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CHAPTER XVIII. I
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CHAPTER XVIII. I It was not quite dark at hall-past eleven, j when Barnham, according to his invariable custom, went his round to see that all the lower windows were secure for the night. The large middle window of the library stood wide open, the coloured lozenge bearing the Richmond arms and crest showing faintly against the gleam even yet lingering in the west. Barnham went over to shut it, breathing indignation on the way. Wilson all over he muttered. Can't trust him further than I could throw him. Three nights he does his duty-and the fourth he forgets that such a thing exists. It'll be Rhoda that's upset him to-night, though Never mind the window, Barnham, I'll see to that. I told Wilson to leave it," said a quiet voice out of the dimness. I Barnham started. It was Miss Nora's hus- band. "Of course, thank you, sir," he said quickly, and then his tongue tripped and fell silent and he stood staring stupidly in his surprise. You can go to bed, you know," said Ken- neth presently with a touch of decision as Barnham still hesitated. I would rather you did. I'll see to the window. ] Yes, sir," said Barnham and went. But not far He closed the door with a noise- less hand and then he looked about him, his dark eyes keen and alert for all his sixty-five years. In the hall stood a porter's chair with a hood. Barnham went noiselessly across the tiled door and sat down in it. He was old and spare and the depths of the chair swallovwed him. No one passing behind would have known he was there. It struck twelve and Barnham never moved, one, and still he sat on. When the great clock over the stables clanged two Barnham rose- and went back to the library. He was a per- fectly trained servant, yet he entered without knocking. Tojspeakto his superiors on any sub- ject outside his duty without a distinct invita- tion from them would have been the last thing he would have dreamt of—in the daytime. But now in the silence and solemnity of the hushed night artificial distinctions were forgotten, superficial and unreal differences fell away. As Barnham walked across the stretch of thick soft carpet towards that quiet figure sitting against the still-open window the set of his shoulders, the poise of his head,the very sound of his footitti was changed. In the daytime they might be servant and employer. In the honest hours of the night they were man and man. Mr McLeod, sir, please, I would like a word with you." ( yes, Barnbam Kenneth sat up, bringing himself with diffi- culty out of a maze of misery. Every nerve throbbed, his brain felt bruised with the stress of the hours he had just lived through. So en- tirely detached was he from the happenings of the moment that there seemed nothing un- usual in the butler's asking the favour of a few minutes at two o'cbck, in the morning. Yes, Bamham, c<tt*mly I" he said again, as though it were a request altogether ordinary and everyday. Barnham's next words, how- ever, did surprise him. And I'd as lief, sir, you'd give me what you've got in your pocket." For a moment Kenneth only stared. How did Barnham know what he had got in his pocket. Then he laughed, a rather dreary laugh. I'm not going to use it, Barnham, he said mildly. If I'd meant—that, I should have done it, before now." Yes, sir, I know. And I ought to have in- terfered before now, for I've been fearing it. bnly God knows how I've been fearing it. But I was-too cowardly, sir, too cowardly, I mean, to step over barriers I've been taught all my life to respect, sir. But at last it got-that there didn't seem to be any barriers, that it was just a young man in trouble and an old one that had learned patience in the hard school of life and might be able to help him through. For I understand what you did to- day and what made you do it, sir, better than most folks would." "Thank you, Barnham," said Kenneth steadily. He was so crushed by his trouble that the full sense of the old man's words hardly conveyed itself to him, but he was dimly aware that he had found a friend :tnd that in an unexpected quarter. A warm little glow of gratitude to the man who could understand lit up for a moment in his soul. It's a grievous and an awful thing, Mr McLeod, sir." Kenneth sighed a little wearily. That was surely a sutllciently established truth. And a horror was over him of it, of his misery, of his loneliness. He clung almost desperately to the kindly human presence, to the sympathetic human voice in the dimness, even though it were only that of his own butler. Won't you sit down, Barnham ?" Barnham complied, drawing another big leather reading chair forward to face his new master. There was no awkwardness, but con- siderable dignity in the old man's manner, but Kenneth, brought up to regard a man as a man, and not as a menial, was not surprised at that either. Barnham's next words, however, sharply arrested his attention. I'm glad you asked me that, Sir, very glad. I shall always remember that you aaked me now and not after you heard what I'm going to say. For I've something to tell you, sir, some- thing that may explain a little things that to a stranger may have seemed a bit odd. Has it ever struck you, sir, that I take a rather different position in this house from what a butler generally takes ?" Kenneth sat up, shaken for the moment even out of the contemplation of his own misery. I've thought, sometimes," he said slowly, that—your young mistresses—treated you with—with a familiarity, an affection which, well, which one who did not know what you have been to Sir Francis all these years might not quite expect. The relations which exist between you and your young mistresses are not quite what an outsider-like myself-has been led to—to look for. Of course, to anyone know- ing everything, the long years of devotion on your part explain- a Yes, but it's deeper than thft, sir. Miss Nora and Miss Ailie, bless them, they don't know it, but the thing's deeper than that. I'm just to them old Barnham, and they never knew and never shall know just why it was so natural for them to run to me with all their little childish hurts and happinesses. They had no father, so to speak, and it seemed natural to them., I dare say, that I should take his place. And so it was far more natural than ever they suspected. Did you notice anything c that struck you any way as-well,as a little odd, sir, the day Miss Nora brought you in to see Sir Francis the first time, the day you first saw Sir Francis and me together ?" Now you mention it, it did strike me-that you were very much alike," said Kenneth slowly. But I imagine that it was the result, perhaps, of close personal companionship for so many years. Husbands and wives grow alike, you know, not only in disposition but in feature." Yes, sir, they do, but it's deeper than that as I said before. There's a better reason than anyone in the world shall ever know but you, sir, and but for what happened to-day I'd never have told you either. But I thought if you knew you'd feel different towards me. You'd know why I understand, sir, better than most fo)ks would, and how I'm likely to feel towards you, sir, and you'd let me help you perhaps to—to manage things and keep calamity away from a house that's heavily enough burdened already." If I knew what ?" asked Kenneth, check- ing the old man's hurrying sentences. Barnham hesitated. Then he told the blunt truth. I'm not the bearer of his title, that couldn't be, but I'm old Sir Francis Richmond's oldest Bon for all that," he said. Kenneth sat silent for some little time, digesting that totally unexpected information. When he spoke his words were few, but a quick, indignant sympathy rang in his voice that was worth more to Barnham than pages of perfunctory