NO HOPE FOR HIM.
Midnight, and in the s:\ oking room of the club sat a yo.m_: r.-ari huddled in a chair. A friend entered.
■'Hallo, Smith," he asV:ed cheerily, '•not going home yet?" "No?' muttered the despairing one. "I—l daren't !" "Why. what's the matter ?"
"Matter ? It's the end of everything ! It means ruin, grief, and a spoiled life !" The friend looked fright; nd.
"Here, Smith, tell me what's up. Perhaps I can help you." Smith clenched his fists till the knuckles showed white. "'No enc can help me," he ciied. in agony : "I have come to the end of all things ! At eight o'clock I telephoned to my wife, and gave her a perfectly good excuse tor not coming straight home, and"—his voice sank to a whisper—'* I've forgotten what I said !"
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King Country Chronicle, Volume VIII, Issue 647, 28 February 1914, Page 3
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133NO HOPE FOR HIM. King Country Chronicle, Volume VIII, Issue 647, 28 February 1914, Page 3
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