I (ÁLL IUGHTS 'f2 ^pn&niMWBIIIflllllil 111 m —*——*———*— ——————————————— I Bev. H. ELWYN THOMAS. | (Awarded First Prise at Jfaiional Eisteddfod.) vi 7 7 7 lvvm;mm CHAPTER XXII. (Continued). A fortnight later Hywel found his patience trained to its utmost tension by his father's awyers in Carmarthen town. They demanded his presence at their office for several days to examine and verify and sign certain legal documents in connection with the transfer- ence of his estate. One of these days being the Sabbath, he sought guidance as to the best way of spending it in his Master's ser- vice. He was not at all satisfied that a-ny clear response had been -vouchsafed to his petition until he heard the infamous Book of Sports" read during the morning service at the Parish Church. He was no longer in dpubt as to what course to pursue, nor did he lack in the least degree the courage of Ilia convictions. In the early afternoon he stood in a square where, he had been told during the previous daTs, the Old Vicar had recently delivered one of his most memorable sermons. The knowledge of this fact was an inspiration to him. Armed with a goodly number of written copies of the Gospel of St. John and some of the most homiletio of the Old Vicar's poems, lhe began distributing them among the few idlers in the square, accompanying the gift in each caw with his usual words of earnest admonition. After this had been going on for some time, those who had received books gathered together, with all the others who had witnessed the distribution, but had not partaken of it because of their inability to tread. Some asked questions, some made remarks of an unfriendly character, and eome even went so far as to tell him plainly that the people of Carmarthen might be safely allowed to perform their religious duties as they were taught by their own leaders without the assistance of any pestilent hot- gospellers who ranted in public places to try and show off their superiority to their fellow- men. The sentiments uttered by this section of the assemblage seemed" be gaining ground, when Hywel took off his shovel- ehaped hat and offered an earnest prayer, His reverent attitude, the .ring of deep earnestness in his voice, and, perhaps, more especially the passionate love of his fellow- countrymen which throbbed in every sentence of his petition, first cowed, then surprised, and then almost convinced his critics that this was no Shoni Sanctaidd" going about the country to prate about his own excel- dencies. When he opened his eyes at the close of his prayer his congregation had doubled and its attitude toward himself had undergone a subtle, almost complete change. people now seemed pouring into the square from every direction. Lattice windows were opened, and women of many ages and classes looked down upon the unwonted scene with intense curiosity. Young men who made it their invariable custom on Sabbath after- noons to indulge in the games of wrestling and ball-playing gave up their sports and joined the crowd. In less than an hour after ihe had commenced Hywel found himself face to face with the largest crowd he had yet spoken to. The sight and realisation of the opportunity it afforded filled him with such a deep sense of responsibility that he became, as he invariably did on such occa- sions, arrestingly eloquent. As he told his heare«rs in plain, simple sentences they could all understand of what his countrymen might become if they resolved to further follow the guidance of the Holy Spirit, who had led them to the light and the freedom they then injoyed from the dark night of Popish luperstition in which they had b-c-en grovel- ling for so many centuries, his voice reached Ms. most musical key, and the glow of enthu- nasm upon his face made it a truly mag- netic picture. As he proceeded to desoribe '-he golden age inaugurated by the transla,. tion of the Bible into their language, he had thrown such an oratorical spell over his audience that the farthest person on the fringe of the crowd heird his lowest whisper. It was while he thus held his audience entranced and spellbound by his oratory, his earnest appeals, his glowing description of a future evangelised Wales, that the polemn hush which had fallen upon preacher and hearers was broken by the ominous eound of approaching horsemen. There were about half a dozen of them, led by a dis- itinguished-lookin £ man in military uniform, 'whom Hywel recognised instantly as Colonel Mr Harry Vaughan, M.P., of Derwydd. The colonel made straight for the speaker, ca.ring •little or nothing whether the crowd made wav for him and his horsemen or otherwise. This -so