Stokers and pokers : $b or, The London and North-Western Railway, the electric telegraph, and the railway clearing-houseHead, Francis Bond, Sir
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Stokers and pokers : $b or, The London and North-Western Railway, the electric telegraph, and the railway clearing-house
Head, Francis Bond, Sir
London and North-Western Railway; Railway Clearing House (London, England); Telegraph -- Great Britain
With respect, however, to communications of this delicate nature,
we deem it our duty very gravely to warn our young readers,
especially those of the fairer sex, that unless London time were
to be adopted--as it is--at all the electric stations, a despatch
would arrive at its western destination at an earlier hour than that
at which it had left its eastern starting-post; and thus a young
lady might appear to have affirmatively answered in Devonshire an
important question--say seven minutes and a half before, according to
local clocks, it had actually been proposed to her in London!
In cases where crimes have been committed, the astonishing detective
powers of the telegraph have already proved most valuable to the
community. As, however, the numberless instances which might be cited
are but endless exemplifications of the same principle, we will
merely offer to our readers the fragment of one of them.
* * * * *
He never expected that!… He had made up his mind to give her the
stuff,--he had deliberately bought it,--had paid for it,--had put it
into his pocket,--had driven with it to the terminus of the Great
Western Railway,--had flown with it along the line to Slough,--had
walked with it to the cottage.
He had already deprived the poor creature of her character, and now,
on the first day of the year 1845, he had come down to her on purpose
to deprive her of her life.
With affected kindness he had offered her refreshment,--had waited
while, with his money, she went to buy it,--he had summoned up
courage? … no, cowardice and wickedness … enough secretly to
pour the stuff from a tiny phial into her glass,--he had seen
her, with feelings of gratitude to him, raise the mixture to her
faded lips,--he had watched her swallow the first mouthful--then
another--then drink,--he had expected every instant, as she reached
the drugs, to see his degraded victim drop down dead before his
eyes;--he could bear all this, but he did not know that it was the
nature of the horrid poison he had purchased to betray the hand that
administered it. Oh! he never expected that loud, horrid, piercing,
convulsive scream!
As terrified and scared he opened the door to escape, the inhabitants
of the neighbouring cottages, alarmed by the frightful noise they
had just heard, sympathetically opened theirs. They saw him leave
the house with hurried steps,--observed him make for the Slough
road, where by another party he was observed to be “confused--to
tremble--and on being addressed, to make no reply.” And yet he had
only done what he had deliberately intended to perpetrate:--he knew
there was no rest for the wicked, but, Oh! he had never expected that
shrill, fearful, haunting scream!
On reaching the station he took his place in a departing train, and
in a few minutes he apparently had effected his escape!
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