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WHO KILLED CONNIEI BURT?I
( Copyright.) I WHO KILLED CONNIE I BURT? By GUY BOOTHBY, Author of "Dr. Nikola," "A Bid for Fortune," "The Marriage of Esther," "Pharos the Egyptian," "Long Live the King," "My Indian Queen," &c. '1 SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS: Sir Maurice Ogilvie, a handsome, impecunious baronet, is engaged to be married to Mis.- Mabel Gardiner, the only daughter of a millionaire. The engagement is distinctly one of convenience, Sir Maurice badly needing the £100.000 which his fiancee's father has promised the bridegroom on nis wedding day, while his family are am- bitious of entering higher social circles than are at present open to them. Sir Maurice has some apprehensions, however, as to the reception of the news of the wedding by Connie Burt, who, under the high-sounding name of Plantagenet, is a familiar vocalist of the music-halls. He fears the exposure which a breach of promise action would involve. However, before the day fixed for the wedding arrives. Sir Maurice receives a letter from Mabel Gardiner stating that she has left home to be married to a cousin whom she loved, and begging him to forgive and forget her. Hopelessly ruined. Sir Maurice makes up his mind to leave England. He goes to bid Connie Burt adieu, and drives with her from one music-hall towards another, where she has an engagement. He stops the coachman on the way and alights. On the carriage reaching the hall, Connie Burt is found dead, with a ghastly wound in the throat. Hurrying to Liverpool, Sii Maurice changes his dress for that of a sailor, and ships before the mast for Australia. On the way he hears for the first time of the death of his music-hall friend, and realises that the evidence against himself is irresistible. On arrival at Sydney he is recognised by an old acquaint- ance, now a sergeant in the police, who knows that a hue and cry has been raised, but believes Sir Maurice innocent, and assists him to make his way up-country, where he runs less risk of arrest. CHAPTER VI. ) In something like five weeks Manton's little party had reached Markanda Station, on the Diamantina River. They had travelled o er three hundred miles by the time they arrived there, and Maurice had learnt many things which were destined to be of the greatest im- portance to him in the near future. It was by no means an unpleasant occupation, and, when once he had settled down to it, he felt as if he had been at it all his life. On arriving at the station, they found the cattle ready for taking over. A mob, consisting of some seven hundred beasts, had been col- lected, and on the day after their arrival, Manron announced the fact that he was pre- pared to commence his journey to the South. Th'-ee other men who had been enjoying a holiday in Brisbane, had come out to join them, and these, with Maurice, and Sailor Jim, the cook, to say nothing of two black boys, Rocca and Wiora, completed the party. On the night before they left Markanda, they .1 y sat round the camp fire discussing the prospects of the long journey that lay before them. I' had been an excellent season, and grass and water, they knew, would be plentiful. Åa ¡ Maurice sat on his blankets, i pe in mouth, j and his toes toasting at the fire, while the ilames leaped up and threw range lights and r shadows among the trees overhead, and the wind sighed through the tong grass beside the ) lagoon, he could not help contrasting his present life with that of the fashionable young man about town he had oeen only a few months before. So far, no one save Harbridge had made the wildest guess at his identity, and he told h mself if he remained in the bush and did not go out of his way to attract attention, it was scarcely likely that anyone would do so. It wa; barely light next morning when Man ton roused them from their slumbers. A heavy mist hid the lagoon, and the sky, where it could be seen, was as pale a grey as the in- igid, of an oyster shell. When Maurice opened his eyes a tlock of Galas in a tree near at hand had just arrived at the conclusion that another day had commenced, aud, therefore, it would be as well for them to go in tearch of breakfast. The camp fire that had burnt ao cheerily the night before was now only a hea, of grey ash, but Sailor Jim was hard at voiv w).)n the wood pile close a* hand, and I in a v. y few minutes it would be alight. "Coi.ie, my lads. up with you." cried Mr. Mant n. shaking by the shoulders those who felt it, lined to doze again. "'There's no time tow;i- e. Rocca, and you, Wiora, go on after the horses, and run them up to the small yard b. .ind the store. After that come back and get :Y, tir breakfasis." The black boys accordingly departed in search the animals, while the rest of the party etched themselves in their blankets. It was o no means warm, but a brisk run down to i 3 lagoon and a dip in the cold water soon «.itered matters, and by the time breakfast was ready there was not a mail who did not feel inclined for it. Here it might be placed on record that there was not another man like Sailor Jim for cooking. For dampers, Johnny cakes, plum duff, and. indeed, everything in the culinary line, he had not his equal. To do a hard day's work, and to come back to camp to sit down to one f his meals, was to know what good living should be. As soon as they had finished their breakfast the black boys went off to harness two of the horses into the I ration cart and to bring it into the camp. Thereupon the swags were stowed away in the cart, together with the hobbles, ropes, camp ovens, pans. and all the other paraphernalia of J a drover's outfit. Wrhen everything was ready. Manton came up and inspected the load. "Now off you go, Jim," he said to the cook. Keep the creek on your left-hand until yon arrive at Sandy Crossing. Then cross and follow the track until you get to Sugar Loaf Hill. We'll spell there for an hour at midday. You can pull up under the big gum that was struck by lightning when we were out here in '83." Sailor Jilll signified by a nod that he under- stood, and immediately started his team. When they bad seen him disappear round the bend of the lagoon, the rest of the party made their were way to the stocky-K where their horse# were awaiting tlieiii. I. iu'V were all in the pink of J condition; neither !'><> f;i.r nor too lean, but 5ns* of the fettle !