condolence. Tell me about it," he said. It's a common enough story, sir," the old man began. My mother was a Devon girl, and as good a one as ever stepped, and old Sir Francis, that's my father, played the rogue, as young men sometimes will. He was married already, but he never told her so. He never told her rightly who he was either. He coaxed, her up to London and tricked her into believing she was his wife, and when she found out the truth it killed her. I believe he would have done the right thing by me, but the old folks took me when my mother died, and they wouldn't look at a penny of his money. They brought me up in the way my mother had been brought up before me. I was educated in the village school, and when I was old enough I went as page to my Lord Escombe. When I was a young fellow twenty-two I heard a foot- man was wanted here, and I got a sort of a fancy to see the place that might have been mine if all had been as it should 'a been. Old Sir Francis was dead then. or 1 wouldn't 'a come anigh the place. Blood's a wonderful thing, Mr McLcod, sir, and the young baronet he took to me, took wunnerful, he did from the first, though he little knew why. I was a fair sportsman, sir, could throw a lly with the best of 'em and handy with a gun, too, and the young master, my half-brother, sir, if he d only known it, made me his chosen companion. There were times when it hurt a bit—but on the whole I was contented even then. He roar ried late, he was nigh on forty, and after that I saw less of him, but he always treated me well. Then the little lasses came, and after that I was happy, very happy. For they loved me same as their father had done. and I've never wanted more of life than that. sir. Is it any wonder, Sir, then, that I come to you and say Don't try to handle this that's happened to- day alone.' Let me help you. Who's So likely to help you, sir, as me ?" For a moment, Kenneth sat silent, more touched than he willing to betray. Then he held out a hand that shook a little. "You're a good man, Barnham," he said quietly as the two hands met. CHAPTER XIX. There's Miss Nora to think of, sir." Kenneth groaned. Had not the time for taking thought gone by ? How by taking thought ever so, could he shield her from the I dread results of actions already done ? And he had iJworn to shield her. Do you think I forget it," he said almost roughly. Do you suppose I'm not always thinking of her." And I wanted to-night—it'll be the best opportunity we'll ever have, str-to calculate chances, to see just what we had better do." Kenneth was silent. Barnham had wanted more than that, and he knew it. There's—this inquest coming on,sir," Barn- ham went on presently, as Kenneth did not speak. "I though it would be as well if I knew beforehand just what you were going to say." I shall say the same as I said this morning, neither more nor less." Then—I'd better know what it was you did say. Sir, this morning. For your tale and mine, well, they've got to hang together." Kenneth leant forward. It will be perjury, Barnham." Barnham shrugged his spare shoulders ever so slightly. Dawn was breaking now, and Kenneth saw the movement, full of a sort of dignified resignation, and the accompanying shake of his fine old head. It's for the family, sir, I can't say more than that. I've been a truthful man all my life, and it'll go hard with me to have to stand before my Maker and lie in His face. But if I can t get round what they are certain to ask me any other way I'll do it, sir, and trust the good Lord to understand. There's Miss Nora to think of, sir, as I said before, let alone the tittle *un. Do you think I'd bring suchtrouble upon Miss Nora. No, not to save my miserable soul fifty times over. So if I'm asked, sir, you know what I shall say." For some few moments Kenneth sat and pon- dered the situation. Then he spoke vehemently, almost violently. It isn't fair. No one has any right to ask it of you. You shall not do it," he said. I must, sir. I can't leave the house with the master lyiog as he does, andi depending on me for every breath he draws, for he depends on me more than he does on Mrs Gabriel,"— with an odd touch of pride. And if I did go they'd follow me. It'd be the very thing to make them follow me." 44 Yes, I see that, of course. But you mustn't attend the inquest for all that. You may, of course, never be wanted. But if you are-you shall not perjure yourself." I don't see what else I'm going to do, sir." Neither do I-at present," confessed Ken- neth unwillingly, but you shan't do that. Not for me, nor for anyone." A bell rang faintly in the distance, so faintly that but for the hush of the dawn it could not have been heard at all. Barnham rose. You'll excuse me, sir, but that's my master's bell," he said. Mrs Gabriel wants me. Dear Lord, grant there's nothing else gone wrong." Kenneth heard the muttered petition as the old man hurried away, and it touched him pro- foundly. Cheated before ever he was born of every right that should have been his, and that by his own father, he had found satisfaction and happiness in a life-long devotion to those who had ousted him from his own. A smaller mind and a meaner soul would have hated them, even though they had all unconsciously and quite innocently supplanted him. It means something after all," Kenneth told himself, to have gentle blood in one's veins." The dawn burgeoned towards the day, and Kenneth sat and watched it. The new day, the first day of his new life, the life that had pro- mised so much, and had failed of everything even at its outset. The ache of his desolation was still with him, but Barnham had done him good, he had recovered his courage. He felt the dark colour rise in his cheeks as he walked across the room and slipped something he took from his coat pocket, something that gleamed quietly in his hand, back into a little case of embossed Spanish leather. For the first time in his life he was arraigned before the bar of his own conscience for cowardice—and convicted. The house was waking up. Kenneth started. He must not be found by any early housemaid keeping vigil in: the library. He went noise- lessly dp the great shadowy staircase to his dressing-room. It contained a light iron bed- stead—and a locked door. When Nora came into the breakfast room Kenneth was there before her. She stood a moment in pitiful embarrassment. How should she greet him, he, her husband, for whom no greeting should have been necessary ? Kenneth did not help her, only stood, his back to the open window, his face in shadow, sombrely watching her as she glanced, in mute distress, first at him and then away. For suddenly and quite unexpectedly a very storm of mingled grief, indignation, and anger against Nora had surged up in his heart. If it had been Nora who had stood before him as a convicted criminal how differently, ah, how differently would he have received her. His hand, to Nora's thinking, had blood upon it. He would not offer it. Nora, standing hesitating, fight- ing hard to steady the quiver of her lips, to still the tremor in her voice, read his refusal-and inevitahly read it wrong. It shrivelled up her shy advance towards what. was still possible between them like flame. She spoke hur- riedly, almost lightly, choosing in her agitation the first topic that presented itself. I am sorry to be late, Kenneth, but really I coifldn't help it. Rhoda never came to dress me, though I rang over and over again, and at last Vyner, the upper housemaid, had to come and do her best. I hope I don't look as horrid a sight as I feel." Kenneth studied her gravely. If he never saw a more horrid sight than Nora looked at that moment, he reflected, the world was not likely to lack beauty. But he did not say so. She had indicated exactly the plane upon which their intercourse must rest. She had