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[ EXPERIENCES OF A It DETECTIVE. $„ i BY JAMES M'GOVAN. Author of "BROUGHT TO BAY," "HUNTED DOWN," STBANGK CLUKS," aud "TBAOKD AND TRACKED. U No. XXXIX. A ROMANTIC RESCUER'S TROUBLES. If John Cook, batter, had known of the string of exciting eveuts which awaited him at the end of Fiugal-placc, after he had seen his sweetheart home to Buccleuch-street, he would not have gone near the meadows, but rushed straight for home, and stuck his head into the pillows, and kept it there till morning. But he did not know, and he thought that it would be delightful to wander round the Meadows dreaming of the heaven that was at hand, when he was to have Jessie Crawford for his wife. Many of us have been in the same position, and would have turned sharp round and Rone the other way had we seen in the future. We appear to walk on a plain of flowers, when lo the earth parts we are at the edge of a precipice, and tumble over before we tan wink an eye. Cook was a handsome fellow of twenty five, With black curly hair and an erect figure, which gave him the air of an actor more than of a plain Working hatter. His sweetheart was no beauty, and earned a living in the same shop by binding batp, but there was a strong bond of love between them, which had grown with years, and could no toore have been dissolved than the sun could be blotted out of the sky. Cook had conquered every difficulty, had won her fairly, and had just heard her confess that she too was wearying for the end of the month which was to make them one. Behold Cook. then, strolling round the Meadows ita the soft moonlight, about eleven o'clock, with his whole future stretched out in fairy-like glamour before him. Everyone's mouth waters, and everyone instantly wishes to be in his place- but wait, wait. Just then a shriek rang out from the shadows at the end of Fmgal-plaoe, and dragged him with a "rencb out of his dreams. "Murder! Murder I Help!" No man could bear such a cry, in the dulcet tones of woman, and remain inactive. Cook Clambered over railings and palings, in what way be cover knew, and found a veiled lady struggling with two ruffians who were trying to garotte her. Rescuers in stories always do terrific and toarvellous things, so my hero must not be behind the age. One blow of his hat-ironing hand laid the foremost garotter low; and then the Wher, not waiting to be mistaken for a hat, ran 01. Ran off sounds rather tame, but it is the so it must be endured. The lady ought to fainted then, but as there was no one to Oatcb her, she delayed that till Cook had done the captured rascal at his feet. The of a lantern at that moment turned the Cornett and a policeman ran up and demanded an expl"riation. 6, Two o' them were garottin' this leddy at ?°CV said Cook; and then, when the policeman 'ad coH»red the thief and kicked him on his legs, the lady, finding Cook quite diaengaged, fainted tracefuJly away in his arms. It was natural that Cook, while bearing the sylph-like form to the adjacent drinking fountain, abould raise the veil to allow the cool night air to Way upon the lovely features, and it is here that Oteryone expects him to fall in love with the lady e has rescued. But he did not. The moonlight PI'fed upon her features, and revealed the fact tblt she was sixty or seventy at least, toothless, White-haired, and of skeletonic ugliness. Cook "IY uttered a minced oath, and dropped the veil hurriedly as if he had burnt bis fingers. Then be offered to let the policeman support the lady While he looked after the thief instead, but the policeman hurriedly excused himself on the plea Of duty and the miserable pretext that he was a ?atrie<i man and his wife mightn't like it. So Cook was compelled to do all the sprinkling of Water with one hand while he supported her *h the other, the lady aiding bim considerably y Clinging to his stalwart frame with both arms. kfter a reasonable interval Miss Nixon opened her eyes and rested them gratefully upon the man lQPportitig her. My noble rescuer I" she murmured. "You 4ve saved my life I" Cook looked down on the white hair resting on hi* shoulder, and thought that there was not much Of it to save, but he merely said that he had done Nothing—a remark which the groaning garotter aloseby did not endorse. Then he tried to edge too lady off, and induce her to trust to her own legS for support, but she still leaned languishingly 011 his broad shoulder, and clung to him with her j arms, "I shall never forget it Rhe sighed I shall your debtor to the last day of my life—and I am rich-I