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i )'(r!i H/f7!t&IF.ee '(;i CHAPTER XII. I The Brass Switch. Cutting across from Wigmore-street into Park Lane by way of Orchard-street and Grosvcner- souare, the hansom cab which Van Mildart and Mias Lamotte had hailed soon reached Hyde Park Comer to which point the former had directed the driver to take him. As he was pul- ling up near the entrance- to the Park, Van Mildart opened the trap in the roof and gave him final instructions. Go across and atop by the Tube Station," he said. Then turning to his companion, he remarked, with something of his usual easy and sardonic humour This proves to be interesting. You have beétríollowed from the House in Harley Street, and by the men in-the cab behind us. Well we wil> give them something to cudgel their brains I with." Considering that he believed himself to be followed. Van Mildart, acted with great deliber- ation on leaving the hansom. He took his I time in getting out he assisted his com- panion with great politeness he was unable for the moment to find the exact amount of silver which he needed. The other cab came up, passed them, went on. They heard it stop further down the road. "Now we win walk a iittte," said Van Mil- dart, and set off in the direction of Kensington Gore. You are a good walker-we will step briskly." Within thirty yards they met two men in evening dress. Each was smoking a cigar each affected to be deeply interested in finding some particular mansion in St. George's Place. Beyon a mere glance at Van Mildart and his companion as they passed ihem these two showed no concern in their business they went on their way loudly disputing as to which of two numbers they wanted. Van Mildart sneered. Clumsy wnrk he said. You saw Macnaughten to-night Yes," replied Miss Lamotte. But you didn't see him again in one of those two ? Well, that's one for him. I di d, though, that's one for me. Now let us walk on slowiy." Behind them they suddenly heard a man's voice cry cheerily, Well, good-night, old chap Then came rapid footsteps, and one of the men whom they had just met passed them, whistling a popular tune, and swinging his walking cane. He took no nottce of them. "Still clumsier!" sneered Van, Mildart, as the men disappeared in the gloom ahead. "All the same, we will exierciae due care." Walking onward ait a quick pace-the two soon eajne in sight of Tattersall's comer, with Enightsbridge going to the right. and the Brompton-road to the left. Van Mildart be- gan to speak rapidty. Now listen to me carefully," he said, "and use all your wits. We must separate here. I am going to call on a friend of mine who lives close by, before I do so I shall put you in a cab, ana shall tell the driver to take you to as far as the park end of Prince's Gate. Arrived there walk down Prince s Gate on your left hand side until vou conM to a small street also going away on the left. Turn down this as far as the fourth house in the upper window of which you vill see a light. Admit yourself with this latch-key—and remember, that house is empty. Count ten steps along the entrance hall and you will come to a door which you will open with this second key. Once within that feel on your right, and turn up the electric light. You will then see that you are at the top of a night of steps presumably leading to a cellar. Follow them down and you will find yourself in a very small room. There you will wait for me. Is all that clear?" Perfectly." replied Miss Lamotte, who had strained every nerve to catch her mentor's in- structions. "Perfectly." Very well, here w- get a cab, said Van Mildart. stepping across the na.d. If you should be followed you wUl be quite safe once you cross the threshold of the empty house- it will take a good deal to get through the second door. and there are two exits to, the room beneath, as you will see when Ipre- sentiv arrive. Now get in. As Miss Lamotte stepped into the cab a prowler who looked little more than a bundle of rags, darted forward cut of the shadows, ostensibly to open the door, or keep her skirts irom the wheel. Van Mildart drove him back with an angry curse the bundle of rags whined.. Westward," said Van Mildart, pointing to- wards Kensington. Tell him where to stop as you go on," he added in a lower voice to Miss Lamotte. Remember ail—and be care- ful." <t The cab drove away, and Van Mildart hBger- ing on the road as he lighted a fresh cigar, watched its lights disappear. He suddenly made a rapid movement which brought him to the side of the human pariah who was slinking into the shadows again. .< Here-you he said. "Are you hungry ? The bundle of rags whined, almost whim- pered. Hold out your hand then, said Van Md- dart as they came under the light of a lamp. A hand stole out of the rags-a hand plump, soft, white, not badly kept. I thought so." said Van MUdart. Thank your stars I don't kill you Mr. or Master Spy. Get! If you fellow me down this road, you 11 he sorry for it—quick The bundle of rags drew back, cursing its own follv. and Van Mildart marched swiftly away down the Brompton road. Twisting here, doubling there, going down streets which seemed to lead nowhere, and occasionally going round a square in one direction only to come back in another, he at last came out in a mews in the immediate neighbourhood of Palace Gate, and keeping well within the shadow of a high wall. went on until he came to a certain stable, the door of which he unlocked with a patent key. He stood listening for some time before he fastened the door again. There was not a sound to be heard on the cobble-stoned pave- ment of the mews. As for Miss Lamotte.. she obeyed Van Mil- dart's instructions to the letter, and soon found herself deposited at the park end of Palace Gate. There was not a soal in sight, and though it was barely a quarter past two o'clock there were signs that the short summer night was passing. For one moment, recognising the terrible danger to herself that lay before her, she wished that Macnaughten or any of his associates or any of the men from Scotland Yard were at hand just for one whsipered word, but she was so conscious of Van Mil- dart's diabolical ingenuity that she felt sure that if they had been he would have seen them. No she would have to do it alone. And yet-how could Macnaughton and the rest of them know where she was ? All these thoughts rushed through her mind in less than a second. She was sure that Macnaughten and his men had got off her track. Still, they might be on Van Mildart's, which would do as well. She went swiftly down Prince's Gate hoping against hope for some small sign to show that her allies were in touch with her. But she saw no thing. Mac- naughten's last words recurred to her. Well, whether it cost her her life or not she was going through with it. She had been hunting Van Mildart and his gang for three years of solid, constant work and watching. She felt that she must run him and them to earth now or never. She reached the small street which Van Mil- dart had spoken of. and turned quickly along it. It was one of those little, insignificant thoroughfares which are often found in close proximity to fashionable streets and squares in London it seemed to her that it was pro- bably tenanted by grooms, coachmen, out-door servants generally. Yes. there in the fourth house,as Van Mildart had said, alightburnedin theupp(!r window. It had nice.clean blinds, that upper window the window downstair.-) was fur- nished with white < curtains drawn well across it. There was nothing to indicate that the house was empty on the contrary it looked to be inhabited by people who took some care of it. The door was nosh with the street; in less than a moment she was inside the house, in the darkness of the hall. She stood there, panting and trembling in spite of her determination, for a full minute. The little house seemed very still—still as empty houses only can seem still. Its stillness was almost uncanny. Nerves and Miss Lamotte were not considered by herself or her associates to be aught but agreeable to each other she felt for the first time for some years that hers were inclined to be a little jumpy that morning. But Miss Lamotte had been trained in a hard school, and had faced various unpleasant things and -gone throgh various trying episodes more than once during her career, and she presently pulled herself to- gether, and prepared to go forward with the work she had in had. Count ten steps along the entrance hall She had not forgotten a word of Van Mil- dart's instructions, and in the dark and some- what narrow passege in which she found her- self, and would certainly not have dignified by the name of hall, she began to count the requisite number of paces.keeping her left hand outstretched before her, and her right baud in the pocket of her gown wherein lay her re- volver. She came up against a door at the tenth, and began