The Cotton Factory Times. — 1909-11-19 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

WALTER G. WHITEHOUSE.  Sir Rupert paused in his hurried walk, and looked down at bib cousin. "I tell you f...D le ma] y , Henry," he said, " that all is lost save honour, and that, too, will be 'gone unless I can raise a large sum immediately. And that is impossible." There was a look of bitter despair in the young man's eyes as he resumed his pacing. Henry Darval looked up from his comfortable chair, and his eye took in the substantial appointments of the room.  "The eetatter he queried. " Mortgaged to the hilt," wae the disconbeliate rePtY•  These was silence for a few moments. Theok "What is the amount?" at length asked Dal-I,AL "Twelve thcanand," paid Sir Rupert. Hie cousin whistled. "May Ibe permitted to ask." he inquired sympathetically, "how you've got into thie moo?" The young man baked again, and with a nervous hand threw back a diecedered mane of hair from his heated brow.  "look here," Henry burst out, "I'll make a clean breast of it all to you. After all, you are my nearest relation, and my heir—" he laughed bitterly. "The fact is, I've been a young fool. Since I came of age until now—five abort years,— I have lived reckleeely—just for the moment—not caring one whit about the future. Money came easily, azxl it went in the same stay. I'll own I have lived at a fast rate, and made ducka and drakes with all I got. Ob, you know what I mean—horses, cards, and the rest. And now comes the reckoning. I'm done, Harry, absolutely done. I can't raise any more money to pay my ' debte of honour,' and, worst of all, the mortgagece are threatening to foreclose." Ile broke off, and leaned hie head upon the mantelpiece; his figure expressive of the utmost dejection. Henry Darval became alert at the mention of foreclosure. As heir to Langdon Towers it did not suit his book at all to think that the estate Should pam away to strangers. Rather than that he would pay the inter.t him.lf, but only as a last resource. Sir Rupert wee a young Life; he, Dorval, was approaching forty. There were more unlikely happenings than that theme interest payments would never benefit him. He sat oonsidering. " I might manage to find sufficient money to pay the mortgage interest," he said slowly at length, addressing the pathetic figure by the fireplace. The words brought DO gleam of hope to Sir Rupert. He advanced with outstretched hands to his cousin.  " ie. very good of you, Henry," he said quietly, "but it's no use." Then his mood changed, and, Ins voioe broke with emotion. 'Then is only one way for me, and that is--suicide," he whispered the word fearfully. "I'd do it to-night, Henry, I would, but I want to live. It's not cowardice. I want another chance. I want a fresh start and an opportunity to redeem the wasted years." The remembrance of a pair of appealing era came to him, and be heard again the tender word., "I have faith in you, Rupert. Why will you not follow the inclinationn of your better mil?" ! If only be could Pissify those words! With an air of sudden resolve be again addressed his cousin. " Henry," he said deliberately, "I would sell my soul for the chance of living a new life for five years, juet to show that I was not all bad, and that may better nature was not destroyed!" Henry Darval tumed his eyen away from bis COR/SiD, and looked out of the window. The vista of treas and lawn looked goodly in the September  "Five years," he repeated meohanically. ff head was in a whirl, for the pawing momenta were big vpith Fate. The fever of Deeire was upon him, rioting red-lint through his vein& . .  He ceontrolled himself by a big effort, and when be spoke it was in business-like tones. . _ . .  "I am afraid, that what money I have is so locked up that I am practically powerless to help you, Rupert. I dareasy I could do the interect--" A gestare of despair from Pupal t silenced him. " Heavens," be cried, ien't•there any nay cart?"