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WINIFRED'S BLUNDERS
WINIFRED'S BLUNDERS BY FRED V. ROSE, AUTHOR OF "Rome Again," "Tried and True," "Mine Own Familiar Friend"$c,, £ c. [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] «, CHAPTER I. HE>sp]endid mullioned windows of Carataira y^nge are looking their very best this August tternoon, with the sun shining brightly on the ^™°nd-shaped panes, and lighting up the fumbling old mansion in all its glory. The veral styles in which it has been built only rve to heighten the beauty of the house, and e county is justly proud of the Grange. of Jack Carstairs, leaning idly against the edge ^^fouotain in the grounds, regards his home with a feeling which he would find it hard to WfJ? eyes linger lovingly on every ^U-known window and door, and the sight rings him such keen satisfaction this after- noon that he asks himself with a start why he as never before appreciated this beautiful orne which will one day be his. He throws Way the fragrant havannah he has been looking and strolls slowly through the park. he splendid antlered stags watch him as he Fosses, without a look of fear in their soft rj^^tteyes. But Jack is too deeply engaged his thoughts to notice anything around j m# and judging by the look on the handsome ace they are very pleasant day-dreams in which 6 w indulging. He enters a small fir-planta- ?°n and proceeds at a much quicker pace ~^ards his destination. At last he reaches a P^vate door in the park wall, and taking from Jacket a key, opens it, and stands in the riddle of a long, straight, dusty road, on which 6 cannot see a single living creature. Great Csesar, it is hot. I've half a mind to fO hack," he mutters, looking ruefully at the ong white road. Then, throwing himself on 6 grass at the road-side, he determines to have ^6et before he moves in the direction of the lean*6 aSain- r^ie droning hum of the count- insects, combined with the soothing effects toe cigar he is smoking, soon cause him to into a doze. fave minutes pass, and in the far-off distance, s5Jhe long white road, appears a small black J*6* which rapidly draws near, and proves to neat little pony carriage, in which are two j^hes. They are chatting merrily as they j^proach, and the young girl who is driving gaily at some remark of her companion. mamrna, darling, whatever put such into your head ? Oh dear!" exclamation was caused by Jack UP suddenly and staring at them in a ^Trude manner. .J^hy, it's Mr. Carstairs, Winnie," said her v#Jier: stoP t^ie P°ny, my dear. How do y°^°,Mr. Carstairs?" •^ck had by this time risen from his lowly ^Uch, and hat in hand advanced to the side of ^6 carriage. His grey eyes were fixed on Ika?>,Ue'8 ^ace' 118 replied, Thank you, Mrs. ^Daer, as well as one can expect to be in this gating weather." foad-jU were asleep, Mr. Carstairs, on the public aside, too. I'm quite ashamed jf you," and shakes her head at him reprovingly. comes round to her side of the carriage, littl .get a glimpse of the bewitching bv t, e' which is, however, hidden from him c<ail!ie%. 8uns^,ade, says pleadingly, I really i^> Miss Palmer, I was coming to r eathercliffe, but the sun was so hot, and the &Ut "n° & I .was obliged to rest a little. «UTA e Fortune is good to me. Now I am you cannot refuse me a seat." M, *01 afraid Peter won't be able to take the us," said Winnie, dubiously. «What nonsense, child. Jump up there, Mr. ^f^airs," pointing to the seat opposite Winnie. Thank you, Mrs. Palmer, I could not think j. fusing Miss Palmer any inconvenience," said stiffly, raising his hat. Good afternoon." •^r». It was only my fun, Mr. Carstairs," said JDnie, contritely; do come." Jack could not resist the little hand that was him, and seated himself before Winnie **th the winning smile on his face that always PeoPl0 towards him. Jack Carstairs was j* a handsome man, but he was decidedly not »* Bis fi8ure and carriage were good, his oftener grave than gay, but the true, tokerf^t> grey eyes and resolute mouth be- nature infinitely above the average. feue. smiled his whole face lighted up, and "aa a ^resistibly drawn towards him. He trusted—upright, honourable, ^i/orwar(^ P°Werbefore him instinctively felt the that ijs at smile, and, looking at him, saw niiQ hrj e7ea were fixed on hers. She smiled at *PpoiotJ[} and, somehow, Jack felt dis- lida dj. He would rather have seen the eye- hep liffi°P' .and a slow blush shyly spread over B^iftl 6 gipsy face. They bowl along the road bfj > and soon come in sight of a large red- Ivv ^a118^011 standing in its own grounds. «// twines and climbs about the house, making look very pretty, and in the grounds they can several dainty figures playing tennis. They j?6 surrounded by several young men as draw up at the door, and one handsome tej^§ fellow, with wavy chestnut hair and ^ea^ures> assumed an air of proprietor- Jack^ he helps Winnie to descend that makes ,el as if he would like to immolate such as he mentally dubs the harmless Ud Winnie," bursts out a handsome ^lk nineteen summers, I'm used up. c°Uld u' the ancient martyrs, why they a candle to the martyrdom I have tepv,4. S?ne this afternoon, and all to save your 0iv6 jJ1011 a.8 a perfect hostess. Hang tennis, cigar nice shady nook, a good novel and li^e tv-That's the way to spend an afternoon ^Wif ^th the thermometer standing at Bay> in the shade. What do you Pve y°u my candid opinion, I agree with you as regards the shady k 7 <~c-; but pray include a lady." | lady," echoes Jeff, scornfully, "what We"' Look here, Jack, I believe you're in laughs rather nervously as he to Winnie. Miss Palmer, do help me. ^th ^P^grace brother of yours is charging me ^Pid^V^ng l)ecc>me a victim to the wiles of Wi • who was talking gaily with the to Jf^/ellow who had roused Jack's ire, turned I atn ^th a smile. Really, Mr. Carstairs, Jeff I shall be unable to help you. Both be abfd Ormy are too much for me. I used to « 6 to manage them, but now-" *9ith We manage her, Jack," interrupts Jeff, a sublime disregard of grammar. Then himself on the grass he produces a cigarette case and offers it to Jack. Nil, s„ seated herself in a low wicker chair, ck Taylor, the young fellow of whom Goiwi8 so jealous, lies at her feet. After a little nation Jack takes a cigarette and offers Jack, old fellow," whispers Jeff, you I'o^ £ aylor don't seem to hit it. What's the « v. ^ea°^ng> there's nothing the matter, Jeff, c the best of friends." you look it," sarcastically, you look «< like Othello, Jack. Awfully jealous." T «>Us," echoes Jack confusedly, jealous. fjn what have I to be jealous for ?" r^- ,8 JU8t what I mean to find out." cries cIIlX1ischievoualy! bo^iP?se y°u think I am in love, or some k**y 8i answered Jack, "but pray dismiss notion as that from your not over ee 1 nOddle, my boy." too lazy to retaliate such small im- '^fctly1068'" says Jeff> waving his hand grandilo- gail^ring again, Mr. Carstairs," cried Winnie, y°n and Jeff are always sparring. Now, ^Gre an^ ^Ve me y°ur opini°n on and the fly," whispers Jeff, laugh- Carstairs, as the latter moves off in the k Jack Minnie'8 chair. t tyJin Bnakes his fist at the offender, then i^Ce, l°w over Winnie's bewitching little 8^ers softly, "Your will is law, Miss t>jck' In what way can I serve you ?" ^Co^rj Taylor has joined the players, and the in a -u ^is talking eagerly to a pretty ^charming tennis