to feel for the key-hole. The second of the two keys which Van Mildart had given her fitted this; she presently stood on the other side of the door, which closed behind her automatically, but with no more sound than the slight click of the latch. And now the silence was more profound than ever. She felt, according to Van Mildart's instruc- tions, for the switch of the electric light, and BCIon found it and turned it up. A brultant glare from a powerful lamp showed her a night of some twenty steps which terminated in front of a door covered with green baize. Slowlv descending the steps and pushing this door open, Miss Lamotte found herself in a small room which was lighted as brilliantly as the stairway. That it was some distance under- ground she knew by the number of the steps, that fact, however, interested her net at all she was chiefly anxious to know what the place was used for. She began to examine it with a care that wa< more than equal to her curiosity. The room was, as Van Mildart had said, very Mnall; Miss Lamotte, looking round it, con- ceived it to have been in its original state a emaJI cellar which had subsequently been ex eavated to a considerable depth. She came to this conclusion because of its height, which ments.Itwas hilly sixteen feet high, but not more than seven feet square. Its appointments were very simple and not a little strange. The waits were boarded from floor to ceiling in some dark wood the floor was covered with a thick rug. On the left-hand side as you entered from the stairs was a smati desk and one chair, on the right-hand side was a telephone, and beneath it a board on which were two or three buttons, something like the buttons of an elec- tric bell. Facing the green baize door was another—a door so remarkable in appearance that Miss Lamotte was immediately fascinated by it. It was not more than five feet in height, nor than eighteen inches in width obviously of steel or of iron, it was heavily padded with embossed leather. And narrowly as she examned it Miss Lamotte could not find anywhere on its surface any trace of a keyhole, or anything to show how it could be opened from the room in which she stood. This fact made her think, and she suddenly turned, swung the green baize-covered door open and ran up the stairs. A startling thought a heart-chilling fear had crossed her mind She wanted to know, there and then, if the surmise which presented itself to her was correct. In the keen light of the electric lamp she examined the door at the top of the stairs-like that in the room below it was of steel or iron, painted over, and heavily padded with leather, save fur the rim like that door, too, there was nothing to show that it could be opened from inside. The cab soon reached Etyde Park Corner. I She suddenly realised that unless Van Mil- dart opened one or other of the two doors from without she wa.s hopelessly trapped. And the thought instantly flashed across her mind had he meant to trap her ? Was she to be kept prisoner there while he carried out some ne- farious design ? Or—did he mean to let her stop there until-she did not care to think of what would happen to her left in a living tomb Miss Lamotte was no ordinary woman. Bred in an atmosphere of intrigue, familiar with the methods of the secret police in two continents, she had given her whole life and career to tracking down the cleverer class of criminal, and had been mixed in some notable cases. Ostensibly a physician, and one with a repu- tation. she had used her profession not only as a blind but as a means And for some years she had been on the track of Van Mildart and had spent the money of at any rate two govern- ments in trying to get at that gentleman's in- most secrets. More than once she could have laid him by the heels for things which would have seemed very big affairs to the ordinary detective, but she preferred to wait for a big coup It must be all or nothing—she meant it to be atl. But she reflected,as she went down the stairs again and aat down at the little desk to await developments, that Van Mildart was one of those men who always seem to have a card up their sleeves when the last trick is apparently going against them. Had he trick her now- at the last ? It was certain that he had her safety trapped she could not leave that place of be own îfeçwill.ht;.was well under- ground, in what appeared to be a sort of strong room Van Mildart might come to her, as he had said he would. Also—he might not. An hour passed slowly a.way Nothing happened. The silence became ahnost unbear- able. She began. against her will, to imagine what it would be like to be left there for ever. Left there, at any rate. until She almost jumped off her chair as the tele- phone bell suddenly broke the silence with its shrill whirr. Somebody—somebody—at last, anyway! She sprang eagerly to the instrument and answered tti, call. Yes ?" Van Mildart's voice-come to her, clear, sharp. You are there Yes." Listen carefully to all I say. The police are here' Miss Lamotte could have cried oat with joy and satisfaction. Instead of doing so she con- trolled her voice and merely said. Well ?" They are not in the house yet, but they are all round it. I cannot think how they have got on the scent. It's not Macnaughten's lot. though—it's the Scotland Yard crew. Some- thing's wrong." What do you wish me to do ?" You see a board there with three ivory buttons on it ?" Yes." Press the middle button." The hoard with the buttons was jxik--t beneath her Miss Lamotte unhesitatingly pressed a finger on the middle one. Behind her sounded tf sharp click then began the whirring of in- visible machinery then came another click. Turning round she saw the small door slowly opening. Van Mildart's voice came again. The door has opened f" Yes." Press the toft-hand side bubton." I Press the middle batten," said the voice. Miss Lamotte obeyed the second order as readily as she had obeyed the nrst. Within the cavity which the opening of the doortrevealed a bright light sprang up. She looked wrthin, stiU standing at the telephone. The interior into which she gazed seemed to be a sort of safe, some six feet in height and two feet across. On its further side was a door similar in size and appearance to that which had just swung back on its hinges. There was nothing whatever to be seen in this cupboard or safe-like place bat a glass disc, heavUy framed in braas, which seemed, from where she stood, to be screwed to the wall on the left-hand side. Behind the glass aomethmg shone. She sa.w all this in a glance, and again she spoKe. "Yes—thatisdone." You see the glass disc ?" "Yes." It covers a switch. Do you see that behind the glass?" Yes." Have you a watch on you "Yes." Put it exactly with mine—to the second. It isthree-thirty-seven-forty-one." Mis3 Lamotte adjusted the h)#ds of her watch with steady fingers. Right." Now. attend. In exactly fifteen minutes from now unscrew that disc. One minute !a,ter turn the switch down, sharply. Do you under- stand?" "Yes." After that, wait there for me-I shall he with you a momsnt after. By-the-bye, did you get into the house unobserved? Was there any- one about!" I saw no one. I am sure I was not seen." "Good. Be ready for night the instant I come to you. Do not touch the buttons again. Remember, the switch at three-forty-two-forty- one. That's aJL" Miss Lamotte putttbe receiver back on its crutch and took out her watch. She was cer- tain that somcthin? was agoing to happen as that she stood there counting the minutes. But what ? She glanced curiously at the glass disc ?litter- ing in the safe-like receptacle, the door of which now stood wide open.What would happen when she pulled that switch? The entire arrangement of the place suggested dialolical ingenuity, vast precaution, infinite care. Where did that further door lead to? Probably, she thought, to some underground passage by meana of which Var Mildart would come to her' He, of course, would have the secret of opening the door at the top of the steps, he was most likely counting on this way of making his escape. Where would she trap him ? She chafed at the thought that any other than herself should have the credit or the glory r f his capture, and yet he was so clever and so slippery, and had evidently taken such pains in his contrivances that she feared even now that he would be too much for her. And where was he, and what was he doing, and were the police in the house yet ? Thinking of these things, and recognising that the game was going on and that she could sec nothing of it, she ground her teeth with anger. Then she said to herself that that was no good. and bent down on the edge of the desk, wat<;h in hand, waitinsr. If Miss Lamotte could have seen into the room in the big house in Prince's Gate where- in Van Mildart was at that moment engaged she would have been extremely interested. Most men of Van Mildart's stamp