Mrs Fair had been seen to fire the shot by Parker Crittenden, and he and other witnesses gave evidence of that fact. It was proved by a gunsmith that she had bought the revolver with which she had committed the crime only four days before. A furniture-dealer proved that some weeks before the murder he told Mrs Fair that Crittenden had ordered him to furnish a house for his wife, who was coming from the Eastern States to join him. At first Mrs Fair seemed not to believe him, and then she had said that Crittenden had promised that his wife should not return to the State. "If she does," she said, "one of us three will have to die." The fact that the prisoner had a motive for committing the crime, made preparations for committing it, and did commit it, was proved without doubt. It, however, soon became clear, when the defence was opened, that it relied on anything rather than on the facts. The prisoner was a beautiful woman, she had loved passionately, and when her love was slighted she had, as a high-spirited Californian, been compelled to shoot down the man she loved. That was the real defence, but it had to be put in a more or less legal form, and the form adopted was that Mrs Fair was subject to hysteria, and that bar feelings had been so worked upon by Mr Crittenden's falseness that she became temporarily insane, and was not accountable for her actions when she shot him. The State of California was many years before England in the reform of the law which allowed prisoners to give evidence. In 1871 this was possible, and Mrs Fair's evidence and crossexamination was the most sensational part of the case. After the opening she was called, but at that time only to produce the letters she had received from Mr Crittenden. She had them in her hand, and had brought them to use for her defence, but when she was asked for them she saw an opportunity for an effective scene. "They are mine—they are mine!" she cried, "written to me up to a few days before he died."  Then the prosecution objected to these letters: they had nothing to de with the charge against Mrs Fair. The counsel for the prisoner, on the other hand, argued that as Mrs Fair had been driven into temporary insanity by the conduct of Mr Crittenden, every detail of the relations between him and Mrs Fair was relevant. The matter was argued at very great length, and eventually the letters were allowed.
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1912-09-14 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

REMINISCENCE OF THE IRISH FAMINE.  Iti the matter of food, the poor have very strong prejudices, and give but a sour reception to any novelty. It may be taken for granted that were some philanthropist to elaborate a scheme for the scientific utilisation of part of what is now thrown away in the raarkets of the great cities, he would meet with a precisely similar fate to that which .befel Francois Soyer sixty years ago. The story is very instructive, and deserves to he recalled.  Soyer, who, if ever anybody did, so well merited the title of "culinary artist," was in 1848 at the head of the kitchen department in the London Reform Club. At that time the famine was raging in Ireland. Soyer declared he know a method of checking it, and, with the authorisation of the English Government, he established a great people's kitchen in one of the Dublin squares. At the inaugural ceremony aai enormous crowd were present, including all the principal inhabitants of the Irish capital, presided over by the Archbishop and the Viceroy in person. There was a great circular table plentifully furnished with soup plates and spoons. In the centre were eight huge soup tureens, each containing a different kind of soup, the savoury aroma of which filled all the neighbouring streets. Above each tureen was a big board, on which i was printed the name of the soup--onion, pea, mutton broth, cabbage, bean, lentil, and so on. Everybody who tasted the soup acknowledged it was delicious, and day after day saw an interminable procession of hunger-stricken people approach the table. This went on for about a month, during which Soyer wa,s the hero of the day. Banquets were given in his honour, and he was even bidden as a guest to the Viceroy's own table. The poor with one accord called down blessings on his head; for them he was the Messiah, whose ooming had saved them from starvation. Parliament was en the eve of passing a law to establish similar kitchens in all the districts where the famine prevailed, when Soyer had the unlucky idea to publish a pamphlet, in which he laid bare all the details of the composition of his famous soups, being at great pains to explain what a small quantity of meat was required, and for some of the soups none at all. Immediately there arose in the Press and elsewhere the most infernal hullabaloo. The Opposition newspapers declared with much show of learned argument that such soups, so far from being nourishing, could only ruin the health, and might in all probability provoke dangerous and even mortal diseases. From this to the theory that England had invented this murderous kind of food---which was to pacify Ireland by getting rid, i.n a deoent manner, of thousands of starviniz men and women, who were the eanse of such anxiety and public expenee--wa.s only a step naturally. And the step wa,l soon taken. So terrific grew the popular reseetnient that Sever had to clandestinely inn :nit of Irehind in order to escape being iyil .711 d George Ford, ?..6, Lorne-street, Stocktc-!1.  "
