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CHAPTHE XXV. I Up to the Hall Lady Mabel followed the trail efthe strange lady. So plainly did it lie teady for her following that there was really Ho scope at all for the exercise of her ladyship s fieculiar talents. The lodge-keeper remembered he stranger's passing. She had asked if the house she could see were Heathwood Hall, and whether Mr Gaythorne lived there. Craig, the handy man at Heathwood, remembered her coming. He had opened the door to her him- self in his afternoon capacity of indoor servant, for Gwynne Gaythorne kept up only a bache- lor establishment. and had told her that Mr liaythorne had only just left the house. "What did she do then?" asked her ladyship. She asked to see the housekeeper." n I should like to see the housekeeper, too," 'laid Lady Mabel, with decision. Craig showed her innto the stiff and formal drawing-room, darkened to the day and deathly still. where no woman had reigned since Gwynne's mother had died, and soon Mrs Arden came. She looked disturbed, almost tearful, and distinctly offended, but for that Lady Mabel was prepared. Yes," she said, putting aside as super- fluous Lady Mabel's careful and exact explana- tions, yes—but all the same I'd have thanked your ladyship to let the matter alone. He had his faults, my poor dear boy, but I had hoped they could be buried with him. And Mr Felix is coming down for the funeral. Mr Felix, he's the heir, its his business, and he could have managed things quietly perhaps. I'd as lief the lady was left to him, beggng your ladyship's pardon for saying so, but I would, all the same." Yes, Arden, yes, I daresay," agreed her ladyship, soothingly, but I thought perhaps I would help him. Craig says this woman tame a few minutes after Mr Gaythorne had gone out. Did she follow him ?" No, my lady. She said she would wait toll he came back." Then where was she between the time he went out, alive and well, Arden, and the time when he was brought home again 7" In the drawing-room. I showed her in jnyself." to Was anyone with her 1" No, my lady." Could she have got out of the drawing- room without anyone seeng her ?" Oh, yes, easly enough. All the windows atood wide open, and there was only Craig in the garden. Of course he might have seen her AS she walked across the lawn if she had wanted to follow the master—but then he might not." Perhaps," suggested Lady Mabel in a lVhisper, perhaps she did follow him." But Mrs Arden shook her head. Begging her ladyship's pardon, I don't think so," she said. When they brought —the body—home she came running out of the drawing-room to see what was the matter, and she looked quite cool. If she had followed my poor master she would have been heated and dusty-looking." And how did she take it ? What did the do ? It must have been a shock to her, who- ever she is." It was indeed, my lady. I couldn't pacify ,her, not anyhow, at first, and what with the trouble of losing my poor boy so sudden and then having her fainting and hysterical on my hahds— and Mrs Arden wiped her eyes. Tt was like losing one of my own, very nearly, and 10 sudden and so shocking-" Yes, yes, Arden, we all felt it, I assure you we did," Lady Mabel patted her arm in acute sympathy. But we have something else to do, now, besides regret him, and that is to 'bring his murderer to justice. This woman, now. How is it no one saw her ? No one has mentioned her. No one seems to know she was here at aIL" No one does except just our own house- hold, my lady. The Manor servants had gone when she came running out. And ours won't gossip. 111 see to that. Not about the master, my lady. We all liked him too well. And it isn't the first thing we have had to keep quiet I think it's very, very suspicious, she said in a deep whisper. Mrs Arden shook her head again. Begging your ladyship's pardon, I don't think that," she said. There isn't much doubt in my tnind as to who it was-" I shall communicate with the coroner," ahe said. I think that woman ought to be questioned." Oh, my lady, please." Mrs Arden twisted her hands together in acute distress. Think of the scandal! It will all come out if she is arrested without cause." But how do you know it is without cause ?" Lady Mabel had found her scapegoat, and meant to make every use of it. To me the thing is plain." Yes, so it is to me—but not that way! Oh, if. only your ladyship wouldn't interfere. My poor boy. I've shielded him so often-and now when he is dead your ladyhaip is going to rake things up! Don't my lady, don't for all our sakes! At any rate lea.ve things till Mr Felix gets here." Have you written to him ?" I can't, my lady. He is coming home from Cario, travelling night and day." Is he coming alone ?" No, my lady. Mrs Gaythome and Miss Angela will be with him. The will join him in London." Then how do you know when he will get here? If he were coming alone it would be different-but with a mother and sister to hamper him-h Someone knocked softly. Her ladyship said come in," and Craig appeared, a telegram in his hand. With a quick apology Mrs Arden tore open the envelope and read it. He's coming to-night, my lady," she said. Lady Mabel nodded a little abseutty., Of Rake things up, Arden! What things ?" she inquired presently. Who does the woman say she was ? My lady, she says she is his wife." His wife." Lady Mabel dropped limbly back in her chair. His wife," she said again, in faint but vehement protest. But I'm bound to say I don't believe her," Mrs Arden went on with vicious energy. ,Master Gwynne had his faults as I said be- fore, but he knew better than to put a foreign woman in his mother's place. And she's foreign. Spanish she says. She may be Spanish, but she isn't his wife. If she had been. if she had had a claim worth making, she'd have made it before now. She would have come forward at tjae inquest. She was in the house at the tine—only nobody knew it. She would go to tne funeral and take her place before all the world. She might if she choose. She's ordered black fit for a duchess, but she isn't going to the funeral, as far as I can see. What Mr Felix will say I don't know, for she's no fit friend for Miss Angela." But Lady Mabel put up her hand and checked the flow of eloquence. Go to the funeral," she echoed faintly, Why, where is the woman ?" 11 She's here, my lady," said Mrs Arden quietly. CHAPTER XXVI. You are sure you have packed everything, Angela ?" Everything that matters, mother." My dear," a little fretfully, it all mat- ters." Not now." returned Angela under her breath. Mrs Gaythorne moved uneasily, and the rich milk lining of her new black dress rustled as she did so. It was so long since she had worn a fashionable dress. The cab is ordered, isn't it ?" she asked presently. Yes, mother." In Mrs Gaythorne excitement ran to words. with Angela it induced silence, a certain un- readiness of tongue, though the light in her eyes and the crimson spot on her cheek were eloquent. And you won't forget to arrange with him beforehand, Angela, how much he will charge. Eighteenpence for two people, and twopence each package." Mother," interrupted Angela again, it _doesn't matter now. I'm going to give the cab- man five shillings and sixpence for every box." Oh, my dear," protested Mrs Gaythorne faintly. Why shouldn't I. There'll be only one to- day in our lives." It's so difficult to believe it's all over, Angela," she said presently. Yes, it was all