The Cambria Daily Leader

SWANSEA'S LEG-LESS SWIMMER. I So far as can at present be he amount realised by the swimming gaia leld at thp Swansea Baths last week for he benefit of the. wife and family of Pte. vlan Davies, who lost both his legs in Trance, is .EM 3s. There are still a. few urtstanding accounts, and it. is hoped thai II the end the total will be a three-figured M. Pte. Davies returned to Roebampfcon fespital, on Monday.

Glasgow railway stat iott-s were crowded III Saturday owing to the autumn, holiday 111 Monday. Soldiers in khaki assisted jftket collectors, and bookings to some easide re«w>rts were stopped. Having served through the Zulli war and ibe Egyptian campaign, for his services in irhich he was gi ven two medals and a star, aid having- thi-rteen ohildren and 40 xandchildren. Thomas Palmer, labourer, rho pleaded guilty to stealing scrapped ttetal from employers wiih whoin be had 11 seen for twenty years, was at the Middle- iz Sessions -on Saturday bound over.

WELSH COMMISSIONS. From Saturday's London Gazette Regular Forces. Memoranda.—Temp. sec.-lieuts. trans- ferred to the G-eneral List, and to be temp. lieuts. whilst employed with trench mor- tar batteries: R. T. H. Ellis, from Royal Welsh Fusiliers; O. P. Taylor, from South Wales Borderers (June 21). Infantry Service Battalions. Royal Welsh Fusiliers.—Major A. H. i Yatman, Somerset Light Infantry (temp. lieut.-ool. whilst commanding a batt-alion)., from South Wales Borderers, to command 1 a battalion (March 23). Local Reserve. South Wales Borderers—Temp. Sec-lieut. P. S. Bushell relinquishes his commission l' on account of ill-health (Sept. 24), Special Reserve of Officers. The undermentioned, from the Officers' Cadet Unit, to be sec.-lieut. on probation: Infantry—Welsh Regiment: John, Mar- quess of Bute (Sept 5).

Born on September 2, when Lieutenant Robinson brought down the airship at Cuffly, a baby has been baptised by the vicar of St. Barnabas' Church, R-other- hithe, S.E., Victor Robinson Cuffley." Nurses and wounded soldiers formed a guard of honour at the wedding at Esher on Saturday of Miss Victoria Royle and Captain W. K. Tillie, the bride having been acting as a nurse at the Red Cross Hospital.

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Our Short Story. II 4 r, THE REBEL. BY j I WILL H. OGILVIE. The Rebel had never been treated fairly Even as a foal he had been considered a dangerous horse, and bullied and beaten accordingly. Once. when the mares and foals—he and his mother among them— had been mustered from the Wilga Pad- dock to the stockyard, he had lost his head in the noise and excitement of the draft-, ing, and, more from fear than vice. had lifted his tiny heels to the head stockman and had received in return a cruel, biting blow from the ten-foot stock-whip. That blow he never forgot, and from that moment onwards he treated all men as things to avoid or to fight, according to the circumstances in which he found him, self placed. He fought savagely when he, was branded, and more savagely still when he was roped for brealdng-in. He had to, be blindfolded before Red Mick, the breaker. could mount him; then he bucked furiously and long, and when he found that no effort of his could loosen the iron grip of the man who rode him, he threw himself down and tried to crush the life out of his rideer. Red Mick thrashed him to his feet, mounted him again,' and flogged him round the sandhill till he was too tired to offer any resistance. After that, hi^ conqueror rode him regularly.! but the station men, who had seen hio? buck as they had never seen ? any hon buck before, would not have anything to, do with him; and, indeed. The Rebeli would let no stranger approach him. When Red Mick left the station The Rebel was turned out in the back paddock and wore no saddle for three years. Then came a rough-rider from Queensland, anxious to try conclusions with this colt. whose fame a? a buckjumper had travelled far beyond the Border. He yarded The Rebel and roped him, but the bridle was never fastened on his head, for with one b10w of his forefoot the outlaw smashed the man's skull. After that, the horse was turned out again, and might have ended his days peacefully in the back paddock had not a teamster, who was looking for a lost horse, seen him and been struck with, his strength and beauty. This man made an offer for the horse, and the