shall reward you for your bravery. The age of chivalry has not quite gone by when such men as you are to be found." Cook gasped and hesitated, while the policeman kicked hard to him to say something sweet to the old body. The hatter liked money as well as anYbody, but there was something in the tone in Which the reward was promised which Jarred upon 11is feelings, and forced him to stammer out a distinct refusal to accept of anything. Dae ye think ye can walk home yersel' now?" he awkwardly added, for it'Ll gettin' late, and t'tn a hatter, and have to be up early, as we're tary busy the now." The lady immediately had a relapse, and de- clared that she would die of terror if she were compelled to go home alone, and then the police- man, with maliciouse delight, reminded them that they must first go with bim to the Central to formally charga the garotter. Miss Nixon found that she could almost walk with Cook's arm round her waist supporting her, IInd her own round his shoulder, and in this way they managed to proceed as far as the head of the Meadow Walk, where they got a cab at the Jorrest-road stand to take them to the Central. Miss Nixon was still faint, and had to lean her head on Cook's breast during the short journey, and took occasion to remark in a whisper that She bad never before seen such lovely black bair as his, and that she doted on hatters, and thought tham the most noble race of men walking the earth, and that all the reports as to them being addicted to drinking were the vilest of calumnies. I bope-I hope your wife will not be alarmed at your absence?" she suddenly added. Cook blushed and stammered, and was about to artfplly say that be hoped so too, when the policeman cruelly wrecked his scheme by saying- Na, na, mem he's no' a marriet man ony body could see that; he's no' cowed enough." "I'll no' be long," said Cook, suggestively, Stteahing thereby to let the lady understand that h« was as good as married, and bound as by steel hooks to his sweetheart, but, to his horror and alarm, Miss Nixon only nestled closer into his *rms, and blushed and simpered in a way that 1tnplied that the lady of his choice was not far off. the arrival at the Central was thus a positive to the hatter, though it was marred by the ^ct that he had to assist Miss Nixon into the fclace and partly support her while she described to ,n0 the murderous assault. From her description it was evident that the captured tarotte* deserved to be taken out and Ranged, drawn, and quartered on the spot, artd that her noble rescuer ought to be crowned tcing of Great Britain. She did not appear to h, greatly the worse ot the garotting, and described somewhat bitterly how she bad been at an evening party, where the gentlemen, after f letting her sit the whole evening without a dance, 8elfisbly ran off with some giggling fools of girls, and allowed her to brave the dangers of the dark- less and the meadows alone. Now, however, things were changed, and she had a protector "bolD she could admire, and trust, and love. As attend tta woedft CoW# lace became oon- torted with a writhe, much like that of a boy compelled to swallow a basin of salts and senna under the promise of a knot of sugar when all was over. I had to stop her at last, for she havered away about herself and her friends, when I wanted only to bear of the attack and to get some debcription of the man who bad escaped. I did get a description, but I would have been better with none, for Miss Nixon, as I have hinted, had a lively imagination, and the portrait ot the other garotter would have fitted Auld Clootie himself. At length the captured man was locked up, evidently glad of even the cells in preference to Miss Nixon's chatter, but a diffarent fate was in store for her rescuer. She explained to Cook that she lived alone with her servant in a cottage at the Sciennes, and that she would need him to jonduct, her thither, as she could not trust another man on earth, as she said, so she fixed me scathingly with her eye to let me understand that she considered me a ribbald scoundrel, and much more deserving of the cells than the man I had sent thither. I have to be up very early, and I stay in James's-square," said Cook in demur, shivering palpably as he spoke, but the lady would take no denial, and even refused to have a cab brought, on the ground that she wanted to prolong the enjoyment, and dream of other days under the moonlight. "There's a chance for you," I whispered to Cook. "She is evidently rich, and would soap at you if you asked her to be yours." Cook wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and groaned out- Mercy me J and I'm to be marriet next month. I have a sweetheart o* my ain Ah, that's always the way-the moment a man is engaged they make a rush for him. Take care of yourself, my boy, for she is evidently smitten." I scarcely got the words finished, for Miss Nixon, who bad been adjusting her hair and her crushed bonnet at a glass, came forward and switched him away, as if she considered him already her own property, and me as a man wicked enough to corrupt anyone after having been rude enough to interrupt her narrative. Even the policeman's gentle tug at; her sleeve, and whispered words, That's M'Govan," did not stem the now of her snappish words, for she cried- Well, what is he bat a low thief :that saved himself from transportation by turning de- tective ?" The policeman gaped in horror, and looked at me as if expecting orders to bring her and have her locked up, but I only laughed heartily, and said— Tuts that fable has been told about every successful detective. Be happy if people abuse you, for it only proves that you are immeasurably their superior." The old spit-fire looked back at me as if she could have jumped down my throat with passion, and then, after hurling a few more flattering things at my head, she departed, leaning on the arm of the noble batter. Her manner to him was a marked contrast to that which she showed to me, but then he was younger, and bad curly black hair. She hung on his arm, and walked at her slowest, pleading that the shock to her nerves and the rudeness of the detective had impaired her walking powers, and she addreased him in the sweetest phrases which she could remember out of her favourite penny novels. He was her Prince of Como, come magically out of darkness when she had been most cast down, and she pictured the future to him in the most glowing of colours, showing him no longer ironing hats and sniffing melted shellac, but riding in his own carriage, with a devoted wife by his side-not a giggling fool of a girl, but a sensible woman, thirty or so, like herself. Cook was not a man of words, so he let her chatter on of love and romance, while he wondered if the parritch would be cold, and longed for the delicious moment when he would be free to dig the spoon into them. When they got to the Sciennes and stopped before her little cottage, Miss Nixon did not, like some foolish girls, whisk away into the house with u hurried good night. She was honest, and did not disguise that it gave her pleasure to stand there in the moonlight, gazing up into the lovely eyes of her Prince of Como, so she stood still and leaned on him, and said sweet things till he felt famished enough to have wolfed her up on the spot had she only been younger and more tender. "You will visit me-you will come and see me, and arrange with me what your reward is to be ?" she softly pleaded, and hunger and the desire to get home to bed forced from him a hurried assent. "And we will be friends; and you will look after my money and my houses; and all the world outside of us shall be as nothing ?" she rapturously added, still clinging hard to her noble hatter, and again he thought of his parritch, and said Yes, yes," eager to fly and be alone. Still she clung to him and simpered and hung her head, and at last, as he tried to whisk away, she suggested that he was afraid to kiss her. Cook groaned aloud, and said— I daurna—ye ken I've a sweetheart o'my ain." He might have saved his breath, for the lady I soon convinced him that there would be no escape otherwise, so, making a virtue of a necessity, he hurriedly gave her a kiss as hearty as that of a man ten years married, who had just paid a dressmaker's bill, and at last be was free. His resolve was that if ever he went near her or spoke to her again, he would deserve to have his head chopped off; but Love works in strange ways. Defeat him at one point, and lo he re-appears, fresh as a daisy, at another. Cook religiously avoided the South Side for some time, but then the trial of the garotter approached, and both he and Miss Nixon were precognoseed at witnesses, and met in the Fiscal's office. Then the lady reproached him for his faithless- ness, and pointed out—what seemed true—that she was worn to a shadow with thinking of him, and imagining all sorts of calamities as having overtaken him. She clung to him as before, and at length got him to fix an evening when he would call upon her. As Cook was a man of his word, and his sweetheart gave,bim tull permission the evening came round, and be had tea at the cottage, alone with the lady. When the meal was over and the servant had been got rid of. Cook was at a loss. He was not accustomed to refined society, knew nothing of the sentiments of penny novels, and was accustomed, even with his own sweetheart, to let her do most of the talking So he allowed Mis* Nixon to chatter on, while he looked round gingerly upon the grand curtains and tidies and other drawing-rooom gimcracks. and longed for a chance to take out his pipe and have a smoke. He paid little attention to what was being said tilt one word caught his ear, and froza him with terror. 