given him his lead. There was nothing for him to do but to follow it with what success he might. Why couldn't Rhoda come ? Is she ill ?" Oh, I don't know quite what is the matter." Nora turned away ahnost petulantly. It is— a love affair-of some sort." She checked her- self, her sweet eyes widening woefully. Did love always imply tragedy in one form or an- other in this most disappointing world ? Ken- neth was silent a moment. What had Barnham said as he came to close the window ? Is Wilson at the bottom of it ?" he asked. Nora laughed, a little shaken laugh sadder than tears.. Fancy your having penetrated our domestic politics as far as that already," she said with a tremuluous attempt at lightness of tone that jarred horribly with realities. No, I don't think Wilson is responsible for this. He wor- ships Rhoda—but Rhoda won't look at him. She is sucb a pretty little thing, and so clever. I have had her ever since she was sixteen, and taken such immense pains with her training. What I am going to do without her- Why Is she leaving you 1" asked Ken- neth, more for the sake of saying something than from any curiosity as to pretty Rhoda's plans. Yes, she says she must go home to-day. I don't think any of us are responsible for her decision. Something has gone wrong some- where. probably at home." But if Rhoda goes what will poor Wilson do ?" asked Kenneth. I don't know. He will have to win through I suppose, like the rest of us." Kenneth sat slowly back in his chair and put down his cup, for his hand trembled so that ha could no longer hold it. The impulsive unin- tentional half-allusion, the bitter note of heart- break behind it, had shaken him to the core. Nora," he said hoarsely, his hands closing hard on the edge of the pretty breakfast table, would you like me to go ?" And leave me altogether The eyes, bright with distress and filling slowly with heavy tears, the lips, parted to let the panting breath come through, paling swiftly with the pang of his words, were elo- quent indeed. A warm little glow lit up in Kenneth's heart. To have him here was bad. but to lose him was worse. It was the first crumb of real comfort a niggardly destiny had doled out to Rim. Nora proceeded promptly to demolish it.. Besides," she said, leaning across the little table that he might catch the hardly breathed words, you mustn't go, you can t go. for your own sake. It would be the most dangerous thing you could possibly do. No. there is no- thing we can do but bear it. Kenneth," Kenneth listened sombrely. He looked across at his wife again, bis wife that was yet no wife. N lira was crying now quietly and with a sort of hopeless resignation that seemed to turn his heart, to water. "Dont cry, Nora," hs said with a mans helpless sympathy. But Nora having on~e broken down had broken down utterly. With a little sign to him that he should not follow her she roso and left him. He sat looking after her. his untasted breakfast before him. This was their first meal j together. GWynne had sworn to sep rate them, and truly and indeed he had done it. He had vowed to come back from his grave if need be to hold them apart, and no living hand could have sundered theja as utterly as did this dead one. I wonder," said Kenneth slowly to himself, I wonder if he knows," CHAPTER XX. It was the day of the inquest. All those who, in the opinion of the law, were l'kely to be able to throw any light upon the tragedy they had come together to investigate, were gathered in Gwynne Gaythorne's own dining.-room at the Hall, the long low dining-room lined with old oak panelling, picked out in crimson and gold. Kenneth had been the first witness called, and his examination had been long and severe. But for the story he had told on the day of the tragedy the coroner had found it impossible to move him. He had gone down the garden to look for his wife* who had left her guests for a moment. He might or might not have heard the report of the shot which killed Gwynne Gaythorne A man was scaring birds with a rifle in a cherry orchard naar and if he did hear the shot he had taken no notice of it. He had not spoken to Mr Gaythorne nor seen him at all until he saw him lying face down- ward on the grass by the tiny fountain. His wife had seen him (Kenneth) from another part of the garden and had followed him. He had tried to prevent her noticing-what lay on the grass, but had been too late. The shock had been too much for her, Mr Gaythorne being one of her oldest friends, and she had fainted. He had carried her up the garden and at once told his guests what had happened. Was Mr Gaythorne a friend of yours also?" aeked the coroner. I cannot say that," answered Kenneth steadily. I had only sesn him once before." And that is .positively all you know about it?" Kenneth raised his head. I am on my oath," he said quietly, and I affirm positively that I know nothing more than I have told you. Thank yon. You can stand down. Mrs McLaod, please." Slowly, reluctantly Nora came forward. Her face was as colourless as her simple muslin dress, and she trembled exceedingly, Someone gave her a chair and cleared a space about her with an authoritative hand. It was Dr Melville. And I'd as lief, sir, you'd give me what you've got in your pocket. •« She won't go through it," he muttered to himself. She'll never go through it." Per- haps the coroner thought so, too, but Nora took the oath with more composure than they expected, and faced her questoner, her eyes bright with a kind of desperate courage. Will you tell us," asked the coroner as gently as though he had been speaking to a child, just what happened between half-past* two and four o'clock on June 23rd last ?" It was my wedding-day. We were sitting on the lawn, Mr and Mrs Tracy, Dr. Melville, my aunt, Lady Mabel Breydon, my husband, and myself. Wilson and Carvey were handing round tea. It was nearly four o'clock." She paused. "And then T" said the coroner encourag- ingly. I got up—and left the others-" The coroner checked her. What made you leave your guests ?" he Nora hesitated. Then she looked up. "Ajn I obliged to answer questions? she asked. You are not obliged, but I should advise you to." „ What will happen if I don t ? The coroner studied his witness, a sudden alertness in his eyes. He was a man of much experience, and he felt instantly under his fingers the little knot that was the nucleus of the tangle it was his business to unravel. But he was careful not to betray the fact. Nothing definite at present, but people may draw inferences from your silence that you j would rather they didn't. I should advise you 1 to answer, Mrs McLeod." I can't," said Nora breathlessly, not that one." A little breath seemed to pass round the room and its occupants. Nora sat with wide- I open eyes staring straight in front of her, aware not so much of the significance of her j own words as of a horrid sense of incongruity between her present position and her surround- j ings. This was the very same dining-table at which she and Ailie and poor old Powlett had i dined so often with Gwynne, handsome and debonair, as host at the head of it. And Gwynne was dead, and because of it peril,peril I at which she dared hardly glance, brooded over her. It was—for a perfectly understandable, per- fectly innocent reason that I went," she said presently. It had nothing whatever to do-" She broke off, frozen into quiet. Nothing to do with what had happened afterwards ? It had everything to do with it. Kenneth moved uneasily. Will nothing teach a woman to say too little rather than too much ? j If you will not say what made you go to the rosery," said the coroner quietly, tell me I what you saw when you got there." I For a moment Nora sat very still. Then she j spoke, her voice low and toneless. j I saw—my husband, he was just in front of I me. He said 'Keep