The Cotton Factory Times. — 1902-10-24 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER XLV. TIIE THIEF 11ED HIS THEISHRE.  k deesgeon horrible, on all sides round, 10 one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible nerid only to discover sights of woe, Regions ot sorrow, doleful shades where peace knel rest can never dwell, hope never comes l comes to all, but torture without end. bst —Prittroe.,  The pursait of riches often leads to catastrophe. With money as the only object in life, life is hardlY worth living. For after all the striving, all Ice heart-burnings, all the cruelty, and you have ralde your money, what agony of mind there is lest QO should lose it! Work hur din a right direction, and money will cote, as a rule, and that you can enjoy, and that cos should enjoy ! • miss Bose Aleen's thousands had led to many catastrophes, to horrible crimes, to fearful ends of wicked lives. But the last was the most terrible, ite most ghastly of any I The satire of it, too, was so magnificent ; so truly snd wonderfully just; such a perfect retribution ! gr. Jones, the evil one, Mr. Jones, ex-convict, thief, and murderer, had found the treasure, that princely fortune ; or, rather, is it not better to say ;tat the treasure found him? it came upon him suddenly, all this Wealth. So suddenly that it deprived him of his senses; in other words' it killed him. Under the =curiarinees, it would have killed anyone. Thu iron chest fell from the top of the house, where Jones himself had placed it, right down to the basement. The enormous weight fell flat upon the wicked man, who *as standing there amidst the ruins, with the spirit of the murdered dead as his eulr companion. The result was such that it cannot be described ; it was so horrible that the imagination cannot grasp it. But, horrible as it was, in the nature of things it was just as it should be. So ended that wicked life.  Small wonder that the constable and the fireman winnow upon the scene felt sick at the sight, and went and drank together. Accustomed as such men are to tragedy, this was pure than they could face with any degree of calm. one. Nevertheless, in duty bound, they had to return to the scene, and it was well that they did so; well, that is to say, for Mr. Smith, the detective. . .  , 3lr. Smith, it will be remembered, had fallen the sometime as the iron sheet. Luckily for him, he had not fallen nearly so far as the treasure, other. WiSe he would certainly have been killed. He hal been caught on the floor below, and, although rendered unconscious, he had no bones ;rotten, and, indeed, was not seriously hurt. . . . . .  -On regaining his Sensei he found his surroundlogs quite dark, for the lantern he had brought with hiss had naturally, been extinguished when it fell. But after remaining quiet for a while, he heard voices below, and to his relief discovered them to belong to the policeman and the fireman, who had returned.  The two men helped the detective down, and be Tasvery soon himself again. Needless to say, be was shocked at the Tragedy of the Iron Chest, but it would be wrong to say he was sorry, or even displeased.  He gave directions as to what was to be done with the treasure, and, leaving LiHey Place, never agitin to return, he hurried as fast as he was able to the residence of Mrs. Jenne.  If only Rose were alive, be would be able to tell her that she was indeed worth a knost queenly forlase.  If only