The Cotton Factory Times. — 1911-05-26 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

VOIOR. '• I 00411411% ! I couldn't!" he added, rushing the words precipitately. "Thank heater, she's away in Italy with rny .isters, a nrl nn 't be home again for more than silt months. I have just written her quite a cheerful letter. I don't want a aingle word of the matter to reach her "Poor old chap!" For goodnies ka don't pity me! It's worse than being abused! .Ind now I'm off!" "No en! Sit down ! Tako a c iga r. and just bill( matters once."  Ronald looked miind with a rattle,. mcpreation. Ho was in no mood to remain an annocomary mornont in his friend's cosy ohandx•rs. They romlled too many amhitious confabulations of the past, . . . . .  • "No! Can't ittor! Won't stop! Good-bye." You shan't go until you hare NI worn to mo not to tako your life," cried Bertram, planting himself against the door. "But what's tho sew of life. minims all prospoet of happiness? Can't you understand that to go through life under a burden of suspicion means an eX isten op not worth clinging to. No one will gist a fellow a berth wbo, it's whispered, is not honost. Bt's bound to go under, bound to starve."  " AU I know is that suicide is not playing a brave game. And, old man, you shan't, do it. Think, for inetanoe, of the groat sorrow it would be to your mother."  "Think, on the owttrary, of the awful sorrow it will otiose her when she knows I'm 'tweeted of theft," Ronald retorted, bitterly. "And, sooner or lister, she is certain to hear of it."  " Bring an action. Right yourself," said Bertram, in a spirited voice" 'Phe very thing I threatened to do. But. tinfh Howlitt and Bennett pointed out that they had never accused me; that it was 1 who flared up and took the aomeation to myself."  " And did you'," "Yes. I believe I But it WM their irork. PY ROBrif'd me into it.. I PPM asked Howliti to have, MP arrested. and he ialrnly told me be itnd no evidenee on ithioh to fotmd an aonuiation. Yet the ghastly thing ham been my oomplete undoing. Its ruined MP utterly and hopeletisly. If I don't out my life short I shall only go to the clogs. And—" ha stopped speaking. His lira quivered. despair flashed fmm his syes "I say. stand asiiie. Dumley!" he added. rushing the words. "Let me go! Don't, detain me! Or oh. for goodness' sake, don't make nm,s quarre" with you, trsi."  _ • Ilertram reahaed that argument yras tnieleas.  Rkf fh ng th ricu, er.ri et.rocle out. i cite the de rk n fee nt he re.ln -Fre,ept, enart.  Mr. Howlit* Wail partial to taking meny news. papers. He bcmght on every morning to read during the journey up to town. And he was in the habit of boasting that he reed all six. Certain it vras that nothing of interemt ever enesped his notion, and that hi/4 knowledge of the world's doings, political and social, aut marvellously great. It was five mondta to the day tattoo F10..1d Cavendish strode out of the office vowing never to re-enter it. For a few days after that angry scene Mr. Howlitt w. troubled with twinges of contwience, which led him in the end to write a kind and sympathetic letter to Mrs. Caren& sh. saying that her son had acted in a manner who:l3 unjustifiable, and that she must not take his conduct to heart; for none could doubt that she had done her duty splendidly, arid that he had premed most ungrateful. not only to herself, but to him, John Howlitt. The letter concluded with a veiled reference to the disappointment the writer felt in the complete failure that had attended his generous financial efforts to assist the am of an old friend  Hexing thus a...shed his hateda of the whole affair, Mr. HowlSt had dismissed the matter from his mind, and forgotten both Ronald and the lost fifty pounds.. To-day, as usual, he was reading his newspapers in a first-class crooking carriage, to the accompaniment of an excellent cigar, after the manner of prosperous city men. At the present moment Ilia attenticn was riveted on the account of a country police court case, for the nazne of the prisoner was Ronald Cavendish. "Just. wbat I expected!" be excLairned to " Gone utterly to the bail. A laze. goodfor-nothing. dishonest scoundrel. I knew he'd soon sin through that fifty pounes and haee to ear. I'm glad I didn't get /urn persecuted ssisalf.J:sit ,pwareixnem L. of.. ILL Ab.