The Cotton Factory Times. — 1903-02-13 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

MARGERY." John gave a great cry. The letter dropped from his hand and fluttered down upon the floor. . .  The door opened, and Beckea hurried in, exclaiming :_  "John, my dear fellow, what is the matter? Calm yourself. Calm yourself, man. There, pull yourself together. \Veil, if you must cry, get it over quickly. What confounded babies we are !" There were tears in his own eyes as he patted and tried to comfort his poor friend. "She's gone, Beckett, gone," faltered John at length, "and all my joy is dashed to the ground. She's written me a letter like a dying person's. She says we are parted for ever—for ever." "No, no. Come, it's not so bad as that," interrupted Beckett. "But she means it. She has gone away and left nothing by which she can be traced, and she says that the sins of our fathers --" "Hang the sins of our fathers!" broke in Beckett impatiently. "They have done plenty of harm, but that's just nothing to the good that will be done by the love of their children. Cheer up. We'll find Miss Stnteley yet. Never fear. I've a very good idea where she may be. Come, I will tell yon. "Make haste, old man," cried John," out with it if you love me." So Beckett sat down and told him that, in consequence of information he received from some private detectives whom he was employing to search for Mopsy and her wretched husband, he hurried off to Lincolnshire, and arrived there just after the man had made his dying deposition in the presence of a magistrate, and then had expired. Distraught with grief as Mopsy was, for the sake of old times he could not leave her alone, so, having eein that the information about his friend was sent off at once to the Borne Secretary, and having send word to John's mother and to his lawyers to do all that could be done for John, he had remained in the neighbourhood to look after Mopes, and see that for her sake her wretched husbanii was decently buried. Of coarse there had been an inquest, and many painful things had come to light. But as Jan's fellow-burglars had all made their escape from the neighbourhood no fresh arrests were made. Jan's murderer was sought for in every direction, but could not be found. Nothing could be charged against poor Mopsy, and he (Beckett) had testified to her good conduct when he knew her years before in America. At first the poor woman was too overcome with grief about her rascally husband to make any plans for the future. But when at length Beckett got her to think about it, she declared that she need have no concern about that because a lady whom she would not name had promised to provide for her for life.  "Miss Stateley had told me of her having made Biopsy that promise, conditional upon her inducing her husband to confess," said Beokett, "and I have no doubt she will keep it. But I did think Mopsy would have waited until her husband was buried before going to her. Yet she disappeared last night, after ascertaining from me that every preparation bad been made for the simple funeral. She left this tiny note to be given me in the morning. See, bare it is." Ile produced a soiled scrap of paper, and handed it to John. "Dear Friend,-1 thank you with all ray heart for everything you have done. Don't think me ungrateful. My good lady wants me at once. I must go to her. I could do no good to the dead by remaining. I may be of a little use to the best lady in the world. So I mast go. Don't be afraid of my future. She says she will provide for me.— Yours respectfully,