costume. Winnie's K^fjged fWs the players absently, and the l^ty above hers softens into absolute 8 frotn\- Wa,tches her with proud love shin- Xljn dishonest grey eyes. f?U, forgotten what I intended asking fr8 face' Carstairs" she says, lif' ing her eyes to is o- °pt it Was nothing of importance. Philip to-day ?" ^cle 8ei•, Well, thanks," replied Jack; "my aila anything. But I quite forgot my message. He wishes Mrs, Palmer and yourself to dine with us to-morrow evening." Here comes mamma; you must ask her, Mr. Carstairs." Mrs. Palmer comes slowly towards them, with a gorgeous sunshade, erected," as Jack calls it, over her head. My dear Winnie, I don't know however you can bear this heat. Thank you, Mr. Carstairs," as Jack places her a chair; "what do you think of the new tennis nets ?" "Very nice indeed," replied Jack, politely. Then, giving Sir Philip's invitation, which Mrs. Palmer accepts, he turns to Winnie. Shall we stroll down to the conservatory? It is always so cool there, and I should greatly like to see the new orchid Mrs. Palmer was speaking to me about." Yes. Go down with Mr. Carstairs, Winnie, said Mrs. Palmer. I am so sorry," replied Winnie, sweetly. I promised to show Mr. Taylor my new bay mare 'Nellie.' You will excuse me, won't you, Mr. Carstairs ? Jack bowed, with a keen sense of disappointment, and again there arose the fierce jealousy of Dick Taylor. Mrs. Palmer's guests now began to take their leave, and soon the party was reduced to Dick Taylor, Jack, and the family. Mrs. Palmer was a widow. Her husband had been dead for several years, and had left his widow and children well provided for. Winnie had two brothers, Jeff and Ormy, who were both at home, and who positively adored their sister. Consequently she was rather spoiled, although she had a sweet winning nature, and lovable little whims and caprices. She was only a child yet, scarce eighteen, but her wondeiful beauty had attracted numerous admirers, amongst whom Carstairs and Taylor were the foremost. Dick Taylor was a stranger to them a month ago; since then he had made rapid strides in their favour, and after Lord Knockdown had paid a visit to Sir Philip Carstairs and recog- nised Dick as a friend he had been doubly wel- come in the neighbourhood. Mrs. Palmer was an ambitious woman, and expected Winnie to make a good match. A good match! Riches-first consideration-love and happiness nowhere. Mothers of the nine- teenth century are preternaturally clever in negotiating a good match. Dick had not explained to them his pro- fession, or means, but being a friend of Lord Knockdown's, he must be a good match, thought Mrs. Palmer. During the last few days, however, her views had modified. She had learnt that Dick's income was but two hundred a year, and had cooled down considerably in consequence. Mr. Carstairs is a perfect gentleman. Has expectations, too. In fact, will be the owner of Carstairs Grange; and I begin to fancy he cares for Winnie. H'm, I will see what the I day brings forth, and shape my plans accord- ingly." Winnie's eyes brighten as Dick comes over to them, and says, Shall we pay our visit to Nellie now, Miss Palmer ? She rises from her seat and walks across the close cut grass-a lissom, graceful figure by her side. Jack watches them with a gloomy look on his face, which Mrs. Palmer is quick to notice. You will stay to tea, of course, Mr. Carstairs," she says, pleasantly. "Now, don't refuse; I have something important I wish to consult you about." I shall be happy to be of use," Jack replied, gallantly. The two stroll towards the house; at the same time a pretty scene is being enacted near the loose box appropriated to the new bay mare Nellie." "Isn't she a beauty, Dick?" said Winnie patting the mare's soft neck, whilst :Dick feeds her with lump sugar. She likes lump sugar, so she does," said Winnie, childishly. The girl looks very lovely as she stands there, with a faint flush on the smooth soft cheeks, and the love-light in her dusky eyes. Dick looks at her, with his head held a little on one side—" Winnie, darling, you look superb," he said softly; you will let me speak to your mother to-night, dear ? She lays her hand on his arm softly. Yes, Dick, speak to-night," then she added tremu- lously, we have been so happy, too happy. I'm afraid it won't last. What nonsensical ideas you do get into your head, dearest," he said tenderly. Why should it not last ? I don't know," the pretty mouth quivering ominously, but I have a presentiment that there is trouble in store for us." "The sun has affected you, Winnie," he says, anxiously; shall we go into the house ?" Yes, Dick," she whispers. And, Dick, you will always trust me. No matter what you may hear, you will believe that I am always true to you ?" Of course I will always trust you, dearest," he replied, with her hands clasped in his. But you must not break down. All will be well, Winnie. I know your mother wishes you to marry someone who can offer you position and a good establishment, but when I speak to her to-night, when I tell her how we love each other, it is impossible that she can refuse to sanction our engagement. I know, darling, that I am not half good enough for ysu, that I Silence, sir," placing her little hand over his mouth; remember you are speaking of one of my possessions." Dick kissed her hand passionately, and Car- stairs, who had been sent by Mrs. Palmer to find the truants and inform them tea was waiting, came upon the pretty tableau un- observed. With a quick backward movement he crept away. He had not heard a word of their conversation, but he had seen enough to convince him that the girl he loved with the one love of his life, the girl he had pictured to himself as his wife—loved another, and the knowledge made him reckless. CHAPTER II. YES, Winnie, we are ruined," and Mrs. Palmer's sobs grow more and more hysterical, Winnie is standing before the open window. Her short curly hair is gently ruffled by the cool breeze that sighs through the shrubbery across the lawn. In her hand she holds a telegram which arrived an hour before, and has thrown such a gloom over their hitherto happy house- hold. It is from Mrs. Palmer's legal advisers, and announces the utter failure of the bank in which their money was invested. The little face is very white and scared, but a sense of her duty; rouses the girl, and she crosses to her mother's side. Never mind, mamma," she whispers, bravely, surely there will be something saved from the wreck, and we must make the best of our posi- tion. Perhaps it is for our good. Who knows? We must bear our crosses, and try to say Thy will be done. I am so glad the boys were out when it came," sobbed Mrs. Palmer, whatever we shall do I cannot tell. And to think that only yes- terday I gave my consent to your engagement to Mr. Taylor, much against my will. But there, send for him, dear. He may be able to advise us." Yes, mamma. Dear old Dick. Why did I not think of that before," with a glad light in her eyes. Then a look of misery crosses her face. Oh, mamma, I must offer Dick his free- dom again now. This makes such a difference. He cannot afford to marry a penniless wife. We shall have to wait a few years now. I know," proudly, that he will not accept his freedom when I offer it." Write him a short note, dear," replied her mother, faintly, tell him our money is all lost, and