The Cotton Factory Times. — 1911-03-31 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER IL WAR AND DEATH. When Mr. Forster quitted his first-olass reserved rompartment at Downham station and walked rnajestiadly towards his waiting carriage, there w. a touch of solemnity in the respectful attitude of such railway officials as he encountered. He entered his own town, not as its over-lord, but rather as the ambas,ador a a hostile power, for the Manchuster meeting of employers had resolved to enforce the reduction of wager.  Careful always of appearance, he preserved thn demeanour of a diplomat. NO one amid read either present or future in that imp...lye face. He affably acknowledged tlw salutes given to him, paused at the bookstall to purchaen an evening paper, and was whisked off towards Downharn Hall before a small knot of idlets outside the station became well aware of his presence. Suddenly he was conscious of a violent swerve by the horses, a shriek from a startled woman on the payenient, a nasty jerk as the carriage wheels passed over sense obstacle, and then a sudden stoppage, whilst the people who thronged the busy street crowded round in dismayed roof union. Mr. Forster got. out. •• What is it, Thompson'," he void to his coach.  I'm afraid VI 4, run owr a child, sir," Ftammered the man, whore usually rubicund fam was blanchod with terror.  cried the more Eelf-pospo.ted foot, elan, " that ain't right. The poor little chap ran right under tho 'tilt, and Thomoon nrrly threw the kerridge over in trying to pull clear— that did."  "That' s right," agreed a woman. "I saw wot 'appened. It's Black Sam's 'lnnocent.' Yer man isn't ter blame, maister." lll.ack Sa.nt's •'lnnocent" - the little idiot eon ef Sem Illarkloek---wae lifted tenderly from beneath the ra.rriage and carried into the light of the aide-walk. The child Waft quite dead. Ite abnormally thin skull had been crushed by the one wheel which had unfortunately gone over it, and. death usual, hay.e been instantaneous._  The wee white faee, though didigured by a. tiny .treat f bkd,wore a pathetic exprrn,sion .f placid content, almost of intelligence, that it. had never prrAse.ocl during life, and the woman who had witneseed the accident tobbed ahaid  "7o—r- iit.t. chap ! lo 's a. ppy release for Pn, that it. is."  ..".\lr".—Foreter. ma, momentarily Ftutined by this la.mentable oeca te rrence. but t.ho W 011.1.8 ssu. to ony ae to the blameleeenesa of his oosohman, no less than the murmured sympathy of others in the gatheriaig crowd who took the samo • it,W, ro,niroci hio, wonted dignity of ntanner. Neon the child in !ny carriage," he said.  "Let a policemen be sent for in accompany it tiv the hospital, arai inform the parents. Thompf•nn. yon must twe that everything possible. is done in thia rnatter. I will walk io the Already the onlookers were beginning to praise The kindlincse of the millionaire when a man and woman forced their way to the side of the carriage, the lean cursing and the woman walling her sorrow. The crowd swayed apart and let tJoin athance--Black 811111 and his wife.  The mother Wat. the first to catch sight of the inanitnato form about to he lifted into the ogrriaige. •• Give 'im ter me!" she ser. earned. "Give 'im ter on-'.. You canna ink' im front me ;:lte clutched the tiny corpse in her arms, and fiercely tried to kiss life into the pallid lino. "Oh, my poor bairn," she moaned, what. had you done to them that they should murder you--that God hintacli marked out as never ter 'know what sin