• upon the work that j lav before them. The jinin'id-* 'hat were to be ( rid n that day havw.g hee'i selected, the rest j %vere <'riven to the wui :c paikiock, v. here j the in- b tliey were to take over was waiting, in chart of the station hands. Manton had alreauy received hi- papers anu had given his j treceipt «o that nulhing remained now but tO fatait it o the charges on their long journey to the SouU;. Now, <-r-rr man who has tried his hand at j will tell you that a gre«n mob | is by no means easy to handle. The beasts know their owr country, and have no desire to move off it. l iey are quite unused to being driven, and as a natural result they make it a point [ of honour to break away on every possible I opportunity. To give them a better start, ha.lf. a-dozen of the station men accompanied them for the first day's stage, and remained to share -the first night's watch. After that all was comparatively smooth sailing. One of the herd elected himself king, and from that day forwaid was to be seen leading like the born ruler be was. Their route for the first seven days lay through thickly timbered country, running parallel wifh a noble range of hills. Grass and waLe. '*tre plentiful, and for green beasts the I' animals were behaving themselves remarkably weT. i ni the eighth day they crossed the Ranges a CMaped at night beside a big water hole • an npeu plain. It was left to Sailor Jim i-I deride upon the camp, and for this reason always travelled Ire or six miles ahead. According to custom they boxed the cattle on (he plain and then drove them down to water. When they had drunk their fill, the black boys iftiled them On r,, cauip, and one of them stood watch while the remainder of the party had tea. „ ] After the meal the fire was replenished, and 1, after darkness had fallen they sat round it, ■sn o!Jng and yarning. Overhead the stars iwmkled brightly, and away in a gully in the ranges they had crossed that day a wild dog calling to his mate. w "Roll that log into the fire, Patterson, md Manton, pointing to a log that laj neat Maurice's blankets. "For all we btow to thf I contrary, it may be full of centipede- Maurice did as he was directed, and soon the wood was well alight, and sendiaf a volley I of sparks into the darkness. "Rum things, centipedes," said Harry the j Digger, pressing the tobacco into his pipe with the top of his little finger. "I knew a chap at Beudigo, a schoolmaster, who used to collect cm and bottle 'em. He called it Science-but other folk called it madness. By tba time he had finished he had a rare lot of 'em of all sorts aud sizes. One day he forget te, put the cork in, and the bottle was upset." What happened ? "They got him. He never collected oentipeclea again. He'd run if yon only shewed him one." "1 knew a man on the Murrumbid«ee," said Three-Fingered Dick, who never liked to be out-done in a story, "who lost as fine a wife as anyone could clap eyes on, and, what's more, with a couple of thousand pounds at her back, just by reason of taking her out for a walk one Sunday afternoon, and a sittin' her down on an old gum log. She had been there about five minutes when she was bitten by a centipede on the calf of her leg. The duffer wouldn't go away when she gave him the hint. but must needs slav alongside. talking about poetry and all that sort of stuff, when she wanted "to be investigating. She fainted clean off at last, and he had to carry her home. She was that disgusted with his foolishness that she would have nothing more to do with him, but married a publican down on the Wentworth side." Ten minutes or so later, the man who had been on the watch came in, and it was Maurice's turn to take his place. Catching his night horse, he mounted and rode out to where the mob was grazing quietly on the plain. The moon had just made its appearance above the Ranges, and the night was very still. As he kept a watchful eye on his charges, he found himself reviewing his past. How different it was to the present The free, open-air life of the bush was just suited to his taste. tiom the confeinplation of his own wasted life, his thoughts turned to those of other people. From one to another they passed until they at last reached Miss Sherrard. He pictured her as he had so often seen her, seated under the awning of the Fotheringay. He recalled the night when she had spoken to him about the whale that had risen so mysteriously near the ship's side. Very probably she had forgotten "Sot such a person as himself existed, yet he ,'oi forgotten her. The memory of her voice and of her pretty face was more 'j^^wosant to him than he could say.. "Ah he mused to himself, when he thought over the matter, "there was once a time wl en 1 could have met her as an equal, and have done my best to win her. Now. however-- But, there I What would she think of me if she knew of the awful crime of which the world believes me guilty? For the remainder of his days, he reflected, he must be an outcast, afraid to bear his own name, and never knowing when a hand n ight be placed upon his shoulder and he himself be made a prisoner. His watch at an end, he rode leisurely up to the raoip, and, having dismounted, woke Thrce- Fingered Dick, who was to take his place. Then, when he had tethered his horse, he curled himself up in his blankets and endeavoured to sleep. For the first time since he had been in the bush, however, he found himself unable to do so. He had not been feeling particularly I well for two days, and that night an intense melancholy had settled itself upon him, and, do I what he would, he could not shake it off. He was still awake when Sailor Jim began to build his fire, preparatory to cooking the morning's breakfast. Feeling that it was no use remain- ing where he was, in the condition he was then in, he got up and helped the other. During the morning Mr. Manton, for the first time, saw that there was something really wrong with him. He accordingly rode up alongside of him. "What's the matter with you, Patterson?" he inquired. "You've a face as long as a fiddle." "I'm sorry to hear it," said Maurice, with a forced laugh. "I've got a fit of the blues, I suppose. I trust it will soon work off, how- ever." Unfortunately the fit did not work off as he had predicted. Indeed, his spirits sank lower and lower as their journey progressed. Once ) more he slept no better that he had done on the previous night. In vain he tried to reason it out with himself, in the hope that he Mould be able to convince himse f that there was really no sort of reason why he should be so mi sera'it}, i Who would be likely to recognise in William j Paiterson, the drover of Australia, the once fashionable Sir Maurice Ogilvie, of the West- end of London. Towards the end of the day's march his condition gradually grew worse. What was the matter he could not tell. He said nothing j about it, however, to his comrades, but went about his share of the work as though he were enjoying his usual good health. another bad night's rest set the seal upon and when the order was given to march ..he following day, he moved towards his horse like an old man. The effort to mount p-oved too much for him, and after two un- successful attempts to reach his saddle, he fell backwards in a dead faint upon the ground. Manton and Three Fingered Dick immediately ran to his assistance, but it was some time before they were able to restore him to con- sciousness. It having been agreed that he was not in a condition to ride that day, a place was found for him in the ration cart. By midday he was much worse, and by nightfall Manton was beginning to grow seriously alarmed. j "I wonder what is the best thing to do with him ?" he asked of his companions. He can't go on like this, and we're more than twenty miles from the township." "There is a hospital at Barrambah," Aid Sailor Jim, who knew the place well "If he isn't better in the morning we'd best get him there as soon as may be." Maurice certainly was not better next