over, the long endeavour to make sixpence do the work of a shilling, to face life on a pittance that meant prudence for one and poverty for two, the ghastly pretence of being guests, at a stranger's table whose grudging hos- pitality had to be paid for in hard cash, a fact, which might be ignored, but must never be forgotten. They had bidden good-bye to their fellow guests at breakfast. Now there was only Mrs Seymour, the overworked and over- weighted little proprietress, to whom to say farewell. She came in as Mrs Gaythorne spoke, and the regret on her face, if not entirely dis- interested, was genuine. Yes, it's over-for you," she said, taking Mrs Gaythorne's thin hand and fondling it. I wish it was for me. too, sometimes." Angela turned impulsively. Never mind, Mrs Seymour," she said. As soon as we get settled I'll put a housekeeper in here, and you shall come down into the country and have a long, long rest. You would like it, wouldn't you, and I should., I should like everyone to have something to look forward to, to-day." Mrs Gaythorne looked up quickly. Angela bitter, Angela rebellious, Angela strenuous to reform, she knew, but Angela with a missio) to make all the world happy was new. Mrs Seymour smiled. You'll forget, my dear," she said, for she had had promises made to her before. No I shan't. I'm not the sort that for- gets." The cab came up as the girl was speaking. Mrs Seymour waved her hand on the steps, Angela put her head out of the window, and said Paddington!" with never any inquiry as to bow much he would charge to take her there, and the old life was behind her-for ever. On the platform at Paddington Felix was waiting for them-a thin, brown Felix, very tired and very grave. I've reserved a comparfenent, mother," he said. Never mind the luggage, that will be I all right. This way, Angela." He opened the door of a small saloon carriage as he spoke, a carriage with broad windows and a table and deeply-cushioned seats, with illustrated papers lying in tempting disarray. Oh, Felix cried Angela, in almost awed delight, and Felix said H'sh How long will it take us to get there ?" asked Angela, presently. Under an hour Pity, isn't it," said Felix, laughing a little. I know what you are thinking, of course," she said quickly. That it is hardly decent of me to feel like this. But I can't help it. I can't be sorry. I only saw him once—and that once 1 didn't like him. He knew we were poor, horribly poor, and he never did anything for us. And he gave me the oddest feeling that if I had been pretty he would have done." He was good to me," said Felix presently. Angela shot a dark look at him. You have an immense capacity for gratitude," she said. It is a good thing to have. And I have feason for it. But Jor him I could never have done anything. I daresay motther thinks I haven't done much as it is—" I never said so. Felix." Felix laughed. Never had motherly hen more frantically combatted the suicidal inclination of self-willed ducklings for the water than Mrs Gaythorne his determination to devote his life to art, Angela's to dedicate hers to literature. You only thought no, is that it, dear ? But, never mind, I'm going to," he went on almost gaily. I shall have a studio fitted up at the north side of the house, there's a, capital room that wants nothing but a big window." He broke off. It is heartless to be planning in this way," he said. I've other things to do before building studios-and I don't forget it." What other things ?" asked Angela quickly. But she knew even before she saw the quiver that ran over her mother's whole frame. You—won't be vindictive, Felix ?" No, mother. But I shall bring him to justice, if I can." For some little time Angela sat silent, watch- ing the flying edges with unseeing eyes. Gwynne was murdered-and because of it life had suddenly taken on rainbow hues for her. There seemed something callous, even cruel, about such a freak of destiny. I shall be pleased to see Nora again," she said presently. It is years since I did—and she was a darling girl. She married, didn't she, Felix. I never quite knew whom-" Felix stared out of the window, and spoke without looking at her. ,His name is McLeod," he said, quietly. McLeod! Not Kenneth McLeod, the novelist, the man who wrote By the Waters of Babylon That same," replied Felix, and his voice was grim. Angela twisted her small thin hands together and her dark eyes blazed. How lovely," she said under her breath. "I think if I could have chosen from the whole world the man I should best like to have as a neighbour-" Felix moved uneasily, and something in his face checked his sister's raptures. I—don't quite know about—neighbours," he said slowly. Don't go promising yourself "I-don'tquite know about—neighbours," he face checked his sister's raptures. I—don't quite know about—neighbours," he said slowly. Don't go promising yourself feasts of reason and flows of soul in that direc- tion, Angel, because—it mayn't be possible, my dear." Why not ?" asked Angela crisply. Felix looked at her, and doubt and discomfort troubled the look. Distance lends enchantment, Angel," he said slowly, and to none more than literary folk. They are apt to be very disappointing. I know the fellow has always been a sort of little idol of yours, hut all the same when you see him you mayn't like him." But I shall," with conviction, I'm posi- tive of it. No one but a nice man could have written such a book." He certainly wrote the book, but all the same he may not be a nice man," persisted Felix quitely. As a matter of fact I have every reason to—ask you, Angel, not to make any definite overtures in the way of friendship till—till I lead the way. I have my reasons, and they are good ones." You are very mysterious." I have reason for that, too. I don't want to be compelled to say any more at present. I have, as a matter of fact, nothing definite to say. It was only a hint, most disquieting hint, in Patterson's letter to me." For a moment Angela studied both the situa- tion and Felix. Then she spoke with even more than her usual decision. Hints! I hate hints," she said," and lawyers and caution and prudence, and Mr Wordly Wiseman, and everybody who talks like that. Kenneth McLeod is my friend before ever I see him, and I shall take the very earliest oppor- tunity of letting him know it." My dear," said Mrs Gaythorne anxiously, you must be guided by Felix." The girl laughed and shot her brother a look half mutinous, half-merry. Felix sighed as he saw it, for he loved his sister, and no one, as he very well knew, had less intention of being guided than she. CHAPTER XXVII. Tired, mother ?" Mrs Gaythorne smiled. She was very tired, but it was more with excitement than fatigue, forthe journey had been quite a short one. It was, however, nearly over now. The carriage that had met them at the little country station was bowling smoothly along the county lanes. Angela was looking about her, silent and obser- vant, and something in the brightness of her eyes and the glow of her thin dark face brought Felix's anxious regard from his mother to her. Don't expect too much, Angel," he said, quietly. Gwynne was not a rich man, as rich men go. There are fortunately no charges on the estate. Things will be fairly comfortable, but we are not going to be millionaires, you know." I don't expect it. I remember." she said, softly. My visit to Aunt Elinor when I was eighteen is the one purple patch in