back,' and waved me I away—but I wouldn't go back. And then I saw Gwynne-Mr Gaythorne——" Her voice failed her. She dropped her face I in her two hands, shuddering violently. One question more," said the coroner, with very evident sympathy. Can vou tell me, on your oath, that you saw no one, spoke to no one, in the garden between the moment when you left your guests and the moment you came upon your husband and saw the body lying on the grass in the rosery ?" Nora raised her head and dropped her hands, twisted hard together, on her lap. She was silent a long, long-time. When she spoke she said one word only, "No." The coroner leant forward. What does that mean ?" he asked. That you saw no one—or that you cannot answer my question ?" That I cannot answer your question.' Once again that little breath of intense interest ran over the dead anxiety of the room. The coroner studied his recalcitrant witness with a sort of grieved perplexity that verged on acute vexation. Mrs McLeod, I must ask you to re-consider your attitude," he said. Your extreme reluc- tance to give me any aid at all in this matter can only point one way. You have some very strong reason for doing your best to pre- vent my arriving at the truth. I need hardly remind you that it is my duty to do my best to find out what that reason is." f For a moment N ora sat stunned and white. Then she looked up, a dull crimson spot on each cheek and her eyes were the eyes of a helpless wild thing caught in a cruel trap. I--don't know what you mean," she said, desperately. I have—no reason-" But the lie was too much for her. She threw her arms out over the table, dropped her head on them and burst into bitter weeping. Win- dows were opened wider, water was fetched, the coroner waited gravely, but Nora lay shaken in a perfect tempest of grief. By and by Dr. Melville made his way round the table to the back of the coroner's chair. Look here," he said sharply, can't you put a stop to this painful scene. It isn't that the child won't., she can't go on." I must have Mrs McLeod's evidence." My dear fellow, you can't, not to-day, she isn't fit to give it. Vou can sea for yourself." Then I must postpone the inquiry till she is." Bufc you can'thave it then, either," insisted Dr. Melville, dropping his voice,' •' because as "Hut you can'thave it then. either," insisted Dr. Melville, dropping his voice,' because as i a. matter of f: t the whole thing is illegal. You can hold an inquiry, and you can make her be present, but you can't make her speak. It's not only inhuman, it's illegal." For a moment the coroner gravely regarded his old friend. I can't help understanding what, you say, of course," he said presently, and stopped. And-what will you do ? Arrest him ?" Not till there is further evidence. The police have nothing to go on-yet. He'll lie watched, of course. I'm calling you next. Mel- ville." I All right," said Dr. Melville, resignedly only let that poor child go. It isn't any use pushing things when a woman's hysterical. You oueht to know that." Dr. Melville's evidence was terse and brief. He confirmed Kenneth McLeod's account of his telling of the accident to his guests, and des- scribed how be found Gwynne Gaythorne lying dead upon his face in the rosery. He had been killed undoubtedly by a dicharge from his own shotgun fired at close quarters. How long had he been dead when you saw him ?" enquired the coroner. Not long, not many minutes. He was still warm." Did you hear the shot which killed him ?" I can't be sure. Probably I did. But a man had been shooting at intervals all the afternoon as Mr McLeod described, and it is impossible to tell one shot from another." And you saw no one in the garden except your host and hostess and your fellow-guests?" No one." Thank you-that will do. Miss Aileen Rich- mond." Dr. Melville turned and came back to the table. Miss Aileen Richmond is not present this afternoon." he said. She is too ill to leave her room." A little ripple of sympathy pa ssed over the listening room. A hint of Ailie's relationship to the dead man had crept out and given the tragedy just that touch of romance the whole world loves. The coroner looked down at his list with a vexed sigh. This promised to be a most un- satisfastory inquiry. Of course, if you certify her as unfit," he said, resignedly. Joseph Barnham." ffo one answered. Nothing moved. The poKceman at the Uining-room door opened it wide. Joseph Barnham," he repeated. His sonorous voice echoed across the hall and down the corridor, but no one replied. Kenneth had risen from his seat ani made his way to the i table. Joseph Barnham is not here, either," he said, quietly. A relative telegraphed for him to go down to Devon. It was a matter of life and death, he told me, and he went away yesterday." The coroner's look clmided into anger. This was not only an unsatisfactory, it was an abor- tive inquiry. He was duly subpoenaed, wasn't he ?" "Yes; but he/lid not regard his evidence as of any very great importance." I am the best judge as to the importance of his evidence, Mr M :Leod," interrupted the coroner a little stiffly. He was summoned, and he should have been here. We cannot ?retend to regard to-day's proceeding as final. shall adjourn.the inquiry until this day fort- night, and on that day I shall expect him to present himself before me. You will please convey to him the fact, Mr McLeod, that a failure on this part to answer to his subpoena will result in a warrant for his arrest." (To be continued.)
-'BURGLARIES AT SWANSEA.
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-'BURGLARIES AT SWANSEA. The burglary season at Swansea now seems to have returned. A large number of prisoners charged with burglary and ho use-breaking were dealt with at the recent sessions, and it was hoped the gang responsible for the offence had been broken up. There is, however, evidently another gang which has special designs on shops, for early dn Saturday morn- ing a series of attacks were committed on shop windows in the Manselton district, with, however, only partial success, At Mr Douglas Howell's grocery shop in Robert-street, the barking of a dog revealed the fact that some- » one had smashed a plate glass window and stolen some condensed milk at 28, Courtney- street entrance had been gained through a window and articles taken and thrown about, while at Mrs Owen's shop in Elgin-street a window was smashed and some drapery stolen. In this case a woman was seen running across the street, rolling something in her apron. Fortunately the robbers were in every instance disturbed and no money was missed. During Saturday night the Manse, Porth- cawl, the residence of the Rev. E. T. Pearce, was burglariously entered through a window which had been left unfastened. A good deal of food was taken and t. small sum in cash. Mr Pearce was away from home at the time. Mrs Pearce was disturbed about 2.30,and got up and lit a candle, but did not discover that there was anyone in the house.
"WALKING BAND OF MUSIC."
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"WALKING BAND OF MUSIC." The N ewmarket Guardians were on Saturday negotiating for the removal to the London Hospital of a young girl, named Ruth Parr, who is suffering from a most peculiar disease. The girl was admitted into the Union in- firmary from the parish of Brinkley, where she was known as The Band of Music Girl," from the fact that from her body are heard musical noW of varying loudness and in all keys. The local doctors could do nothing for her. The Rev. W. H. Bray, in moving that the Guardians should pay for her removal to the, London Hospital, said the girl was not likely to be cured if she remained where she was, and if she was not cured she would live her life in the Workhouse. The Rev. Colville Wallis seconded the pro- position, which was carried.