exasperated some of them that he might Shave suffered violence at their bands had not Jiywel appealed to them to listen to what Colonel Vaughan had to say to them. "My business is with thee, vain babbler, and not with these raffish churls who are wit- lings enough to wa-ste their time in listening to thy garrulous drivel." This contemptuous description of the peace- ful and fairly intelligent crowd acted like a -Bpark dropped into a cask of gunpowder. He • had no sooner uttered the words than a great trinewy gia.nt who was surrounded by a dozen or more of his kind moved awkwardly and shufflingly towards the insolent aristocrat with clenched fists and ugly scowls. We be no more' raffish churls' and 'wit- tings than thou art, Master Martinet. And thou hast to eat thy words-fine da-ndiprat as thou art-or taste the vengeance of the men of Myrddin." next minute his hand was on the horse's "bridle. This unexpected opposition made the <rreait colonel furious. "Hands off, knave!" he cried, bending with the words to deal him. a blow which he teemed to thmk would end "this trifling," if mot the gia.nt. But his blow had no more effect on his assailant than if he had thrown a feather at him. "It's my tunr now, sirrah!" said the infu- riated son of Anak, and the next moment the elegant colonel was so violently unhorsed that Hywel feared he had been killed. Lifting his hands and his voice together, the evangelist faced the crowd again, and addressed them by their proudly-chosen title; ".Men of Myrddin "VVe are not responsible for the attack made upon a peaceful gather- ing of townsmen on a Sabbath afternoon, but 1 appeal to you, notwithstanding the harsh words in which we have been described, to Jay no more violent hands on these soldiers of his Majesty, who, for aught we know, may only be trying to do their duty-" Before he had finished he was struck so violently across the mouth by one of Sir Ha.rry's retinue that he fell on his back, stunned and unconscious, in the presence of the crowd. The wild spirits of the assemblage now "became furious. The soldiers drew their .•words and struck blindly at their assailants, ■who seemed to care no more for swords and soldiers than if they were paper-formed toys. The horses reared and plunged, women screamed, children yelled," a.nd Sir Harry, who had now recovered his nerve and reached his saddle, issued harsh commands and blew his trumpet alternately with as much characteristic indignation as he did a few years later when fighting for his King against the Parliament. The appeals of the trumpet at last brought a number of soldiers at full gallop into the square, and the crowd !wa,a dispersed in a very short time, but not before Sir Harry himself had been seriously injured and quite a score of the people had been wounded and trampled upon by the aoldiers' horees, and so terribly mangled and knocked about that many of them were un- recognisable. Wb.?,n,HvyWel1?tlne to ^niself he was sur- rounded by soldiers only. The last member ,of the large crowd had left in eheeo- terror sto escape the consequences of their attack on the soldiers. Before he was quite able to stand on his feet without aid, his mouth still bleeding from the cowardly blow which felled him, and ihifl left side aching from a kick dealt him ty one of the horses while on his back, Sir Harry—his rasping voice harsher than ever 1Ioth with pain a.nd indignation—hurled the following jumble of words at his head: "Master Hywel Roberts, I am here in the service of the Bishop of St. David's, who hath publicly suspended thee for distempering the •people, who hath forbidden thee the diocese on a-ooouirt of thy mischievous Inconformity, whose authority thou hast not only ignored, but insolently defied. My only duty when I came here to-day was to bring tbee again before the High Commission Court, and there charge thee with these insolent offences. I "have now to add to that first- charge the two charges of inciting a moh to riot and of attacking his Majesty's officers in the per- formance of their duty." As soon as the last word in this absolutely unfair and unfounded charge had fallen on our hero's astonished ears, a mocking guffaw drew his attention to one of the horsemen in Sir Harry's suite, whom he instantly recog- nised not only as the coward who had struck Mm with his sword, but as Master Framcis Lloyd. of HaeeyfeJin! IAgfat of certain kind now began to dawn upon tstI mCnA as to the meaning of this un- lacpeafead attack. He knew instinctively that any ajppeadt made to these persons would fall on Oral csux. so he simply aeked, with uncon- m&axn tBgvitp: "■What is yovsr will with me, Sir Harry?"