Boss, glad to be rid of such a useless brute, at any price, willingly accepted it. And so it came to pass that after an interval of twelve months The Rebel was once more in the stockyard, awaiting the arrival of his new owner's team, when he would be roped, blindfolded, and dragged to a place in the chains, where, starved and beaten into subjection, he would learn, like his comrades, to pull his heart out in the blacksoil swamp of the river road. The Boss's wife had been ill for many weeks, it had been found impossible in the state of her health to move her to the nearest town, which was 40 miles away The Boss himself, bis two young daugh- ters, and an old trusted housekeeper had nursed her with loving care, but, do what they would, she remained in a state which gave them constant anxiety. The doctor's visits were of necessity few and far be- tween, and the household were dependent to a great extent upon theinselves in ten- ding the sick lady. Early in the afbernoon of the day of which I write the Boss and all his men had been called aoway to a bush fire at the back of the run. Not a soul remained at the head station except the Chinese cook, the housekeeper the sick woman, and her two daughters Towards evening the patient took a sudden turn for the worse. The women were in despair. There were no telephones; the doctor was forty miles away, and, worst of all, therewas no mes- senger to send for him, or for any help. The girls were brave, as bush-girls are, but as they flitted distractedly from sick- room to verandah they realised the hope- lessness of the position which chance had thrust upon them. Their father, with any of the men who might have helped him. was thirty miles away, fighting the flames upon the eastern boundary fence. Every horse was gone, as they knew, for some of the old hands had been obliged to drive, owing to a shortage of saddle-horses. "But there's mirely one horse standing in the stockyard!" said fifteen-year-old Maisie, who, though two years younger than her sistor, usually took the lead in a difficulty. "That horse is The Rebel," her sister answered. "Dad has sold him to a team- ster, and be is to be taken away to- morrow; just the one horse that is no use to us." Maisie's face fell. Had it been any of the stock-horses, or even a wild colt, she would willingly have tried to ride it for her mother's sake-bllt the Rebel! She buried her face in her hands, and cried softly to herself. Her sister went back to the sick-room. In a few minutes Maisie polled herself together. "There's always the chance," she said Her mind was reverting to some- thing her father had been saying only the day before about untractable horses goinz more kindly under a woman's hand, and how, if you could combine a woman's voice and hands with a man's firm seat and de- termination you would have indeed the model horseman. "There's just a chance." She hurried to her room and changed her dress for a suit of knickerbockers in which she was used to ride astride when going out with the musterers. Then, pinning on her cap securely, and picking up a light riding switch as she ran, she darted across the garden and down among the darkening buddarh-bnshes to the stockyard w w The big-boned chestnut horse stood in the yard with his head down. He had been confined within these forbidding rail fences for many hours, and fee was hungry and ill-humoured. In a dim way he realised that it was man, his arch-enemy, who had shut him up here without food or water; and he feared, and was ready to resent with tooth or heel, further in dwignitie-s. He beard a light step approach ing the yard; immediately he was on the alert. When he saw in the dim light slight figure, bridle in hand, stoop anr1 come under the slip-rails, he was uncer- bin whether to be frightened or angry The figure approached him rapidly with out any sign of fear and held the bridle up to him. Now, The Rebel had only oncf in his lifetime been approached without fear or indecision, and that was in the days when Red Mick, who feared nothing in heaven or earth, had given him his first harsh lessons in obedience. This figure which approached him now was not the figure of Red Mick, but it had Red Mick's confident and almost careless way of coming up to ifim. He was surprised and he forgot to be angry. Maisie was a brave girl, and of the ordinary station horse she had no fear; but none knew better