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HOW A WllESlLliR BECAME STRONG. Milo of Croti was one of the most famous wrestlers of the ancient world, and six times carried off the prize wreat- liug both at the Olympic and the isthmian games. A curious story is related ef the manner in which he encouraged the growth of the muscles most necessary for ? wrestler. Taking a young calf he began by carrying it a certain distance every day, and as the animal by almost imperceptible degrees grew heavier with its advancing age the bur- den became by slow and easy stages more and more grievous, but the athlete was neverthe- less able to continue the task until the calf had grown into a heif- r and the beifel" into a full-sized cow. A complete and no doubt trust- worthy picture of the contest as practised in early Greece is presented in the matchless words of Ilonier, who devotes thirty-nine of his rolling hesameteis to the match between Ajaz and Ulysses. The two kings who con- descended to enter the lisfi one another rather after the manner of our North Country performers. The hsnds of each were stretched behind the back of the other; tti feet were far apart, and the bodies arched forward. Although belts were and, indeed, were put on specially for the encounter, it does not tppear that any hold was taken of them. Nor is it quite clear whether the two hands of sach man clasped one another or caught at the skiii of the other man, though the last seems the more likely view, as the poet so pointedly describes the discoloured wheals which rose on the flesh, of the wrestlers. But in later times, when the wearing of even a simple belt was prohibited by Jaw in Sparta and abandoned in all parts of Greece,the best hold would probably be that of the clasped hands; for the body of each man was abundantly covered with oil, and any attempt of catching hold of it would probably have ended in failure and defeat. In the middle ages wrestling was

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BARCELONA TRAGEDY [ MURDER BY A CARDIFFIAN. The Victim a Prominent Merchant Local Connections of the Assailant. A DISTRESSING AFFAIR. Profound Sensation at Cardiff. A sensation has been caused in Cardiff by the arrest, in Barcelona, of Mr. Samuel E. Willie. the representative in that town of Messrs. Watts, Ward, and Co., colliery pro- prietors, of Cardiff and Newport, on a charge of shooting Senores Jose and Juan Bofill, a well-known firm of coal merchants in the Spanish seaport.

Prisoner before the Magistrate. Interview with His Sister. A latr telegram from Barcelona says: — Ques tioned in a further interview by the exa-mining magistrate, Willie stated that he regretted what he had done, the more so a he had previously main- tained cordial relations with his victim. He appears very despondent, and exclaims repeatedly, "lam a lost m in my name will be (X crated for ever." Asked again what motive lie had for cominitting the deed, lie replied, as at first, that he had acted through revengp, but at the time ha was not, in possession of his senses. His sister has been admitted this evening to see him in prison. The interview was very affecting. The first question he put to his sister was, "Do you curse me for what I have done?" Hid sit er replidd, Nu I contiriug to love you, my poor brother." The Cardiff company whose representative he was have notified to their customers the tirrival of M •. Willie's successor at the Barcelona branch.