my girlhood. Gwynne was abroad, or I might not have en- joyed it so much." She broke off. She had hated him. but he was dead. It was time her dislike was dead, too. Felix said no more. They had turned into the avenue. Felix smiled. Life lay round him, rosy with possibilities. He had. he told him- self, all that made for happiness. His mother and sister to provide that feminine element in life without which the artistic temperament is seldom or never content, and for the rest peace, leisure, a room in which to paint and a garden in which to dream. The house, its handsome rose-coloured Jaco- bean front wreathed to the chimneys in creepers, came suddenly into view. And then the gloom of its shuttered front fell chilly on him ahd woke him to remembrance. He profited by a crime-a crime as yet undiscovered and un- punished. I don't forget, and I will revenge," he, told himself, sombrely, forgetting One who said in the ages long gone by Vengence is miue-I will repay." Mrs Arden'was waiting, tremulous and ex- cited, on the steps as the carriage drew up. Craig hurried down from his seat to open the door. Felix went up the steps with his mother's hand through his arm, and smiled at the pleasant-faced woman studying with anxious eyes this stranger who had come from the other side of the world to dominate her life. You are Mrs Arden ?" he said, tentatively. Thank you—I thought so. You remember my sister, but you have never seen me. My mother is tired—she has been ill. I shall be obliged if you will take her to her room at once." But Mrs Arden hesitated, agitated and un- certain. Should she or should she not tell him of the woman in the drawing-room, waiting to confront him with an impossible claim ? Mrs Gaythome intervened. Take me yourself, Felix,' she said fretfully, and Mrs Arden led the way without another word. Felix put his arm about his mother's waist. You had better come too. Angela," he said over his shoulder, but it did not seem that Angela was needed. Angela caught her brother's hand as they came out upon the cor- ridor. H'sh," he said, with a touch of reproof. We'll talk when we get downstairs. Dinner is waiting for us. You won't dress to-night, will you ?" Oh, yes, I shall," with emphasis. So much depends upon first impressions." But there's no one to imprest-but me." And the servants." Well, don't be long, dear," he said, and Angela nodded. I'll be ready as soon as you are, but I won't go down without you." she answered. The dress she chose was a black one out of respect to the dread Presence in the house. but the sparkle in Angela's eyes hardly matched it. Poor Angela, all unaware of one awaiting 'f her, sinister and silent, in the very room be- neath her feet. The great hall had a domed roof and a broad gallery ran round it; Angela, leaning over, jumped guiltily as Felix slipped his hand iu I brotherly fashion through her arm. The pair descended the stairs together and passed outside a half-opened door. This is the drawing-room," Felix was say- ing, as they ciossed the threshold. He brcke off suddenly. Who was this in monumental black who rose to receive him ? She stood a massive, almost a magnificent figure, her back to the window, her hand I graciously extended, and then* was about her I bi ts a suggestion of royalty receiving. subjects of which Felix was instantly aware. I beed you Wel-come," she said graciously, and the shock took his breath away. For a moment he stood silent, wonderingly assimil- ating the massive smile, the extended hand. the trace of a foreigner's difficulty with an un- familiar tongue in her speech. Then he spoke Thank you," he said courteously, though for the life of him he could not quite subdue a touch of irony in bis tono. And may I ask who you are ?" I am the widow of monsieur, your brother," said the stranger, sweetly. CHAPTER XXVIII. Ir. the drawing room at the Manor not a mile away, Nora sat in the window, the rounded window facing west, w:v;n she had sat with Gwynnne Gaythorne so short a time ago, and listened, white and frightened, to the tale of his love for her, the love that ended in tragedy for them both. To-day Gwynne lay under his own roof for the last time, for to-morrow he was to be buried. And she sat almost within touch of the husband she loved-yet sundered from him by a gulf beyond all bridg- ing. When the silence grew more intolerable than speech Kenneth broke it. v I am the widow of monsieur, your brother," said the stranger, sweetly. Lady Mabel is late," was all he said. Yes, Lady Mabel, dismayed at the success of her endeavours to provide a scapegoat for Kenneth's sins, had sat lost in reverie when she ought to have been dressing for dinner and she was late. I'm not sorry," she said quickly. 11 Be- cause I have something to say to you. Ken- neth, he is to be buried to-morrow, and I want to know what we are going to do. To do I don't understand you. Nora moved almost irritably. We are his oldest friends," she said, under her breath. Some of us ought to be there." For a moment Kenneth thoughtfully re- garded her. „ Do you mean that you wish me to go ? he asked presently. ,j, No. It would be horrible. You couldn t go," Nora answered him. But Kenneth's eyes, grave, sombre and suf- fering, did not fall. The thing is here, Nora," he said presently. There are for me two alternatives and only two. One is a frank acknowledgment, the other is to behave as though my conscience in the matter was entirely clear. Sometimes I am tempted to think it would have been bet- ter to risk everything—and take the first one- Nora dropped her face in her hands with a little sound, half sob, half sigh. Oh, it would have been," she said, in a quick, breathless whisper. I can't think why you didn't! Even punishment would have been better than this continual fear." Kenneth's eyes widened wistfully. Nora, under the pressure of pain, could be as un- reasonable as any of her sisters. You are surprisingly ready to see me hanged." he said, with quiet bitterness. You wouldn't be hanged." And I have so far been under the impres- sion that I carefully followed your expressed wishes in the matter. It isn't easy to remem- ber now just what was said at a time like that, but Icertainly believed I was doing-as you would have me." Yes, perhaps you were. I don't know. As you say one can't remember-though it is only a week ago. But you can't go to the funeral, Kenneth, it would be horrible." Sorely you don't contemplate going 1" No, but I'm afraid Ailie does." Ailie! Ailie doe3!" Kenneth stood straight up, rigid,, under some unexplained and unex- plainable revolt. She can't, Nora. That would be horrible indeed." Why ?" asked Nora, faintly. I mean-for her,"—a quick and subtle alteration in his tone. "No young girl should ever be present at a funeral. And in this case —when one considers the relationship between them ¡--the way she has grieved for him But I thought she was wedded to solitude. And now she is actually ready to take part in so public—and so panful a scene as this funeral-" Nora flung out a quick hand and stopped him. Kenneth, she knows the truth—and it's you she won't meet," she said. Kenneth turned sharply to the window. What a tragedy had been his coming into the life of the woman he loved with every fibre of his being, to whose service the whole of him, body, soul, and spirit was vowed. Oh, had it only been possible to set back the wheels of life short week, and stand where he had stood before that