4/13 Here's a London paper for you. My missus gets 'em every mail. Perhaps you'll see your gal's name in the list of marriages." Mr.Parmalee took the paper chucked at him with languid indifference. A coal mine in Cornwall's been and caved in and buried alive fifteen workmen; there's been a horrid riot in Leeds; and a baronet in Devonshire is sentenced to be hung for murdering his wife." Mr.Parmalee gave one yell--one horrid yell, like a Comanche war-whoop--and leaped off the fence. "A baronet in Devonshire for murdering his wife ?" "Thunder!" ejaculated Squire Brown. |