know when the game is at, its last desperate stage. He had more ways than one of reaching the head- quarters of his gan? unobserved, and had found no difficulty in gaining access to their most secret chambers, but a reconnaisance of the exterior had shown him clearlv that some- thing was afoot. Sharp as a ferret himself, he could detect other men who were equally sharp, and a few glances here and there told him that the house was being kept under strict observation, and that in all probability it would be raided before morning had fairly broken over London. Something had gone wrong—thatwas certain. It couldn't be through Pimpery. he satd to himself, thinking of the butler by his recent name. for he was sure that Pimperv had not the ghost of a notion of this place. Never mind it mattered nothing now as to how it had been found out; what did mat- ter was action, instant, immediate action. There was an inner set of rooms used by the three men who were at the head of this gang. and only themselves knew ttte secret of entrance to them. In their very heart was a strong roono wherein the treasure was kept for this Van M\Jart made with the directness of the savage whom necessity makes to know but on? Jaw—self. It was sauve qui peut now—nobody could appreciate that stern fact better than Van Mildart. Let him lay hands on what he could and get away with it. and everybody else might go hang. He chuckled as he thought of what was going to happen in a .few mo- ments—he chuckled al! the more when he thought of Miss Lamotte. But he cursed his bad luck when he remembered how near he had been to success in the case of the Goulburns and his niece. Van Mildart worked fast and methodically in that strong room, He know-where everything was that he could carry and what papers there- were which he could turn into cash. In ten minutes he had made an end. and he slipped out through the heavy door and closed it, be- hind him. and crossing the vestibule, entered the apartment in which he and his two co- directors (one of whom uppos in every day circles to be a stockbroker and the other a professor of languages), had considered the case of Goulburn and his fellow-captives only a few hours previously. And then he was sud- denly pulled up short, and his quick brain realised with lightning-like rapidity that the crisis had come sooner than he had expected. For lie found himself looking straight into the barrel of a big revolver, and the big re solver was held in the steady hand of the big man who had conducted Goulbum'to captivity. Van Mildart realised everything in a nash. Here was the traitor He stepped back and his hand aank into the side pocket of his lounge -ick, i -t. a revolver ly ng ready there, and he fired at an upward slant through the cloth as soon as his fingers grasped it. his assailant who saw the motion of his hand, firing the tenth fraction of a second before him. The big man went down in a heao Van Mildart, in the act of firing again, sank tback against the door by which he had entered, staggering, fainting. You fool he hissed between his clenched teeth. You fool His head swam and a nasty mist came well- ing up before his eyes, but with a great effort he pulled himself together, and staggered to- wards the table in the middle of the room where a carafe of water stood. In the very act of raising this to bi&Iips the big man's revolver cracked again, and Van Mildart, shot through the right wrist fell across the chair in which he had sat the night before, while his assailant with a final groan, fumed over and died. Van Mildart's iron will again asserted itself. He dragged himself up. The first bullet had just missed his heart, but it had gone through his lungs, and he was bleeding badly. He propped himself against the table, staring about him with wild eyes. Those eyes sud- denly caught sight of the clock on the mantel- piece, and Van Mildart comprehended and grew sick at heart and screamed. He tried to make a dash for the door at the first move- ment he feel head over; heels across the dead man. Up again—down again—on his legs at last. his shattered hand hanging loosely, the blood trickling fast down his chin. He made a su- preme effort to reach the door-spun round, clutching at the air, and fell against the wall. The dead man's face was close to his foot, he summoned all his remaining energy and drove the point of his boot into it with savage force. And again his eyes sought the clock. But this time he did not scream. Only watched-panting. Three fifty-one. Three fifty-one-thirty.. Three Qfty-two. One-two-tbree-four-nve-six-aeveD—— He kicked the dead man once more. Then he shut his eyes. Sixty feet away, underground. Miss Lamotte, watch in one hand, the brass switch in the other, was also watching the seconds. "—— thirty-Rye, 'thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty——" She pulled the brass switch down as Van Mil- dart bad instructed-sharply. (To be Concluded.)
NEWSBOYS' WELFARE.
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NEWSBOYS' WELFARE. There arc over 300 newspaper boys at New- port, and a keen interest is taken in their welfare by the Watch Committte, who have de- puted P.C. Heosby, on6 of the most tactful of local omcers, to look after the lads, for many of whom he has found permanent em- ployment. In this work he is accly supported by Alderman Mordey, chairman of the Watch Committee; Councillor Peter Wright and others. In this way scores of lads have been given a proper start, and a big per- centage of them are developing into good citi- zens. Other lads are drilled and found posi- tions in the Navy. A few weeks ago Alder- man Mordey visited Llandrindod WeDs, and in order to give the lads a change of air he con- tracted to gi vc 24 of them three months at the Welsh Spa, where they will act as caddies at the golf links. They will be given pocket money, and the remainder of their wages will be invested in the Post Office Savings Bank until they reach home. There is no Sunday golf at Llandrindod, and the lads will be marched off to their respective places of worship on the Sabbath. They will be housed and fed in a large marquee on the links, And everything will be done to provide for their comfort. Funds were necessary to pay their train fares and change of clothing, but Alderman Mordey has managed to over- come this difBculty, and the boys started for Mid-Wales on Wednesday morning in company of P.C. Hensby. On Saturday they were photographed by Detective Inspector Tanner, and Alderman Mordey gave them an address, emphasising the necessity of being civil, truthful, and honest. The King mav be there," he said, and I hope to go up and see how you are getting along." The boys were full of good promises, and scampered off to show their new red jerseys and Jim hata to their pals.
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CARDtFF APPEAL FAILS. in the uourc 01 Appeal on Saturday (before the Master of the Rolk, Lord Justice Farwell, and Lord Justice Kennedy) the case of Bur- rougbes and Watts v. Davies and others waa argued on appeal from an awardof the CardiK County Court Judge under the Workmen's Compensation Acts. Mr Lincoln Reed appeared for the appellants, and Mr Parsons represented the respondents. Mr Lincoln Reed anpeated on the ground that the Judge was not war* ranted in nnding on the evidence that there was any accident. The workman was emptpyed by his clients, billiard t/eble manuafcturers, in fitting up a billiard table at a club, and while engagd in lifting with his hands one corner of the billiard table he uttered an exclamation of pain and collapsed on to a seat. When he went mto the Infirmary he waa examined, and his complaint diagnosed as malignant tumour. There was no doubt the tumour was thet'e, although at the time of the accident it had not manifested itself externally in the wall of the chest. Mr Paraons said the medical evidence was that this poor man broke big rib in lifting the table, and that aggravated the tumour. Without catling on the other side the Court re- jected the appeal, with costs.
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WALES AND THE ROYAL ARMS. Mr Harry Farr, City Librarian, of Cardiff, has received an interesting communication from Mr W. H. Bagguley, librarian of the Great Western Railway Institution, Swindon. The Great Western Railway works at Swindon, are turning out a Royal train to convey the King and Queen to Gloucester, where their Majesties will perform a public function in a day or two. The enamelled bronze shield which is placed on the engine, has upon it the Royal Arms, surrounded by representa- tions of thQ various national nags. Hitherto Wales has not been included, but on this occa- sion, says Mr Baggutey. in his tetter to the Cardiff librarian, the emblem oft the Princi- pality wiH be put in from the illustation which Mr Farr has sent up of the Welsh National S banded flag.
