The Cotton Factory Times. — 1911-01-06 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER IL SOLVED.  " Lucy is c!ead!:'  The Squire of Bilton, aiming from his early morning walk, had been the first to learn from a terrified housemaid the dreadful truth. The girl had gone into the room with hot water, and had rushed shrieking downstairs at the sight of the lifeless figure in the bed. Jonas Verugrith went up to break the news to Mrs. Fussell. She looked haggard and old in the chill morning light, with her hair disordered, and her tall, angular form enveloped in a loos. wrapper..  Sl;c; looked at him with her black, unfathomable eyes, anc.l trembled.  last night." Impossible! She was perfectly well  " What I tell you is too true," he said, with horror. "Prepare yourself for an awful shock. She has been murdered!" He was standing at her door.  The door of one of the other rooms opened, and a girl earn° forivard. Mrs. Fussell looked out. beyond her master, at the approaching figure. The house was very still. The shadow of death —death in its most awful form—had toned shrill tones to fearful whisperings. The maids shuddered as they went about their duties  Through this unusual silence rang a woman's shriek. Mrs. Fussell fell back against the wall, ghastly, shuddering. "You said she was dead!" she cried to her mao,er, pointing to Lucy Osmond. "Great powers f Is it my child who is murdered? Mine?" "Do not let her touch me," she shrieked with loathing u Lucy came pityingly forward. "Oh, I am no sorry for you, for us all," sobbed the girl, with streaming eyes. "Dear Mrs. Fussell, do not shrink from me I loved her, too." The housekeeper turned on her a look of fierce hate  "You did it!" she cried. "Your room is pert hers, murderess! Mu4derees, I say!" Then she rushed past her master and his ward, and shut herself in with her dead.  In one of the sombre rooms in the grey Manor, House, huddled up, worn and wasting, in a great carved bedstead, lay the dead girl's mother. Living Lucy watched by her side. The housekeeper's face, bright with fever, had worn to almost skeleton thinness. Her cheek bones threatened to burst through the skin. Her black eyes, preternaturally large, burned and flashed as she lay and babbled in her delirium. She had been no since the tragedy, so they had found her crouching by the side of her dead daughter, fondling the stiff, cold hand. Tea in Paraguay. The day was breaking. Lucy's tired eyes drooped. It was the time the professional nurse When the natives of Paraguay drink tea they do relieved her. She was worn out, wrought into a not pour it from a teapot into a cup, but fill a , state of nervous tension by long hours of listening goblet made out of a pumpkin or gourd, and then to the meaningless raving of delirium. suck up the hot liquid through a long reed. More- Suddenly the housekeeper's monotonous mutterover, the tea which they use is altogether different tag ceased. Her restless fingers lay still at last, from that which comes from China, being made long and yellow, outside the quilt. Her great eyes out of dried and roasted leaves of a pahrlare plant were fixed on Lucy. In the dim light the eyes which grows in Paraguay and Southern Brazil. were almost all the girl could see, those and the The natives say that this tea is an excellent remedy sharp ontlf.ss of a wasted body =lad up under for fever and rheumatism. I As clothes,  New Ladyhouse Ring (Milnrow).—Profit six months £586, which, added to the amount brought forward, gives a disposable balance of £7,824; final dividend of is. 6d. per share, slaking 3s. for the halfiear, or 10 per cent per annum. This will leave £7,224 to carry forward.