It is of course the coal-mining that has come to grief, and dragged in all the rest.

I have been breaking down with anxiety.

And you, my poor boy!--I remember you said when we met last, that you hoped to marry soon--perhaps this year--and go into Parliament.

I am afraid all that is at an end, unless you can find a girl with money, which of course you ought to have no difficulty in doing, with your advantages.
"But it is no good writing.

Come to-morrow, and wire your train.
"Your loving father, ARTHUR FALLODEN." "'Ruined on the threshold of life'-- what does he mean ?"--thought Falloden impatiently.