ask him to come at once, as we should be glad of his advice. Send John with it immedi- ately. He can take I Bon-bon she is our swiftest horse. And also write to Sir Philip, Winnie, explaining why we cannot dine at the Grange, and pray, Winnie darling, don't tell Jeff or Ormy, until we know the full extent of our losses." Yes, mamma." The notes are written and despatched, and Dick anxiously expected. Winnie's head aches terribly, and the girl feels a sickening sensation come over her, as the time passes and brings her no reply. Mrs. Palmer had retired to her own room, leaving Winnie alone in the comfort- able snuggery which was the boys' especial den. Riding whips, fishing rods, and guns decorated the walls, whilst the space over the chimney- piece was hung with every description of pipe ingenuity could invent. The boys were enthu- siastic collectors of curios, and the numerous mysterious packages had always possessed great interest for Winnie. But this afternoon the misery at the girl's heart far outweighs her nervous dislike to being alone. She looks very lovable as she leans against the window-frame and gazes with unseeing eyes on the fair landscape stretched before her. She is wearing a dress of some dark material, which fits the slender figure to perfection. The cream- tinted lace with which it is trimmed is of price- less value, and the diamond butterfly brooch she is wearing well becomes her piquant beauty. Suddenly the quick gallop of a horse can be [ heard approaching the house, and Winnie with a glad smile runs to the hall to meet-not Dick as she had expected, but Jack Carstairs, with a kindly smile on his face. He gives his horse to the groom, and takes Winnie's little hand in his firm grasp. His eyes meet hers with a look which gives her a sense of relief. He is so true and strong; so good to all his dependents, that she instinctively feels it is well to have this man's friendship. My uncle showed me your note, Miss Palmer, so I came over at once to learn the par- ticulars, and to offer my services." Thank you, Mr. Carstairs, you are so good to take the trouble to come so soon," said Winnie, with a faint smile. "Nonsense," cried Jack, gruffly; "trouble, indeed! I am not afraid of a little trouble when it will help any friends of mine." Oh, Mr. Carstairs, is that you ?" said Mrs. Palmer, entering with a look of relief; how kind of you." Nothing of the sort, Mrs. Palmer," replied Jack, with a genial laugh; the kindness will be all on your side if you will allow me to help you in any way." Mrs. Palmer came across the hall to the door and looked anxiously down the drive. No one was in sight, and turning to Jack she said entreatingly, I do not want the boys to know of this until everything is settled, Mr. Carstairs. Shall we go to the morning-room ?" Mrs. Palmer explained to Jack that her husband had placed the whole of their money in the North-Western Bank, which had now stopped payment. "This is the telegram we received," handing it to Jack. It ran: "North-Western Bank stopped pay- ment this morning. Is an utter failure. May be able to rescue a little from the wreck. Send us a gentleman as your representative." Jack's voice was husky as he asked, "I suppose Mr. Taylor will have gone ?" Oh, no. He has not come yet," replied Mrs. Palmer, whilst the colour flowed in Winnie's cheeks. You have sent for him ?" Yes, at the same time we despatched the note to Sir Philip. Perhaps he was out. Although the messenger has not yet returned." A knock at the door interrupted them, and a note was handed to Mrs. Palmer. The man retired, and Winnie, with a beating heart, waited to hear what her lover said. Why had he not come ? was he ill ? Mrs. Palmer tore open the envelope delibe- rately, and read the note through carefully. Then, with a pitying glance at Winnie, she read aloud: Dear Mrs. Palmer,-Miss Palmer's note came upon me in the shape of an un- pleasant surprise, and I can assure you I am very sorry to hear of your losses, as it makes a vast difference in the position of affairs. I am, as you are aware, a poor man, and not at all in a position to marry a penniless girl, and as love in a cottage has no charms to offer me which would in any way recompense me for the absence of the needful, I can only say that I release your daughter Winnie from her engagement." "The insolent puppy. rll horsewhip him within an inch of his life," burst out Jack, jump- ing to his feet with clenched hands. Winnie stood with her hands clasped tightly together, and a stricken look on the little face that caused Jack's chivalrous nature to take fire again. I 11 Winnie, darling, don't look like that," said Mrs. Palmer. Oh, my dear, he is not worthy the love you gave him." Mamma, it cannot be true," she whispered. Dick could not be so cruel to me." It is true, darling, you should thank Heaven for saving you from such a man." Jack had considerately withdrawn from the room, and now stood outside waiting to speak with Mrs. Palmer before he left the house. When she came out he seized her hand in his. You will let me go as your representative, will you not, Mrs. Palmer ?" he asks, pleadingly. I will see to everything, and if you are-that is to say—until your own affairs are settled, look upon me as your banker. It will give me great pleasure to be able to serve you." She could only thank him with a few broken sentences and as he took his leave, she thought how different things might have been if Winnie had given her love to this man, for whom she entertained such a regard. It is a thousand pities," she mused as she made her way to Winnie's room. But all may yet be well. I can see that Mr. Carstairs loves Winnie, and if she can only think of him in that light, it will take a load off my mind now this new trouble has come upon us. What to do with the boys I don't know. I must consult Mr. Carstairs about them." She knocks at the door of Winnie's bedroom, and goes in to find her on the bed in a dead faint. "Poor Winnie," murmurs her mother, bathing her forehead gently, it is a trouble I never thought you would have to bear." She loosens the dress at the pretty throat, and chafes the little hands tenderly. In a short time the girl's eyes open wide, and she glances enquiringly around, then turning to her mother she hides her face on the breast that is her only refuge, with a bitter cry. Mamma, mamma," she sobbed convulsively, take me away from Heathercliffe, away from this place, with the old associations, and I will try to forget the man who prized me only because I had money." Yes, yes, darling," said Mrs. Palmer, sooth- ingly, we will go as soon as we possibly can." I will send them fifty pounds to-day, and they need never know but it is their own rightful money." Jack Carstairs is leaning idly back in a leather-covered arm chair, with his feet on the chimney-piece—a favourite position of his-and a huge cigar in his mouth, at which he is puffing vigorously, as he muses of the Palmers and their difficulties. He had done his best for them in their trouble, and now that it was definitely settled he felt greatly relieved. The comfortable fortune that the Palmers had once possessed was gone. They were destitute. Jack, sitting there so restlessly, feels an uncon- trollable desire to keep from them the truth. "What can they do?" he asks himself. "I must at all hazards keep them in ignorance of their true position. But how to do it? I know they are too proud to accept help from anyone and Jack chews the end of his cigar savagely, as he mentally anathematizes his own thickheadedness in not being able to devise some way to help them. The room he is in is one of the handsomest in the "Tontine Hotel," where he has been staying during his visit to town, and he is now expecting one of the directors of the bank, who is to pay him a final visit this afternoon. He glances impatiently at the little ormolu clock, which ticks away so steadily on the chimney- piece. What an infernally long time he is coming. He promised to be here at three, and it is now ten minutes past," Jack growls. A sharp rap at the door, followed by the entrance of a gray-haired benignant-looking old gentleman, restores Jack's equanimity. Good afternoon, Mr. Dunkerley, pray be seated," and placing a chair for his visitor, Jack sinks back with a sigh of relief. Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Carstairs. I Couldn't get here sooner," jerks out the old fellow, mopping his forehead energetically; awfully hot, isn't it ?" Yes, it is rather warm," replies Jack. Our business can soon be disposed of- sorry, very, for Mrs. Palmer and family," grunts the bluff old fellow "after due consideration we have decided to present to Mrs. Palmer a cheque for two hundred pounds." "Very kind of you, I'm sure," replied Jack a trifle sarcastically then with a sudden change to his old genial manner," Pray excuse me, Mr. Dunkerley, I know you have done your best for them, and I thank you accordingly." "Tut-tut-tut-tut, Mr. Carstairs, don't be foolish," said the old fellow, rising to take his leave. You will excuse me making a longer stay, won't you ? I suppose you are going back home this afternoon r" Yes, I am thinking of doing so." Here is the cheque for Mrs. Palmer," hand- ing it to Jack, and I sincerely hope all will go well with them. Good afternoon, Mr. Car- stairs." Good afternoon," answered Jack, holding the door open; then as his visitor disappeared he closed the door and sat down to the table. Drawing some telegraph forms toward him, and writing one out to let the Palmers know at what time to expect him, he saw it dispatched, and then commenced his packing. After awhile he sends a waiter to call t a cab, and is soon standing on the platform at St. Pancras. The station is very busy this afternoon, and Jack has some difficulty in making his way to the bookstall. Having pur- chased an armful of papers, Jack makes his way to a first class smoking carriage, and having cosily ensconced himself in one corner and lighted a fragrant cigar, he composes him- self for the quiet enjoyment of Punch, when the door is suddenly opened, a modest little hand- bag, together with several parcels, are handed in. and are followed bv a young lady, who attempts to draw back upon seeing it is a smoking carriage and occupied, but who is unable to do so as the train has begun to move. "Change carriages at next stopping place, miss, if yer objects to smoking," yells the porter, riding on the carriage step with that reckless disregard to life and limb which is a charac- teristic of those useful individuals. The girl glances timidly at Jack, who with a polite Allow me," is stowing away her parcels on the rack. She is a dainty little creature—a slender graceful girl, of perhaps twenty, with wild-rose com- plexion, shadowy violet eyes, and waving golden hair. A gentle submissive creature," thought Jack, taken in by the intensely seraphic expres- sion of the lovely face. And well-dressed, too," taking in at a glance the pretty dark-blue cloth dress, the exquisitely fitting short jacket, becoming little velvet cap, and, what most pleased his fastidious taste, the perfect gloves in which the little hands were encased. A comical feeling of dismay stole over him, M he placed the last parcel safely away and was rewarded with a demure, "Thank you, very much." "I hope you do not object to smoking," he said, as he again settled himself in his corner. "Oh, no; not in the least," she answered brightly. "I am afraid you were too hurried to choose a compartment," said Jack, smiling. The girl gave a clear, rippling laugh. "Yes, I very nearly missed the train, didn't I? Then the porter bundled me in in such a hurry that I really had no time to see what was the com- partment. I The girl stops suddenly, and a doubtful look creeps over her face as she opens her bag. Jack eyes her over with an amused smile, and wonders at the same time what the girl's friends are thinking about, allowing her to travel alone. She meets the steadfast grey eyes regarding her so "kindly, and says, Auntie gave me strict orders to speak to no gentlemen," demurely, but for once I am going to disregard her ad- vice. You know Mr. —— Carstairs," put in Jack, quickly. ) Thank you," with a smile. You know Mr. Carstairs; Dick should have been here to meet me, but he has been visiting in the neighbour- hood of—yes, of Carstairs Grange," chudishly. Do you live there, Mr. Carstairs ? I live there with my uncle, Sir Philip," replied Jack, smiling at her excitement. Oh, I am so glad to have met you," she said, Erettily. "Auntie would be glad, too, if she new. I am sure you will know Dick Thank you for the compliment, Miss-" Dacre," was the reply to his mute interroga- tion. "And as to the Dick you mention, I must plead Oh! don't you know Dick Taylor, Mr. Car- stairs ?" wonderingly. Jack's cigar fell on the floor as he sat bolt 1 upright in his seat and said, coldly, I beg your pardon. Mr. Richard—who did you say ?" The change was so sudden that the girl's violet eyes opened wide in astonishment. "Mr. Carstairs," she said, reproachfully, "I did not say Mr. Richard. I said Dick Taylor. Don't you know him ?" Jack leaned back in his seat again. Know him? Ahem! yes;" then, under his breath— for a scoundrel." t j The girl regarded him anxiously as she asked quickly, Don't you like Dick ?" j Like him ?" said Jack quietly, with a strange little smile. "Well, I can't say I do. You see," apologetically, seeing a cloud rising on the little lady's face opposite, he isn't my style for one thing, and then, you see, he's— well, anyway, he and I could never hit it." She had been watching him breathlessly, and now, with a little flattering sigh, she said, I'm so sorry, Dick and I are engaged—what's the matter, Mr. Carstairs ?" Nothing, nothing," said Jack, hurriedly. "Dick and I are engaged, and are to be married," she went on, in six weeks." "Indeed," grimly. "I am sorry I cannot con- gratulate you, Miss Dacre. It would be against my principle so to do. I believe this is my de- stination, rising, as the train came to a stand- still. Shall I put you in another compartment P" "If you would be so kind," tremulously. Then, after seeing her safely in a compartment with two old ladies, he whispers, as he clasps her hand at parting, You will forgive me for not being able to congratulate you on your engage- ment, Miss Dacre ? In the time to come you may, perhaps, understand the reason why I can- not do so. And if ever you should want a friend send for Jack Carstairs," and, as the train steams swiftly out of the station, Jack, stand- ing bareheaded on the platform, whispers, with a pain at his kindly heart, a prayer for the girl who is to be Dick Taylor's wife. (To be continued.)
