The Weekly Journal. — 1904-06-03 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

THE WEEKLY JOURNAL. FRIDAY, JUNE 1904.  to everyone, he kept a revolver, dressed him self, put his revolver in his overcoat pocket, and went out, unobserved by anyone. Johnson was waiting outside, watching for Gentleman Jim. The brothers were twins, and the resamblance between them was remarkable. Johnson, believing it was "his man,' went up to him and threatened him. I'm tired of waiting," he said; "you'll have to find me that thousand to-morrow morning, or as there is a God in Heaven I'll report you at the Yard in the afternoon." The man he addressed shook off the hand he had laid on his arm, jumped into a cab, and caned to the cabman: ' Waterloo Station."  " Oh, you're going to disappear Again, are you?" thought Johnson; "but you don • gen away if I know it !" lie hailed a hansom, and told the driver to follow the four-wheeler.  A moment afterwards there wns n piseol repat, and the passers-by stopped in consternation. _ _ _  The four. -wheeled cab was pubed up hurriedly, and the driver jumped down. JohnBoa sprang out of his hansom and ran to the cab. The fare had blown his brains out.  _ Johnson gave one horrified look at the body, that lay in a heap on the seat, smothered with blood, and then, covered by the confusion, slunk away, and as soon as he was mit of sight took to his heels and ran.  lie was convinced that Oentleman Jim had committed suicide, hounded to it by the threats of exposure with which he had constantly assailed him, and that an investigation might lead to discoveries which would place him (Johnson) in a serious position. The next morning he got his poesessions together and bolted to America. On the way to the station he bought a paver, and read: " Mysterious Suicide of a Nobleman's 'on" The victim was alluded to as "The Honourable Mr. Ellerslie," and •Johnson, knowing nothing of the insane elder brother, had no suspicion of the error under which he was labouring, and it was presumed that be never found it out. It was from his " pal " that I ascertained long afterwards that he left the country over "the Ellerslie job." . .  The sh.ock of his elder Bon's death was a terrible one to the aged Earl. He wont abroad for a time with his Son, who had now become reconciled to him, and in whose love and tender care he found each consolation as was possible. Ile died a year later in that son's arms, mercifully ignorant to the last of the reason of the long years of silence which had followed on that son's disappmranee. My old "prison pal," Gentleman Jim, is my friend still, although he is the Earl of Mr.yfield now, and when lily holidays come round I and my good little wife are always welcome guests ut, his pretty country soot in Hampshire. I owe no man anything, for the final settlement of my father's affairs enabled me to clear off all the Sim's liabilities. Them is a Countess of Mayfield now, and she and I are the only people wl‘o w the fro, hint-ey of Ocitlrmil He would not marry her without telling her of that dark chapter in hie life's history. She understood and believed, as I did. lint even when "Jim" and I ore alone together we never allude to those old days now. Only sometimes, when he introduces me to his gISOI4II as his friend, I wonder what those ;tussle would think if they knew Jliat our friendship was commenced when we were convicts working aide by aide in the barrow runs of Dartnmer.  [The Eud.l