sweet half hour in the tiny grey church. His face was hidden, but the set of his head, the very lines of his back, were elo- quent of his grief. Suddenly Nora rose and slipped a timid hand through his arm. Now I have hurt you," she said tremulously. No," he answered, with something of an effort. No. I am-not surprised. It is very natural." And I had to tell you because I don't know what to do, Kenneth. What about ?" Ailie," said Nora, again. For a moment Kenneth stood in frowning thought. One thing is clear, Nora," he said, pre- sently. Ailie must not go tq this funeral. If it is imperative that we take some part in a function that is likely to resolve itself into a public demonstration against me we will avail ourselves of the formality which I believe is customary on such occasions—and send an empty carriage." A public demonstration against you!" It is only too likely." Then—do people suspect—?" They wouldn't tell you they suspect, they would tell you thev knew. I can read-not suspicion—but certainty in their faces. If I walk down the village the cottagers leave their doors and hide in the dimness till I have got by. If I meet—those I once hoped would be my friends—they look another way and do not see me." And you were ready to face them-at this funeral!' I am ready to do anything that seems to me best for you, Nora." It was a simple statement of a simple fact, entirely accepted, by the force of his love utterly unescapable. But the words, winged with quiet pathos, went straight as an arrow to N ora's" heart and stayed quivering there. Then you think, you really think, you are in danger ?" I know I am in danger. I am watched go- ing out and coming in. How it is nothing fur- ther comes of it ?—Why it is I am allowed to walk about in the daylight yet a free man- Kenneth, you must go." Nora's voice, sibilant and sharp with terror, broke in upon his quiet revelations. You must not stay here any loger, not another day. You must leave England while it is possible. I will see you have money—everything !-but you must go." He smiled very slightly and the pressure of his arm tightened on that little trembling hand. That would be the crowning folly of all, Nora," he said. Folly! No, the folly is to Btay here where any day may brin:7 disaster. You must ro, Krrmet.h, go to Spain. People arc safe there whatever they have done——" Spain Then you have heard Already Tsn't it astonishing how soon gossip travels." I Lady Mabel, snapping her bracelets on her plump arms as she came, sailed up the long room.—" I awfuJJy sorry to be so late-lmt really I was so busy thinkine: I couldn't Lady Mabel broke off. The man before her v/as a criminal, neither more nor less. They were bound to shield and harbour him because he happened at the same time to be Nor's I husband, but the fact of his criminality tinged I every look her ladyship !vP. him and every word sht said. And here was Nora clinging to his arm as though everythng was ii ib should be, and he had every right to her caresses. The sight made Lady Mabel sick. Kenneth's quiet look was on her .It was not always easy to remember that he was an outcast, with the hangman's rope dangling above his bead. Have we heard what ?" he enquired and a little smile softened his sombre face as he spoke. What is the latest gossip, Ijady Mabel ?" But Lady Mabel, her attention sharply arrested by Nora's white and terror-stricken face, never answered him. Kenneth, will you go ?" she said again and Lady Mabel caught the breathless whisper. Kenneth bent over her and for a moment all his heart's yearning tenderness shone in his pleasant,ugly face. Dear, I can't," he answered softl'y. (To be Continued.)
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A joint smoker of the Caerphilly, St. Cenydd and Castle Lodges ol the International Order of Oddfellows (Manchester Unity) was held at the Castle Hotel on Saturday evening, when Bro. Thomas Davies unveiled a portrait of the late Mr Edward Lewis, who was secretary to the St. Cenydd Lodge for 36 years. Bro. Dr. T. W. Thomas presided.
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Hearth and Home. L DANGERS OF INVASION. Gen. Lloyd's Appeal to Welshmen Major-General Sir Francis Lloyd unveiled a memorial fountain to the men killed in South Africa at Llangollen on Saturday evening. Are we, he asked, satisfied at this moment ? Are our-homes safe ? Is our land safe ? I am not sure. Are we not living in a fool's paradise ? I have heard it said that it matters not if we are under the iron heel of the foreigner or of the English rulers. I speak with authority, and I tell you invasion is a possibility. We must be safe, and how are we to be safe against this possibility of invasion ?. The Navy is splendid. Our Army is the finest in the world, but we haven't the numbers. This has been supplemented by the Territorial Army. Are you satisfied with it ? I am net. They are not sufficient. The time is short; the menace is lowering, and do not tell me Welshmen are going to stand tamely by and not help their country. I came of an old Welsh stock—although I can't give commands in your language—and I tell you if the Terri- torials do not come forward in sufficient numbers we must have a conscription Army. Jf we did not awake and realise our responsi- bilities we may be wiped off the earth. look at Japan how they have risen to the emer- gency. Is not the sense of patriotism in Wales as strong as in Japan ? Shall it be said Welsh men are indifferent to the safety of hearth ani home ? Take a lesson from South African heroes' sacrifice and determine to hold your own.
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Teachers, "Make a Row." SIR GEORGE KEKEWICH'S ADVICE. Trafalgar-square Demonstration. Somebody ought to be hanged for this," said Sir George' Kekewich. speaking at a de- monstration of unemployed teachers in Trafal- gar-square on Saturday. Sir George, who is himself a former Secretary of the Board of Education, was alluding to the fact that trained teachers have been compelled to resort to work as waitresses, makers of artificial flowers, and street hawkers in default of being able to find situations in the schools. It was all attributable to infamous administration on the part of the Education Department and the County Councils he said further. The Eosition of affairs had not arisen through there eing too many teachers, there were too few. If they got rid of the uncertificated teachers there would be plenty of room for all the qualified. The sole qualification needed by these uncertificated teachers was that they had been vaccinated (Loud laughter.) Of course, the situation could not be complicated by turn- ing the uncertificated teachers out of their ap- pointments, but in the future only certificated teachers ought to be appointed. The present distress could be relieved if classes were made smaller. It was not right that classes should number 70, 80 in some cases 90 pupils. Those who were out of work should make a row." Dr. Clifford delivered two speeches from two sides of the plinth of the Nelson Column. Ho traced a great deal of the trouble to sectarian causes. He said he had beeu told that 300 teachers had been refused places solely because they were Nonconformists. Pointing his umbrella to an embarrassed policeman, the doctor exclaimed Did they ask the con- stable if he was. a Baptist when he applied for a job ? No." (Cheers). A resolution of protest was passeq.