1 !OVf t,but; m*n on earth,,J rapturously remarked the lady. "That-that's richt," stammered Cook nae- body should hae mair than yin sweetheart." "And that mag," she continued, with growing enthusiasm-" that man is you I" Cook uttered two words sharply, and tried to make foe the door, but the lady was too nimble, and stopped him. It's nap use," ha said, with wonderful firm. ness, "for I've a sweetheart o' my ain." "Forget her!" cried the lady, striking a passionate attitude—" forget her and cling to me 1" Na, na; that wadna dae," calmly returned Cook. I dinna want to forget her, and I dinna want to cling to you." Is she then so lovely ? sighed Miss Nixon, still quoting from her penny novels. "No bonnie, but gude," said Cook, with enthusiasm, "and I wadna lie her for a' the grand leddies in the warld." But you would be rioh," temptingly continued Miss Nixon. Leave her and fly with me." "I dinna want to be rioh, and I dinna want to lffle," doggedly returned Cook walkin's gude enouuh for a workin' hatter." Have you no soul above such low company ?" exlaimed the lady. What low company?" asked he, in astonish- ment. Why, this girl who has deluded you." A flash of indignation overspreaj his face, and a look of anger settled on his brow which astonished her. Ye'll better no say a word against Jessie Crawford," he said warningly. If ye had been a man, I Wad have ca'ed ye owre afore ye could wink an e'e." "Noble Houl-sucb devotion does you credit, cried she, trying him on another tack. Oh that it were directed to a better object. Say, oh say at least that you will not marry rashly." Cook promised that he would not; but how many promises of that kind are ever kept ? If he I bad known how he was to break it he would have wished for a rope to hang himself. They continued to discuss the point till it was time for Cook to leave, when he in his blunt fashion gave her distinctly to understand that she would nevet see him again, and that there was no possibility of her love ever being returned. "ToQ hive broken my heart," she gasped, as he turned away. Hout! it'll mend again," was his careless reply. "I shall lay me down and die," she continued, tragically. Oook thought it was time* but didn't o&y so, I and after another hour's parleying managed to shake her off and get away. Much to Cook's surprise, Miss Nixon did not appear at the trial, and a doctor's certificate proved that she was too ill to attend. The garotter, however, saved all trouble by pleading guilty, along with his companion, whom I had taken, and the two got off with five years each. Cook thought that at last his troubles were at an end—a delusion which clings to most of us all through life. In reality they were only about to begin. Not many weeks after tbe trial, Cook got a letter containing the brief intimation— "Miss Nixon is dying, and wishes anxiously to see you before she Koes." Oook consulted with his sweetheart, and at length reluctantly consented to go—taking the precaution, however, of having his sweetheart with him. When they got out to the cottage at the Sciennes, they were taken at once to the room of the dying woman, when Cook was shocked to find the old lady so changed. Her face was worn to skin and bone, and she could scarcely lift a hand or open an eye to welcome them. A lawyer sat in the room behind a pile of papers, and a nurse stood ready to administer wine or brandy should the patient show signs of sinking. When they were seated, Miss Nixon explained, in a low voice, that out of regard for the man who had so nobly saved her life, she wished him to inherit all her money and property, but that she had some needy relatives, who were eager to grasp at her wealth and ready to heap all kinds of insults upon her memory to attain their evil ends. What she proposed, then, was that, to defeat those wicked designs, a document should be drawn up in the form of a marriage agreement, and signed by them both, which would make Cook her legal heir and successor. It was a mere form, but the only plan