PAUL DANFORD'S LAST DAYS.
PAUL DANFORD'S LAST DAYS. Paul Danford, from the first to the last of his career, was not one of fortune's favourites. His ex- perienceoflifewas a positive denial of the truth of all those proverbs and axioms which attest that suc- cesses alternate with failures and joy with sorrow, and that everything comes as the result of working and waiting. His case was one which proves exist- enoe to be somewhat an unequal thing, and might have occasioned a debate upon the exact where- fore some possess so much without any exertion of their own, and others so very little despite honest, unremitting effort. Even in his earliest years Paul Danford had no personal experience of childhood's pleasures. Parents, and a fair sprinkling of near relatives, had not been denied him, but their selfishness was so intense that they had no feeling left which should pass on to others who ought to have been dear as well as near." Mr. Danford had always given Paul to understand that after he was sixteen he must take care of him- self—which he did to the best of his ability. At twenty he married and set up a home in a meagre lodging; before he was twenty-five he pos- sessed three ailing children; and it is scarcely matter for surprise that on his thirtieth birthday his hair was streaked with grey, and his cheeks were hollow and sunken. He had chosen as hia wife a pretty and gentle orphan girl, who had gono through the hard ex- perience of what it is to be a Durserv governess. She had chosen poverty and Paul Danford's love in preference to the advertised salary and the unadver- tised items of hard work, unkind looks and con- temptuous treatment which had been earned in a gentleman's family. Even at the very worst—say when money was short and the three children were down with scarlet fever—I am not sure that Nelly did not rejoice in being Paul's wife instead of a governess drudge, for despite their troubles, they always loved one another. j She was a domesticated little woman who would have been the thriftiest and cheeriest mistress of some pretty home; not the least of her trials was that of bringing up her babies in the discomfort of London lodgings, with the first floor" noting and complaining of every disturbed night, and the land- lady sharp after rent and relentless in the matter of damages. In the golden days which, though a long way off, they tried to believe must dawn at last for them, Paul and his pretty, pale wife talked of some cottage in a garden, -where the children might laugh or scream without anyone to complain of the disturb- ance. He was a clerk at a small salaiy; worth more, his employers would probably have admitted, but then, as men can always be had at a small salary, why should more be given ? Fortunately for Paul, he was not without talent, as well as education, and managed to supplement his income by occasional papers and short stories which he might get published in journals and magazines when he had a little good luck. j Still, work as he might, and pinch as he might, life was very hard, and many and many a night, after cheering Nellie with hope, though his heart was sink- ing, he sat over his manuscripts "returned with thanks," or those in progress of completion, with tears in his eyes, as he thought of the dear ones who depended on him, yet for whom he seemed so power- less to provide. All through the year of 188— things had gone particularly ill with the Danfords. The winter had been unusually cold, necessitating either more fuel than ordinary or more than ordinary suffering. Nellie herself had a long bout of sickness severe enough to require the visits of a doctor; the children had whooping-cough in its worst form and Paul began to realise that work, worry and poor fare were telling seriously on his own store of strength. That one misfortune brings others in its train has crystallised into a proverb, and to all these evils were added the evil of a rise in the price of many essential articles of food, the loss by post of a manuscript story, by which the poor clerk had hoped to gain a trifle, and other minor troubles far too numerous to be set down here. The following summer was an unhealthy one, and brought to the neighbourhood where the Danfords lodged some fever of an infectious kind, and Lilla, bheir youngest child, sickened and died of it. Paul Danford had known many a heartache before this, but he fancied nothing had ever pierced him so sharply as the sight of Nelly crying over the small xomn the loss seemed worse to bear, because they both felt that could they have afforded all that rich parents can give to sick children, Lilla might have struggled back to life and health. The doctor who had visited the little thing spoke a svord of warning to the father. "You must not neglect yourself,"he said, Ie and a,void all great fatigue or sudden emotions. J per- "eive that you. Mr. Danford. are not a stroog man. I Paul smiled—a melanenoly smile it was, too. I cannot afford to take care of myself," he said, M and I suppose the constitutions of poor men must be expected to resist illness." Oh, do take care, Paul!" pleaded his wife, after- wards. You work hard at the office, and then you come home and weary yourself out writing half the night. I wish yon had married a clever woman, who could help you." "You do help me, Nelly, for you are brave and patiert through all our troubles. And as for work, the children are enough for you." Need you work so hard, Paul ?" My dear. Need I ? You know that I ought to work harder—if only I could get paid for it." Nelly sighed. There would be a doctor's bill coming in as an unwelcome extra; how were they to exist ? Paul," she said, one day, you have some rela- tions, though I have none. Would not one among them do something to help you ?" Danford shook his head. Can't they, Paul ?" They are not rich, but I suppose it is a case of won't rather than can't, Nelly. My relations have always taken as a family motto Every one for him- self.' Mrs. Danford sighed. "We have hardly any money after little Lilla's ill- ness—and Frank and Fred are weak still." I know it. Oh, Nelly, I would give my heart's blood, were it of any use, to make things easier for you God knows I try, and only God knows, my dear. why I do not succeed." You will—you must, in time, Paul," and his wife tried to smile through her tears. You are so good, and brave and patient, that surely all will get easier and better for us by-and-bye." A few more weeks passed, winter promised to set in early and with severity, and the poor clerk often went dinnerless and supperless, so as to lessen the cost of living, in the hope of finding needful food and fuel for Nelly and the two delicate boys. How long can I hold out against all this ?" he I was beginning to ask himself, for not the least of his troubles was that of realising, only too surely, that he was getting weaker, and that the risk of leaving a widow and orphans to the world's mercilessness was becoming greater. He had often thought of insuring his life, but could never spare the money for the premium; I when, wearied out by the work of the day, he threw himself on his bed, thoughts of Nelly's future came to torture him and to banish sleep. There is disinterested kindness in the world there do exist those who would give a man like me ;i ] helping hand, if I knew where to find them, but I do not know," he reflected. 