The Career of Mr. S. E. Willie, From what c.m be gathered in Cirdiff of the career of Mr. S. K Willie, it appears that he was born at Yeovil, in Somersetshire, and is a widower, with one child, who is at present taken care of by his relatives at his native town. His late wife was a Spanish lady, and previous to his engage- ment by Messrs. Watts, Ward, and Co., lie spent some years as a schoolmaster in Barcelona. He was an excellent linguist, speaking about half a dozen languages, and he had no difficulty, therefore, in obtaining a situa- tion in the office of Messrs. Watts, Ward, and Co. as a corresponding clerk some years ago. His services were greatly appreciated by his employer?, who found him thoroughly upright, in all his transactions. About eighteen months ngo' he was selected to represent the firm in Barcelona, his previous knowledge of the town being, of course, a recommendation. He was evidently not satisfied with the business he was doing, and felt sorely the methods adopted to prevent, his success. He had a religious turn of mind, and was a prominent member of the Ply- mouth Brethren at Cardrff. He is said to have a highly nervous temperament, and it is believed by some of his friends that this accounted for the rash act of winch he is alleged to be guilty. Indeed, he has within the last week or so given indications of derangement ot tha mind, some of his telegrams and letters to his firm showing con- siderable incoherence. So much had this been the Cilse that Messrs. Watts, Ward, and Co. had decided this week to send their manager, Mr. John Arthur Jones, to Barcelona, to inquire into matters generally and report as to how they stood. Mr. JOIKS had made an necessary arrangements for proceeding to Spain before the tele- gram was received announcing the sad intelligence of the n)l>ged murder. Since the duath of his wife Mr. Willie has had his sister living with him, and she is uaturallv pros- trated by the dreadful occurrence. A brother of the accused, Mr. George Willie. is in the employ of Messrs. Cory Bros. and Co., of Cardiff, aiid we be- ieve there is anothrr brother residing at Newport. Oil receipt of the intelligence of the tragedy Messrs. Watts, Ward, and Co. sent their manager Mr. J. A. Jones, to Barcelona, and he was accom- panied on his journey by Mr. George Willie. On arriving in London Mr. Willie obtained an interview with Sir E. J. Reed, M.P., who com- municated with the Foreign Office,, in tlio hope that the accused would be afforded such protec- tion as the circumstances of the case would permit. The English consul at Barcelona has iiia,le himself acquainted with the details, and when the prisoner comes before the local tribunal will see that all that can be done for him shall be done. All who knew Mr. Samuel E. Willie inti- mately speak in the highest terms of his commer- cial and social qualities, and the greatest sympathy is expressed with the members of his family. He was it appears, a capital revolver shot, devoting a good deal of his leisure hours to become efficient in the use of that weapon. His friends, however, had not the slightest notion that he would commit such a crune as that with which he is charged. The general impression is that he must have gone mad-possIbly over business troubles and the annoyances to which lie was constantly being sub- jected.

The Victims. The firm of Bofill Brothers cnrried on a large business in Cardiff as coal iniporterl-, their busi- ness extending to 100,000 tons a year of Cardiff coal only, and the principal firms with whom they had relations .were the Powell Duffrvn Company, Tylor and Lewis, and Powley, Thomas, and Co. M. Jose Bofill occasionally visited Cardiff, and was here only about two months since doing business for his firm, which bears a good reputation com- mercially and occupies a position of standing at Barcelona, where M, Jose Bofill did the outside work, his brother Juan attending to the office work.It is said that recently there was some uti. pleasantness over business matters between Willie and the B jfills, and that the latter finally bought Willie's furniture and plant and closed up his officeand agency-a circumstanee which, it is supposed, preyed upon Willie's mind. M, Jose is a married man.

It is reported that for the Waterloo Cup of 18SH a well-known coursrr has accepted in Dublin a wager of 2,000 to 80 about Character.