than she the risks which she was taking when, I bridle in hand, she walked up to The Rebel in the open yard. She knew that the last time he had been approached he had killed his man with a blow of his quick: fore-foot; so, though she was apparently careless, 'in reality she was watchful and wary to a degree. Surprised into obedience, and with memories of Red Mick before him, The Rebel bent his head for the bit, snorting a little as the forehfead-bamd slipped over his nose. Then Maisie began to speak softly to him, more softly than any human being had ever spoken to him before, and the horse stood quietly while she slipped the bit in place and buckled the throat- lash. Although she had won one move in the game, the girl knew that the contest was scarcely begun. She felt strangely small and helpless beside the great bulk of th« chestnut as he stood above her in the fail- ing light; but nothing would now turn her from her task. If he let himself bei so easily bridled by her, tbjfl notorious chit- law, why should he not let himself be ridden as well? With a firm step, but a hand that trembled a little on the reins, Maisie led the big horse to the fence. She was determined to saddle him inside the yard for fear that when he felt the fLrPlt pinch of the girth he should plunge and pull away from her, and so jeopardise her last chance of -bringing the doctor to her mother. Holding the bridle with one hand. she lifted from the fence her frail little saddle, a specially constructed soft-seated little pad of doeskin, with the lightest of girths and leathers, a hopeless piece of tackling to put on anything by the quietest of horses; but Maisie knew that if she could ride The Rebel at all, she could ride him as well bareback as any other way; for if he bucked she would be powerless on his back in the best saddle in the world As she placed the siddle on his back she crooned to him in her soft musical voice. and the horse stood perfectly still, with his head turned towards her. Evidently he did not connect in his mind this fairy- light toy with the huge unwieldly knee- padaed saddle which the breaker had been wont to buckle on his bapk with trebled girths and a ring-surcingle which cut him nearly in two. Even the pulling-up of the light girths did not disturb his equani- mity. He neither shrank nor plunged, mesmerised, as it seemed, by that sweet, low voice. Encouraged by his, quietness. Maisie pulled down the sliprails and led the horse out of the yard; and now it re- quired all her nerve and all the urgency of the occasion to brace her for the crucial test. Would he let her mount, or, mad when he felt her weight upon his back, would he buck and fling her from him on that iron-ground—perhaps cripple or kill her? She shuddered to think that she might be caught up in the stirrup and kicked to death by those savage hoofs: and there was no one to help her; and her mother liy ill—perhaps dying. This last thought nerved her to her final effort. Her mother was in danger, and what was her own danger in comparison? Letting down her near-side stirrnp to a convenient height for mounting, she climbed cautiously into the saddle. The chestnut stood like a rock while she pulled up the stirrup asrain to its proper height: and then, handling his mouth as lightly as 1,-is mouth tr? licbflv as though it were a butterfly's wings, she urged him to walk forward. On the lighted verandah of tbet boiise she could see figures moving, and could hear her name called ■ 'U'» I "Maise! Mai-s-ie r The horse paddock gate was open, the men galloping to the bush fire had left it so to save time, as all the horses were away. She walked The Rebel through, and then, speaking sooth- ingly to him, she raised herself in her stirrups and started him into a canter. She remembered that Red Mick, the breaker, had told her four years ago that the Rebel was a determined puller and bad to hold, but to-night he went as gently as a lady's hack. arching his strong neck to her hand. Mile after mile he cantered steadily on, scarely aware, a's it seemed, of the light weight on his back—bound by the spell of the soft voice and the caress of the light hand as it lay upon his neck. Soon the white foam began to show upon his shoulders. The Rebel was fat and soft and in no condition for hard work, and the black sweat ran in channels down her forearm. Foam gathered on his enaffJe, and he tossed his