The Northern Guardian. — 1892-03-16 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

BEATRICE CHESTER;  OR WOMAN'S FORESIGHT.  4.OIAPTER LVIL  MOTHER AND SON. Time ts itt ine patiently through the whole case at Coventry; and every twee ed ing wit nese had contributed something to build up the edifice of damning evidence against Sir Wentworth Coventry. The court was crowded from floor to ceiling. It was novel sight to see a baronet accused of murder, sr something very near it, and the populace thronged every available nook and corner accordingly, and stocd outs•de in a dense crowd, far away across the marketplace, discussing in eager groups the various rumours that reached them from time to time.  They had examined every one who had been in or near the fatal wood on the day of the murder. Miss Cho ter had !worn to parting with Sir Wentworth an hour before the by Hathaway had met him. Mite Gordon swore to parting with Considine at a similar time. Then ecne Hathaway's evidence, and then the story of the glove. SOI the one thing wanted—a /dear and definite motive fcr the crime—had not yet been elicited. Only hints had oozed out—a name stolen by fraud, a great inheritance filched from its rightful possessors, and the like—and so the prisoner was remanded for a week, and bail was refused. . . _ _ _ .  Tten that which ingenuity had failed to do, Nature brought to pass; for a piercing shriek rang through the room, and a woman, dressed in black, whom we have known only as Madam F—, made her way through the crowd, and before any (no could stop her, had flue g her arms round the prisoner's neck, exclaiming ; weionately in French—" Oh, Valentin! oh, my eon ! we have met at last  An Sir Wentworth' s fashionable indifference gave way at once with a passionate impulse akin to here who sprang towards biro; he exclaimed: "My mother!" and strained her eagerly to his breast. There was a dead silt nee in the court—a silence such as follows when, in some great murder case, on which the interest of a victim is hanging. the foreman of the jury has come forward to declare the verdict; for truly the verdict in the case of Wentworth v. Considine was being silently given now. There were tears in many an eye that bad not wept for years, and many a clear manly voice was clicked by sobs at that touching scene. No one attempted to part those two. The magistrates and °dicers felt that the meeting was too sacred for them to interfere with, and the lawyers knew that the E tron gest motive for the deice' was suggested by the avowal that was then being made in silence.  Few notieed a dark man, much marked with tLa small-poz, dancing in a eorner of the court, and be knew him, as we know him, to be the Chief of the Kiva of Hearta. Re bad watched the ease wfth the closeek attention, and at times a sarca-tic smile played blot; bis lips. But when the woman wo have described apraug into Sir Wentworth's arms, and, holding him there, gar, d round upon the court with a look that rs,cnicAto pray that none would part them, then his countkad.uca changed. lie became deadly p,le ; his limbs shook beneath him ; and that brave, strong man, who bad dons degls tlsst the boldest might well liars quailed at, tremblEd likk a child.  "Oh, Heaton, it is my on !" be muttered atid harried away.