I A Baffled Crime. Sadie's Temptation and a Lovers Lost Influence. Sadie Ranstead was my cousin, and an angel, in my eyes, at least. I was an orphan without kith or kin in the world save Sadie and her mother. I was a child in short frocks and pinafores, and Sadie was a lovely young lady. I was not so young but that 1 knew she was an angel to at least one pair of eyes beside mine. 1 believe Colin Balfour could have kissed the ground she walked on. I did not like Colin Balfour myself. He was too big and black-browed to suit my childish fancy. He was very humble until she had promised to marry him, and then he began right away 9 to be so unreasonable that he made her life just as miserable as could be. Well, one day Colin Balfour went off in one of his rages and enlisted. I Six months, a year passed, and no word from Colin Balfour. Other fellows came home on leave to see sweethearts and mothers, but Colin neither came nor wrote, though we heard of him through others often, and at last that he had married a pretty Southern girl. Sadie gave one moan when she heard it, then she took hold of me and shook me in a sort of passion of pain and outraged love. "He is a wicked man, Greta. He has no more heart than a stone. We will forget him." The next day she had promised Granther Mayhew, who came often to the house-little dreamed I what for-that she would be his wife. Child as I was, and little comprehend- ing the holy mistery of wifehood, I was afraid of Sadie when I knew what she bad-promised and would not let her kiss me. However, the kind old man was a great favourite of mine at bottom, a genial, gentle, good man, who thought he was doing right and best in marrying a girl young enough to be his grandchild. Mamma lianstead (as I always called my aunt) was in great trouble, and was too proud to receive that aid from Grabber Mayhew which she would not refise from her daugh- ter's husband. I suspect that Mamma Iian- stead was more than a little politic. lie and Sadie were married very shortly, and a new house was built quite away from the old one, and on a site of Sadie's choos- ing. Graivther Mayhew was very kind and very patient I think he never said an im- patient word, though Sadie must have tried him sorely with her whims sometimes. One day, when Sadie had been married about a year. Mamma ilanstead fell suddenly ill, and while Sadie and I stood aghast with fear of what might happen, the worst hap- pened that ever could- Nl aiiiina Hanstead was dead. Six months after came the news that Colin Balfour bad been killed. Sadie had not seen him for near three years now, and she knew him treacherous and unworthy, but she shrank under the shock of heaving that he was dead, as though she had been plighted wife and he the hero of her wildest imaginings. Fortu- nately or unfortunately Gran'ther Mayhew was away from home on some important busi- ness matter just at this time. One day, the day but one after the news had come of Colin Balfour's death, there was a knock at the door of the cosy little parlour looking upon the garden, which Sadie called her garden-room. I opened the door cautiously, thinking it must be a servant, and lo there was Colin Balfour in the flesh, He shot by me like a flash and caught the drooping figure upon the sofa in his arms. My poor darling," he cried, kissing her amazed face between the words; "that it should ever have come to this. Sadie looked frightened, but she clung to him, and presently she fainted away in his arms. He did not lay her down even then. He held her until she was better, and then would not have let her go but that she insisted till, with one of the old scowls but half suppressed, he yielded. Neither of them minded me; I doubt if they had any consciousness of any presence but each other's. So, shrinking behind the curtains, and wondering if that was Colin Balfour's ghost or Satan come to carry off Sadie, 1 heard all that shameful tangle of lies. I Child that I was, I knew Colin Balfour lied when he told Sadie that Gran'ther Mayhew had fabricated all those dreadful rumours she had heard concerning him that he might marry her himself. He avowed, the handsome, treacherous villain, that he had never looked tenderly upon a womam's face since he left her, that he had been a prisoner all this time in the bands of a pitiless foe. It was marvellously hard to make all the circumstances tally, but be bad a specious tongue, and Sadie's brain was dazed with love and anger, pain and joy. She believed every word; and getting up from her chair in a burst of womanly resent- ment, declared she would go straight away from the house into which she had been Le- trayed so foully she would never stay to see Gran'ther Mayhew again. She yielded, however, to Colin Balfour's arguments in favour of a contrary course: because the man she loved so, and who she believed had been so wronged, made such a point of it she consented to stay where she was for the present. I was afraid of Sadie in those days, more terribly afraid of her than I had ever been of anything. She seemed to not like to have me near her, either, and would start if I came upon her suddenly. t'iualty, after a delay that seemed like an age to little frightened me,Gran'ther Mayhew came home. Sadie met and greeted him with hysterical gaiety, insomuch that her husband, looking at her burning cheeks and bright eyes, seemed gravely to doubt if she had not parted with her senses during his abseace. That night, try as I would, I could not sleep. I was always a nervous child, and the past week had wrought upon my sensitive organisation disturbance that forbade sleep. It was not unusual for me at such times to get out of my bed, and, slipping past 1 sleeping maid who watched me, go w, ing over the house in my nightdress my were bare, so I made no noise. l Somebody else was abroad Just ..II r entered the long hall that 0rati tber Mayhew's chamber, a door, which kHi from this hall to a terrace, from which .V^ descended to the garden, opened, and .■- crept through it and down the ball ,,]';¡:¡rn' Gran'ther Mayhew's room.. The moon shone down the pasfiflpr -,¡,tt dimly, so that I could not see her fi-.c-' "LIt knew it was Sadie, and in another Hiomen she might have seen me, but another forwi half thrust through the partially open door, drove me back into the shadow. It was Colin Balfour and after hesitatirgf briefly he came slowly down the hL Sadie stood by Gran'ther Mayhew's door stlL; she seemed to me to be holding herself up y the door-post. She turned swiftly as Colio Balfour approached, and, dropping upon her knees, extended her hands, clasped, as if ivar ploring. For answer, he turned shortly on his heel and moved noiselessly towards the terrace door. Sadie drooped an instant and followed Ii; They stood in the full moonlight nor. -ild I could see Colin Balfour's scowling nfovrt and Sadie's uplifted glittering eyes. jhe shook her head, and, clasping her hands across his shoulder, laid her cheek upon them. UoliD Balfour put an arm around her, and bent his face a moment to hers then he led her down the hall again towards Gran'ther Mayhew's door, released her and stood white she slowly advanced. I can give no name fo the sensations that were mine while I watched these two. It wits something worse than terror, yet akin to that —something that made me long to put my arms around Sadie and hold her fast-faster than my baby arms had strength. She opened the door of Gran'ther Mayhew's room and vanished within. Suddenly, swift as thought, I ran back to my own chamber, which opened upon a piazza which ran by Gran'ther May hew's windows. My own windows were open his might be. Stepping out, I ran quickly along Gran'ther's windows were open, and as I dropped lightly over the b'dge into the chamber, the old man lay peacefully sleeping, and Sadie stood before his bed, a small, >v vial in one hand, the water goblet from wh: Gran'ther drank through the night in WI" other. But she was shaking so that she COTIT-j not hold the goblet, and setting it down Df! she stood quaking and awfully white. Heaven knows what guided my i, ",dish steps to her side, or put simple and most natural words in my month, at such a time. "Sister Sadie," I said, throwing my a,-Illo around her, what scares you She stared at me a moment, then citiglit me to her, and, dropping upon the floor, strained me in a frantic embrace. Oh, Greta Greta thank God you bave come Ob, Greta, save me Was she afraid of Colin Balfour ? I fancied so, and, trembling at my own daring, ran and turned the key in the door. Then I went back to Sadie and she opt-ned her arms eagerly, and waked so, just as morning was breaking. Sadie seemed never to have closed her eyes, and her face was still very white, but it was the old sweet, kind face again, sad, but something In it made me whisper, wonderingly "Are you good again, Sadter "I'm not so bad as I might have been but for you, darling," she returned with a strange look, and, leading me out into the hall, where was now no Colin Balfour, she went with me to my bed and lay down beside me till the servants were stirring. 1 slept agaiyW. and was awakened by hurrying steps and alarmed exclamations. Gran'ther Iayhew was dead! A small bottle of laudanum was found on the carpet beside the bed, and it was at first supposed that he had died from an overdose of laudanum. But a medical examination showed that he had come to his sudden death by perfectly natural causes. An acute disealei which had long preyed upon him, without the knowledge of anyone save himself and his physician, bad suddenly set its fangs in his heart while he slept. That night, when they had dressed Gran'- ther Mayhew for his last rest, Sadie took me in to see him. There, with my hand in one of hers, and the other laid upon her dead hus- band's breaat, she vowed a vow never more to look upon the face of Colin Balfour. He tried to see her when all was over, but it was in vain. She sent him by my hand the vial of laudanum, and by my lips the witness to her vow.—Iiuijtdo Neivs.