head uneasily; but always went on with tireless stride, U You beauty-you beauty!" She crooned to him as she felt the strong muscles be- neath her and heard the rhythmic beat of his bare hoofs upon the road. How he cut down the miles-and so easily! She had never ridden any horse half so good before. They reached the ten-mile gate, j and The Rebel wheeled round to the latch 1 of it as cleverly as a boy's pony; he had not forgotten Red Mick's teaching. The moon came up, red and splendid above the myall trees, and Maisie's spirits rose with it. She was already nearly half-way on her journey, the horse was quiet V and docile, and covering the miles with a deter- mined stride. She would reach the town and send the doctor on his errand, and all would yet be well. How glad she was that she had found courage to mount the noto- rious outlaw. Even at this hour of her mother's danger, she could take pride in the feat that she had accomplished—the riding of a noted buckjumper that even the finest riders of the back country dared not mount. With renewed confidence she drew her whip smartly down the shoulder of. the sweating chestnut. A few more miles at this pace, and he would have for- gotten all about bucking; she would con- quer him as Red Mick had conquered. Game horse as he was, the long canter was beginning to tell on him in his soft condition, and when the girl felt his heart beginning to thump under her knee she drew him into a walk. After a couple of hundred yards at this pace her fear for her mother's safety made her urge him again to a quicker speed, and The Rebel though breathing heavily, gathered him- self into a canter as she touched him with her heel. A mile further on a Tittle roob of sheep that had been camped near the road started up and went rustling through the long grass. The Rebel nervous and high- strung, plunged to one side; as he did so, the girl, taken unawares, lurched awk- wardly, on to his withers. With a snort and a squeal of rage the great horse came out of the trance into which her courage and soft voice had thrown him, and only remembered that one of his hated enemies was on his back, and must be thrown from it if he was to recover freedom. Snatch- ing the reins from the girl's slender hands he dropped his head bet-ween his forelegs and gave one stupen dous bk-such a buck as had tried even the superb skill of Red Mick, the champion horseman. It was 1 enough, and more than enough, for pool ■ Maisie; with a little scream she was ( hurled roughly from the saddle, and thrown heavily upon her back in the road. And now the horse, partially tired though he was, became Kke a mad thing Turning off the road, he went bucking, and plunging through the darkness, the little white saddle flashing ghostily above him. Maisie, lying hurt and frightened in the road, could heaT the myall boughs cracking as he dashed through them; then the beat of his hoofs became fainter, and the bush became strangley, wierdly still. The girl tried to get up, but one of her shoulders was hurt, and she soon rea lised that she could not more. She,was siiffe-r- ing excruciating pain; but even this be- came as nothing before the thought that she had failed in her object, and that the last chance of bringing help to her mother was gone. She shouted and .coo-eed but the silent bush seemed to have no help to give her. The fire on the boundary was subdued long before midnight, an d the tired bush- men were riding slowly homeward. Just where the bush-track joined the main road Albert pulled up his mare. "There's a coo-ee. Boss!" The Boss and the others pulled up. It is. by Gad! Someone in trouble!" And putting spurs to Witchery he galloped up the road in the direction of the sound. It took poor Maisie but a few moments to sob out her story to her father; and in a few more one man was riding hot-foot to town for the doctor, while another raced on to the station to tell of Maisie's rescue and to harness his horse to a light trap to bring her home. The girl soon recovered from her in- juries; the timely arrival of the doctor crowned her brave deed with success, and the happenings of that daring night be- came little more than the memory of a. fevered dream. The little white saddle was found torn and broken in the myall scrub, and The Rebel tangled in a six-wire fence —into which he had dashed in the dark— hopelessly crippled and dangerous no more. The End.