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EISTEDDFOD AT NEATH. A successful Eisteddfod, organised by the Mayor of Neath (Councillor D. Davies) m aid of the funds of the Neath Nursing Association was held at the Gwyn Hall, Neath, on Satur- day. The presidents were the Mayor and Mr F. W. Gibbins, M.P. Awards:—Pianoforte solo (children not over 16K-1, D. Williams,' Melincrythan 2, E. G. Harris, Glais. Soprano solo (juniors under 15)-1, Lydia Hindes, Pen- clawdd 2, Mary A. Morgan, Skewen. Alto solo (juniors under 15)—1. Elizabeth John, Waunllwyd; 2, Ada Mary Evans, Glyn Neath. Contralto solo-Miss Blodwen Davies, Glyn Neath. Soprano solo-^Miss Beatrice Burnett, Swansea. Tenor solo—Mr Grif Griffiths, Cil. frew. Bass or baritone solo—Mr Jas. Jones, Morriston. Champion solo (women)—Madame S. Hosgood, Cardiff. Champion solo (men)— Mr Tom Bonnell, Pentre. Chief choral, two choirs competed, viz., Briton Ferry United and Skewen. The award was in favour of Briton Ferry (conductor. Mr J. Morris). Male voice chorus, the Glyn Neath (conductor, W. Davies, Eiddes Gwent).
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CANDID PRISONER. James Dicks (50), no fixed abode, was charged at the London Guildhall on Saturday with wilfully smashing a plateglass window of a bootmaker's shop in Bishopsgate-street. The Alderman I suppose, as usual, in these cases, he did it to get locked up because he had no home. The Prisoner Oh, no, he didift. He did it to get some boots, but the policeman came up too soon. One month's hard labour. The'same window, it was stated, had been wilfully smash.1 six times within a month.
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John Reddeli's Will. 0 -r ~— By WALTER E. GROGAN. Author of The Dregs of Wrath," The King's Sceptre," The King's Cause, &C.. &c. The house was hidden from me in a belt of thick furs. Here and. there I saw a chimney between their green spires, but that was all. A broken fence and a thick shrubbery ran round the property, hedging it off from the moor which surrounded three sidea of it.Thcre was a deserted, dilapidated lodjjp with the remains of a thatched roof. The drive ran through an avenue of elms, and curved ab- ruptly íifty yards on. The road was grass- grown, and the iron gate, propped open, was rusted and broken away from the bottom hinge. So forlorn wjss the property that it fascinated me. It was manifestly not a farm. I was familiar with the small farmsteads bordering Dartmoor or standing like small oases in a desert of moorland. but this hidden* house was different. At some time it must have been the residence of a person of importance. Possibly, J thought, a squireen. Yet its position was remote. A small. thin. spiral grey smoke from one chimney assured me that it was still in- habited. I was turning away when I heard a woman call. The voice was low, clear, and it seemed to me anxious, even apprehensive. This call com- ing from the shrubbery startled me. The place was so forlorn, so quiet, so still, that a human voice seemed alien to it. A young woman, without a hat and breathing quickly as though she had been running, came through a gap in the fence. I saw you moving about the moor from the turret ndow," she explained hurriedly. want you to do me a service. My uncle is dying up there in the house. Will you fetch a lawyer ? Do you know your way to Norton ? Yes, I think I do," I replied. She looked over her shoulder in a quick furtive manner, a manner that seemed tojsuggest fear and to com- mand sympathy. At least mine went out to her. She was exceptionally pretty, golden hair, blue eyes, straight features, a round beautifully modelled throat; but it was not her beauty that appealed so much as her undis- guised fear and her suggested helplessness. She stepped into the road through the gap and came close to me, putting her hand on my arm and speaking quickly, emphatically, but always in a carefully modulated voice. From time to time she looked over her shoulder at the shrubbery, and from time to time she paused, despite her eagerness to t have ended her instructions, evidently listening for some- thing.. Go to Lawyer Gittens in Norton High- street. Tell him to come at once to John Red- dell, who is dying, and who is in great agony of mind lest he die without making a new will. Tell him to spare no time. Even then it will be a race with Death. But he will understand —he knows all our affairs. That is all." A doctor ?" I suggested. There's one in attendance—a friend of Paul's." Again the apprehensive look over her shoulder. I sent a message by him—I know that it was undelivered." Suddenly she put her other hand on my arm and looked at me with passionate entreaty. You are a stranger. I am trusting in you. Don't fail me. I am beset with lies and treachery up there." She nodded backward in the direction of the house. For the sake of the peace of a soul that is near its passing, don't fail me." I will not,I gravely. I felt her hands tighten on my arm for a moment. Then she gave me a faint swift smile, and, turning, made her way back again through the gap. I had gone a few hundred yards when I heard rapid footsteps following me. A loud hail brought me to a standstill. A young man was running towards me. He was abnormally tall and powerfully built, handsome in a way. but his rather swarthy features were contorted in a fury almost demonaical, and his black eyes were blazing. You, sir he yelled. Who are you ? You've been speaking to my cousin What did she say ? I found her sneaking back to the house. I knew she had been up "to some devilry. What was it ? Out with it!" He stood close up to me, towering over my head. His fists were clenched, his voice was thick with passion, and his eyes were blood- shot in an ugly way. I do not recognise your right to question me," I answered. She's sent you to that devil Gittens! Has she ? Tell me, you fool Has she ? What your cousin said to me has nothing-to do with you." I stood up to him stoutly. The man was a ruffianly bully. It is the only way to treat such fellows. Hasn't it ? You know it has. I m master at The Priory, I tell you I won't have it 1 I warn you that you will meddle with my con- cerns at your peril." He looked at me savagely. „ Thanks," I replied. I will go my own way.?' For a moment I thought he was going to strike me. His eyes had a murderous light in them. Then he dropped his raised fist. Go, and be- to you!" he said, and turned on his heel.. An hour later I was ushered into the private office of Hugh Gittens, solicitor and commis- sioner of oaths. A small, precise, elderly man bowed over a writing-desk looked at me questioningly. Mr Hugh Gittens, I inquired ? It was. I told him briefly my errand. He listened, attentively. I think some gleam of satisfaction came into his dried-up face. I could not swear to it, for he was professionally impassive. At the close of my story he picked up a speaking tube. Go round to the Three Crowns, Herns, and tell them I want a gig to drive out to The Priory. At once. Yea, someone to drive. No, I don't know how long I shall be. Oh, that's immaterial. The man need not wait-I can walk back." He looked up at me with a resigned air. Clerks are remarkably stupid. I shall go as soon as I can." He rose, crossed to the window, and peered into the High-street over the window blind. It looks cloudy, but no rain I think. I shall enjoy the walk back when the will is signed and sealed. No hurry then." I thought he was talking to himself, when he suddenly turned upon me. Your presence on the moor to-day may very well be providential, sir. What