morning. If there was a change it was for the worse. By midday he was delirious. The accumulated troubles of the past six weeks were wreaking their vengeance upon him. This being so there seemed nothing for it but to hurry the cattle forward for a few miles, and then to transport the sufferer, by means of Sailor Jim's waggon, to the township of Barrambah. What it was that had caused the breakdown everyone was as ignorant as the unfortunate victim. By nightfall his connection with Manton's I overlanding party had ceased, and he was lying in a galvanised iron hut, which is supposed to represent, a hospital in that small community, fortunately for him the doctor engaged by the Committee at 1 hat time was a gentleman of some attainments. He was, moreover, an en- thusiast in his profession, and, having had nothing to occupy him for some time, save a tew biosen limbs caused by accidents, he entered upon Maurice's case with a zeal that w.is oeyond all praise. For more than a fort- nignt the latter'a life trembled in the balance, and during that time a close friendship sprang up between the two men "Whoever the fellow is, or was," said the rjocor o limself on one memorable occasion, -he is no ordinary man. He's been a bigger swell in his day than I have ever been or ever shall be. And yet the people who brought him here entered Jus name as William Patterson, j However, I don t suppose the name matter* very much. It's not the first of his class I've J had to do with." j Five weeks later Maurice was convalescent, j and about as sorry a specimen of the genus man j be found in the whole of the Australian ] ,j» vle had shrunk from his former robust to a mere shadow. Indeed, one would not have known him for the same man who had taxi!ted out of Bourke, in company with the redoubtable Dick Manton, so short a time 1 before. Barrambah Bush Hospital is not the sort of place to whose mercies one would entrust the welfare of a delicate invalid. hatever else it J ma) be. however, it was certainly a. place both of refuge and of healing for Maurice. He could not have been more carefully tended bad he had his pick of all the great London Ht.jpitals. Dr. Fairfield, for this was the medico's name, did his work as a labour of love, and there can be no more faithful service. "I began to think we were going to plant you in the field they dignify by the name of Cemetery, out yonder," he said to Maurice one day as they sat in the verandah of the hospital. "But, by Jove! you've pnlled through marvel- lously, and in another week's time, if all goes weU, I hope to set you on your feet once nacre." J J ..I™ Bui"e I'm extremely obliged to you for ^lVrouble." Maurice replied. U1 mm •Traid, however, it has been wasted. What 1 am going to do when I am about again, I don't I know. I had a splendid billet with Manton, and this illness has made me lose it." "There are plenty of other good berths to be had," said me other, comfortingly. "Wait until you are really fit to get about again, and until you are really fit to get about again, and I'll see what I can do for you. I'm necessarily familiar with most of the owners hereabouts, and I feel that, if anyone can get them to give you a lift, I am that man." More than once during his convalescence Maurice experienced the agonising fear lest in his delirium he should have let slip some-hint of his terrible secret. When, however, the I days went by and the good little doctor said nothing to him on the subject, he began to gain heart. One day, however, with Machiavelian subtlety, he led the conversation with the hospital attendant, a tall, thin, cadaverous man, with a demeanour that made him not unlike Uriah Heap, into the channel he wanted. In an airy manner they discussed great crimes and criminals, and Maurice, to his relief, was able to convince himself that the other bad heard nothing from him concerning the famous Plantagenet murder. Two days later Maurice was dismissed from the hospital as cured. "Thev want a new storekeeper out at Borrilah," said the medico, who was anxious to help Maurice as far as he could. "Why don't you try for it ? I saw the head overseer in the township last night, and if you care to go out there I think you will very probably get the job." Maurice determined to do so, and in the morning mounted his horse, which Manton had left behind, and with Billy the pack-horse set off for the station in question. He was too late to get the position of storekeeper, but in place of that he obtained one as an ordinary hand, lie kept this for three months, during which time he added daily to the experience he had already gained. Then the death of the owner threw him upon the world once more, after which he drifted from station to station, for upwards of a year, gc'ting work where and how he could. His intention was, if possible, to discover Manton once more, and, if he would have him, to join him again on one of his overlanding trips. At last he left Queensland, crossed the border and found himself in New South Wales. Then, in the township of Rongonilla, another serious illness laid him low, and when he rose from his bed a month later he was but little better than a skeleton. After leaving Rongonilla he made his way further into New South Wales, until he found himself in Mr Sherrard's country. He determined to go to the head station in order to see what luck would do for him should he try to obtain a situation there. On a certain hnt morning he quitted the township at which he had spent the night, and following the direction he had been given turned off at the Cross Tracks in the Mulga, three miles or so beyond the Government Well. "The station is fifteen miles from here, they say," he muttered to himself, as he left the sandy main track, and branched off on what was little better than a cattle path. "If all goes well I should hit it. by midday." In the timber the heat was overpowering, but he plodded steadily on. Later the track entirely vanished, and he was compelled to steer by dead reckoning. He crossed hill after hill, but the Mulga remained with him, apparently growing thicker with every mile he progressed. Hour after hour he toiled on, but still no sign of a station could he see. The sun sank lower above the tree-tops, yet there was no sign either of water or of tho buildings he was so anxious to reach. What was worse, with unpardonable carelessness he had neglected to fill his water- bag before he left the township that morning, and in consequence his tongue was parched with thirst. On and on he plodded; then he looked up and saw before him a curious sandstone rock. He remembered that he had encountered one like it already that morning, and had been struck by its resemblance to a horse's head. He recalled the fact that while resting beneath its shade he had put in the eye of the animal with his knife. Half fearing what he might find he walked towards it. Then he was filled with a terror that shook him to the very ccntre of his being. He looked at the rock again, and, having done so. knew his fate. No, there could be no doubt about it. He was bushed t He had not advanced a yard upon his journejrl He had betn uvuthrinj t in a c-irele all day I (Tv lw com iii v- d.)