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O)u The Mutineer's Triumph "tiI By OSWALD W!LDR!DGE. i. When the boasting mood was upon them the long-shoremen would assure the stranger that neither man, woman, nor child had ever trap- ped the skipper of the Jason in an act of temper but this was a kindle extravagance, impossible of proof. It is a fact, however, that Enoch Bone had the knack of winning his way with but little resort to wrath, and for one who followed the sea the thing was held to rank as c a miracle. The master mariner himself gave all the credit for his mildness of disposition to the great waters whereon he tramcked. A lands-- mans. he insisted, was bound to be snappy and snarly and worrity, because of the distractions I of the streets, and the cackle of irresponsible l gossip, but a sailor had at least a chance of ac- quiring the sunny heart and the smiling face. For the sea that sang to its people and laughed with them by day, and at night rocked them in its cradle, was above and beyond everything else the great Soother. Even its storms did not make for temper, they only chilled the heart with fear and filled the sout with wonder. A second point of singularity about the skioper of the Jaaon was his stature, or rather, the lack of it. In providing storage for his virtues. Nature had played the Niggard, and the product of her handiwork was the tiniest master mariner on the Allcrdale regis- ter. A tubby little man who serenely steered his course through life as Cap'n Short an' Sweet." In accounting for his amiability many of his friends held that the skipper was incapable of passion, but the mutiny of Michael Frostick convicted them of error. The first outward sign of the trouble was a mere frown. Going aboard the Jason as she lay by the wal! disgorging her cargo of Baltic baulks. James Rothersykc, rhe owner of the brig, discovered the skipper on the noop. hands deep in his pockets, eyes fixed on the toilers at the hatchway, forehead darkly indented with perplexity's lines" Something wrong. Cao'n," Rothersyke asked. "Nothing serious Ihope." Dunno yet hope so, too. It's him-the mate." What ?" Rothersyke smiled his indredulity,.) Michael Frostick Why I thought him a non- such. What has he been up to ?" Nothin' that I can put a name till. But just cast your eye on him an' tel) me if you ever saw a man wearia' a face like that who wasn't up to something." urn-well-perhaps he docs look a. bit black." 1. Black, sir, black did ye aav ? Why ebony d show white again him. Can't make it out. Seems to have worked a kink in his cable some- where. Twelve months back he was about the most oh-be-iovful chap anoat. but for two or three trips he's been growin' more an' more contrary an' discontented, an' now be seems to sup wi' sorra an' sleep wi' awkwardness. Evprvthin<?'s wrong—ship's wrong, grub's wrpng. folks are wrong, he's wrong himself, an* there's nothin' right. What it is I can't tell yet. It's one o't four points——" One of the four what ?" "Compass points of course. In matters of character an' conduct I always work by t' com- pass. same as steerin' a ship. It's reasonable an' nat'ral. Here on deck I've a card I work the brig by, an' down below I've one for men an' women—four pointa Mt each, sir-an' it's by one o' them points, or betwixt an' between a couple of them that all ordinary folk are steenn'. You see ?" Yes. partly. But what may the points be called ?" Words of reoly rose to the skipper s lips, but he held them back and ended by inviting his employer below. In the cabin he opened one of his lockers and extracted a card which bore in pen and ink lines tho cardinal points of the comnass, and a corresponding number of hiero- glyphic signs. This," he expired, is what I call my Conduct Cbmnass. I've worked by it for a heap o' yeara, an' I've never ];nown it lead <me astray. S'poae we start at t' North pointer. This littlel chap," laying his finger on the figure out- side the circle, "is a Coopid. copied him off a valentine—pile o' trouble pplicin' the wings or him. Well now, as you know. wherever you see it a Coopid's a sort o' sign o' love, conse- quently that is what. I call my Love Point. Then dowr here in the t<;ast you see there's a round 0- with a head in the middle. Ml* that stands for Money an' this cross in the South me,gnq Religion, and that mug round there on the West signines Liauor." And you really mean to teU me——" I mean to tell you, Maister RotheTsyke, that whether a man's sailin' straight or whetherhe's doin' a bit o' gimcrack stcerin that's the card he's working to." Nonsense, captain. non9ensc that won't wah at all. You can't analyse conduct by such happy-go-lucky rnethods. Your compass needs a lot more points than you've given it. What about ambition. fc"' example." "That's opiy another name for money huntin' Money—stearin' East." "And what about honesty, independence. seIf-resT'ect ?" Religion, sir. religion, all of them. No, you don't need to mention flny more o't virtoos or vices. I ken that an ordinary compass has full three bund red an' sixty points, but there 're only parts o' four. they're all spread over East, West. North, an' South. An' it's just the same with a man's rnanners-TOve..NLIoney, Religion, or Liquor straight off an' on. As for the mate I know it's not liquor that ails him. an' I've not seen many o' marks o' misdirected piousness, but I'll Snd out or my name's not Enoch Bone." Here the skiuppr locked up his card a.ad for the development of the drama. Rothersyke had to wait until the brig'? last night in port.y Steppirtr aboard for a handshake of farewell. he found the skipper gazinsr in a puzzled fashion at the yellow natch of lipht by the fo'c'sle, whence also there uprose the rumble of a deep. chesty voice. Shorthand-Sweet held up a warn- ing finerer, and moved, off on tiptoe to the scut- tle. and here he crouched with Rotherayke be- side him. Through the to? of the fo'c'sle mist and pungent shag, they .beheld the crew squat- ting upon their sea chests. Every face bore the stamp of bewildered interest, every eye was focussed upon the mate. who stood by the bitts, just outside the shadow circle of the swinging lantern, his arms outstretched in elo- quent appeal. Now, then," he was saying, ye can't stand bv ignorance any longer, for I've told ye myself. The pr-rimaryruleye'11 mind. is equali- ty, one man as cood as another, and every- body all alike. Whv should one man mess for- radat a wooden kid an' another lord it aft with plae, an' knife an' fork ? Why should one man draw a skipper's pay for giving orders an' another be put off with the scruhbv wage of a foremast hand for executing 'em ? I a?k ye, do ye think it fair that one should -1kthe poop in a gale. an' the rest of ve hang to a flapping leech ? Word's only work, whether it's done i!i a laced jacket or a lumper, an' why shouldn't the honour an' the pay he the sam". What right, for example, has Short-an' Sweet——" Thus far and not farther. Bounding to his feet. the skipner slid down the ladder and scat- tered the audience to the remotesb comers of the dusky den. < "Avast you—you swab."hespluttered. "You —you yammering sea'lawyer. So this is the meanin' of your black looks, an' your dis- content. It's equality Y?nr preachm' is it. that's your name for it, eh ? My name for your sospel's mutiny, mutiny, mutiny, an' bv thun- der I'll c!a.p you in irons an let you taste the quality o' Care! Gaol." "Who are ye. an' what. are ye. that ve should demand more equality than you've got ? All ye kngkw about the sea, an' the ways o' ships I've taught ye aboard I've made ye more like a son, than a swab of a mate, ashore ye've had the run o' my house, an' nvy lassies have been like your sisters, an' now ve spit an' snar' be- cause I lay up in a bunk aft instead o* pitching a hammock