were you doing ?" I am interested in the traces of the neolithic period one finds on Dartmoor, flint implements, 'you know. And the Druidical remains." Professional he inquired. Connected with a society ?" No, no," I laughed. «' Purely a dilettante. But I have a certain enthusiasm for my sub- ject." Ah." There was a certain dryness in the monosyllable. Burrowincr after dead men's tales, sir, you have blundered into a live drama. Old Jolm Reddell is a wealthy man. Five years ago he was a figure in local society, he hunted the Westor Hounds, kept open house, was a genial, honest soul, a little dull and perhaps more than a little weak. There you have him as he was five years ago. He was a bachelor, and with him lived a young girl, his niece Isobel, the woman you saw. She was the only child of his younger brother, Harry Redd ell. When the child was ohaned-mother and father died, sir, in the course of six months— old John took her to live with him." The precise little man took snuff in a ceremoniously precise way. Then came a change. His sister died. She was a handsome woman-I remember her well. Much younger than John. She ran away with a scoundrel, a Cornish officer with unmistakable Spanish blood in his veins. Luckily for Hannah—that was her name—the man died in the third year of their marriage. But while she lived she would never come back to Norton—they say the shame of her husband's scandalous life broke her spirit. Well, she died about ftve years ago, also leaving an only child, but in this case a son. Old John took him in. He was then about twenty-four years old, an uncouth, powerful, self-willed young man. From that time there was a change in old John. Slowly he fell under the influence of his pephew. He dropped his old friends, gave up the mastership of the hunt, and drifted into a parsimonious miserly existence. I can- not understand the change. It is a question of the stronger will, I suppose. The young man dominates him> For the last two years Paul Trepellick has been practically master at The Priory. I think old John lives in fear of his nephew. One hears wild tales. Four years ago I made a will for old John, by which Paul in- herits everything. This summons, I hope—I believe—means that he is going to do Isobel justice." You will want witnesses," I suggested. As to that, Dr. Horrocks is at The Priory." Paul's friend." "He can't refuse. There are the servants also Oh, no, there will be no^difficulty if I am in time. Ah, there's the gig.' Mr Gittens struggled into his coat and put on his hat. By the way, this errand has taken you away from your work. Let me drive you back. I can drop you at any point of the road. There are the remains of an old barrow not far from The Priory which I can point out to you. So I rode with Mr Gittens in the hotel gig back to the moor I had forsaken in the early afternoon. It was nearly four o'clock when he put me down about half a mile from The Priory. The barrow Mr Gittens pointed out was interesting, and from it 11wander^d to a distant tor that looked promising, and from that to another, absorbed in an enthusiast's small discoveries. A grey sky grew more grey, but I hardly noticed it. A couple of hours after I had left, Mr Gittens I awoke to the fact that a thick moorland mist had rolled down from the higher tQrs and had completely enveloped the land. Everywhere I looked there was the soft impenetrable grey curtain. It even grew steadily denser, and with some alarm Irealised that nightfall Voss not more than an hour, distant. I tried to recollect in which direction the road lay, but so ,absorbed hadi I become in my work that I had taken no accurate account of my wanderings. My position was by no means enviable. Twas hungry, I was rapidly growing wet, and I was overtaken by a mist on a moor with which 1 was unfamiliar. For some time I marched sfcea<lidly forward, occasionally stumbling over graniL? boulders or tripping over the twisted stem of a furze bush. I was not sure of my direction, but it seemed to me preferable to move than to remain still. The silence of the moor struck me with a peculiar sense of desola- tion. There was no sound at all of bird or small beast. The coming of a mist appears to freeze with fear the activity of the animal world. Once I stumbled upon a group of moor- land ponies huddled together. They moved but slowly out of my path. The coming of night added density to the mist- Suddenly I heard the sound of wheels rapidly approaching. Evidently I was near the road. The relief I felt was great. The loneliness of the mist-enveloped moor had influenced me until I was horribly depressed. I was in a mood to II welcome anyone. Then it strvuck me as strange that a dog cart should be driven e-t so great a pace through the dense mist. Clatter, clatter came the noise of the horse's hoofs straight to- wards me. Then [ heard the sound of human voices raised in angry altercation. The dogcart —I judged the conveyanc eto be that by the free running of the wheels—grew nearer rapidly. I shouted. I shouted again. The voices grew louder, but no notice was taken of me, and the pace of the cart was not checked. A third time I shouted. A startled voice cried, Who is that ?" and then the dog-cart rushed by me. I caught a blurred gleam of lamps, and then the same voice shouted, You shan't have it," and I was nearly struck in the face by a pack- age hurled at me from the cart. For amoment I was dazed with the rapidity of the coming and going of the phantom-like cart. I had been standing on the very edge of the road without knowing it, so near that I might have touched the horse as it passed. Then T awoke to the knowledge that the stran- gers had gone. I shouted two or three times, but without answer. The furious galloping of the horse died slowly in muffled fashion. Abandoning the hope of stopping the cart, I stooped and groped for the package which had fallen At my feet. My fingers were closing about a rather bulky envelope when I was startled by an awful cry. I cannot describe the effect of that clear piercing scream tearing the silence of the mist-deadened moor. It was terrible. I listened in horrified expectancy of a second, but there was no other sound. The cry had come from the direction in which the cart had rushed away. Grasping the envelope, I started running towards the place from which the cry came. The road was rough, and I kicked against stones. Presently discovering that on one side the road was bordered by a stretch of grass free from heather or furze bush, I chose it as being better going. That was my undoing. In ten minutes I knew that I had blundered away from the road and was again lost on the moor. I walked helplessly about for half an hour, when, hearing the sound of a wind commencing to wake, I chose the com- parative, shelter of an outcrop of granite, and sat down to await the time when the wind should have dissipated the mist. I lighted a pipe. The flare of the match sug- gested the examination of the package which had come so strangly into my hands. I lit another. The envelope was sealed and en- dorsed. The endorsement ran" The Will of John Reddell, Esq., of The Priory, Norton, Devon," with the day's date added. So that was the lawyer in the dog-cart It certainly was not the hotel gig. It must have been one of the Priory carts. At that point I took my pipe from my lips and uttered an involuntary exclamation. A firm conviction seized me. The man driving was Paul Trepellick, and the little lawyer in fear had thrown away the will in the'hope of so preserving it. My thoughts ran back to the young