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THE MAN OF THE MOMENT. I I MR. HENEY LABOUCHERE, M.P. There was a time—not so long ago—when the proprietor of "Truth" was one of the most fascinating characters upon the politi- cal stage of this country. That time is now past, and Mr. Labouchere, having attained to the sage wisdom of three score years and ten, can look back upon a lifetime spent in j striving after the unattainable. Though still a stalwart amongst the obstructionists I of the House, he occupies a back seat (of course, speaking metaphorically), and the realisation of his great political dreams, is more than he can hope to witness, even in his most sanguine moments. His visions of a Peerless Parliament, and of a churchless his most sanguine moments. His visions of a Peerless Parliament, and of a churchless state, are no less visionary than they were fifty years ago. Yet, red-hot Little Englan- der and violent pro-Boer that he is, his is I a personality to be admired. For a. quarter- of-a-century. through the medium of J 'Truth," he has unceasingly devoted him- self to the purification of society of its white- I' washed sepulchres, and its silk-hatted, lavender-gloved humbugs and shams, and the army of "civilised savages," who prey upon the gullibility of the thrifty poor, and on the hundreds of charitable and benevolent asso- ciations in our midst, have found in him their most implacable foe. A strange man, indeed, is Mr. Labouchere. Spite of his supreme contempt for aristo- i cracy and Empire, he is himself connected J with the "ruling classes," he being a nephew of the late Lord Taunton. Mr. Stead likens him to Louis Kossuth. "Mr. Labouchere, like Kossuth, is a disappointed man. Hun- garian and Englishman alike belong to the category of those who are misunderstood. whose ideas are in advance of those of their own generation, and who, therefore, meditate with more or less bitterness upon the move- ment of affairs, which they have ceased to influence. Both men were journalists, both were members of tha popular assembly, both champions of the cause of the people, and both, like David, found the sons of Zeruiah too strong for them. In the case of Kossuth. the sons of Zeruiah took the shape of the Hapsburg dynasty and the legions of Russia; in the case of Mr. Lahouchere, their place was taken by Lord Rosebery! Representa- tive of Northampton, quondam colleague of Charles Bradlaugh, he represents the old Radical traditions of 30 years ago. He stands in the ancient ways, nor will he consent to be drawn off into the paths of Socialism, on the one hand, or of Imperialism on the other. He is a Little Englander of the worst type—that is to say, a Little Englander who has a positive aversion to the chief achieve- ment of the English race, which is the en- circling of the world with the English-speak- ing communities, which constitute the Greater Britain beyond the seas." Mr. Labouchere's consistently anti-Impe- rialistic attitude, during so many years, make it hard to believe that he was ever trusted with a guiding hand in the devious paths of Britain's foreign policy. Yet, he is learned in the arts and wiles of diplomacy, for after leaving Eton, he entered the ser- vice of the Government, and was successively Attache at Washington, Munich, Stockholm. Frankfort, St. Petersburg, and Dresden., and before he retired with the object of entering the House of Commons in 1864, he also served as second Secretary at Constantinople. Thus, he had a very extended and varied foreign experience while still a young man, and had he not adopted, and pursued with such avidity, his subequent course of crass cussedness in the Commons, there is no knowing to what influential office he might not have attained. But Mr. Labouchere was, by nature, un- tractable and perverse, and. withal. shallow and narrow-minded. Some have thought his hatred of the class, of which he was born a member, to be the offspring of a private grievance, which never ceases to rankle in his breast; but it is more probable that he was one of those men who think they see the grovelling hollownesa of society in every- thing around them, and yearn to "put things to rights." His whilom colleague and con- temporary in journalism, says: "If he is in earnest about anything, it is in the elabora- tion of arguments and of actions, in order to demonstrate that he is not in earnest, never was, and never can be. His habituaj pose is that of a scoffer, to whom politics is a game played between two sets of sharpers, at the cost of the stupid-headed public. He is always explaining how absurd everything is—including himself. He has almost suc- ceeded in convincing all men that the most absurd of men is he who persists in taking Mr. Labouchere seriously." Perhaps, the one great political ambition of Mr. Labouchere's life is to see the end of the House of Lords, or, failing that, the transmogrification of the great Tory strong- hold into a veritable temple of Democracy by the creation of 500 Liberal lords, who, with the present small coterie of the fol- lowers of Earl Spencer, would be sufficient to swamp the present majority of the Tory peers. Impossible and revolutionary as this proposal is to the ordinary Englishman, who has been accustomed to the Lords all his life, and looks upon them as by no means an unmixed blessing, but still not to be trifled with without due deliberation, Mr. Lobouchere thinks his idea of deluging the Upper Hou^e with half a thousand coron- etted plebeians, the simplest and smartest thing which any Liberal Primel -Minister could possibly do. Of course, he didn't for- get that the occupant of