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THE GIRLS' CLUB, OLD Y.M.C.A., I DYNEVOR-PLACE. Through the kindness of the Mayor, who has again lent us the premises, the Girls' Club will be re-opened very shortly. We should like to appeal -to all those who helped us with gifts or donations last year, ) extend to us the same kindness and generosity. The Club was a great success, and if possible, we want to make it even a greater, as there is more need than ever for a place of recreation for the young people. We should be grateful for the loan of a pianos small tables, chairs, an urn. gifts of cups and saucers, spoons, dark curtains (or the material to make the curtains), games of all kinds, playing cards, books, magazines and papers, also gifts for the canteen: tea, ooffee, cocoa and sugar. The Girls' Club will be open to receive parcels, or gifts of all kinds, every Tues- day afternoon. Contributions can be sent to the treasurer, Mrs. Gauntlett, The Grove, Sketty, or the secretary, Miss Mac- lure, 31, TM Grove, Uplands.—Alice ¡ Wright, Marion Rice. l

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MUCH ACTIVITY IN THE AIR GREAT ALLIED RAIDS I MANNHEIM BOMBED BY FRENCH; BRITISH I DESTROY MUNITION TRAINS BOMBS DROPPED ON ESSEN I A feature of the week-end sen from the Western front is the marked aeiial activity, in which the Allies gave fresh proof of their ascendancy. £ ixst and fore- m<)6t must rank the raid by two Frenoh pilots on Essen, where the great Krupp, works are mainly housed. In addition to engaging in 85 fights, in which 38 enemy machines were driven eU>^»» (no m n ki o \x huclvtfl li aya alreadv been reported), an air raid 130 miles into Sermany was carried out by French aviators, who bombed Mannheim, an im- portant industrial centre, with effect. About 50 British machines carried out a highly successful raid on an important junction, destroying two trains of ammu- nition. Sunday's German communique states that the bombardment between the Ancre and the Sonune has reached a violence rarely attained hitherto. BRITISH OFFICIAL NEWS. I General Headquarters in France, San- day, 1-5 p_m.—South ot the Ancre there was considerable activity during the night on both sides. East of Neuville St. Vaast the enemy's trenchee were entered and prisoners taken. TWO AM,MUNITION TRAINS I DESTROYED. 10.59 p.m.—South of the Ancre we have contined to improve our position, push- ing detachments forward in places into the enemy's advanced trenches. During the bombardment by our artillery of one section of the enemy's front yesterday ten hostile gun-pits were seen to be de- stroyed, fourteen others severely dam- aged, aad tive ammunition pits blown up. To-day a big fire has been caused by our artillery in a vllage much used by the enemy's transport for supply purposes. There was very great aerial activity yesterday. A highly successful raid by about 50 of our machines was carried out on 'an important railway junction, where much damage was done, two trains con- taining ammunition being destroyed and many violent explosions caused. A num- ber of other raid-s on enemy railway works and sidings, aerodromes, and other points of military importance were equally successful. In addition, many fights took place in the air, in the course of which three hostile machines were destroyed and five others driven to earth in a damaged con- dition, besides many others which broke off in the middle of the fight and were seen to be descending steeply, but could not be watched to the ground owing to our machines being too busily engaged. Five of our machines are missing. FRENCH OFFICIAL NEWS. I Sunday, 3.0 p.m.—To the north of the Somme our artillery showed itself active in the course of the night. The enemy feebly retailiated. This morning a German attack launched against Abbeywood Farm and aposition to. the south was caught under the violent fire of our cannon and machine-guns. The enemy dispersed before being able to reach our lines, leaving numerous dead on the ground. On the right bank of the Meuse we easily repulsed several German attempts against Paper Hill, to the south-east of Thiau- mont. MANY AERIAL FIGHTS. I During yesterday the enemy aviators showed themselves more active than usual, and our pursuing squadrons were engaged on the greater portion of the front in regular aerial battles- Our pilots scored great successes, and in- contestablv dominated the adversary. On the Somme front there were 29 com- bats. Four enemy aeroplanes were brought down. One fell in the Vaux Wood, and two others attacked successfully by Sub- lieutenant1 Guynemer, fell in flames after some minutes' fighting. Sab-lieutenant