woman standing in the fence gap. I trust you," she had said. I put the will carefully in the inside pocket of my jacket and buttoned it up. Presently the Kttie breeze grew, and there were stars overhead. I was cold and stiff with stittmg, for time had slipped by while I sat and waited and thought. I rose and walked forward. The night grew clearer rapidly. In front of me, a little to the left, I saw winking lights. As I dft-w nearer them I stumbled into the lost road 4tgain. Nearer still and I found that the lignts belonged to a small wayside inn. The door opened as I approached, and a man came out and dung himself upon a tethered horse. Good-night, doctor," cried the innkeeper, as the man started in the direction-as I made it out to be—of Norton. As I crossed the threshold of the inn, I heard a church bell clang once. I stopped. The inn- keeper, who was looking at me curiously, spoke. Sq uire Reddeli's gone. That's his passing bell. And upstairs there's another. Death has been busy to-night." He shook his head as I followed him into the inn parlour. An elderly tall man was the only other occupant of the room. He seemed superior to an ordinary farm labourer, but was undeniably connected with the soil. That's Squire Reddeli's hind. Tom Rust- cott," the innkeeper continued. Squire died at six. and Paul Trepellick tamed all the ser- vants out neck and crop.'A raging devil he is." Every one," assented che mud. And he locks up the house with Miss [sobei in it alone with the corpse afore he drives Lawyer Gittens down to Norton." And Lawyer Gittens." said the innkeeper, nodding solemnly at the ceiling, II lies dead upstairs Dead I cried. Chucked out of the cart half a mile below here, and brought back dead as dead Driving like hell he was when he passed, the young devil, and the mist like a blanket. I heard him whizz by." The innkeeper had a certain unction in the telling of his ghastly news. even to a stranger. Paul Trepellick sent up Dr. Horrocks. There wasn't no call/to do that. Dead he was when he was brought in. And Dr. Horrocks looking scared to death. He's a sight too thick with young master Paul." A dog-cart was pulled up suddenly at the door, and a loud voice hailed the inn. Rust- cott rose and stared in the direction of the door, his beady eyes blazing and his fists clenchod. That's he!" oried the innkeeper. as he went out in answer to the summons. Presently he came back, measured out a stiff glass of brandy from a. bottle he obtained from an inner room, and carried it outside. Rustcott shook a fist silently at the door. There were fear and hatred in his eyes. Lawyer Gittens never fell out," he said softly. He's murdered him, murdered him as he would any of us as crossed his path." I started at this confirmation of my thought Thjn my hand felt the bulging of my jacket where the envelope was, and I smiled. We heard the dog-cart start oil furiously, and the innkeeper returned. He's wicked drunk," he said. addressing us both. Then he turned to Rustcott and the two carried on a muttered conversation. I sat still, being tired out, and thought. I confess that the face of the young woman, Isobel Reddell, was constantly before mc. I thought of her alone in The Priory with her dead uncle and her murderous cousin. Her position filled me with horror, but I could see no way of altering it. Paul. I thought, would be satisfied that the will could be easily found, by him on the morrow. I felt perfectly sure that neither he nor the murdered lawyer—I did not hesitate to avow my belief to myself—bad heard me. The in- tentness of their struggle and the clatter of the horse and cart would haTe insured that. In which case Paul would have no reason for harming Isobel. I comforted myself with that thought as well as I could. You look tired out, sir," said the innkeeper. If so be you care, you can stay in that chair to-night. Rustcott's going to stay. I—I fetr being left alone with that above. Again he nodded shrinkingly at the ceiling. So I sat on musing in my chair. And through all my musing I was conscious c8 Isobel Red- den's face and the entreaty in her blue eyes lifted to mine. The lamp burned low, and the innkeeper found his small oil can empty. He went to An outho\ise where he kept his store of petroleum. He was gone some time, and when he came in at the door he looked ghastly. Someone's stole the big can, and we shall have to pass the night here in darkness he cried. There was no mistaking the super- stitious horror in bis voice. Did Paul Trepellick get out of the dog- cart t" I asked. Yes. While I was in getting the brandy. He hitched the horse up. When I came out he was fiddling with the back of the cart. Said a strap was unbuckled. He ordered a special brandy. Did he know that it was difficult to get at." Oh, yes, and he knew where I keepg it The outhouse is handy ?" "Oh yes." Get a lantern, for God's sake," I cried. Outside I took the lantern from his hand and peered about the wet road. In on or two places I caught the shiny reflection of oil. I pointed it out to the two men. So Master Paul stole my oil!" cried the amazed innkeeper. I turned to Rustcott. You know the -way to the Priory." I spoke hurriedly. Show me. There s mischief afoot to-night." To cross his path ?" demanded Rustcott. I'm afeared." To cross his path," I answered. You are a man. Think of that you. girl! Come I" For a moment he pondered heavily. rn corns," he said at length. We left the fearful innkeeper imploring us to stay, and set out through the dark night up a long steep hill. The Priory be over the crest of the hill," Rustcott volunteered. Tired as I was fear lent speed. Rustcott, an older c an than I had thought, breathed heavily by my side. light at the top of the hill," ho said suddenly. The moon must be rising. 'Tis too late to rise, and there be no moon. Oh, my soul, 'tis fire We raced io the top of the hill, the two of us side by side. At the top we looked down on the fence, the shrubbery, the belt of firs, and in the midst of the 11m curling and Wreathing small insidious snake-like flames, We broe through the shrubbery madly, Rustcott every now and then shouting abrupt directions tomOo Another moment and we were in front of the Priory, the face of which looked bbtck against the flames bursting from one or two windo I thought I could smell petroleum, but may have been fancy, The building was a. three-storeyed one, long and straggling, wtih a turret tower at one en The fire appeared to have started near t turret, and rapidly npieading towards The tower was ivy-grown, As we came upon the scene a window in tb* turret—the fourth storey—was thcust'op«j, a woman's voice shouted. Miss Isobel!" Rustcott cried, in voice. Have you n ladder ?" I cried, or a rope £ No ladder-hut a .rope. We carted in 80111' hay to-day." Rustcott answered, and rushed away. I shouted back to the woman leaning oat 01 the window. Can you get down by the staircase?" asked. I am locked in U All right 1 I will come to you. Soak some towels in water and put them over your fac* if there is much smoke I" It seemed an eternity before Rustcott re- turned, dragging a rope. One end I made faaj round my waist. Then I suddenly thought of the will. I took off my jacket and gave it to Rusttcott. Take care of that," I said. And hold t,be rope dear of the fire if it breaks out. going up the ivy." It was old, well-grown, Stont ivy, and dim"- ing was easy until I reached the first storey* I struggled on a few yards more when the ivy gave ominous signs of JcomiB# away from the wall. Just above me wes the window of the second storey. Very