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TIIE PASTIME OF THE COMMON PEOPLE. It was seldom or never engaged in by kings and their nobles, in Lodge's i.'osalynde''King Torisniund, of France, appoints a day of tournament and wrestling—the former for men of gentle birth and the latter for peasants and yeomen. And when Hosader stripped to engage in the latter sport th(com- pany grieved that so goodly a young man should venture in so base an action. This account gives a very remarkable and no doubt pretty faithful picture of the old manner of wrestling. The champion, who by command of the king stood up to meet all comers, was Norman of great stature aud cor- pulence, and it is clear that the Iread he inspired amongst the ciiallenger was due chiefly to his habit of falling upon the vanquished opponent. He bad, as the non-el" says, killed many by falling upon them, and on the day of the grand display he disposed of his first antagonist in this way. The elder son of the valiant Franklin, who lad brought his children to contend, was crushed to death by the huge weight of the jbampiou. The second, who appears to have been thrown over the big man's shoulder by the device known to Cornish wrestlers as the 41 flying horse," fell on bis head and dislocated his neck. It was then that Hosader, promis- ing to avenge the Franklin, stepped into the lists in spite of all efforts to dissaude. him, The Brat bout resulted in a dog fall, by the violence of which both were so much ex- hausted as to be forced to breathe awhile. la the second the challenger threw the Norman, by what method we are not told, "falling upon his chest with so willing a weight that he yielded nature her due." Perhaps the most notable thing in the whole of the story of "Rosalynde" is the statement that llosader before entering the lists pulltd off his boots, showing that nothing at all in the shape of Devonshire wrestling was per- mitted.

