Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1903-06-12 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

PENDLE FORESTER."  • • •  TH "GOWDEN EAGLE' (Continued). Susan loolet up at her fayther in a frectend sooert o way, an in a little shudder. "Decad," Timothy Jackson repeated, "hut heaw he deed titer noabdy seemd to know. Ther an inquest held, an titer what's cawld a postmortem examination med, but what ud caused Sir Dingle's deeath puzzled iyerybody. Th gurt doctors an specialists ut wur sent for fra London., Manchester, an Glasgow, awl towd th same tale, an that wur, ut icrry organ i th body WUr perfectly: seawnd, th muscles bein rarry mitoh contracted, an that. wur awl. Neaw, as it ! LaPPe'nd, it wur weel known ut Sir 'Dingle! Biffe s pet hobby wur chemistry, an it wur ! !soon whisperd among certan gos,ips ut th !baronet knew th secret or a certa.n poison !at cud bi administerd heawt lecarin ony trace behind. It wur thowt In he'd bin feudally botherd an worried wi his political affairs ut th toirne, an ut he'd commitect suicide.  • • •  "anyway, th best doctors ut brass cud fetch wur baffled, an his friends offerd. a reward to onybody of cud disprove ut it wur a casc o suicide, an show ut he'd bin murdird. Tiler lots tried, but noabdy addled tit twelve hundert peawnd, net to mention th double ameavrnt promised, iv th murderors WUT feawnd eawt an browt to Justice. I fact, Susan, aw nobbut read tother day ut th reward still howda good, an aw're nos deawt ut iv a chap cud mek th case eawt. to hi one o wilful murder wi a bit o solid proof, he'd bi ined into a rich mon for th rest ov his days."  Su.sam tvur varrp thowtful for a whone, an then sod wi a soigh, Lv TO cud nobbut hey addled it, dad." Owd 'timothy shook his yead. "It ud tek a cleverer yead (ter nKiine," he &ed., "but that's nooan th point aw wur aimin at. Awl this happen(' three year sin, an fra that toime th trade ut th •Gowden Eagle's' bin gooin fra bad to wome. Aw've fooeret to borrow money, an, to tell th truth, aw'm under Hick Wihon's thumb. Neaw, Susan, tha undenktonds. Will ta gie Jack Hardy up?" Th poor kVA brasted eawt into tears. "Oh, dads aw ceawn't, aw ceawn't,' boo cried, "is ther tioa other way? Let ml try an find sum 'other way. Gie nri koime, iv it's nobbut a day or two. "Well, well, Susan, lass," murtnerd owif Tim, wi team rowlin deawn his elleck.s, an a sob seemin to stick fast in his throit, "think it ower, that's a good girl; think it ower, an neaw off tha goai to bed—tha looks toired*awt."  I, A guest ut th ''Gowden Eagle— war a thing o th past; fooak genraly kept . fur ennff away fra th ill-fated inn. But just two days after owd, Timothy Jackson's ' tawk wi his dowter, an owd chap, a stranger, after a good long chat i th bar with 'milord an his cronies abeawt th mysterious an tragic deeath o Sir Dingle Bile, lied suddenly tarn it into his yead net just to stop theer awl th fleet, but he am to bi alleawed to step i th same room an i th Yam same bed ut th poor baronet. ml used that fatal fleet. Tim Jackson tut noa objection. to mek. He sed he wurn't in a position to turn money away, an iv ony stranger took. it into his yead to net booath mad an foolish he wur perfectly ut liberty to doo just p be plerased. Th weather eawtsoide war woild an stormy, th woind vrur howlin war ncr a !pack o wolves, DI rain an hail war peltinl agecan th winders . bike pcllits fra a popgun, an as he led th way for his guest tip th steep, narrow stairs, cannlie i hond, he stopt short trawtsoide ut th dur o th fatal