carefully moved, but the sound of tearing branched alarmed me. I measured the distance, and caught at the ledge just as ths ivy tore away* Another moment I was on the ledge, battering in the W: ùdow It fell with a crash, and I clambered in. Rapidily I hauled in the rope, shouting to Rustcott to stand by. Underneath I could see little tongues of name playing over the masonry. With the rope coiled over my arm I raced out of the room and up the turret stairs. The staircase below me was well alight. Where are you f" I shouted on the fourth landing. Here." The voice was quite steady. Look out," I cried. I m going to burst in the door." I threw my whole weight against it without avail. Time after time I battered at it. 1, could here the woodwork giving, but I could not bnrst the took. Again and again I myself against the stout wood in a frenzy. At last it gave and I was precipitated into the room. I undid the rope 'rom my waist and fastened one end to a massive old bed. Then I looked a Isobel. She had lighted a candle, and stood waiting quite calmly. You are not afraid ?" I asked. I am not afraid," ahe answered. I looked out of the window. Old Rustcott was gazing up at me, and the little tongues of name were still playing about the window of the ground floor. Come in I cried. I'm going to 10"et her." Then be quick, for God's saket" he aOJ swered. I can hear him shouting near by.' ) I fastened the rope securely under her arø18, and gave her quick directions to grasp tile rope firmly and fend herself oil from the wall with her feet. There will be just thne for 70a if we are quick," I said. And you?" I shall do well enough," 1 repied. I lowered her quickly but carefully, aDd Rustcott standing in, caught her, bore bet back a few yoards and undid the rope. Hold the rope out and I'll slide down!" shouted. Then I became aware that PaO* Trepellick was standing near. I think the maØ was mad at the failure of his plan. He turned upon Rustcott and felled him with a blow of the fist. In falliqg, Riistcott dropped th* rope, and it fell back against the side of tbe house, where the hungry flames were furtively licking the ivy. I saw that my only chance was to clamber down with the aid of the ro and the ivy before the rope caught alight. J swung out of the window, and with feet and hands commenced my perilous descent. way down I slipped and nearly fell. Theil there was a rush of smoke and hot air. I felt dizzy, blinded, but I still persevered. I coÜ14 hear shouts as in a dream. Then I lost taf senses and fell. When I woke to consciousness I was lying ø8 the ground some distance from the 1 now blazing royally. Miss Isobel was bendinf over me. I sat np. I felt dizzy, but otherwise unhurt. My jacket!" I cried. » It is here," she answered, in some astonish* ment. I felt in the pocket and produced envelope. Your uncle's will," I said. The body of Paul Trepellick was found tbe next day in the shrubbry with a bullet through his brain. It appeared that the will left every* thing to Isobel, or failing her to Paul. Th*" he was aware of its purport and had conceived that fiendish project of removing Isobel VI evident. Baffled in his design he shot himself. There is little doubt that he had been mentally dnhojged for some time. > It a ■:>yo years now since Isobel and I married.. y (The End) Next Week:— CARRIED NEM. CON., By W. Pett Ridge.
FIRST VISIT TO SANDRINGHAM
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FIRST VISIT TO SANDRINGHAM- The King left S. at 12.20 on Saturday afternoon, driving frof Marlborough House. On arrival at WolfertoO his Majesty was received at the station by tbII Rev. Frank Ffolkes, the rector of Wolf the Chief Constable of Norfolk, and }.JV Saward, the stationmaster, with whom shook hands. His Majesty proceeded by motor car to York Cottage, Sandringham, at entrance to which the clergy, tenants, a#" principal workmen awaited his arrival. Mr E. Tingey, one of the oldest tenants o" the estate, read an address expressing lof*j attachment to his Majesty, if only as a sonf* the great and good King Edward, and addiw that many of them had kno^n his Majoflt from birth, and his kindness of hearts^ interest in all upon the estate had endeaf*" him to them. His Majesty read the following reply s No greetings could go more directly to w heart than those from the people of SandriD#' ham, the home of my childhood, endeared*? me by the tenderest memories. It is a pleasure to be amongst you again and t- receive this cordial welcome, hut you understand what thoughts are uppermost^ my mind as I recall the happy eircomstan^J, under which but a short time ago our iaHO" was together to celebrate that which was tP be the last birthday of my beloved father. I keenly realise the blank which now ex- here, where for upwards of half a century was the moving spirit in everything wh*^ conduced to our happiness and well-being < shall do my utmost to fill that blank, aad hope you will always regard me not onl1 your landlord, but as your best friend. ]PI efforts will be to make you do so, and in endeavours I shall have the sympathy ready help of the Queen.. 1 am much gratified by your tooch^f allusion to my dear mother, who I know continue to maintain those affectionate r6^ tions which have ever existed between and you. I thank yom sincerely for your kh* £ words and good wishes, and I pray blessing may rest upon us all." His Majesty then shook hands with all sent before entering his residence. & The King will remain at Sandringham next Saturday, when he will return m order meet Queen Alexandra. On the following day his Majesty and Queen Mary will to York Cottage. > The Queen remains in London for a sbOv time in connection with the Needlework
QUEEN ALEXANDRN8 RETURN.
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QUEEN ALEXANDRN8 RETURN. It is officially stated that Queen Al will, according to present arrangements, arn*^ in London from Denmark on Saturday. p. Majesty will be accompanied by Qnoen of Norway, Prince Olai, and Princess Victory Queen Maud and Prince Olaf will Christiania on Thursday, and will be acc<*P panied by King Haakon as far as Cope His Majesty will take leave of Queen and Prince Olaf there, but will visit £ later in the month. It will be his Majesty, endeavour to arrive in time to celebrate anniversary* of Queen Maud's birthday Nember 26 at Appleton. jlt Queen Alexandra will make a brief staY l' London, probably till the following Tuesday when she will proceed to Sandringham. in London the Queen-Mother, with QU Maud and Princess Victoria, will reside íd Buckingham Palace, where her Majesty 9 o suite of rooms is being prepared for arrival. To Queen Maud will be allocate" suite contiguous to that of her mother.
AWAKENED BY BURGLAR.
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AWAKENED BY BURGLAR. A grey-haired old labourer named 10h was at Kingston on Saturday committed trial charged with burglary at the Esher of Mr H. J. Stockton, a City merchant. Stockton said a guest in tha house ø. awakened by hearing prisoner in bis too Prisoner bolted downstairs, and the guest, witness, whom he aroused, followed him .*0it smoke-room. He bolted through the win» with a sack, but was followed and capturfr*jfr the garden. The sack was found to con curios of great value.
100,000 PRISONERS-
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100,000 PRISONERS- On a moderate estimate fully soners have passed through the bands John Neale, who on Saturday relin'l'^atjl his position as assistant gaoler at the LalD^(<» Police-court and retired upon a pension twenty-six, service.