i.Q the fo'c'slc. an' wMk my poop as a skipper should, instead o lendin' a hand aloft. Oh——" I didn't. I didn't." the mate broke in. I didn't mean the thing you charge me with. I wasonlygeneralisin'. I only used you for an illusteration. I— An illustration." the captain roared, an* 'twas like your impudence. But I'll not be an illustration for t* best, man anoat, nor an example, nor a text, I'ni the skipper o't' Jason,' to the lot o' ye. and tbat'l'I) remain while my name's on her books. My word'11 be a law to ye ye shall fetch an' carry, an' the thing I order, that'll ye'11 do." This and much more the skipper blustered, and through it all Rothersyke held back in the ahadowsand watched with keen appreciation. TJn!.il the comedy gave signs of tragic develop- ment he was content with a passive part; more- _WT,o. \"0 'PDÐLliaor1 +\4- +'hø t1pt'\nt;iQ.n'\ fif would resent his interference. even though he was the owner of the brig, and a man of peace. At last, the skipper's energy gave out, his voca- bulary a-Iso became exhausted, and he retreated up the ladder and thereafter, until the tidal seas lifted the Jason on her voyage, the owner and master-mariner held a council of two in the cabin. It is nothing, nothing at aU," Rothersyke assured his companion. He's a decent lad is Michael Frcctik better meaning and more faithful I don't pay wages to, and you must]et the thing btow over. He's been listening to dis- contented men, and a bit of their discontent has settled in hia own heart but the sea will wash it ail out. Now just allow the thing to drop"" Discontent," growled Short-and-Sweet, "is one of the devils that needs a stick. It never leaves a man of its own accord it has to hf licked out. An' besides, though he talks so glih about equality it's not that he's hankerir g after. but sooperiorjty. He's wantin' my shot s afore they're ready for him. But that makes no matter. He's asking for equality, an' before the Jason comes round the pier-head again I he'll have rutd his ail—but it'll be the CQua-Uty o' the gaDcy an' fo'c'sie, not the equality o* the poopan'cabih." For the first time in his life James Rother- sykc found a. threat for Enoch Bone spring to his lips, but he remembered the past, and faith in the o)d man's generosity turned the words into a final appeal. Then the two men rose and went on deck. As he emerged from the hood Bothersvke turned to the skipper. Say. Captain," ho chuckled, you'll have to throw that compass card away and make a fresh one with five points." An' what'11 I make the fifth one ?" Why, Potitics, of ccurse." Captain Bone resolutely shook his head. Mappen. mappen," he replied. though politics are craft I've never meddled with. I've not much faith in anything that calls for a lot o' jaw tackle, an' it seems to me that Love an' Religion an' Money an' Liquor should cover everything that concerns an ordinary man— even a mutinous mate." II. Playing hide and seek with the neighbouring isles the Jason cautiously slanted southward, and upon her poop old Short-and-Sweet storm- ily fussed and fumed. Through the first day and the second he aDowed his resentment fu!I play. seeking by devious ways to crush the mate to the level of the meanest hand on board. Happily for Michael Frostick his life was dominated bv another than himself and for the sake of that other he held his pea,ce. acting the hero while secretly his comrades scorned him for a coward. Onthethjrd day the skipper discovered that vindictiveness was a hard master, through the middle watch he hung upon the rail instead of sleeping in his bunk and waged his battle anew, muttering ever and again "from hatred, malice and a.HuQcbarjt- ableness. good Lord deliver me." But. even in his pleading memory reminded him of that scene in the fo'c's'le and the struggle endci in a compromise. He would no longer seek retaliation butuntil the end of the voyage would act the rigid disciplinarian. The mate must still be scanned, not for the satisfaction of the skipper's wouuded pride, but for the benefit of the crew and the welfare of the muti- neer himself. Both must be compelled to realise the emptiness' of rebellion. Hence, in his dealings with the mate he continued to employ the goad. and after the of many uncomfortable days. even. persuaded himself that he was satisfied with the re'nilts of its application. Refuging the mutineer a place at the cabin table Short-and-Sweet beheld him driven also by gibe and sneer from the fo'c'sie, saw him accept- the hospitality of the gaDey. even stretch himself on the deck for sleep s often as the weather permitted, and. above all. perform without protest the servile tasks which discipline thrust upon him. One fact, how- ever, was hidden from the old man, the most potent of all the tht throughout all hia humiliation Michael Frostick retained his self- respect. Ejecting her treasure upen the wharf at Cork the Jason lumbered away to the Mediter- ranean.'and after that: night into the core of one of the mightiest tempests her spars and timbers had ever weathered. Stripped of her canvas until nothing but a storm-staysail was spread to the ferocious wind the brig scurried along the northern track. A blind, icresistible force had her in its grip, night alone was possible. Bravely amid the tumult she swept by the fangs of the outer Stack, past the storm-locked haven? of the little Manx Isle, the leonine front of Galloway's Mull. scraped niong the seven mile scarp of Island Magee, and in the last stage of her night waa blown far out into the Atlantic wastes And there, having worked its will the wind left her to the distracted waters, and for full three days. spars shattered, the gear a riotous t-anale. deck gashed and splintered, she rorle to a drbue white t.he erew played see-saw with the pump handle, their lives the stake. Cnn figure, however, was missing from the company, one voice absent from the chorus. With a broken leg and his body sorely bruised, Short-and-Sweet lay in his cabin, regretting hi3 wounds, and, for the rest. of the time, gritting his teeth when the brig shook herself. The cabin noor waa awash, and he had full knowledge of the desperate plight in which the tempest had left his ship. He knew. too, that the galley had vanished along with the other deck fittings, and that his crew was toiling on cold tack, but somehow as the day wore out his burden seemed to grow Hghter for he noted that the mat.e a"! he came and went carried his head well 3et. The mutineer was now virtually in command, disaster had established equality. A night of fretful dozing, ani the skipper awoke on the fourth day to a stream of sun- shine pouJ'in throuh -the hrokf'n deck-light, accompanied by a strenuous nood of sea.-taQc., He realised at once that the aea had parted withita wrath, discovered, too. tnat succour had come with the dawn. Passively thankful he !ay and listened for a while then a puzzled look settled on his face and after that anger seixedhim. Not a bit of it." The voice was that of the mate roaring across the water. We're not exactly in racin' trim—but not half—so bad as we look." Come aboard an' talk to ye," a raucous tongue shouted in reply. TKank ye—but can't do with comp'ny to- day—haven't got cleaned up. The old mlln's very particular—an' wouldn't like it. He's a powerful notion ofhavin' things ip-shape." A hurricane of angry protest rattled from the In lurid phrase the character of Michael Frostick was proclaimed, his manners condemned, the punishment awaiting him described and at jthe end of it all. as an anti- climax. there camera renewed offer of help. "Now then. mv lad. easy with your word chawin'—keep it for the lubbers ashore. What d'ye say If you'll not leave your lump o' bag- wath let me pass you a cabled' Ha. ha. ha That's a good *un." The laughter was an all-sumcicnt refusal of the offer, bub the mate continued Pass a cable when we've some of our ?ti''ks left—an* only a bucket of water in the well Thank ye kindly, but this is the brig Jason, port o' register AIler- dale. master Enoch Bone. an' Cap'n Bone is mightilv set agen towin\ Much obliged, but——" The skipper framed both hands to his lips and bellowed the mate's name. Froptick dropped on his knees by the gaping deck-light and grinned serenely. Didn't you'd wakened up, sir. Here's the dandy skipper of a rusty little tin kettle got his nose to a bit o' salvage, but—— But me none o' vour huts." Short-and- Sweet broke in. What the thunder are you fooling about. I'll stand no more of vour mutiny dodcres. Get a cable passed at once. Skip now—d'ye hear Aye, aye. sir." The mate disappeared the other listened for the executior of his orders. Again Frostick hailed the stranger. Ahoy. there, ahoy! OM man'p obliged to ye for caHin?'