WRESTLING IN LONDON. Formerly the citizens of London were famous wrestlers. Stowe tells us that in the month of August, about the Feast of t, Bartholomew, there were divers days spent in wrestling, the Lord Mayor, aldermen, and sheriffs being present in a large tent pitched for that purpose near Clerkenwell. The officers of the City—namely, the sheriffs, sergeants, and yoemen, the porters of the King's beam or weighing-house, &c.—gave a oballenge to such of the inhabitants of the suburbs as thought themselves expert in this ,exercip,e. In the sixth year of Henry Ill. the Londoners were victorious, having greatly exceeded their antagonists, the inhabitants of Westminster, whereupon the con- quered party gave a challenge to re- new the contest upon the Lammas Day following at Westminster. The citizens of London readily consented and met them accordingly, but in the midst of their diver- sions the bailiff of Westminster and his asso- ciates took occasion to quarrel with the Lon- doners. A battle ensued, and many of the latter were severely wounded in making their retreat to the City. This unjustifiable petu- lance of the bailit-t gave rise to a more serious tumult,and it was several days before the peace could be restored. In Sewell's "History of the Society of Friends" a curious circumstance is recorded connected with this taste of the Londoners for wrestling. Edward Burrongh, a young and enthusiastic preacher in that aociety, which was then newly formed, seeing a ring made for a wrestling match in some part of the city where be was passing, and a man in it awaiting the acceptance of his challenge by some one, suddenly stepped into it to the great amazement both of the cham- pion and the spectators, who," says the historian, "instead of some slight and airy person, seeing a grave and awful young man," were utterly posed and confounded, and the eloquent and zealous minister, taking advan- tage of this surprise, told them he was pre- pared for a contest, but of another sort to what they were looking for and forthwith gave them suoh a sermon in his fiery and vehement style of eloquence, which had gained him the name of Boanerges," or the II Son of Thunder," as wonderfully quieted them down, and sent them away in a eolemn frame of mind.

THE VICTOR'S REWARD. A cook was evidently, in Saxon times a I common prize for the victor; but before the time of Chaucer it had become a regular practice to offer a ram for this sort of compe- tition, as may be seen from the character of the miller in his 11 Canterbury Tales," of whom the poet says:- Of wrestling wera thero none so pere Where any Rame shoulde s'atide- And again in his character of the miller But for over al there he earn At wrestlyr.g he wolde have away the lam. Other rewards, no doubt, were sometimes pro- posed, such as a cock, but it seems that in pros- perous times white bulls, horses with saddle and bridle, gold rings, gloves, and even casks of wine w,,re offered for competition. Hence the reference made by the author of an old pcem entitled A Merry Create of Robyn flood," in which the poet, speaking of a knight who was going to Robin Hood, says:— Unto tiernisdule As lie want by a bridge was a wrestling, And there taryed w «s he, And there was all the best yoemen Of all the west eountree. A full fayre gume there was set up, A white bull up ypyhght, A great, courser with saddle and brydle, With gold burnkwd full bryglit, A payre of gloves, a real golde ringe, A nipa of wyne, good paye, What m»n beietli him best yurs, The prisi ahull brar away. The growth of archery and other warlike pastimes drove wrestling out of vogye, at least in London, and in the fifteenth century Stowe complains that the three days in August formerly concentrated to thecontest at Clerken- well had dwindled down to a single afternoon and the assemblage was less select. The sport became relegated to professional exhibitors at bear gardens and fairs, and was only saved from complete disuse by the efforts of a few, who continued to admire it as a beneficent exercise. Of late years the wrestling spirit hag been revived by the West of England, the Westmoreland, and Cumberland Clubs. Bub the exercise, which at one time way al meat universal, JS now, like many others, fallen into general disuse, and it confined almost entirely to Cornwall and Devon in the West, and the counties of Cheshire, Lancashire, Cumberland, and West- moreland, in the North.

