The Cotton Factory Times. — 1901-09-06 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER XXXVII.  SUNLIGHT.  • *. 4. ~ ,-- a  After leaving the house Arnold made his way to a remote part of the gardens. He wished to be alone for a time to think over the startling changes brought about within the last week, and nerve himself for the difficult task of resistance to the requests and entreaties which he knew that Mabel would assail him with now that the dread of adding to its danger was removed, and he had beers restored to his old place in the eyes of the world.  _ He was still thinking of the p,robleins presenting themselves for solution in the near future when he saw the graceful figure of Ethel approaching his retreat. From her rapid pace, and still more the look of eicitement on her face as she drew near, he was at no loss to divine that she had come to the garden in search of himself. Wondering a little as to what could have oceurre4 in his brief absence, he rose from the rustic seat upon which he had been resting, and advanced to meet her.  " Oh, Arnold," she exclaimed, almost hysterically, and grasping his arm, "it has all been a frightful mistake!"  47A mistake I" repeated Arnold, staring at her ia amazement.  "Yes, about Lady Bryden—that wretched man. Millen I But come in; Sir George wants you. He will tell you all about it; I can't." In sileuce Arnold turned towards the house with the excited girl, and during their approach not a word was exchanged between them. Thementioning of Millen's name by Ethel was suflicient to convince Arnold that some weighty discovery bad been made—in what direction he did not care to think or even guess.  When they -joined the three who were wail their coming within the drawing-room, Sir Geer sprang up, and, advancing to meet them, thrust roll of papers into his band. . . . _  " Read, that, Arnold," he said, in a voice husky with contending emotions, "and then tell me whether you have anything to add to it." Arnold stood with the papers in his hand, look. ing round upon the others like, one seeing the confirmation of a great fear, ant for a moment or two made no sign of complying with the baronet's request. Mabel was lying on a conch, in the cushions of which her face was hidden, and beside her sat Mrs. Durand, holding one of the girl's handl in both her own. Ethel had seated herself close to Guy, and Sir George had gone back to his chair; where he sat staring steadily at the fire. The faced of all wore a look of sadness and concern, but vet did not express that horror and distress which moat have been there, Arnold thought, had they known the truth.  Recollecting himself, he sat down, and, arranging the sheets on the table, began to read:  "The doctor tells me that I am dying, and as I feel that it is so. I hereby record the fact, on oath. that for once I have caught a doctor in the act of telling the truth. As I have never yet been able to do so in the case of a lawyer, I give it as an unbiased opinion that medicine is a more reputable profession that law. "Well, I am dying, and I may say that had it not been so I would never have written this confession —or at least would not have been in such a hurry about it. But it can do me no harm now, and it will releaso Arnold Seaton from suspicion, as well an prove to him that it is best not to jump to conclusions, and so make such mistakes as he haa done. And here I mention that, although I have made up my mind to make a confessioa to a magistrate, and before witnesses, at to the actual murder, yet I must do the mot Continued on pogo 7.i