'I Looking back and remembering the names of his few friends and acquaintances, poor Paul Danford's heart sank within him in regard to any help coming from them. Two, yes, of two he felt absolutely sure that they would if they could, but could not—and for the good reason that they were as hardly beset as himself. Of the others—well, had they the will ? One had been a school friend, and was now a wealthy man his name was often seen on public subscription lists, and for no small sums. But though Danford was not a bitter judge of his fellowmen, some knowledge seemed given him to understand that John Rolfe was not likely to take an interest in the sorrows and struggles of a private individual whose case would never appear in the columns of the daily papers. His employers—well, he might risk asking an advance of his salary, but there would not be much practical good in having it for the moment and going without later; besides, they were already grumbling about hard times and threatening to reduce their number of clerks, and any appeal might result in the loss of his situation. By his pen a trifle here and there would be coming in, but it was against all rule to pay before publica- tion, and even if it were granted it would be as a favour which ought not to have been asked. "We must struggle on," said the poor fellow to himself, and perhaps I shall see my way to work which will brine in money. They aav Gcd helps ihose who help themselves, but sometimes one feels inclined to doubt if it is true nowadays, whatever it may have been in the past." The winter deepened. Christmas came and went. Little Fred and Frank cried to see sc much prepare- tion for making children happy, in which there was nothing for them. In January Paul Danford broke down utterly, and could not drag himself to the office during all one week on his re-appearance there he received a cheque and his dismissal. Not for any fault, so the head partner explained, but they had been long wishing to reduce their clerks, and of course one must look at things in a business way, and employ those who could do the most work for the lowest remuneration—notably, younger and unmarried men. Danford did not grieve Nelly by telling her what had happened—it should be kept as his own trouble at least for a few days. He showed her the cheque, told her he was going to take a week's rest, and saw her in consequence happier and more hopeful than she had been for many a day. A cheque for a small sum, however welcome, is not an inexhaustible mine. There was rent to pay; bread and tea formed the chief items of the Danfords' daily food, but even that, and milk for the children, runs into money, and boots had t ecome so necessary that the day of purchase could no longer be postponed. I must go out and inquire for employment," said poor Paul one soaking wet morning when he ought to have been by a good fire, and then he made full con- fession of the sorrowful secret. During five days he answered advertisements, called at different offices, offered himself in almost any capacity—in vain. On the sixth day he was so ill that Nelly sent for the doctor, who ordered him to stay within doors. I must get my living, doctor," said the patient. If you go out you will get your death," was the reply. Doctor Donne was not a rich man, and his work lay more among the poor than among the wealthy, but a large hamper of goods was delivered at Paul Danford's lodging that day, the sender thereof un- known, and—to his honour be it told—the cost thereof had come out of the medical man's not too well-lined purse.. Now, Paul, I can nurse you up cried his wife. Tins of soup, a fowl, a joint of beef, tea, cocoa, sugar, and some oranges—it must have come from your old employers." I doubt it," said Paul, thoughtfully; and it never occurred to him to connect that welcome present with the somewhat bluff, abrupt doctor, to whom he still owed a bill, though it had never been sent in. But despite Nelly's care and the food which she prepared for him, Danford did not improve. Was it that some voice within was warning him of his end ? He seemed at least more troubled about the future of his wife than even about the actual present, and more than once she saw the tears in his eyes as they fol- lowed the movements of the little boys. If you will give me paper and ink, I want to write two letters, dear," he said, later in the after- noon. And for once we must afford two stamps, as my letters are important." Nellie hastened to arrange what he wanted on a little table drawn up to the sofa on which he was lying. She looked at his white, drawn face, and the dark eyes which were too brilliant, and begged him not to tire himself. When the letters were written and posted, Paul Danford seemed better and happier. After the chil- dren fell asleep, he talked quite cheerfully. Perhaps everything is going to be better for us, and I do believe a little happiness would do more for me than the doctor, Nelly! Those letters-well, they are my bread cast on the waters. I have sent them in faith and trust, and now we must await the reply. One is to a man for whom I did a service long ago, and he told me if the time ever came whea he could serve me in return, I was to lei him know. He has large means now, but I have never appealed to him. I have ventured at last to ask him for a loan. I saved his child's life. He wanted to do something for me then, but I was young and proud, and I refused. So he bade me consider him indebted to me for the rest of his life, and I was not to hesitate to let him know if he could serve me at any future time." Then it is certain he will do this—and in his place I should do more for you," and Nelly brightened with happiest anticipations. Oh, Paul, perhaps the turning in the long lane has come to us at last! A little help to get you strong and see us through the bad weather, and you may get a better situation than the last. Our happiness is to begin through this Mr. Percival, and how glad he will be to think it should be so." My other letter was to Dick Carroll, my first cousin, you know. We have never seen much of each other, but when we met we were very good friends. So, as he has been luckier than I, and has got on in the world, I have asked him to look a little to you and the children—if I should have a long illness." But you will not. You are to get better when the money comes from Mr. Percival. Confess, now, Paul! Would not money make you well ?" It would take a load from my mind and make me well, if anything can—or help me to die easy," added Paul to himself. Nelly was very bright and cheery for the next day or two, looking out for the postman, yet admitting that replies could not be expected by return." Paul seemed sadly weak, but he was hopeful; happen what mig at to himself, he felt he had now secured friends for his wife and children. On the third morning Nelly was busy preparing the breakfast after helping her husband to his sofa, and it was the landlady herself who carried him a letter which had just arrived. It might have been a quarter of an hour later—it certainly was not more—that the children's voices, calling, Mother, mother as if in terror, brought Nelly in haste from the kitchen. I am here; what is it, dears ? she said, breath- lessly, as she gained the passage. ■ Ah! What was it? Only Paul, her husband, stretched lifeless upon the floor, while a stream of blood had issued from his lips, falling on a letter he still held in his stiffening fingers. j Mr. Percival presents his compliments, and re- 1 grets that the many drains upon his purse prevent his acceding to the request contained in Mr. Dan- ford's note of the 21st inst." That was what Nelly read when the firetehockwaa over, and she could understand that coming as it did in Paul's weak state, it had killed him. j The widow's case was taken up by eome of the bnsy workers in the world who can only interest themselves too late, and she was put into a business house, and her little ones into asylums for fatherless children, every mother not being expected to mind such separations. I; Poor Paul's cousin Dick was neither seen nor heard of, and so the hope of his last days proved as futile as other hopes. Mr. Percival's letter, stained with her husband's life-blood, is still preserved by Nelly Danford as a proof of how much value may be attached to professions of gratitude.
TRADES UNION CONGRESS.
