The Cotton Factory Times. — 1907-12-13 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER LIII. ATONEMENT.  lock in the library—n bronze "Time" with lc—pointed to five minuteo to 12. ,  who had been writing, put down his collected his papers. Ilia face was pale ; there was an appearance of mental strain in wn look under his eyes and the compressure lips. He sat thinking, one elbow on the is head resting on his band. leer opened. Corley," announced Charles. rick rt se.  are obeyed your requerit. Mr. lankerville," itley, frigidly; "although it was with great that I received it. It is, I perceive, exactly mites to twelve—the hour you named." i. titanic you," said Itoderick, offering his "It was very kind of you to come. Will you in? I am expecting Dr. Wells." weits,•' repeated the vicar in surprise. " I .ooci—l gathered from your note that you had ing of a private nature to say to m 0" it's not private--exactly," said Roderick. is Dr. Wells." came in cheerfully; he had no quarrel with .k. "1 was told you wanted to see me before ilenyon. Ah, Gotley, how are you'!" icor opened again. It was Alice this time. rl hesitated at night of Gotley, and blushed  wdo you do, Mr. Gotley?" ate said. "I , you were alone, Roderick. Perhaps I had  I want you to stay," he replied. lad barely taken a seat when Arthur came e was dumbfounded to find the other men— 'vicar one of them. He would have reinstantly, but she was there. His eyes the girl's face. .  all Kate something to fay to you all in a t. Arthur," said Rixleriek. "Kindly re of all entered Angela. She glanced from the other rapidly, and drew a deep, quick  She alone of them all understood.' And r heart swelled, and her soul sang a hymn of king, and she gave Roderick a look which r and triumph and passion in one—a look wought the blood to his cheeks. _  soiled her a chair, and resumed his own at He spoke, and his voice was calm. impressive; who knew better than he did et tone in which a thing of importance should  I are surprised to see each other," he said. of you have not been on the beat of terms --here he glanced at Gotley' and at Arthur-pach other or with me! Dr. Wells alone has -.1-1 concerned in our differences of opinion, will be interested, I am sure, in the object gathering of mine. That object is to atone injustice towards my friend Arthur Kenyon, I have already permitted to exist too long. you all to know that it was not he, but I, IS the unfortunate cause of the suicide which ace in this room eight years ago." y broke from Alice, a fainter exclamation otley  Arthur got up at once, and went to 's aide, and remained there, adding her  seeming my love affair with poor Coralie (entinued Roderick. "I cannot see, even lat I was greatly to blame. I was only ninehen ,Ize came to the house, a widow older self. She was a pretty woman, and we were (IA alone, and I fell in love with her, of and promised to marry her in the heat. of a pa=sion. She must have known as well as I it my grandfather would never have given .=ent. So far, was it much more than folly,  trouble began when I was a little older, eali.,ed my mistake, when I wanted my freeick. and she loved me still. It was then that led in Arthur Kenyon, and asked him to help of the net. You were right, Gotley, in all is you hurled at us the other day; it was only deductions from those facts that you were Arthur did meet Mrs. West in this library cc me; it was after this interview, although mediately, that the tragedy occurred. I saw between to confirm his ftatement that our iship was at an end, and scarcely had I reto the garden when she shot herself."