THE DIFFERENT STYLES. It is very 'singular that in th;' two extremi- ties of the country where wrestling maintains its ancient popularity adjoining counties should maintain such opposite practices. In ■some of the Noithern counties kicking is allowed, in others it is not. In IX-von kick- ing sùins is a great part of the game in Cornwall it forms no pirt in it. Lancashire is famous for its cross buttock and Cornwall for its hug. "To give a Cornish hug is a pro- verbial phrase. With regard to Lancashire wrestling, there can he no doubt that it is the most barbarous of the ICnglish systems. A fair stand up fight with the naked fists is the merest skim-milk—in fact, a perfect drawing room entertainment in coiiiparifloii The Cornish system is, perhaps, the most scientific, and Cornish wrestlers are considered to be the best in the kingdom. "The Cornish," says Fuller, "are masters of the art of wrestling, so that if the Olympian games were now in fashion they would come away with the victory. Their hug is a crowning close with their fellow combatant, the fruits whereof is his fair fall or foil at the least." They learn the art," says Carew, "early in life, ior you shall hardly find an assembly of boys in Devon and Cornwall where the most untowardly among them will not as readily give you a muster of this exercise as you are prone to require it."

MUSCULAR CHRISTIANITY. In the last century the winner of the belt in Cumberland and Westmoreland wore it during the day it had been won, and on the Sunday following attended his village church begirt with it. On the succeeding one he visited some neighbouring place of wor- ship in the same manner and claimei precedence amongst other young fellows, I which was also granted. From this practice of attending Church it is easy to find a reason why the parson of that parish took so great an interest in the sport. One incum- bent was wont to boast that he was never thrown in a ring and only once out of it. The Hev. Abraham Brown, of Egremont, who was the first of whom we have any authentic records of excellency as a buttocker," was the admitted champion of the district. The Rev. Osborne Littledale, for many years curate of Buttermere, on one occasion attended the Crab Tree sports at Egremont in company with his clerk, the parson taking the first prize for wrestling and the clerk that for running. The Ettrick Shepherd was in the habit of "grassing his foes on the Braes of Yarrow in top boots," and Professor Wilson, better known as Christopher North, never objected to a bout. Heston, a Cumberland worthy, who had been a famous wrestler in his youth, tells how he once wrestled Kit North and threw him twice out of three falls, but he owned the professor was a verra bad un to lick."

Motive for the Crime, A Reuter's telognm received on Saturday de-cribos the tragic affair as follows" On Friday an Englishman named Simuel E. Willie entered the office of Bofill Brothers, a prominent firm of coal merchants, and. drawing a revolver, fired two shots at Ssnor Jose Bofill, killing him -instant y. The murderer then poinlod his weapon itt Senor Bofill's brother and fired a third fhot, wounding him severely, after which he rushed into the street, threatening everyone lie met. Finally lie turned the revolver upon himself, but the weapon missed tire. The assfissin was then eizBd and handed over to the police. As regards the motive for the crime, it is stated that prisoner had had eel taill disputes with Setior Bofill regard- ing the aceour.is furnished by the firm." From inquiries made in Cardiff it appears that in a commereinl sense, Barcelona is a perfect hotbed of corruption and bribery. It is said that little business can be done ihere in a oil stiaightfoiward manner, and Willie complained seriously about this when he was in Cardiff a fortnight ngo, and flsked to be relieved of tiie po-to He was, however, persuaded to continue his agency, and returned to Barcelona at the end of laqt week, Messrs. Watts, Ward, and Co. stating that they were perfectly satisfied with his efforts, and would give him three yeilrs to work up the agency. D.ilziel'a correspondent at Barcelona, says :—The Englishman Wilii<! who murdered on Fiiday last a riv d coal merchant named Uofil, showed signs of mental aberration soon after his arrest, and for fear lie might commit suicide he was put in a strait-jacket. This incipient mndness a. psir? r.ow to have passed away, and p,t the prisoner's request tfie straif- jacket litis been taken off. Willie has iv.ade a full confession, giving as the motive for tho crime his desire for vengeance on the ground that his rival was rutniug his trade. It, is certain that a very bad feeling existed be- ween Mr- Wtilie and the Senores Bofill, and it is alleged that on one occasion Senor Jose threatened him with a dagger. The coal merchants at Bar- celona are exceedingly jealous of any new agencies being established there, and in many cases adopt anything but creditable means to thwart them. It would be unfair, without further information on the subject, to accuse the victims of Friday's tragedy of unfair dealing, and, indeed some Cardiff skippers, who know the eld> r brother, express themselves confident that lie was in all commercial transactions the very soul of honour.