\ GLYNDWR MALE VOICE PARTY.
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GLYNDWR MALE VOICE PARTY. Mr D. Glyndwr Richards's male voice party from Mountain Ash, who are touring, in the United States and Canada, are being greeted with enthusiasm at all their concerts. They had large audiences in New York, and after- awards they proceeded through Connecticut State and New York State to Toronto and Hamilton, in Canada. Dr. F. H. Torrington, of the Toronto College of Music, after attend- ing one of the concerts, expressed himself in the following terms Thank you for the finest male part singing ever heard in Toronto. while Dr. Browne wrote to the conductor in a similar strain. One of the Canadian news- papers declares that the choir "has justified its reputation of being one of the finest singing organisations in. the British Empire." The choir is not due back until the beginning of March of next year.
..----CADOXTON 8T ATION-BREAKERS
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CADOXTON 8T ATION-BREAKERS Cadoxton Station was broken into in the early hours of of Sunday morning, entrance having l>ecn obtained by r.he window. When the station officials arrived in the morning they found evidence of an unconventional visit, for the drawers had b^enrans icked and some loose silver and cooper in them taken. An attempt had been made to force the :ife, but although the look, was damaged the station-breakers were frustrated in fhejr efforts in this direc- tion.
The Strayed Bishcp.I .
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The Strayed Bishcp. BY W. E. NORRIS. Author of My Friend Jim," "Barnamof Beltana," A Dancer in Yellow," Mis- adventure," Cut by the County," &c. It was one of those absolutely perfect morn- ings of early summer when the landscape of an .English southern county exhibits itself under its most charming aspect, and perhaps few Englishmen, born and bred, can realise to the full how charming that is. There was a slumbrous hum of insects in the scented air, the thorns, pink and white, and stretches of golden gorse converted the widespread countryside into a blaze of colour, distant outlines of hills and woods were softened by a I pale blue haze, and over the entire scene there brooded a profound hush snd peace which, even at a point whence no human habitations were visible, suggested in some indefinable fashion that it was Sunday. Upon the white high road which traversed those tranquil uplands there presently appeared a black figure, tall, portly, swinging a hat in one hand and mopping a heated brow with the silk handkerchief which the other held. This was the Right Reverend the Bishop of Winch- ford, in a frame of mind quite out of harmony with his environment. HIs lordship, who was new to his diocese, was expected to preach that morning at Farringworth church, he had not the slightest idea of where he was or where Farringworth was either, and obviously there was not a living being within miles to give him the desired information. The only cer- tain thing was that, under the most favourable circumstances, he could not hope to reach his destination by 11 o'clock. He paused for a moment to take breath and groan. Comes of trusting to other people s motors," he muttered forlornly. It must be admitted that that is not an altogether safe thing to do yet the bishop might have pleaded in extenuation that he had had little choice in the matter. The county magnate with whom he was staying had assured him that there was not the least hurry, and overruled his wish to start immedi- ately after breakfast, and had declared that he could be whisked over to Farringworth in no time." The result had been that he had been whisked about half the distance at a terrific rate of speed, and that the wretched machine had then come to an inexorable standstill. The Bishop simply dared not look at his watch to see how long it was since he had left the chauffeur grovelling beneath the car and had sent Mr Crowe, his chaplain, back to the nearest village, upon the off chance of getting into telephonic communication with Fan ing- worth. He himself, he supposed, might ultimately arrive at that place on foot; but nothing seemed more evident than that some- body else would have to preach the sermon. So it was greatly to his credit that he uttered no ejaculation more unbecoming to his sacred office than the above. An ejaculation of joy and nascent hope escaped him when his ear caught the sound of slowly trotting hoofs and the rumble of approaching wheels. Could it be that the Vicar of Farringworth had been apprised of his pre- dicament and had despatched a trap to rercue him ? In any case, some sort of human being was drawing near, a.a he hastened forward to meet the advancing vehicle. This, when the surmounted crest of a hill brought it into view, proved to be an ancient fly, drawn by a horse of corresponding antiquity, and conducted by a driver even more heavily stricken in years. The latter, responding to vehement signals, pulled up and, surveying the Bishop with lack- lustre eyes, asked drowsily. Be yew the gsnt ?" Yes, yes answered his lordship, as he scrambled into the mouldy conveyance. They sent yîU in search of me, I suppose ? That's right! Now, my good man, drive on as fast as you can we haven't a minute to spare." The aged flyman, who had descended with mufh deliberation, and was tying a knot in his wT-if -'ash, showed no disposition to hurry him- self. It cannot be said that he turned a deaf ear to his fare's exhortations, for it soon appeared that, in addition to other engaging qualities, he was stone deaf with both ears; but he remained unmoved, and did not clam- ber up to thd box again until he was quite ready. The old horse broke ino ta himbeirmg amble, while the bishop sank back upon the moth- eaten cushions, and, like Panurge, murmured Patience." It was not very easy to be patient, but it was manifestly vain to be anything else—vain to demand of a deaf dotard how many miles it was to Farringworth. vain to hope that morn- ing service hacl not already begun. There was, however, surely a chance of getting to the church in time to deliver the promise* appeal in aid of the County Hospital, and the Bishop, who was an extempore speaker, began to re- capitulate the heads of his discourse, his own head having t'een thrown somewhat out of working order by the anxiety to which he had been subjected. "On a morning like this," .he murmured, when it is, to ustt,the common phrase,' a joy to be alive,' our thoughts cannot but turn to those who, less fortunate than we, etc., etc. To you more especially in this parish of Farringworth, so abundantly blessed, etc., etc. the question must come home, etc., etc. With you, then, do I confi- dently plead and say-N ow really, you know, my man. this is too bad What on earth are you stopping for ?" The bishop—angry, but sinning not—had thrust half of his partly person through the open window, and was shouting at the driver, who was himself shouting angrily to some in- visible person on the other side of the fly- Tell 'ee I couldn't ha' druv no faster, not if you was the Queen on her throne ? Tis fair croolty to animals, that's what 'tis I can't help it!" screamed a high female voice you've got to make that old animal of your gallop, cruelty or no cruelty. We must absolutely catch the 12-15 at Redstone. You shall have double pay if you do it—double pay Can you hear that ?" Apparently he could, for instead of answer- ing, he dealt the horse an abrupt, resounding blow with the stock of his whip. The Bishop, thrown off