. Takes your offer very kindly, but says he'll just worry along—port or Davy Jonea." Frostick—Michael Frostick—Frostick, you mutinous swab." The mate shrugged his shoulders and turned to the motll"v oup, grimy. weather-worn, dog-tired, gathered abaft the foremast, wonder stamped upon tbwir fares, disappointment, anger, fear. in their hearts. My lads. there's your chance." His finger slung out towards the steamer riding the length of a couple of cables away. If yon want to scuttle, make up your minds and be off. I'll not stop'ye. But I t<*)l ye nat that if every mother's son leaves the old boat, I'm going to bide by her. She's had a stiff hammerin',but her heart's sound, an' I'm not afraid tv) meet another puff o' wind wi' her. It's what the old man 'ud do if he was on deck it's not fear that's making him squeal so, only his poor broken leg. Now, then. what d'ye say. sharp." Once more he hailed the steamer and beggod a brief respite. The men looked at each other. at the shattered bulwarks, the jagged, stumpy spars. Every one of them touched the edge of surrender. They glanced at the mate. conn- dent. resolute, fearless. His courace became theirs they forgot everything pave the domin- ating presence of a brave man. Three weeka later, the pumps still at work. waterspurting spasmodically from herscuppers, bulwarks replaced by what looked like a rude garden fence, the "Jason" wobbled under jury rig across the Solway. By the outer buoy the tug-boat laid hold of her, and the skipper called attention to the black mass crowding the break- water. and made it known that ever since the Jason touched at Derry and gave her story to the world, AHerdale had been waiting with its welcome. Whereupon Skipper Short-and- Sweet, who had been borne to the deck. insisted r<n a return to his cabin. This, he said. is Michael Frostick's doing, an' no one shall di- vide his reward." So the man who had fared forth bearing the brand of mutiny stood alone by the helmsman's side when the ship came home. Asaoon as they had made fast to the wharf he broke into re- bellion again, sought to leave the ship without sanction, but James Rothersyke gripped him by the arm. and led him to the cabin. And there, to his confusion, he found the captain's wife and her three pretty daughters, and there, to his greater confusion. Skipper Short-and- Sweet sued for peace. Neveaw such seamanship in a!I,mv life. sir. She was nothin' but a worthless hulk, an' yet he made a ship of her. He packed a spread o' canvas on sticks that weren't nt to carry a pocket handkerchief he kept her head ap when it only wanted a copper-bottomed lurch to swamp her he coaxed her along, a broken. water-losged, crazy craft, he coaxed her along like a reg'tar beauty an' here she is for ye agen. sir, an' not a penny o' salvage to pay. I tell ye. I hang me head. an' grow hot an* cold an' wibbly-wobblywhen I mind how ready I was to let the old boat go when I heard that steamer rasping alongside. But he, pointing to the mate. he comes to me when he'd I packed her off, an' he says, says he No, no, Cap'n, it's not you that's wantin* to desert the Jason.' it's that cracked leg you've got, an* I'm not going to let you smirch your log for aw I t' broken legs what's anoat. Many's the'time you vc hauled your ship off a lee shore when most men would have let her drive No man Can point the finger at ye for taking the help of a (lustrous, scrap-iron steamboat, an' if Micha"! Frostick can manage it you're going to keep your papers clean tiU you join the dog- watch ashore.' An' he's done it, sir done it for me that called him a mutinous do an* treated him worse than——" Belay there, Cap'n none o' that, if you please." the mate vehemently interrupted. Before the skipper coutd resume his confes- sion, the company somehow fluttered into a, new formation, and when the old man had rubbed the dust of doubt from his eyes, he dis- covered that Nannie his ctdest born. and Michael Frostick were standing side by side, that Nannie's cheeks had grown rosy red, and that Frostick had an arm round her w.tist. "Cap'n," the mnte began again. I')l tcH ye about that mutiny now. I've never had a re- bellious thought again ye, that's gospel but a while back Nannie an'me made a, bargain that as soon as I'd got a ship cf my own we'd sign papers an' sail in company. Then we did what I can sec now was a daftsome thing. We'de- cided that fora while we'd keep our secret under hatches I can't tell you why—1 expect it was because we wanted it alt to ourselves for a bit. Well, as you know, I've been mate for a gay long spell, an'—I didn't want your shoes, not a bit of it—but a rise seemed such a terrible long time in coming an' I got a trine dis- contented. Then one night I stayed on Market Hi!) hstenin' to a chap with a powerfut gift o' speech an'it was him that put them equality notions into me head. That's a!I the mutiny I've bad to do with, an'dash my head tights if I ever open my cars to a speechiScr again. You'll !et me have her, won't you—when I get a ship. I don't deserve her—but you see she's Nannie, and the dearest lass in God's world." Now, according to all the precedents, Cap'n Short-and Sweet should have responded to tins appeal with a paternal benediction upon his daughter and her lover, but instead he burst into a roar of gratified laughter, and cried :— What did I teU ye. Maister Rothcrsyke. what did I tell ye? My compass is right, there's only four points after all—Love an' Money, Religion an' Liquor. I've been blind sure that Politics wasn't a point, an' here it is as clear as daylight. Politics isn't a point, it's only be- twixt an' between, a sort of half-an'-half. Here's Michael now, he's talked a lot of mutiny stuff, an' you would have it that he'd laid his course by Politics, an' was sailing by that mark. But now we know he wasn't he wanted my Nannie, an' he wanted a bit more brass for her. an' that's all. He was stecrin' Nor' by East, which is only one way o' saying that he was on the Love an' Money beat. That for your Polities He snapped his fingers, and broke once more into laughter, the laughter of one well pleased with himself and his creed. His big round face was stUI aglow, taking all the edge oft his words, when he turned up again the record of the mate's offence, denounced him stoutty as a swab of a mutineer," and insisted on punishment And the sentence ?" Rothersyke playfully inquired. "WelI.sir.speakin'I should explain, as a. man who's done with the sea and sea-farin' I'd say that he \ully deserves a wife and the com- mand of a tight little brig like the Jason but as I'm not a. shipowner I can only order him to be wedded." Ah, but I can complete the sentence. Cap- tain Bone,"Rothersyke chuckled. "Mutiny must be fittingly punished. He leaned across the cabin table. Captain Frostick, your hand." (The End.) Next Week— A TWICE-TOLD TALE. By Alice and Claude Askew.