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1903-01-17 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER XX.  At about the same hour when Lord Fu:Hord put his pride on one side and mounted the narrow staircase leading to Mr Bamford's office, Lady Mary Stratford was engaged in a serious conversation with her daughter. Flora Beatrice was as beeomingly dressed, her hair as daintily arranged as ever. Her pose in one of the luxurious armchairs of her mother's boudoir was as perfect and graceful as was her wont, and her face seemingly was as placid as it had ever been. But a close observer would have noted that there was a deeper shadow than usual under the long lashes which gave those great lustrous eyes, that had been compared by enthusiastic admirers to the green depths of the sea, a look of fatigue and oven anxiety. For the first time in her life Flora Beatrice was perplexed; for the first time in her life she had been seized with the desire for other counsel bmides her own. Her mother on the whole seemed the best person to select for the expression of such counsel; and the independent spirit of the noted beauty had made a conoession to filial deference, and was temporarily engaged in listening attentively. The morning's copy of "The Timm" was in her hand and she had just finished reading the last of an interesting report contained therein. "My dear child," said Lady Mary, I quite agree with you that your position is one of extreme delicacy, and I don't wonder that you are a little puzzled how to act. But tell me— do you care for Lord Ileslington ?" "Care for him, mother ?" ejaculated Flora Beatrice' with a shrug of the shoulders. ''What makes you ask such an extraordinary question F"  "Because it seems to me that in the reply lies the whole answer to the problem. If you care for him you will not wish to turn your back on him at such a critical moment."  Again Flora Beta.trice shrugged her dainty shoulders.  " Mother, dear," she said impatiently, "you are entirely losing sight of the one all-important point by stopping to consider trifles. My caring or not caring can have nothing to do with tho cage. You do not propose I imagine that I should formally declare my engagement with Lord Heslington, at a moment when a charge of murder is about to be preferred against him?" "No, but---" "Nor do you propose, I take it, that I should marry him, if he turned out not to be the heir to the Earldom of Fulford, but some nameless changeling without title or wealth?"  "No, certainly not!" was Lady Mary's emphatic reply.  "Well, ihen, I -co-me back to my original point, from which you have chosen to deviate with such charming yet purposeless ebullition of sentiment, Should I formally signify his oongo to Lord Hetslington to-day, or wait until events have become more marked even than they are now?"  "Is it 'necessary to signify to Lord Ileislington an actual formal cange ? There was no official engagement between you."  Til;re WAS a tacit engagement, acknowledged and known by everybody." " There is a very simple way of breaking off an engagement.. In your ease it seems to me the, only feasible one which in no way touches your dignity." " A.nd that jar'
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1903-01-17 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

WIIISE .IW,  SYNOPSIS. Th.e story opens with a "misunderstanding" between two lovers; the girl, in :irder to pique the man she really lovos, gives hem) to Dick Robinson, a .younig eallor just starting on board the Hecuba for San Francieco. A shipwreck on the south coast brings -earth the heroic qualities of the real lover, but though weeks pass on he does not. seek reconciliation. The Hecuba loses its captain, and Jake Foster takes his place. The ship is wrecked on an uninhabited island; all lives are saved and the main cargo among which are six huge boxiao of gold. 'Pho crew decide to stop in the island for some years in the hepo of auProPriating the treasure (which they eancoal), and they pass strinvia laws to meet cases of desertion, etc. Nevertheless Dick Robinson, who wants to be home, sighting a ship signals and rows out in fi:oo of Jake Foster's threats.  CHAPTER V THE Esti A l'E.  When ja.ke Foster had fired his two shots he was obliged to reload and this took him some time. The interval allowed Robinson to gain fifty yards, and 'he next two shots fell short. The steamer was still a mile away. At sound of the shooting he had let up a strident whistling as though to warn all parties that she was coming arid would expect an explanation of the affair. .1 11.4  _ s Dick reached the big vessel he caught sight of the Heettba's secoed boat sweeping round into open water in pur,,uit of him. They had not been long in hunting up the oars, then. A rope ladder was thrown over the side cf the big ship and Dick climbed aboard. Someone in he small boat fired a shot at him au he shinned up. A voice from the deck of the steamer angrihi bode the shooter " Stow that, or he'd blow the while holly boat out oi the water." " Take your gun.., halfa-dozen of you," he added in a lower And if that idiot fires again, shoot him down—we can't have bullels flying bout here prontisetiously.'' The shot was a fortunate thing for Dick, a:-.; it happened, for it.put the steamer folk an his side, from the first. One of the ship's officers greeted the refugee as he climbed panting on deck.  "Now then, what's all this—who are you, and what the devil have you done to set those fellows firing 9" "For God's sake don't let the.m ewe oboard---don't let them nab me—they'll murder me if you do," Dick panted. I've don.e no harm."  "Who are you then, man, come-don't stand and shiyk,r, tell us what's lin: they sha'n't touch you till we know the rights of it." _  "We're a ship-wrecked crew, and I'm the only one that wants to be taken off the island; they won't let me go for fear (11(.y're forced to go too, and they Want to stay," Dick exclaimed panting. "Why do they want to stay?" asked the officer, but his speech was interrupted. At this moment a. man in the bows of the small boat fired a second shot. The bullet grazed Robinson's forearms
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1903-01-17 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