the throne would doubtless refuse to create this army of new peers, but he confidently believed that in that case, the indignation of the people at the interference of the Sovereign with the dreams of the Prime Minister, would be such that the monarch would be dethroned, and a Republic proclaimed- Poor Mr. La- bouchere, The Member for Northampton was gre- viously disappointed that he was not in- cluded in the last Gladstone Cabinet, but his chagrin was even greater when, on the retirement of the Grand Old Man, Lord Rosebery became Prime Minister in the place of Sir Wm. Harcourt, who was supposed to be the rightful successor of Mr. Gladstone. Sir Wm. Harcourt was "Truth's" last hope for carrying out his great scheme for "swamping the peers," and with the election of Lord Rosebery, the hope died a natural death. As long as Mr. Gladstone was in power, Mr. Laboucbere knew that the decision excluding him was final, but he had his consolation in the fact that when Mr. Gladstone went, his turn would come. Like everyone else, he calculated confidently upon the succession of Sir Wm. Harcourt. It was assumed, down almost to the last moment, that when Mr. Gladstone retired Sir Wil- fiam would be Prime Minister, but the course of events frustrated all expectations, and from the moment of Lord Rosebery's elee- tion, Mr. Labouchere became little better than a nonentity in contemporary politics. It is worth recalling that Mr. Labou- chere too often showed Mr. Gladstone no more respect than he showed to others, and as long ago as 1877. at the time of the Bul- garian atrocities, Mr. Labouchere published the following paragraph in "Truth":—"I had thought of requesting Mr. Gladstone to favour me with a few "entre nous,' but, really since Sir Patrick Colquhoun has ex- posed the very doubtful evidence upon which the ex-Premier hazarded a statement that corpses of Christians are as common on the coasts of Albania as blackberries on an Eng- lish roadside hedge, I have decided not to in- clude the "right honourable gentleman amongst the contributors to this very truth- ful journal." ^^Qg his early years as an Attache in the different capitals of Europe, Mr. Labou- chere met many of the great men of the day, and after the first issue of "Truth," when "copy" fell short, the editor would enitven his pages with reminiscences of his own. Among many such, the following pen- picture of Bismarck, whom he knew before he occupied his great position of Chancellor, is of special interest. "I used to know Count and Countess Bismarck in Frankfort. The Count was regarded as an able man, his genIUs is reflected in his expressive counten- ance," according to the! newspaper corre- spondents. "Twenty years ago, he often passed an entire night drinking beer in a garden looking on the Main. In the morn- ing, after a night passed in beer-drinking, he would write his dispatches, then issue forth on a white horse for a ride, and, on his return, attend the Diet, of which he was a^ member. Some years ago, I was dining a" a table d'hote at Wiesbaden. Opposite nl0 sat a thin, emaciated man, who looked as. only a few weeks to live. The thin man said, 'How do you do,' to me, but. for a moment, I did not recognise him. Then I remembered that he was Bismarck, and my recognition of him was owing to his hands. I never yet saw a man in respectable so- ciety with hands so habitually filthy. He had been ill, jje saj(j> an(j hardly knew whether he should recover. Had he not," adds Labouchere, "the world's history would have been altered." When not engaged in arduous labours of obstruction, Mr. Labouchere now devotes his time to fighting those who allege that they have been libelled in "Truth." In this, Mr. Labouchere has shown a quite amazing courage. What is stated in "Truth," it may he depended upon, has the very best founda- tion, and when it is called in question, Mr. Labouchere never "funka" his difficult task, and goes on to the very end, fightine sharks and' swindlers for all he is worth. His la- test appearance in the courts have already cost him £ 12,000, a no small sum to throw away In connection with one "affaire," but the aggregate of the amounts he has dropped into the coffers of the lawyers, since "Truth" tn.i.deits appearance an January 4th, 1877, must be enormous. May his good work long continue. FREDERICK ANNESLEY.
A CHAMPION WORM-SWALLOWER.
A CHAMPION WORM-SWALLOWER. Thb worm, to judge by the keen competi- tion which goes on for his possession, and the specially-adapted senses which some birds have acquired for catching him, must be a very appetising person from the bird Point of vie £ Also, he must be amazingly digestible. While I have been writing, a. thrush, who has eggs in an evergreen in the shrubbery opposite, has made one of her periodical visitls to the lawn for a hurried meal, and disposed of two lobworms. The first seemed as long as herself, and very stout and purple at one end. It stoutly re- sisted extraction, and the thrush had to plant her feet firmly and pull till she almost stood on tiptoe before it gave way. She made a great business of knocking it about afterwards, indeed, she knocked it into three pieces, and so swallowed it in instalments. The second worm seemed quite as long as the other, but it came out easily, and the bird swallowed it straight away without any preliminary ill-usage. Then, her neck still bulging with the enormous mouthful, she flew straight back to her nest again. This is her average performance; yet if a man swallowed two conger eels as long as himself, one of them alive, he would feel qui tie un- comfortable afterwards.—E.K.R. ("Country Life.")
LITERARY BUREAU.