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TERR!TOR!AL MANOEUVRES. On Saturday the members of the different companies and detachments forming the 1st Battalion Monmouthshire Regiment Territorial Army engaged in a series of tactical exercises on the Rhymney Hills. A muster of about 650 men, under the command of Colonel J. C. Llewellin, turned out. The right half of the battalion, which includes the four Newport companies, with detachments from Rogerstone and CaerJeon, as well aa the Chepstow com- pany, left Newport by special train at 5.30 p.m. and reached Rhymney shortly before 5 p.m. They formed the attacking (blue) force, while the Rhymney and Abcrbargoed com- panies,underMajorandHon.Lieutenant-Colonel C. L. Robinson formed the defending (red) force. The latter had taken up a position in the broken country at the foot of Rhymney Moun- tain. The remainder of the battalion, under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel C. H. Smith, V.D., marched up the mountain. At Pontlottyn/ half of the A Company, under Captain Dawson. was thrown out to make a feint on the teft, and the B Company, under Captain Trump, made a right nank attack. Two and a half companies, under Captain E. S. Williams, composed the firing nne, and the remaining two companies, under Major Berthon. were kept back as reserves. Captain Trump located the cnemv near the 0)d Pits, whereupon brought the nring line into action at the top of the old quarries. The men advanced in extended order, and with a, hot 6re forced the enemy's front line to retire on to the tops iof the old ironworks, a position which was subsequently taken up by the attacking force. The reserved also covered their advance from the old quarries. Cease nre was not sounded until 7 o'clock, the operations having lasted two hours. The men were:snbequentlym,archcd to the "Jlats "where Brigadier R. G. BanHeM, commanding the South Wales Infantry Brigade, congratulated the men on their general smartness. TIie non- commissioned ofHcers had handled their sec- tions very intelligently, and were very careful with details. He realised that one ha)f the men men were recruits and thought they had done remarkably well. He congratulated Colonel J. C. Deweiiin on the emciency of the battalion. Major Tythc, R.F.A., Newport Barracks. Colonel J. C. Llewellin, and Captain A. P. Evans, Rine Brigade (adjutant, 1st Bat- talion Monmouthshire Regiment) acted as umpires. After the march past in company column, the battalion was sup plied with refreshments by the kindness of Captain T. Edwards, late 2nd V.B., S.W.B. The attacking force reached Newport shortly after 11 p.m. Colonel W. CliSord Phillips. V.D., command- ing 4th Welsh Brigade, R.F.A., Territorials, and Col one! J. FothergUI Evans, ex-command- ing oincer of the battalion, were among the many spectators who watched the mimic war- fare.
LORD MORLEY AND !ND!A.
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LORD MORLEY AND !ND!A. Lord Morley, speaking at Oxford on Satur- day night at a dinner given by the Vice-Chan- cellor and the teachers of the Indian Civil Ser- vice probationers, said he was told there was considerabe uneasiness growing in the House of Commons as to the matter of deportation, which meant that nine Indian gentlemen on December 13th last were arrested and were now detained. They were arrested under a law which was as good a law as was on our Statute Book. Some of the most respected members of his own party were protesting. A Bill had been brought in, and the nrst reading of it had been carried, of which he could only say with all sense of the responsibility of what he was saying that it was nothing less, considering the source from which it came and the arguments by which it was supported, than a vote of cen- sure on himself and Lord Minto. And the Bill was supported by a very clever and a very rising and perfectly honourable member of the Opposition. He regarded this matter seriously, because serious minds were exercised on this matter of the deportation. Under the Act under which the arrests took place there was no trial, there was no charge, there was no fixed limit of time for detention in short, it was equivalent, no doubt, to a suspension of habeas corpus. He did not deny that if such proceedings were normal it would be dangerous and, in thohigh- est degree disagreeable to U Government in India, and it would be detestable and danger- ous: but was there to be no such thin as an emergencv pöwer ? His opinion was that the Act of 1818 gave that power. Wait there an emergency last December ? The Government of India found a grave menace to the very foundations of public peace and security. The list of crimes for 12 months was formidable, showing the determined and daring character of the supporters of the movement. Was the Government to be defied with impunity ? The Government framed a law wlucb could meet the situation, and, speaking for himself and the Government of India, they would have been unworthy the position they held if they had not taken the weapon out of the armoury and used it against those evildoers. (Ceers.). The effect was magical. The time of knives, pistols, and so forth was not an endf but at any rate the Government of India had secured order and tranquillity. (Cheers.)
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BRAVE CARD!FF RESCUE. On Saturday afternoon Francis Beer. of 9, Bromsgrove street, effected a brave rescue in the river Ta.S. He was going home from work about 2 o'clock when he was told that a little girl had fallen into the river. At this point, the bank of the TaS is almost perpendicular, and the child who had been playing there fell in. Beer ran to the spot, and saw to his alarm a little gir), 12 yards from the bank, being carried into mid.stream and towards the sea with the receding tide. Without hesitation, and with- out delaying to divest himself of any clothes he jumped into ",e water and swam to the girl. He clutched her and struck out again to reach the bank, which he succeeded in doing and in landing the child. The little girl turned out to be Dorothy Howard, aged nine, of 14, Coed- cae-street. She was seen on Saturday night and appeared none the worse for the immersion she had had.
MtLK CHURNS ON THE UNE.
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MtLK CHURNS ON THE UNE. On Sunday evening a fast passenger train from London to Nottingham, leaving Leicester at 5.14, had a narrow escape at Hatheon, near Loughborough. A youth was crossing the line with a truck of 13 milk churns just as the train was approaching, and apparently thought he would not have time to clear. He ran away, and the engine struck the corner of the truck. The churns were scattered, but luckily neither engine nor carriages were derailed, anu little harm was done.
Motoring Mishaps.
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Motoring Mishaps. MANY PASSENGERS !NJURED. ? An accident occurred on Sunday to a. ??? 'bus in Aider shot Camp with most ser? consequences. The 'bus. which belongs '?* ?). Aidprshot to Farnborough service, was tt!a à$ ])Dg through the main avenue of the about nine miles an hour, when the steer ? rod broke. The driver stopped the engioea*? applied the brakes, but before the vehicle ??"? be stopped it ran across the path and ?*'?*{? into a, tciegraph post. Nearly all the P?sseM" on the roof were shot oS into the road. *'J[ man inside \vas thrown through the fron tlie the 'bus. Of 36 passengers than half were injured, four of them soser<o'.< that they had to be conveyed to CaIIlbrJ MiHtary Hospital where Captain Greenwoo"* B.A.M.C., attended them. Three were ?'? leave for home later, but Mr H. HounsoC? ? St. Michael's-road. Aldershot, was detaioe?? a very serious condition. Ten other P?s??? had to be sent home in cabs, all suffering "?? cuts and other injuries. The force of the ?P*? snapped off most of the scats on the top ?*'? 'bus, and the forepart of the vehicle wrecked. The driver escaped unhurt. 'Bus and Tramcar. Shortly after noon on Sunday a motor running from Battersea to Highbury passing Clapham Junction Railway ?'?)e London, when the driver found he was ??'ef to apply the brakes. He signalled to the '?-? of a tramcar <o stop, but a collision occo?* Several passengers were injured? one of ?"? being removed to hospital. The 'bus was ?*? damaged, the wheels and undcr-gear P?"? carried away. Motor m Mersey. _j. A remarkable accinent occurred at on Saturday night. The Birkenhead ferry -d. had just landed passengers at the LivePp*. stage, and a motor car, driven by the o Mr J. L. Brown, of Liverpool, was being bèel ducted down the gangway when the "'¡ed became jammed. Mr Brown dismoUll J leaving two friends, Mr and Mrs Watker'.? Liverpool, seated in the car. While mechanism was being examined the .f suddenly shot across the boat, aod, szna the ciosed gangway door to pieces, the Mersey. A boat was promptly lowered rescue the unfortunate passengers, ?*"?' policeman d:ved in. The couple were ?? tualiy. rescued with the greatest duSoM-* owing to their heavy motoring attire.