NORTHERN WEEKLY GAZETTE.  Author of "A Boyar of the Terrible," etc., etc.  but in an instant on of the steamer's crew shot the fellow dead, and he fell over into tho water, rifle and all. The boat dashed up to the ship's side, but the officer bade the crew keep off. "We can't have a boat-load of raving idiots le loose on deck," he said—" What do you want with this chap —what's he done, and who the devil are you?"  "He's violating his solemn oath to stay on the island like the rest of us until we give him leave to go"; shouted the bosun; from the stern sheets. "We have our laws in the Wand and he's broken them; we're a little republic here and don't want no outside interference."  "That means you've been up to some infernal work, I'll be bound," said the ship's officer; "Mutinied, I suppose, and murdered your skipper and so forth. This will have to be inquired into, my friend.'  " The.skipper's alive and well on the island, and 50.3 the two mates; we aren't forced to be taken off the island, I suppose, if we prefer to stay; you can't force us.'  "That depends, my friend. To sttart with, what's the name of your ship and where is she?'  " The Three Brothers, and she's gone to the bottom this two years or more with all she had on board except twentysix chaps, officers and crew, what was saved in these two boats."  "How came you by the Hecuba's boats then, my man? Come, you're lying very stupidly; you should have scraped the names off. Go back to your island; we shall take this fellow with us, since he is anxious to go; but be sure there'll be enquiries." "Well, I'll just tell that darned fool there before we go," shouted the bosun, "_that if he gets. telling any of his lies  about us he won't get off sot-free; he won't any way, let him be sure of that, even though he may have escaped for now. You'll be big fools if you believe a word he says, for he's the greatest liar that ever chewed a quid; he was the only bad 'un in the ship, and we're d---well rid of him, except that he'll tell you lies about us and try to get us into trouble." With this fulmination the bosun addressed a string of unrecordable re/narks to Dick Robinson, after which he bade his crow put the boat about and row back to the island. The officer laughed and waved his hand. " They seem fond of you, those chaps," he said. "Come now, the truth, what have they been up to and what have you done'?"  "They've done no harm that I know of," said Dick, "nor have I. They want a rest and made a law they wouldn't go back to work for three years. I disagreed and ran away at the first opportunity, and that's the truth as I live by bread." "Lard, what an innocent lot you all are, if we're to believe you; you should call your island "Innocence Island as
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1903-08-29 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

ASKED MYSELF IF THIS PERSON INTENDED TO INSULT ME.  tation, simultaneowsly put down his. He returned the look with whioh I favoured him. But to that I was indifferent. I continued intently to study his cuunten&nee, asking myself when, and where, be fore our meeting in that carriage, I had encountered him bcfore.  He looked a gentleman. I was prepared to admit that he -vas a gentleman. He had about him that indefinable something whirls the trained iyhserver inevitably associates with his idea of a gentleman. He Witii probably between thirty and forty years of age. He was good-looking, with a long, !sallow. oval face, which was innocent of moustache and whiskers, and a very curious mouth and chin. I think it was the pecularity of that mouth and chin which impressed one with the consciousness that he might not be an agreeable man to quarrel with. There W.lB something about the formation of the lower part of his fak,a, which was suggestive--though only to my imagination, perhalps--of eool, calculating, unflinching cruelty. I say that this might have been a suggestion of my imagination, but his eyes conveyed not merely a, suggestion, but an absolute eertainty. They were the most beautiful eyes which I had ever seen. They were large, and Meek—jet black and deep, so deep that it seemed impossible to penetrate their depths. The pipits had a ourioos trick of dilation, like a cut's. They were large at first, and seemed to gleam with light. As yeti observed them they grew perceptibly smaller, until bat a point remained—a i•ocint of light. No  wae in his eyes. The pupils grew and grew, until they glared at me more like a wild beast than like a man. I drew back in my seat, stifling an exclamation. There mild be no doubt whatever that murder was in the ingui's eyes: that he was ms.d.  I lost him when we reached Harwich. 1 went at on to the Antwerp boat. The night was glcnious. I remained on deck while the boat was being oast from her moorings, after she was cut in the river, after she wae out in the sea. I had no desire for a cabin. I did not trouble my. self even to secure a berth; I had no desire for slumber. I, of cow-se, was consciaus that, in my peculiar circumstances, sleep was a factor not to be neglected. Without a proper amount of sleep a man's nervous system is bound to suffer, and when his nervous system suffers the man suffers altogether; be loses perfect control of his mental faculties. To keep perfect outrol of my mental faculties was, to one in my position, literally a question of life or death. It is, I firmly believe, only when a man loses perfect control of his mental faculties that the police score what they °all their successes.  Therefore, to me, a proper amount ci sleep was indispensable. But, at the same time, I was aware of what was the exact amount I did require, and I knew that I wanted none just then. I was in no mood for slumber. I was in a mood to enjoy the perfect night, the fresh breezes, and the smell of the 'sea. And I was in a mood, after a while, to think—of Alan Foater.