LITERARY BUREAU. "The Mabinogion: Mediaeval Welsh Ro- "The Mabinogion: Medlæval Welsh Ro- mances," translated by Lady Charlotte I Guest; with notes by Alfred Nutt.(Lomdon, David Nutt). 2s. 6d. net. Anyone with a I trace of Welsh blood in his (or her) veins, must have heard of "The- Mabinogion. But, of late, especially, there has been a good deal of attention paid to this mythology of ancient Britain, which, our successful young scholar and fellow-townsman, Mr. Ivor B. John, M.A., has made a special study. It is not long since that we had the pleasure of noticing his little volume on the subject. Since then, Mr. John has delivered a lecture on the same theme before the Swan- sea Welsh Society. In this way, our literary appetite has been whetted for the old Celtic tales themselves. Nor did we have long to wait, and we heartily welcome Mr. Nutt's reprint, in a very dainty form, of Lady Charlotte Guest's translation of "The Mabinogion," tho fa- mous collection of medifeval Welsh tales, some of which, probably, date as far back some of which, probably, date as far back as the thousandth year of our era. Known by name to all literary persons as one of Tennyson's "authorities" for his Idylls, the tales themselves are by no means so gener- ally known as they deserve to be., except to professed students or lovers of Celtic litera- ture, and hitherto they have only been pro- curable in large and expensive volumes. Mr. Nutt, who is well known both as a lover and student of this literature, rightly regarding Lady Charlotte Guest's version as a classic has reprinted it "verbatim et literatim," save that he has restored a few passages omitted by her, and has, in a couple of cases, altered the rendering of a single word in order to bring out the exact force of the Welsh. But he has re-arranged the order of the tales, to mark the different character of the various tales included in this mediaeval miscellany. In order to produce a volume popular in size and price, he has had to sacrifice the mass of Lady Charlotte Guest's illustrative comment. But he urges that much of this, valuable as it was, has been superseded by later scholarship; and in its place he gives his own concise, but scholarly, annotation, which will enable the reader to put these stories in their true literary per- spective. The edition is more particularly addressed to the student and lover of literature, to whom, as the editor remarks, it is of impor- tance to have some notion of the date at which these stories assumed their present shape, of the social and literary conditions amongst which they were formed, and of thedr relation to contemporary literature. All this information Mr. Nutt has given in the annotation already mentioned. He thanks his friend. Mr. Ivor John for the glosses of certain Welsh proper names., and for other help. He certainly deserves to see the fulfilment of his expectation, that his edition should win fresh readers for a book he has loved for over twenty years, and in- crease, amongst Englishmen, the desire to know more of Celtic literature, and, among Welshmen, the adnuiution and respect which all true Cymry should feel for Lady Char- lotte Guest. Anyone who does desire to know what is the peculiar quality and virtue of the Celtic invention, should temporarily put aside the rhapsodies and invectives of the neo-Celt, and read these early tales. These tales are not for all readers; but the fortunate elect who have the taste for this kind of literature, will. in addition to the actual enjoyment of their charm, have hence- forward the satisfaction of being able to attach some definite meaning to the terribly- hackneyed phrase, the Celtic magic. Mr. Nutt thinks these Welsh tales better adapted to win Welsh converts for Celticism eren than the earlier, more original, and more completely Celtic literature of Ireland, and knows no story better fitted to exem- plify the peculiar qualitv of the Celtic genius in literature than "The Dream of Rhon- abwy." Much has been written," he says, "of Celtic glamour, Celtic mysticism, natural magic. On the other hand. it has been pointed out that the especial characteristics of early Celtic romance are delight in puro and vivid colour, in elaborate and minutely detailed descriptions of fotrra. Irreeoncih- able qualities, it has been said; one or the other set of assertions must be wrong. I think this story enables us to see that the alleged irreconcilability is only apparent. Never, perhaps was the craft of miniature painting in letters carried out with such infinite perfection of fonnal detail, such glowing and pellucid purity of colour. And yet the effect of the whole is that of glamour of natural magic in the highest degree. The map is drawn with the exquisite precision and minute detail of a fifteenth century "portulan," but the country depicted lies among 'perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. The ex-Mayor of Winchester, Mr. Alfred Bowker, will issue early in June, through Macmillan and Co., a volume entitled "The King Alfred Millenary." It will be pro- fusely illustrated. The same firm announce for early publication a thoroughly revised edition of Mr. E. C. Norton's "Divine Comedy ° £ .Thf copyright of "East Lynne;' shortly expiring. Macmillan and Co. have rl been preparing a sixpeuny issue of Mrs. Henry Wood's most poular book, which will be ready this week. The new series of their "English Men of Letters" differ slightly in form, but not in size, from the old. They are attractively bound in red cloth, with flat backs and gilt tops, and are issued at 2s. net ench. The opening volume is a study of George Eliot by Mr. Leslie Stephen, who condenses into about two hundred pages an exhaustive and highly judicial criticism of the author's work, together with a narrative of her life. The thirty-nine volumes of the old series are to be published, as a library edition, in the style of the new issue. Duckworth and Co. are publishing this week a volume of essays by Mr. Edward Thomas, entitled "Horce Solitarioe. An ad- dition to the "Greenback Library," which is to appear immediately, is "A King and his Campaigners." "The N4w Testament History," by the Rev. J. C. Hamor, is a careful analysis of New Testament history for the use of youn- ger students. It seems adequate, but Mr. Hamer must beware of the incongruity of colloquial forms in this connection. Thus, writing of our Lord's temptation in the wilderness, "When He was feeilng very hun- gry'T is scarcely the right phrase; "And de Lord said-Adam, where be all; tb;?m chun- king come from ?" in the negro version of Genesis, is a frank expression in a broad adaptation wheih must not servo as a guide for later compilers. (Allman and Son.) There is still a volume to appear by Mr. Bret Harte, who died this month, at the comparatively early age of 62- He ^.a tieally completed a new series of /-0/1" doused Novels," similar to those wh>icn he published in 1867. The book will be issued by Messrs. Chatto and Windus in tho au- tumn. Among the authors parodied are Mr. Kipling, Mr. Anthony Hope and Mr. Conan Doyle.Bret Ilarte's genius, it. has been neatly and truly remarked, proved a