his balance, fell backwards, and be- fore he realised what was happening, a golden- haired young lady who had flung herself, or been flung, into his arms was whispering reproachfully: Oh, darling, how late you are! The embrace was a brief experience. An in- stant later the girl had bounced back, with a cry of dismay, into the opposite corner of the flv and was glaring at her companion in out- raged wrath. You—old—pig she gasped. "I do not wish to be rude," returned the Bishop, smoothing his hat, which she had knocked off, but must be permitted to say-" He was not permitted to say anything. The girl, who was certainly very pretty—if that mattered—but who evidently did not mind being pude, interrupted him unceremoniously with are you ? Wheie's Arthur ? What are you doing in our tly ?" I am the Bishop of Winchford," replied the person addressed, with a good deal of dignity. I regret that I am unable to tell you where Arthur is. I was under the impres- sion that this fly had been sent to meet me but-— Stop, stop," shrieked the girl, putting her head out of the window, but the driver took no heed of her, and the old horse was clattering down hill at a pace of which nobody would have believed him capable. Out of breath at last, she was fain to desist and supplicate her neighbour. Oh, do please.make him atop." I am notA sure that I want him to stop," returned the bishop calmly. What I want is to get to Farringworth Church." Then he won't take you there. He's taking you to Redstone Junction, and at this rate we shall catch the train; but what will be the use? I "really believe the best thing for me to do will be to throw myself undei it; for I shall never dare to go back home." The otorm of tears that followed touched the bishop's heart, and expelled the insistent de- mands of Farringworth from his mind." Come, come, my dear," said he kindly, you mustn't talk of such wickedness as suicide. Perhaps matters are Aot so bad as you think. Tell me all about it; I have daughters of my own." The reason assigned for inviting confidence may have tickled the girl's sense of humour for she stopped crying, and broke into a quavering laugh. It's so ridiculous—you and I tearing along the road like this behind a deaf man who won't be stopped. Tragic, though, when one thinks of poor dear Arthur and father and all. But if you're the Bishop of Winchford I believe you're rather a good sort. Father said you were, and he doesn't care much about the clergy, as a rule. You met him at Lord Barkingstoke's last week, didn't you t Sir James Stryffe, his name is." To be sure Admiral Sir James Stryffe-a most friendly and genial person." Ah, you don't live with him Well, I'm sorry I called you a pig, but you ehouldn't have kissed me." My dear young lady," protested the scandalised bishop, I did nothing of the sort! How ran you say surh things ? Well, then, I kissed you—which was almost worse, perhaps." She had..J1.n unflattering shudder at the re- collection then resumed I suppose, as you say, I may as well tell you n.11 about it. I throw myself upon your mercy, if that's any good. But I don't imagine that it lis." I think it may be," the bishop said. soothi ngly. At any rate, I may be able to give you some sound advice, whi< h is what I suspect that you n?od. I gather that you are trying to run away from your honrc wit h some youn? man whose baptismal name is Arthur. Is that it?" That was it. Mi.n Stryffe succinctly stated That was it. MiJJ Stryffe succinctly stated her case, and really it seemed to be of a nature to evoke legitimate sympathy. There was nothing at all against Arthur DutTant, except nothing at all against Arthur Durrant, except that be was an artist by profession and that Sir James, in his prejudiced, unreasonable way. chose to set down all artists as effeminate monkeys. He had refused to hear of giving his daughter to this one, and, as the young people preferred death to separation, what remained for it but an elopement ? A strictly proper ons, mind," the young lady added nothing in the whole scheme to call a blush to the cheek of the most bashful bishop. Arthur was to have taken me to his mother's house this afternoon, the idea being that when once I was there and under Mrs Durrant's protection, it would be no easy matter to dislodge me. Sunday looked like the most promising day for father generally feels a little unwell on Sunday mornings. I was to start off for church, as usual, and Arthur, who has been staying with Lord Barkingstoke-by the way, you must have met him there." The Bishop nodded assent. I did, and I am bound to say that I formed a favourable opinion of the young man. I remember now that he left the house soon after breakfast, and I think I heard him making some sort of apology for not attending Divine seprice." Well, you see how you have ruined every- thing by commandeering this fly, which was to have picked him up. You ought at least to try and help me somehow. It would be too humiliating to sljnk back home, after leaving a note on my father s writing-table to tell him where I had gone." I shouldn't have done that," observed the bishop meditatively. What wouldn't you have done t" I shouldn't, of course, have eloped, which is an uDdufciful and unjustifiable procedure. Still supposing I had made up my mind to adopt it I scarcely think that I should have invited pursuit by announcing what my move- ments were to he." But if I had hadn't he would have dragged the pond and sent for the police and alarmed the whole neighbourhood. Besides, there's no train after the 12.15." One thing," observed the bishop, appears evident. Mr Durrant cannot be at Redstone Junction by a quarter past 12. And, that be- ing so He stopped short, arrested by the clatter of a galloping horse and the roar of a stentorian voice, which shouted, Hold hard, you in- fernal rascal ——— hold hard, I tell you Upon which followed objurgations quite unfit for episcopal ears. Good gracious exclaimed the girl, cover- it g her face with her hands, here he comes The flyman would have been deaf indeed if he had failed to hear that bloodcurdling apostrophe. He drew rein, trembling and affrighted, while Admiral Sir James Stryffe, mounted on a chestnut horse almost as hot as he was himself, dashed up cracking the long lash of a hunting crop. The Admiral was a white-haired little man, with a vivid com- plexion a.nd an expression of countenance menacing to evil doers. Now then, you two he bawled, out you get." Out they got, and a sorely perplexed and dis concerted man was Sir James when he recog- nised his diocesan. God bless my soul !'J he stammered, what the—what on earth does this mean ?" The bishop drew himself up to his full height and assumed an air of stern sorrow. Nothing," he observed, "is more distres- sing than the spectacle of a fellow creature de- prived of all power of self-control. Perhaps, Sir James, you would likeflo take a few minutes to recover your composure." "Much obliged, my lord," returned the Admiral curtly, but I can control myself when I want to. Other people, too, if it comes to that. My daughter here has seen fit to desert I am aware of it," interrupted the bishop, blandly I am aware of it, my dear sir. Your daughter has placed me in possession of all the circumstances, and when you overtook as I was upon the point Of conducting her back to her home Oh exclaimed Miss Stryffe reproachfully. Be silent, Ella roared her father, and Ella relapsed into dejected silence. I was about," the bishop resumed, to take her back to you, because I could not see what else there was to be done