by which her generous purpose could be carried cut. Cook heard the proposal with clouded brow, and promptly decided to decline the honour and the gift. But woman—tender, pitying woman—ever steps in at these emergencies. Her sympathetic soul ever hovers over to gently push difficulties aside and smooth the path for the weary and worn. Jessie Crawford looked at the dying shadow, and twitched her lover's arm and whispered— Toots, dae't to please the auld body, and then I-and then we'll get a' her siller." Thus goaded on, and before hi well knew what he was about, Cook hurriedly affixed his name to the paper placed before him, after which Miss Nixon did the same, when the lawyer and nurse immediately shook hands with her and called her Mrs Couk, just as if the marriage had been a real one. Cook and his sweetheart were both staggered, especially when Miss Nixon, with a faint flush suffusing her hollow cheeks, told him to come and kiss his wife. "Gude help me I hope she'll no cheat us and live after a' he gasped in a whisper to Jessie, who tried to convey to him an assurance which she was far from feeling. Toots onybody could see that she hasna an hour to live," she bravely whispered. Gang forrit and kiss her, and pretand that ye like it." Uook obeyed with a sinking heart, which was not lifted up by Miss Nixon observing that she felt never so much better now that it was all over. Perhaps I am to live—to live and be thine I" she joyously whispered, when Cook lost all patience and cried— Na, na—ye said ye were to dee, and a. bargain's a bargain," and no entreaties or threats on the part of his wife could induce him to stay another moment in the house. He went off with his sweetheart, blaming her every foot of the way for having urged him to sign the paper, and thus uttering the first harsh word which had marred their courtship. As for Jessie, she was all tears and regrets, but stoutly insisted that such a weak shadow as Miss Nixon could not possibly live over the night. Next day, however, Cook was horrified by receiving a message signed, Your loving wife, Margaret Uook," which stated that the patient was still progressing, and now considered out of danger. She was out of danger, and Cook was in danger—he realised the position, and with a groan sank into a chair, and wished for the power to faint. Everyday brought two or three of these notes, till at last it was clear that the next message would be delivered by his wife in person, who was coming to claim ber husband. Cook could stand it no longer, and went to the nearest chemist and bought enough poison to kill a dozen men, and swallowed it on the spot. The result was not death, but an overpowering sickness, and in the end he was carried up to the Central and locked up, charged with attempting to take his own life. Next day he was placed at the bar of the police-o-jurt, where he explained his position so pathetically to tbe Bailie on the bench that he was merely admonished and dismissed. The pecularity of the incidents, however, caused the case to be reported in the newspapers, and the paragraph attracted the attention of Miss Nixon's relatives in Glasgow. The result was that a brotht-r of hers came through, and proved conclusively that that lady had been twice confined in an asylum for the insane, and was at that moment a lunatic, and therefore quite incapable of contrActing a marriage with anyone. Whether Miss Nixon really was mad or only eccentric, or whether the relatives were actuated by interested motives in proving the marriage null and void, no one troubled to inquire. By the action Cook was restored from death to life, and though he lost some money and property, he gained something which was of infinitely greater value to him—the possession of the only woman he ever could love. As for Miss Nixon, as soon as her bodily health was suffi- ciently restored, she was taken to an asylum, in which she still lives, her chief delight being to read penny novels, and descant on her own romantic marriage and magical restoration from the brink of death. Cook is married, but he tastes life's pleasures with a kind of fearful joy, never quite sure but Miss Nixon may recover her reason and come marching out of the asylum to claim him for her own. Perhaps that is the reason, though he is still a young man, why a few grey hairs are to be seen in his lovely black locks. As for Jessie, his wife, she has so many children that she has no time to think of anything else, so she is in no danger of having grey hairs for years to come. •

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