The Cotton Factory Times. — 1900-09-07 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

ADDIS." You may be sure that Maurice was on the beach in time. I would like to quote: "One kiss they took, nee mair," but it would not be appropriate. They could not have counted their kisses. Those blessed seaside appetites left them undisturbed and unnoticed. But at last Adelaide said: " Maurice, I suppose we meet for the last time. Grandma says that I must marry Senator Blackbag." " But girls do not marry people because their grandmothers desire it," said Maurice. "I know I shall," said poor Adelaide. "The family will back her up. I'm wax in their hands. I'm unable to fight; I can only die. I will soon, I know."  "We can elope," said Maurice. "We would be followed. I should be brought back," said Adelaide. " What is the use of resisting fate ?" Maurice groaned. The fact that he has neither present travelling expenses or future market money handicaps even the most ardent lover...  "If we cannot live together, we can die together," was all he had to say. Adelaide gently hinted that the future &dodo of suicides was theologically supposed to be rather nocomfortable; whereas, if they died at the appointed time they might meet in heaven. "Of which we know very little," Maurice replied. Then Adelaide hoped he "would not forgot religious principle," and Maurice told her that she never loved him. Then she wept. It was a very uncomfortable interview on the whole. At the moment of parting it became tragic. But as Mrs. Tolliver would be home by five o'clock, and the people were corning down to the beach, it was necessarily brief. Adelaide went straight to the hotel; Maurice walked away, plunged into despair as deep and romantic as any tenor in an Italian opera. Adelaide had been torn :rom him, mho fortune in the shape of twelve music scholars and a church engagement, and he resolved to drown himself.  Yes, he would hire a bathing-dress, swim gaily out--swiin until he met death. So it would end. Being a German, Maurice began the programme correctly. He was a splendid swimmer. Out he went—out, out, out. It would be a good, long distance, too, before the end of his endurance came.  Meanwhile, he rather enjoyed it. But he was in eitrnest. Laud was almost out of sight, when snddenly shrieks fell upon bis ears. They came from the deck of a little Erteam yacht. The people on board must have detected his design., and were screaming over it, he thought, and swam faster. But something bobbed before him; it looked like a bundle of black silk. As be touched it, it gasped. He recognised on the instant that there was a woman in the bundle. He grabbed it. However intent a man is on suicide, a woman must be saved from drowning. It was an interruption, but he had plenty of time. "Madam," be panted in an ear that opportunely turned up at this moment, "if you clutch me about the throat, we both go to the bottom. I don't care, but if you do—" _ .  "I—have--common sense," spluttered the being in the bundle, and proved the fact by keeping its bands down. Therefore Maurice was able to swim in slowly but surely. A voluminous, balloon-like black silk skirt, and a bundle which acted in some degree like a life-preserver, assisted matters materially, and finally the anxious crowd upon the beach began to cheer, and kindly arms received a bundle of black silk, above which appeared the face of Mrs. Tolliver, who had followed her escaping parasol from the deck of the steam yacht into the ocean.  Maurice was oredited with having seen the accident, and having started on his long swim in consequence. Could he be expected to correct the impression ? He was the hero of the hour to every one. His wish to die departed, and life grew sweet again when Mrs. Tolliver said:  Some people woukl have allowed me to drown after the way I used you. But you are a man and a hero, and you shall have the reward you ask."  And then, of coarse, Maurice declared that this world held nothing valuable to him bat hia.Aalalaide. Mrs. Tolliver said:  " Bless you, roy children," or words to-t.hat effect. And Switchelyille had a great wedding in the early winter.  " But for Maurice I might have been supper for the soarks that night," says Mrs. Tolliver, " and I know how to be grateful. I shall leave him all my fortune. Mean-white, we live together."