but I must confess, Sir James, that you appear to me to have treated her with extraordinary and in- comprehensible harshness. In Mr Durrant you you would have had a son-in-law who is not only—so I given to understand—a young man of unblemished character, but who is certainly a very rising artist, and who has every prospect of becoming famous. Yet you reject him with contumely." I take it, my lord," returned the Admiral, sulkily, that that's rather more my business than yours. And, pray, what have you done with the fellow ?" The bishop spread his hands wide." My dear Sir James, I have done nothing with him I have not been given the chance of doing any- thing with him. It is you, I fear, who have- shall I say done for him ? If his courage failed him at the last moment, if he shrank from | keeping his tryst with this very charming young lady-" Here Miss Ella once more interposed with a protesting cry and was once more peremptorily commanded to hold her peace. Perhaps she might have been less ready to obey had she not descried above her father's head a quiver of the episcopal eyelid which looked very much like a wink. I If," that astute prelate continued, your extreme violence has brought about a result which, for my own part, I cannot but regard as deplorable, you, of course, will hardly com- plain of that. Not complain," shouted the admiral. Not complain of a miserable sneak who persuades my daughter to run away with him, and then runs awloY all by himself because he's in a blue funk Only let me get hold of him, and he'll precious soon find out whether I complain of his conduct or not Do you realise that this disgraceful escapade can't be kept dark ? The servants know of it—that gibbering idiot of a coachman knnws-you know Why, God bless my soul we shall be he laughing stock of the whole country." Too true sighed the bishop, shaking his head. On your daughter's account, I deeply regret what has happened, but I must own that I feel little compassion for you, Sir James. You have scared the poor young man into playing your daughter false you su'ely can't wish now to scare him into marrying her Can't I, though retorted the irate ad- miral, who had dismounted, and was skipping about the dusty road. Let me tell you, then, that that's just what he'll have to de. or I'll know the reason why He has compromised my daughter, and he'll accept the conse- quences. That you may depend upon!" Everybody must accept the consequences of his actions, and one not unlikely consequence of brandishing a hunting-whip while you are holding a fidgety horse by the bridle is that you may find yourself jerked off your feet. This w4s what happened to Sir James, and while he was engaged in an animated contest with his steed, the bishop and Miss Ella exchanged meaning glances. The young lady's face was suffused with smiles. Bless you she whispered you're an old dear!" It was doubtless as well that her father was too much occupied to notice her altered mien before a motor-car came flying round the cor- ner, with a warning hoot, and was brought to an abrupt stop beside the group. Out of it leaped Mr Crowe, and out of it leaped also Mr Durrant, whom the bishop promptly gripped by the arm, waving away the chaplain s breath- less explanations. > Yes, yes, I quite understand. You managed to mend the thing, and you pickcd up Mr Durrant, and there will still be just time for us to reach Farringworth, you say ? They will hardly be through the Litany yet ? I see—I see. One moment!" He drew the young man a few paces aside, and, Mr Durrant," said he. I have but two or three minutes to spare, so I am compelled to be brief and unceremonious with you. Kindly answer me in one word. Do you or do you not consent to marry Miss Stryffe 1" Consent I" echoed the bewildered youth. Good Lord did you suppose I wanted to refuse ?" That's sufficient," the bishop declared that's quite sufficient, thank you." Still holding the other by the a:*m, he ap- proached the Admiral and said, Sir James, I am glad to be able to ten you that M? Durrant is willing to comply with your wishes. I be- lieve that I may even venture to add that he is anxious to do so and that we wronged him when we suspected him of intentional neglect to keep his appointment." I stupidly missed my way,"the young man was beginning, when the bishop cut him short. Alt, yes, that was stupid of you, but we all do stupid things occasionally. I myself mistook my way after the motor broke down and then I mistook your fly for mine, which was more stupid still. However, I am not sure that we need any of us regret a chapter of accidents which terminates so happijy." Stop a bit!" growled the Admiral, stop a bit! Yourush me so that I don't know whether I'm standing on my head or on my heels 1 I never said-" Oh, yes, indeed you did, if you remember," the bishop broke in. You pointed out very justly and intelligently that there was only one possible issue to the situation. I rejoice to think that it has been reached and that I have been permitted to take some humble share in pro- I moting it. As for rushing you, Sir Jamcs, that I can't help. I am due to as -end the Farring- worth pulpit in about tan minutes' time, and my chapfa'n. as you see, is already dn-min r I' patience. Now go home to lun^h all three of you and try to remember that it is Sunday morning." I He stepped into the motor, but rhelkNl the chauffeur, who was ii^ the act of starting it. One last word he called out over bis shoul- I der. I should esteem it a privilege to be allowed to officiate on a certain joyful occasion which I trust is rv>t far distant." Away ha went in a miniatir-e dust storm, and All Sir Jaffies said was Woll, ifthtts the sort of style in which he proposes to run bit diocese, I'm sorry for the poor parsons I" But Sir James was not, upon reflection, very sorry for himself. He observed, with much caB dour, that he was hanged if he should sonally care about marrying an artist, but tbjt there was no accounting for taste, and that W would not have thwarted Ella's if he had bjflB approached in a proper spirit. Running was devilish bad taste, besides being totaJw uncalled for.. He added, frowning ferocious!? at the young people Now tumble into that oldshandrydani ød tell the fellow to drive you home, if youcaø make him hear. You may thank your lucKJ stars and me that you have been preser^w from making everlasting fools of yourselves. N o doubt in returning thanks where tude was due, they did not forget the Bisb°P of Winchford, who reached Farringworth jo?? in time to relieve the anguished Vicar of th** parish and who preached a most admirable and stirring sermon. In the course of it he took occasion to remark that true charity does no$ consist in almsgiving alone, but in discerniBS and seizing those opportunities of lending to others which are for ever presenting thetØ- selves, if we will but keep our eyes open to them. I may mention in passing, as an illustrate" of this, that a mishap which very nearly pre- vented me from being present amongst you to. day enabled me, under Providence, to be of service to several deserving persons. One of them, a poor old man, afflicted with the in* firmity of deafness, I shall not fail to recoiO" mend, as an out-patient to the authoriti0* of our excellent County Hospital. For I baVf reason to hope that his malady, being intef. mittent, is not incurable, and I like to thin* that you, as. cheerful givers, will have coiv tributed to strengthen my hands when I appeal," etc., etc. (The End.) Next week :— FATE, LORD LEYLAND, AND A BABY. By Dora Chapman.
