The Birkenhead News and Wirral General Advertiser. — 1913-12-24 (Birkenhead, Merseyside, England)

WHAT KINGS ARE FOR. held in his grip, and watching Bellamy. I Mr. Loader—the game's up," said Be!I keep hammering away at you, d a an antiny sharply with a movement towards the i announcing every week bold language pocket of his coal. "I am armed, and I'm that there are heaps to be done. If I say to not here to stand any nonsense. I merely ypu, "Is the sight of your third daughter's wanted to know how you got into this right eye perfect?" you say you don't know house; and I've been lucky enough to hear —it isn't your business. Shame on you, more than I bargained for. 'Drop jour , King Brown or King Smith, or whoever you weapon; the game is up, I tell you. ' I are; you are shamefully neglecting the Loader stood there against the wall of the welfare of your subjects. But you tell me room, and looked quickly about him; then, that the child never complains, and there. as Bellamy took a step towards him. he fore why should you worry? Well, that is swung the revolver straight, and turned what Kings are for. They foresee, they like lightning towards the girl. I seek out faults and try to help; they believe "Sold me—have you?" he cried. And ,it is better to prevent than to cure. They fired straight at her. I must not wait for little children to comWithout even a cry she went down like guide lain. That nuts the cart before the horse. a mere crumpled heap of garments. Bellamy sprang forward, but Loader with afe the child to 'de the King, or the King laugh, backed awey. and turned the wea- guide the childpon on himself. There was a second loud report, and Loader reeled, and d.opped the revolver; and fell headlong, and lay still. • a • • It has to be recorded that Damia did not die. She was certainly very badly wounded, and lay for a long time in danger, with ample opportunity to think about things and perhaps to come to some new conclusions regarding them. The story of that dramatic suicide, in the very room in which the merrier had been committed, was duly told, and proved to be something more than a mere nine days' wonder. In fact. Ruth Tringliam was in danger of becoming almost a heroine. But a certain young man, who had occupied the position of confidential secretary to Mr. Morris Loader, suddenly found himself in the unpleasant position of having nothing to ao. That position is always particularly unpleasant in a big city; and poor Clement vexed hi, mind and wore out the soles of his boots by hunting in vain for some situation, of any sort, that might be Likely to bring any grist, to his particular mill He hated the thought of Ruth having to work; and yet that is what it ultimately came to, for she had to fill an uninteresting situation as a nursery governess in order to provide for herself. And all this time there hovered over them the shadow of Lady Woodmason. Lady Woodmason once or twice climbed the stairs of Pomeroy Buildings, Holborn, arriving, scant of breath, at the top, to desand that Clement should accept assistance from her, or that the girl should at all events give up being a nursery governess and come into Lady Woodmason's house. "Don't I tell you that I'm a lonely woman, and that l'm getting old?" she pleaded. "There isn't a soul in the world that cares a snap of the fingers about me; and I care very much for the pair of jon." No arguments moving them, the old lady finally went away, in something of a temper, roundly declaring that they were a pair of obstinate fools, and that she would have nothing more to do with them. And still matters did not mend, and Clement had got to the point of wondering desperately what was going to happen to him, and was saying as much to Ruth one evening, when a dapper young man climbed the Stairs leading to Clement 's rooms, and knocked at the door. The dapper. young man announced himself as to Junior partner in a firm of solicitors who had, long acted for Lady Woodmason, most regretfully, the young man iifformed them that Lady Woodmason had been discovered that morning by her maid apparently lying quietly asleep; but she was dead. And she had left the whole of her fortune, without restrictions of any kind, to Clement Singleton and Ruth Trioffharn. on the sole condition that they were married to each other within one 'calendar month. , "Oh, I'm sorry," exclaimed Ruth, with in her eyes. '-'faLuigiorry?" demanded the young solicitor Ii astonishment. "Of worse I'm sorry." said Roth inclignantli.. "She was the best friend I