TRADES UNION CONGRESS. CLOSING MEETING. The sittings of the Trades Union Congress were ooncluded on Saturday at the Town Hall, Newcastle, Mr. T. Burt, M.P.. in the chair. After the confirmation of the minutes for the pre- vious day, Mr. John Ward, London, asked whether a delegate was justified in making a charge to the Standing Orders Committee that a fellow delegate of the Congress was not a bona Sde representative of his trade, and whether the Standing Orders Committee was justified in secretly calling thqt member forward upon the evidence of another delegate who dared not give his name. He also wanted to know, as he con- sidered himself insulted in this instance, whether the President would ask the Standing Orders Committee to give the name of the delegate who made what he | described as a sneaking and cowardly charge. j Subsequently Mr. John Wilson, chairman of the Standing Orders Committee, said that Mr. Ward was brought into the room not on the report of any one delegate. He appeared to be a striking man. They brought him before the committee, and in answer to a question, he said that he had been a navvy up to a year last August. Mr. Ward had an idea himself that there was something striking in his appearance, because he said it must be his eloquent manner that led them to doubt him. ^r- -P- J- King (London) complained that a charge had been made against him. Mr. John Wilson, in reply, said that the charge against Mr. King was that for 15 or 20 years he had been a lecturer. Mr. King was called in before the committee, and he said he had been a lecturer eight years. They at once accepted his statement. Mr. Snelling (one of the scrutineers) reported that for the election of the Parliamentary committee 527 ballot papers were returned, one of which was in- formal. It was possible to have 5260 votes recorded, but the total recorded was 3625, or about 69 per cent. The following were the members elected: John Wilson, M.P., Miners' National Union, 318; J. H. Wilson, Seamen's Union, 282; S. Birtwhistle, Amalgamated Weavers, 247; William Inskip, Boot and Shoe Operatives, 239: Edward Harford, Amalga- mated Railway Servants, 200 T. R. Threlfall, South- port Trades Council (compositor), 182; James Maudsley, Cotton Spinners, 181; J. D. Kelly, Litho- graph Printers, 147 William Matkin, General Union of Carpenters and Joiners, 147 J. Inglis, Associated Blacksmiths, 143. Three men failed to get into the list simply because they were the lower in the list of two members of the same trade. These were Mr. Pickard, M.P., Union Federation, who had 199; Mr. C. J. Drummond, London Compositors, who had 178; and Mr. F. Chandler, Carpenters, Manchester, who had 146. Mr. Whitfield, Bristol, asked whether Mr. Charles Fenwick, M.P., having been unanimously re-elected Parliamentary secretary, would carry out the behests of the Congress, and push the Eight Hours Bill in the House of Commons. The President said Mr. Fenwick would endeavoui to perform the duties of the office of secretary entirely independent of his own private opinions as member for the Wansbeck division, being responsible there to his own constituents. Mr. Fenwick would decide for himself. Mr. Tait, Glasgow, presented the financial state- ment. The income, including a balance of £1001 15s. 4d., had been £1152 7s. 4d., and the expenditure £72 8s. 8d. The report was adopted. It was agreed that all resolutions on the agenda not reached at the rising of the Congress should be handed over to the Parliamentary Committee to be dealt with. Mr. T. R. Threlfall moved, and Mr. Snelling seconded, the following resolution: That this Con- gress condemns the continued neglect of labour ques- tions by the House of Commons, and regards drastic industrial reform as impossible until, by concerted action, a strong and vigorous Labour party has been returned to Parliament; and, in view of an early general election, this Congress urges the united trades of the country to seize every opportunity to select, nominate, and return Labour representatives to the House of Commons. This Congress further advisee that a vigorous effort be made to return working men to all local bodies." Mr. Keir Hardy proposed an amendment in favour of establishing a Central Congress fund, to be ad- ministered by the Parliamentary Congress in the elec- tion and maintenance of Labour representatives, whose duty it should be to support the Parliamentary Committees' programme. This was lost by a large majority. An amendment to add after Labour party the words "Independent of party politics," was carried by a great majority. The resolution was then adopted. Several other resolutions were adopted, and a number relegated to the Parliamentary Committee. Votes of thanks concluded the proceedings. The close of the Congress was fittingly celebrated on Saturday afternoon by a monster gathering of the trade societies in Newcastle and district. The day was observed as almost a general holiday, and at an early hour contingents of unionists from the outlying districts, headed by bands and banners, arrived in the town. These, with the local societies and delegates, formed up near the cattle market and marched in procession to the Town moor. In point of numbers alone the spectacle was of an imposing character, something like 40,000 taking part in the procession. There were 32 sections, each headed by a banner, and the chief constable of the borough rode at the head. Each trade was represented by banners and emblems, those of the shipwrights ranging from a miniaturs Noah's ark to a model of the latest liner. The whole of the streets leading to the moor were crowded with people, and the weather being delightfully fine the demonstration has been an immense success. Four official platforms were set up on the moor, at the first of which Mr. T. Burt presided, the speakers including Messrs. Pickard, J. Wilson, and Fenwick. The resolution adopted was: That in the opinion of this meeting a greatly-improved social condition of the people is principally due to trade combination, and as the further improvement of the working-classes will largely depend on the complete organisation of all branches of industry, we hereby call upon all workers to at once affiliate themselves with the societies of their respective trades." In consequence of the exclusion from this resolu- tion of reference to the eight hours question, the Legal Eight Hours Committee had three platforms, their speakers including Messrs. C. Graham, John Burns, Keir-Hardie, Quelch, Macdonald, and others. A resolution was adopted pledging the meeting to make the legal eight hours day in the form agreed upon at the Congress a test question at every elec- tion, and to aid by any means in its power the forma- tion of a Labour party in Parliament separate and distinct from each of the political parties now in existence, pledged to bring about collective ownership of all the means of production.
ATLANTIC LINER IN COLLISION.
ATLANTIC LINER IN COLLISION. A report has been (Reuter says) freely circulated in Queenstown that the steamer Arizona, which haa arrived in that port, had been in collision the night she left New York, but no official report of the matter was made by the commander of the steamer, and the particulars being circulated are those of passengers. It appears that the Arizona left New York at about eight a.m. on Saturday, the 5th inst. The weather was hazy, and as night set in a fog was experienced. At midnight the steamer was supposed to be about 180 miles from New York, every precaution being taken as she proceded to avoid danger, the regulation signals when experiencing fog at sea being carried out. Somewhere about midnight the passengers were alarmed by a sudden shock to the steamer, and there was no doubt but that she had been struck, the blow being a glancing one. The passengers in alarm rushed to the deck. The fog at the time was dense, but some of the passengers say that a vessel, supposed to be a barque, was seen, and that it was the fact of colliding with her that caused the Arizona to tremble so. The vessel, they say, was lost sight of very soon, and although the steamer was stopped for about an hour, nothing was seen of the barque afterwards. The Arizona suffered some damage on the port side to her rails, and some stanchions and two boats were also damaged. The passengers say that the crew of the Arizona reported that the damage to the sailing vessel could not have been of a serious nature, and that no doubt the vessel reached port all right, but of course this is only supposition.