pocket" and not a" lead," but it never "pet(-Ared out." If he never excelled those famous first tales, to the end, it yielded from time to time nuggets of pure gold-tales which needed to fear no rivalry but that of the cherished memories of their predecessors. The piece that made him most immediately and widely famous was probably The Heathen Chinee." But Bret Hartes most proper and essential gift was pure romance; and the creator of the Luck and Tennessee's Pardner, of Yuba Bill and Whisky Dick, and Coionet Star- bottle should take rank for all time with the masters of romance. The influence of his tales was decisive and fertile. Bret Harte has lathered a host. He himself modestly l disclaimed the honour, but the fact is pa- tent. Poe, the other great original American master of the short story, ha.s had no such following. What is wanted now is a pretty and uni- form edition of the best of the tales. Is it too much to hope that the various owners I of the copyrights will, now that death has put a limit to production, join to make such an anthology possible? Bret Harte was pro- lific and unequal; but a choice set of vol- umes of the pick of the tales would be a joy I and a possession for ever. A large and fully illustrated "Life of Alex- andre Dumas," whose centenary will be celebrated in July, has for some time been in preparation, and will be published in this country by Messrs. J. M. Dent and Co., and simultaneously in America. The author, Mr. Harry A. Spurr, has had the advantage of assistance from the Dumas family, and of advice from many prominent critics; and his book is believed to be the most compre- hensive study of the life and works of the author of "Monte Cristo" that will be avail- able in English-if not in any language. Mr- R. Brimley Johnson is bringing out shortly two short, but striking, works by Mr. Marshall Bruce Williams. One is an; essay, called "The Strategy of Nature," and the other is a volume of poems, the central idea of which is evolution. He is also pub- lishing a volume of English and Californian poetry, which has received high private praise on both sides of the water. The wri- ter chooses to be known as "Richard Ask- ham," and his title, "Moods and Outdoor Verses," indicates the two key-notes of a book which is a rather unusual blend of psychological and naturalistic ideas. The Board of Agriculture announces that the Ordnance Survey have recently pub- lished a folding pocket map of Llanilar and the surrounding district, on the scale of one inch to the mile. The map is printed in colours on sheets 13in.x 12in., mounted on canvas, in a cover, price Is. The map is in outline with contours, the hill features be- ing printed in brown. It is useful for general topographical purposes, and should also prove serviceable to cyclists and pedes- trians, since it shows the roads, indicating their character, and whether metalled or not. footpaths, hills, rivers, towns, villages, railway stations and local boundaries. Copies of the map may be obtained through any bookseller or from the Ordnance Survey Office, Southampton. Poultry Management on a Farm," by Walter Palmer, M.P., makes a useful addi- tion to the growing mass of literature upon the subject. The value of Mr. Palmer's book consists in the fact that it gives an "account of three years' work with practical results and balance sheets," instead of simply adopting the well-worn method of d-idacitic exposition. The chapters on the problem of marketing, that stum- bling-block in so many hundreds of cases, can be warmly recommended to the notice of intending poultry farmers on a small scale. (Archibald Constable and C., Ltd.) Part II. of Messrs. Cassell and Co.'s "Spor- ting Pictures" contains a very fine selection including "Their Favourite Tap," by Geo. Wright; "In the Sand," by Michael Brown (showing a St. Andrew's golfer bunkered in a sand-pit); "Taking to the Water," by Maud Earl (depicting some grim, rough- haired, long-eared hounds, chasing an otter); and "Polo," by Geo. Wright-a life-like portrait of a game in progress. Dr. Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes, was, on Thursday in last week, 43. He is the son of Charles Doyle, nephew of Richard Doyle, of "Punch," and grandson of John Doyle, who was a carica- turist well-known by the initials "H.B." Dr. Conan Doyle was born at Edinburgh, and educated at Stonyhurst and Edinburgh Uni- versity. He practised at Southaea from 1882 to 1890, by the end' of which period he had produced "A Study in Scarlet," "Micah Clarke," and "The Sign of Four." In 1891 he wrote "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes." His pamphlet in defence of the British Army during the Boer War was re- cently translated into Welsh by our friend, Mr. Eilier Evans, of the "Western Mail." at whose office it was printed and published. Long ago, when Mr. Gladstone was Prime Minister, the members of the Press Gallery in the House of Commons missed a Latin quotation which the Premier made use of in a speech, and one of their number was deputed to find a correct copy of the lines. Tracking Mr. Gladstone from the House to his official residence, the journalist was in- formed that he had left for a linner party, and it was past midnight when, after a weary pursuit, the two came together. The policeman whose business it is to keep guard over the great men of Downing-street may still remember being startled by seeing a stranger accost Mr. Gladstone as he was letting himself in at No. 10 with his latch- key. But the G.O.M. was quite safe. The tired journalist had found him at last., and he was well rewarded. In the stillness of the night, standing on the pavement, the greatest orator of his time recited for him the lines he had been searching for for hours. "A Chinese Honeymoon" is the Souvenir in the current number of "The Playgoer," and most interesting reading it is to those in love with the stage. The story of the libretto of this popular Strand production is based on an imaginary Chinese law, by which it is enacted that if a "he" and a "her" are discovered kissing each other, in public, the osculatory couple must marry within a few hours. "The Playgoer" also contains splendid illustrated articles on the stage ia Australia and Paris, as well as a description of the theatres of Glasgow. Be- sides, there are the customary musical and fashion notes, and, altogether, this admir- able monthly periodical, though only enter- ing on its second volume, has come to stay as well as charm. Magazines Received this (Week. "The Windsor," "Strand" "Wide World," "Sunday Strand," "The Captain also Part II. of Messrs. Cassell and Lo. s series of "Sporting Pictures, an -Part I. of Messrs. Macmillan's "Greens onort History of the English People"—both of which have already been favourably noticed m our "Literary Bureait-
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^I j PARTNERSHIP DISSOLVED.…
PARTNERSHIP DISSOLVED. Evan Jenkins and John Jenkins, trading as Jenkins and Co., at 89, Oxford-street, and at 8 to 10, Park-street, Swansea; also trading as the Cash Hardware Company. at '> Ox- ford-street, Swansea, hardware dealers and J ironmongers.