WIVES IN TWO HEMISPHERES,j
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WIVES IN TWO HEMISPHERES, j In tfce Scottish Divorce Coart on Saturday# Lord Guthrie heard proof in an action fot divorce, brought by Maude Spiers Keir, ot Wigton, of York-drive, Hyndland, Glasgo^j against her husband, Benjamin DisraeW Wigton, ship's officer, whose present addref was unknown to her. M Wigton said her marriage took place the Glasgow Sheriff's Court in June, 1899* that time her husband was second officer the Anchor Line steamer Britannia, -whil;JoO sailed between Glasgow and Bombay. Aft" the marriage they did not start housekeeping* She went to live with her mother at Saltcoa*^? and there her husband occasionally her. Then he behaved very badly, became ad- dicted to drugs, and in 1901 altogether. She discovered he had marri*" again in Wellington, New Zealand. A divorce was granted.
AN OLD TRICK.
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AN OLD TRICK. A decrepit old woman of 76, named Kennedy, known as the Ring Dropper," vraI again before Mr Horace Smith at on Saturday charged with trying to obta"*s money by false pretences. For years past the old woman has periodical appearances at this court. ahra" charged with the same offence. She offers fjj* sale a sham gold and jewel ring as a valuab, street find. Detective-Sergeant Watts, lØ giving her history, said she always carried piece of chamois leather to brighten up imitation jewellery, which was offered as a rø1B to servant girls and other young women. In the present instance, as in former she pretended that a lady had dropped a difo- mond ring, for which she offered to take lte- Prisoner, in a whining tone, said the rio^. cost her 4Jd each, and she only wanted a 'eV pence profit. Prisoner was ordered three months' imprtso" ment. _———
COMPLAINED OF STRAIN.
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COMPLAINED OF STRAIN. Mr W. L. Yorath. Cardiff coroner, on Satot" day held an inquest on Richard an able seaman on board the ss. Frederic Knight, who died suddenly on Thursday at his lodgings, Chester-place. Mrs Windsor, with whom he lodged, said that o Tuesday deceased felt bilious and kept his b He remarked that he had had a strain the last voyage and was laid up for a board. On Thursday night witness heard fall, and found the man lying on the floor. died before a doctor could arrive. Mr H. H. Handcock, solicitor for the SWF ping Federation, deposed that no entry °*, strain was on the log book of the vessel, was there a record of the man having been Dr. Cantillon was of opinion that death 'fV-' due to heart failure due to acute peritonitis- The jury returned a verdict according'¡' adding that the illness was probably due to strain.
LLANPUMPSAINT FESTIVAL
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LLANPUMPSAINT FESTIVAL Pencader Organist Presented. The annual singing festival of the Calvini'Jj? Methodists of Llanpumpsamt district place at Bethel C.M. Chapel, } The choirs were under the leadership Mr Dd. Evans, Llanpumpsaint. Mr Edwar<g» New Inn; Revs. E. Davies and B. Griffiths presided at the. different meeting The singing throughout was of a very order, and the chapel was overcrowded each service. it In the afternoon, Mr E. J. Evans, School House, Pencader, was presented by members of Bethel Church with a gold douP, chain and pendant on his leaving for wyth. Mr Evans has been the organist' Bethel sooce the church was started, was also one of its first members. The tation was made by the Rev. E. Davies behalf of the church.
AT POINT OF THE REVOLVE*
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AT POINT OF THE REVOLVE* An exciting bedroom scene was described the Highgate Police Court on Saturday, George C&llins (23) was remanded, charged breaking and entering a house in Park J*' road, Finchley..j.# Early in the morning Mr Horace Braine, V* occupier of the house, was aroused by his who said there was a stranger in the bedro0»g Mr Braine jnmped out of bed as the accus^ was vanishing out of the door, and seizing revolver, called out to the prisoner, Stop> j I shall fire." The accused then halted .n allowed himself to be detained, Asked what he was doing in the house replied, Oh, just having a look that's all." y
BANK CLERK STABBED.
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BANK CLERK STABBED. Sofia, Sunday.—Yesterday evening persons entered a Jewish bank here tendered some notes, which they expressed desire to cash. Entertaining some doubt the genuineness of the notes, the bank c'e refused to accept them, whereupon the drew knives and stabbed the official. AnalM1^ was raised, and the men made off, with crowd in pursuit. During the chase £ the streets one of the fugitives drew a re^oj*^ and wounded a gendarme. The man T, arrested, but his companions escaped. ™ believed that the men are Reuter.
MR MILNER JONES.
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MR MILNER JONES. At a private meeting of the Carmarthensjjjj^ justices held at Carmarthen on Saturday noon nearly 50 magistrates unanimously agrf^j to recommend the Carmarthenshire Court,, Quarter Sessions next Friday bo appoint Milner Jones to be vice-chairtman in succeS* to the late Mr Ernest Trubsnaw, of Aelybry £ Llanelly. Mr Milner Jones ife Recorder of ^*1. marthen and has frequently acted as dep* stipendiary of Cardiff.
DAFYDD WILLIAM MEMORIAL-
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DAFYDD WILLIAM MEMORIAL- POSTPONEMENTOFTHE UNVEIUN8. The Chancellor of the Exchequer cottte^ plated visiting Croesyparc, Peterston. Friday (viz., the day following the originally fixed for the Mountain Ash strationf to unveil the memorial to the^aUvDy of Yn y dyfroedd mawr a'r tonnau." ceremony is postponed in order to econ°o* e the Chancellor's valuable time, and will place concurrently with the deferred Li" demonstration.
\\ JUDGE AND HANDWRITING-
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JUDGE AND HANDWRITING- Mr Justice Scrutton, sitting at the Cen Criminal Court on Saturday, complained. the illegibility of the depositions in }p The Judge remarked that depositions taken We the City of London should be a model to rest of the country, but those in the Pr*xje case had been written so hurriedly as Vggjf almost illegible ato a judge who prided oh reading illegible writing. He hop«* Mansion House officials would take note the judges expected to have legible deposit put before them.
WARNING TO OFFICERS.
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WARNING TO OFFICERS. The following Army order was AJdershot on Saturday Mihtaty visiting foreign countries are warned that cannot enter military establishments Of4.w)ot special movements of the troops official sanction obtained from Embassy, such application only ^to be under very special circumstances."
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.,je Oue of the lads liberated from Prison as the result of Mr Winston Chur. at; visit to that establishment was an applj1c Old-street. Police Court on Saturday. H,s <jf is Alb<?rt Crwle'ngton, and he is 16 a??. lie applied to the magistrate for ance. Whon liberated he wis given six P. p0 tickets for fro l. He had no home an parents. Some halp was given him, and c told to call again.