The Cotton Factory Times. — 1914-02-27 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER V.  RealiSatiOn  The run was nearing it 6 setting when Gabrielle awoke from the soothing steep induced by the sedative which the doctor had administered to her; for he was a man with a naturally kind heart, and having heard fuller details of the arrest than had yet come to Gabrielle's knowlidge, he realised that 6he had yet much suffering to endure before! her brother could be restored to her, and that it would be an well, therefore, if she entered the field of eorrow strong se bear whatever should oome to her. Gabrielle was alone when she awoke' and for a moment she could not bring herself to realise that the unhappy incidents of the morning had been anything but a bad dream. After a moment, however, 'she retnombered that it was Sunday, and that in the ordinary course of eventa she would be even now preparing to go to church tor evening iservioe. This thought brought back all her troubles with renewed omsciousness, and as though they had only been uttered but an instant previous, she recalled Mrs. Kray'a words to her: "Of court.. Mr. Denbrugh cannot help feeling regretful," elle had said, "that such a thing should here happened immediately following upon your I engagement." • •  The words held a subtle sting for the girl whose I brother had been arrested on the double charge of murder and forgery. They were destined to become burnt into her brain, but now they held for her the unpleasantness of an unhappy remembrance; for, she told herself. John had, of course, been net free by this time, and was only waiting for her to awake before apprising her of hi.s return. She therefore slipped hastily from her bed, and proceeded to shake out her skirt and tidy her hair in front of the old-fashioned mirror that had belonged to her mother. Then she ran quickly down the stairs to the drawing-room, where, she told herself, John would be sitting listening eagerly for her corning. She flung open the door with a little exclamation of rejoicing, so sure was she that her brother had returned; but to her diFtnay the room was empty. She looked about her, thinking that perhaps he had had his tea and departed for the church without disturbing her; but there were no signs of a late occupation in the room. Its emptiness suddenly struck her like a blow. Sbe dicl not wait to ring the bell—far to her the interval between the action and its response would have been insupportable—but with hasty steps she traversed the hall to the TOOlll where she knew the maids would probably be having their tea. She Bung the door open without knocking, for she could brook no hindrance until she had learnt the truth, however difficult it might prove to be. The two occupants of the room were red-eyed and sad-looking, and there was more than one exelaimation of sorrow as they looked up to see their young mistress standing there on the threshold.  "My-brother?" questioned Gabrielle. unable to find any other wards that would express her need of information with regard to John's prolonged absence. "Oh, Miss Gabrielle—Miss Gabrielle!" sobbed the cook, a large-hearted Irishwoman. "Come to old Biddy, who's known ye. for sure, iver since ye wan a child! Master John'll be back most links in the rimming. and it's Biddy O'lLsra as weep tears o' joy to welcome him." "Then he hasn't—then he hasn't come beck, after all!" gasped Gabrielle. "Why. I thought-I thought—" The faithful Biddy sprang up, with widespread arms, thinking her beloved young mistress was going to faint once more; but Gabrielle motioned her aside.  ve "Where ha they taken him? ah. I know you have heard more than I have! You must tell "Sur, it's Clifford-street Pollee-station they've