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JJittASTEH TO A STEAM LAUNCH.
JJittASTEH TO A STEAM LAUNCH. GREAT LOSS OF LIFE. Intelligence was received in London on Saturday morning of a collision in the River Foyle, about twc miles below Londonderry, between a steamer and a steam launch, which resulted in the swamping of the latter and great loss of life. Mr. Graeme Hunter, a Scotch gentleman, who had brought about 150 men tc work at the quay during a strike of local quaj labourers, on Friday evening took 23 men and hi* two children down the river for an excursion. With him was Francis M'Keever, a ferryman, who owned the launch. They had gone several miles, and were returning about eight o'clock through a narrow part of the river when Messrs. Steel and Benniell steamer Albatross came into collision with the craft The launch, it appears, came bow on to the steamer, struck her sponson, and shortly afterwards sank. The captain of the Albatross lowered boats and picked up a number of men. Several others swam ashore, and one man, named Herbert Smith, of Bel- fast, brought with him one of Mr. Graeme Hunter'i children. The other was lost. The Albatross was on her way to Moville for her morning passengers having left her excursion passengers at the quay. She left the quay a few minutes after eight o'clock, and within 10 minutes the melancholy affair occurred The river was comparatively narrow at the place, but the night, though cloudless and starry, was very dark. The alarm was sounded just a second before the collision, but it was then too late to save the launch. As soon as the news reached Londonderry grappling parties were sent out to recover the bodies, and .they were at work all day on Saturday. At half-past six the last of them returned, and then it was ascertained that 11 bodies had been recovered, so that the total loss of life is 15. The scene at the quay was most impressive, a vast crowd looking on whilst the re- mains were being wrapped in rugs aad borne to the Morgue. Some of the deceased had an arm rigidly extended above the head, the attitude in which the death struggle ended. It is stated that several men got within a few strokes of the shore. Mr. Graeme Hunter gives the following account of the catastrophe: I was in the stern with a little girl on each knee. Mr. M'Keever himself was at the helm, and one of his men was keeping a look out. We had lights out, I am perfectly sure of that. The crash was the first warning I got. I dashed forward through my men, and a glance showed me that we were sinking. The launch's boats were clean stove in, and the water was rushing in. All was excitement, and I knew the seconds were precious. I feared we might get into the steamer's paddles, which I could now see so clearly. I called to M'Keever, and our engines were backed, in the hope that we nught reaeh the shore before she sank. My men divided my thoughts with my little girls. I called to those near the bows to follow me astern, to which I ran, catching up my little girls. I handed one to Mearns, and the other to another of my men, both of whom I knew could swim well. Each jumped from the sinking boat and made for the shore, and I turned to look after my men. A second later we were all in the water, and the launch was gone. I can swim, but knew some of my men could not. When I came to the surface I found myself in the centre of a struggling crowd. The two men nearest me were sinking, and I seized one with each arm, and kept myself and them afloat with my logs. The boat from the Albatross was coming quickly towards us, when I felt my legs seized below the water. I had given myself up for lost, and I was actually being pulled down when my hair, short as it was, was grabbed by a stout hand, and a second later I was hauled into the Albatross's boat with my two men. All this time the rescue work was going on all around us, and we did all men could do. The men of the Albatross could not have done more." Captain Doherty, of the Albatross, says he was re- turning to Moville about eight o'clock. The tide was an hour and a half flood. He observed a small bow light near, and to avoid it sounded two bells. The steamer bore away on the flood towards the south side of the river, and he thought he had cleared, when the launch came on, struck the sponson, and he heard cries. He lowered a boat at once, and picked up as many as possible. The inquest on the bodies early recovered from the wreck was opened on Saturday. The names of the deceased were Roderick Munroe, 19, single, Glasgow; S. Lee, 50, widower, Glasgow; T. P. Kelby, 22, single, Dublin; James Murphy, 28, married, Dublin Michael M'Guinness, 30, married, Dublin Thomas Wilson, 26, single, Dublin William M'Cullum, 33, single, Glasgow; John O'Malley, married, Dublin; Henry Johnston, Kingston; and Jane Graeme Hunter, aged seven. Charles Amison, of Longtown, Staffordshire, and W. K. Bell, of London, who were on board the Albatross, described the disaster. The latter said the launch ran into the tug. The captain of the Albatross did everything to avoid a collision. A verdict of accidental drowning was returned. Francis M'Keever, owner of the launch, was brought before the magistrates on Saturday morning and charged with causing the disaster by mismanage- ment, and a similar charge has been brought agamrt the assistant fireman. The inquiry was adjourned, the accused being admitted to bail. The Mayor of Londonderry has called a town ■ meeting to start a subscription list for the benefit of the relatives of the men drowned. The strikers, on hearing of the disaster, held a meeting and passed resolutions of sympathy with Mr. Graeme Hunter and the victims. A telegram from Londonderry on Sunday night said Two more bodies of victims of the disaster on the Foyle were recovered to-day, those of a youth named Reilly, of Dublin, and William Mearna, married, of Belfast. There are now 13 bodies in the mortuary, and it is believed that 18 lives were lost, two men who were supposed to have been saved having failed to answer the roll call. Local mer- chants and traders are contributing handsomely to the relief fund.
=-FALL OF A CHURCH AT BABMOUTH.
=- FALL OF A CHURCH AT BABMOUTH. Last year, during the Queen's visit to North Walet. Princess Henry of Battenberg, at the invitation of the Dowager Marchioness of Londonderry, visited Barmouth, and laid the foundation of a new church, designed to accommodate the thousands of visitors who resort to that favourite watering place in the summer. The site chosen was an excavation in the huge limestone cliff overlooking the estuary, and a lofty tower formed part of the design. After a considerable portion of the masonry had been erected, it was found that some serious defect rendered the foundation unsafe. Great expense was incurred in trying to strengthen the foundation by means of concrete buttresses, and the building was proceeded with. On Saturday the roof was ready for the slates, and the tower had been built almost to its full height, when suddenly the tower collapsed, and fell into the nave, utterly de- stroying the building. So far as has been ascertained, no lives were lost, but the ruins are being searched. The loss is estimated at £ 10,000. The rector, who is well known as a champion of the Church in Wales, and recently as having been involved in a burial dis- pute with a local Methodist minister, is from home on his holidays.
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