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Ex-High Sheriffs BuriaL )MPRESS!VE OBSEQUtES AT NEAf The funeral of the late Mr Walter ? E\rans, squire of Eaglesbush, Neath, e- sheriS of Glamorgan, took place on Saturd&y- Llantwih Cemetery amid general ma.nifeø¡e tions of sorrow. The cortege was one of -? largest seen at Neat h for many years, ?'$ attendance was representative of all sec ?M of the community. All along the routcto. cemetery the streets were lined with spec; btinds were drawn and nags on local in5tí.1.;d tions at half-mast. The procession was h by detachments of the Glamorgan ??«e police and the Neath Borough force, in cb'— of Superintendent J. Williams and Chief stable W. Higgins. Then followed represe" tives of various public bodies, including ? Mayor of Neath (Sir Grimth Thomas),, ?? members and omcials Mr A. T. chMtman of the Neath Rural trict Council and onicers; Mr "1 Howell. chairman of the Neath ?t& of Guardians, members and omciajs. ?*? Harbour Commissioners, representatives ? .t?t Swansea and Aberavon Town Councils, 1;Jf!acj¡ Ferry, Pontardawe, Ystradgynais D'-?, Counci)s,and Alderman R. H. Davies. ??? and Alderman J. Jordan representing the '? morgan County Council. Following ???j? members of the general public and a ??'?t containing the omciating clergy. An ø" carriage preceded the hearse laden with o.-et tb' beautiful wreaths sent from all parts of country, c&t" The mourners were as follow:—Firs" .? riage. Misses Gladys and Jenny ?'?j?t Mrs Bowen Jonea (sisters), and Mr 'pf, John (brother-in-law); second carriage, Co Bowe'n Jones (brother-in-law) and M? <, Kirby (cousin) third carnage, Mr < ? Garsed Price (High SheriS of Breconahire)'?} R. Vaughan Price (cousins) and Rev. M.Pft¡" Williams fourth carriage, Mr H. 0. Suthemdown Mr W. A. Williams, Mr A. Thomas and Mr D. GlMb e' Sixteen private carriages followed. '?< comn was of unpolished oak, with solio ?'? nttings. The breast plate bore the foUØ simple inscription :—" Walter Rice Bom September 10th, 1863. 1909." The closing scenes at the gr?'? were of a most impressive character. Tb??. vice of the Church was performed by the ??, A. F. Evans, M.A. (rector of Neath),}te V- L. Lindsay (rector of Tonna), and the Be** I Evans (curate of St. Cathenne's). j,
DOME8T!C TRAGEDIES. ,
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DOME8T!C TRAGEDIES. .i Supposed Murder and About 4 o'clock on Sunday morning '?t? discovered that a thatched cottage in a ?" ? spot near Stewardstown. Co. Tyrone, nre. The police arrived and set to wo rescue the occupants, an old m&n namec '?(tt Holt and his sister-in-law, Margaret Ho!<t ?? old age pensioners. In a short time was fo Ot the dead body of the woman. On the toP eØ': her head waa a wound 3? inches long' <f? dently caused by some sharp instrument' ?)< head was wrapped in four pieces oi ??? After some hours the old man's t??,<d? found so charred as to be almost able. Both bodies were undressed. Thep-"? strongly suspect foul play. The old peopi? ?? complained of being annoyed of having had a fowl stolen. The police b ? discovered in a glen a den in which appearance it is conjectured the murderer tib' and feasted on eggs and food stolen froc* house of the old couple. Atteged W!fe Murder. A shocking domestic tragedy occurred.øø High Wycombe between 10 and 11 o'c.w Sunday morning. It is alleged that Mr õt Gibbons, a prominent chair manuíact;øtd Oxford, attacked his wife in a razor, inflicting a very severe wound ?" *? back of the neck, from which she expD*eo_?t short time. Dr. Bannerman, who reside?? door, was summoned, and on his arrival Gibbons with a gash in his own throat. After a struggle he succeeded in razor away from him, and Gibbons W? placed under arrest. ?t< Mr Gibbons, who is 43 years of age, until November last a member of the Co<f" tion and has six young children.
SUNDAY SCHOOL MONEYS
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SUNDAY SCHOOL MONEYS Swansea Boys' Tr!p. ? At Swansea Police Court on youths—Wilfred George Cannon (17)) ?'/)6?" Poole (16), and Barkley Beddoe Thom??? were charged with stealing and receiV"??' 16s 9d from 72, Marlborough-road. the d, pertyof Edwin John Cannon. P??fM? who is a railway carriage cleaner, said "\?? fcndant Cannon was his stepbrother, ?"? 6?* with him. Witness was treasurer of ? tt? Paul's Sunday School, and JE7 8s 9d o money missing belonged to the school. ??' with an additional JE210s of hisown??'ttt he kept in the drawer of a dressing ?-t? two separate bags. Last Saturday o?'? t<? found the lock had been broken open ? money P.C.Grimths said he I!IIII" .0 three defendants on the Sands last Thurao? ? arrested Cannon on a warrant. He sa<<*?? right, I know what it's for. I g&ve the ?"j?' to Ted Poole. and we all—Poole. Thono*?? < myself—went to Manchester. Poole three knives for us—one each—out ? tj? money, and he had the remainder ?b<? money, which is very little. Witness '?t?* quently arrested Thomas and Poole.. ments they ma<le they agreed with 'Se<'?' except that Poole denied being the b?tt? the money. Cannon had told him t°e? boys must have known the money was øø for they were waiting outside art the tiØ1e- boys pleaded guilty, and the prosecut?*? <? an appeal for leniency. The n?g??«e*? cided to bind the boys over for t?"' under the Probation of Offenders Act.
TREDEGAR APPEAL DISMISSfØf
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TREDEGAR APPEAL DISMISSfØf _.? The Master Of the Rolls and Lords ??o? Farwell and Kennedy had under consM?-p? in the Court of Appeal on Saturday ??S' ? of PoweU's Tillery Steam Coal C? .?pg? award by the County Court Judge, ?-?3? Tredegar, under the Workmen's Coi&pe'p?" Act, of .S300 to Frances Annie Hale, ?.gje, dent of a workman named Wm. Joho ?(jy?' collier, who wa3 killed while in the elDS.tø the appellants. The accident too'L' ?b? March, 1907, at the appellants' coll?fy? ? the deceased strained himself whue °.?c?— work as a collier, and fatal results ?- f? The colliery company denied liabJlltr b{ ground that Hate's death was not < an accident arising out of and in ???jise?* his employment, but was due to hea? ?*!S and they appealed against his Hono?* -?e?" Mr Simmona, K.C., and Mr Parsons ap??.C, for the appellants, and r John S?o???t?** and Mr Vaughan Williams for the ''?? The appeal was dismissed with costs.
jKtNG AND NATIONAL AR1..
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KtNG AND NATIONAL AR1.. tN*? General f Sir Dighton ProbTtO.t'y?'.j P? of the King, has written to -?t C? carres, chairman of the Natiooa* lections Fund, expressing his Majesty pleasure that theeSorts of the socIety{ !b for the nation Holbein's ::J?uchCSS ol t.1"" have met with success. Tnh suggeS m,ø endeavours should be made to accu ? ?? substantial reserve fund ?deqn&te?ed? sudden emergencies the King ?'?'?g?' excellent one, and with a view of rende??je? slight assistance in that direction "g aa enclosed a cheque for a hundred S"?* ? donation towards such a reserve ""?"?dc ? There is still a dencit of JE4.000 to ??u? on the Holbc in fund. Among the con ('100)- to this fund was the Earl of Plymouth ?