THE MYSTERY OF A FOUR WHEELED CAB. The story of Alfred Chipperfield, the youno' city clerk who was sentenced to death last Friday for the murder of his week-old bride, would form a promising foundation for a Zolaesque novel of the “Therese Raquin" sort. Chipperfield is a cockney of cockneys, a dull unimagina tive man, a fair clerk, quiet and inoffen sive at home. Dissipation of the ordinary kind was too expensive for him, but, like many of his species, be spent a great part of his leisure moments loafing in City bars, and —as he would carrying on" with the barmaids. These damsels are in the main exceedingly knowing and wideawake. They seldom part with the smallest favour, save for a substantial consideration, and their grand end and aim in life is to get well-settled. The settlement need not necessarily be a very ambitious one. A clerk with £3OO or £4OO a year would be quite a good match for an average barmaid, and this no doubt was what Chipperfield represented him self. After various philauderings young Alfred fell head over ears in love with the barmaid at the Star Hotel in Islington. She finally brought him to book so effectually that bp stole £ls of his em ployer’s money to marry her. The pair were wedded in Ireland, and then went to stay some days with the bride’s foster father at Leighton Buzzard. All this time of course Mrs Chipperfield thought she’d done exceedingly well for herself. Alfred seemed to hove plenty of money, and told her he’d taken rooms for them in Loudon. As a matter of fact he had neither money nor rooms. When they reached Enstpft be leant on the broken reed of borrowing friend, and this failing became absolutely desperate. In such difficulties, creatures of Ghipperfield’s class nearly always fly to liquor. So the newly-married pair trails!! about in a four-wheeled cab from one public-house to another, Alfred getting drunker and drunker, till at length in a fit of frenzy he cut his wife’s throat and his own. Before the trial there seemed to be nothing in the ghastly story of this deed to entitle it to a distinctive place in the annals of crime. It was simply a hateful story of senseless motiveless murder committed ap.WPntty in the frenzy, or perhaps rather the stupor of intoxication. 