THE NUPTIAL ORNAMENTATION…
THE NUPTIAL ORNAMENTATION OF THE SALMON. "Knowledge calls attention to a very interesting and suggestive paper by Captain Barrett-Hamilton, written while on active service in South Africa ("Annals and Maga- zine of Natural History"), and describing certain investigations into the life-history of the salmon, and their bearing on nuptial and sexual ormentfetion in the animal king- dom generally. Briefly stated, the author's views appear to be that at the breeding sea- son both sexes of the salmon develop in their tissues a large quantity of proteids and fats. By the female these are used up by the for- mation of the ova. The male, however, has no need of such a large amount of these substances, and consequently they are worked up in the development of colour, abnormal growth of the lower jaw, etc. On the same principle the author accounts for the development o. a gorgeous nuptial (or permanent) plumage in the males of many birds and the development of brilliant patches of colour in certain male apes like the mandrill. The theory also serves to ex- plain the assumption of male characters by old or barren females of many birds.
STRAND CONTRASTS.
STRAND CONTRASTS. In the Strand are the haunts of the mummer and the garish temples in which he struts his hour; here are such contrasted edifices as Exeter Hall, scene of religious congresses; Charing-cross station, key of the Continent, a world's centre to which all nations gravi- tate; the frivolous Tivoli, and sombre Som- errseti House frowning on the academic calm of King's College. Coutts's, oldest of the old-fashioned banks, lies within hail of the Cecil, one of the newest of new-fashioned hotels, St. Mary-le-Strand Church domin- ates the purview, a haven of rest, shadowing that bitter battle-ground of ignoble passions, the cloister-looking Law Courts. And this jumble of contrast is produced in the way- ferers who haunt its classic precincts. Every grade and every orde rof society are repre- sented The humdrum types to be met with in Oxford-street-t,,hat are so truly represen- tative because they are so humdrum—are supplemented here by notable additions. The noble and the famous, the rich and the wise, the successful and the submerged, all flock to this placei. Facse that you have never seen before, you recognise instantly, and tack a famous name to. Other faces, bearing signs of kinship with these great ones, flit slinkingly- by, the nobleness struck out of them by failure and disappointment. Art, and the camp followers of art, science, and the drama, sport, and religion, an dlaw have their emissaries here. The Strand is a blend of such seemingly irreconcilable elements that it might almost be said to epitomise the national character of the Eng- lish. It is serenely tolerant of all things and all men.—"Living London."
---WEST AUSTRALIAN TIMBER.
WEST AUSTRALIAN TIMBER. In the Colonial Exhibition at the Royal Exchange, London, some interesting speoi- mens of the hard woods of Western Australia may be seen. Some elaborate furniture con- structed of Jarrah wood shows .the rich col- our of the timber, and demonstrates that it is capable of taking a beautiful polish. The Parquetry and inlaid work is admirable. As Jarrah is cheaper than teak, and has been proved to be good fire-resisting timber, r will probably become extensively employed in London for the construction of the doors at1 least two inches in thickness required in many situations by the London County Council. Among other exhibits is a collec- tion of wood blocks, which have been taken up from roads, after being in use for several years. These are not of much value as evi- dence of the durability of the blocks without more precise details of the conditions to which they were subjected. The value of Jarrah and Karri blocks for wood paving is. however, is too well-known to require fur- ther demonstration. Another exhibit which attracted much attention is a Jarrah plank, which, after being used as a pile, and' sub- merged for over twenty years, has taken a fine polish, and appears as good as a piece of new-seasoned timber. It is stated that Western Australia contains eight million acres of Jarrah forest, while two million acres are covered with Karri, another useful hard wood. With proper conservation and an intelligent system of replanting, the tim- ber industry of Western Australia should form an important and permanent source of income to the inhabitants of that State.- "Builder."
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SOUTH WALES COAL OUTPUT.
SOUTH WALES COAL OUTPUT. A Home Office report dealing with the mines and quarries of the United Kingdom during 1901, has just been issued, and shows that 80,221 persons were employed in the Cardiff district, where 20,617,256 tons were raised, and 35,185 persons in fhe Swansea district, where the output totalled 8,993,396 tons, a slight decrease of 143.314 tons on the output for 1900. The output under- ground was 311 tons per person employed in the Swansea district, and above ground 257 tons. Under the Metalliferous Mines Act 15,835 tons were produced locally, and under the Quarries Act 564,120 tons. In the Car- diff district there were 226 deaths, and in the Swansea district 61. There were four fatalities locally under the vuarry Act, and fatalities locally under the Quarry Act, and -through the Senghenydd explosion—being 95. The total number of deaths from that cause throughout the United Kingdom wa« 125. Of separate non-fatal accidents there were 186 and 215 persons in addition were injured. Twenty-seven of the deaths in the Swansea, district were from falls of ground, and four from shaft accidents.
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