Guynemer, by this exploit, has thus on the came day brought down his seven- teenth and eighteenth machines. The fourth crashed to the ground to the south of Miserey. Three other German machines which were badly hit fell disabled near Est res, and in the region of Peronne four enemy aeroplanes were compelled to alight in I their lines. Moreover, it is confirmed that one of the German aeroplanes reported as seri- ously hit during the day of September 22 was brought down between Miserey and Villiers-CabonneL Further to the south, between Chaulnes and the Avre, six German machines were t brought down. One fell in flames near Chaul-nes in the course of a fight between four of our machines and a group of six enemy aero- planes. The second fell at Lacourt, the third at Parvillers. The fourth was seen crashing to the earth to the south of Marohelpot. "Hie fifth and sixth were brought down by the same pilot in a fight in which one of our squadrons and a group of six German aeroplanes took part, and fell in the region of Audechy, and one of them in our line. In the region to the north of Chalong a Fokker fell in flames in proximity to our lines, and another Fokker seemed badly hit. In the region of Verdun an enemy aero- plane, riddled at close quarters, canted over on one wing, and came down on Pep- per HilL To the sooth of St. Mihiel a Fokker nose-dived within its own lines. in IJOffame one oi our imma &u x German machine for 12! miles over hie lines, killing the passenger, and compel- ling the machine to come down spiral- wise. Another enemy machine came down in the Forest of Gamecy. Finally, in the Vosges, two enemy aero- planes dived down in abnormal fashion after fighting with our pilots. 11.0 p.m.—On the Somme front the artillery duel has been somewhat violent in the region of Bouchavesnes and in the sector of Belloy and Berny. There is no infantry action to report. In the Vosges the enemy made an at- tempt against our positions south of the Sainte Marie Hill. After a somewhat warm grenade fight he was thrown back to his trenches. No important event took place en the rest of the front. TWELVE BOMBS ON ESSEN. Paris, Sunday, 11 p.m.—Apart from a rather violent artillery struggle south of the Somme and in the sector of Thiaumont and Fieury, on the right bank of lite Meuse, no important event has been re- ported on the whole front. In the night of September 23-24 seven of our aircraft dropped 46 bombs of 120 m.m. and four of 150 m.m. on the factories in the region of Rombach and Thionville, Captain de Beauchamp and Lieut. Dancourt each piloting a macHine, lef 4 their aviation camp at 11 o'clock to-day- and dropped 12 bombs at Essen, West- phalia. Our airmen returned safety to their landing ground after accomplishing a raid of 800 kilometres (497 miles). In the night of the 2nd-23rd a Zejpelin flew over the region of Calais. Violently bombarded by our anti-aircraft batteries. it was forced to take departure without dropping any projectiles. THE EARLIER NEWS. The following is a eummanry of the earlier news from the western front: British front.—Position, improved south of Ancre. Hostile gunpits and ammuni- tion blown up. Successful raid of 50 aeropla-nes on an important railway junction; two trains destroyed. Many aerial fights; three hostile machines des- troped, five damaged; five of our machines missing. French front.-vioilent artillery duel on the Somme front. No infantry action. AIRMEN AT ZEEBRUGGE. Amsterdam, Sunday (received Monday). —Very heavy gunfire was heard about mid-day to-day at Zeebrngge, directed against airmen who attacked the harbour. It continued for twenty minutes. Since yesterday artillery activity has been great along the Dixmude-Nieuwport front. Gun- fire has been heard at sea several times.— Times War Telegram (Copyright).

Tlw coro-nees jury on Saturday found that Mr. C. A. Lampard, Holme Park, committed suicide d-uring temporary in- A badge, consisting of a two-bladed pro- peller in worsted embroidery, worn above the elbow on the right arm, has been ap- proved for first-class air mechanics, R.F.C. Relics of the airship brought down by Lieutenant Robinson, V.C., at Cuffley on September 2 will be on view on Tuesday at the headquarters of the Honourable Artillery Company, Bunhill-row, B.C., where they will remain until Saturday, sanity followingf his son's dearth in action- Mr. C. M. S. McLellan, the American playwright who "wrote the book of the suc- cessful musical play The Belle of New York." has died at Esher, Surrey, at the age of fifty-one. Printed and Published for the Swansea Press, Limited.. by ARTHUR PARNELL HIGHAM, at Leader Buildinga, Swanee*.