EIFFEL TOWER LEMONADE. Ihinffeitii undoubtedly tfea »oat Aiickras, COol. zsfeashwff*iz&ik obtainable. 8» jtwrparf&l, •g«BMsaiccVao chcag.—Vttta. I
FUTURE OF AIRSHIPS. OLD. MOORE'S PREDICTIONS FOR 1910. Old Moore has already cast the horoscope of the nation for 1910, and on the whole the prediction is reassuring. So far as can be judged from the edition of the almanack, 1910 will be much the sa.me as 1909, only more 90. As the First Sea Lord would say, "We can sleep in our beds." What greatly exercises the prophet in his forecast for the coming year is the deplorable amount of infantile mortality. It all comes, he says, of bad feeding and the adulteration of food, and we are relieved to learn that a Bill will be introduced to- wards the end of next February with the single object of making things sultry for the culprits The year will not be far advanced before we have another German scare. We are advised, however, to keep our hai on, and DO prepafre for the naessagv-s of encourage- m-ent from the "children of the motherland." In April sedition stalks alroaQ in oar g-reat dependoency of India." He reptre- eentod variously as a fakir with staff and lantern, and a, young lady sitting athwart a palm tree piping to a two-headed serpent in top-hats. Obina. is going to do things ,y, at least we shall hea,r about thci. n t-hat month, and Old Moore very prope: warns Britishers living amongst the d-eyed community" to be "on the alert." It is consoling to read that in June our airships will be showing their paoes, and that the monotony of trial efforts tha.t end in smashed stays and a deflated gas-bag will be broken by some really smart flights." In the year that is immediately ahead we are all going to be very temperate. Soot land will lead the way, and the wave of tmaioohoLic beverages is de-piot.ed at its height in a. scene wherein the poirticaai and the parson are seen in genial converse. A nun is ipakvng Bisley practice at some bottles of beer. and in the background a soldiar and a sailor are pledging each other in caps of ooooa. To those of us who have been taring up manfully against the severities of the present summer," it ie gratifying to note that next year we ehall hc--v-- something like a summer. April will be delightful. May exceptionally warm, and though -fnne will be disagreeable, July will of least be different from the mouth we have just been pleased to bow out. There will be tropsoai heM te Aagrst fieip- 1 wiE. be (JIIfte a <tem. wfcfle auen in Daoeantur he jmceo.
LAUGH & GROW FAT HUMOROUS PARS FROM EVER WHERE. Max: How did you happen to go to old Miserly to borrow money? Climax: I heard he was well to do, so I tried to do him. Mother: Tommy, are you teaching the parrot to swear? Tommy: No mother,; rm just telling it wh-a.t it mustn't say. She: Miss Screecher sings with wonderful r realism, don't you think so? He: Yes; you can almost see the crack in her voice. Miss Woodby: So Mr. Smart really said he considered me very witty—eh? Miss Knox: -Not exactly; be said he had to laugh every time he met you. Sister Maud: Why in the world did you have the prioe on that bracelet you sent Ðthel? Brother Tom: I wished to save her a trip down town. Detective: Now give us a description of your missing cashier. How tall was he? Bank Manager: I don't know how tall he was. What worries me is that he wa.s five hundred pounds short. "Algy. dear," remarked a young wife to her hasband, I wish you would taste this milk and see if it is perfectly sweet. If it's the least bit sour I mustn't give any of it to dear littie Fido!" It's easy enough to make friends," said Spenders, bitterly, but pretty hard to keep them." "Ob. I don't know," replied Lenders. "I've got a number of friends who seem perfectly willing to let me keep them." "Before we were married you used to write me three letters a day." Did I really?" Yes, you did. And now you are annoyed just because I a.sk you to write me a little bit of a oheque." Are you sure this milk is free from germs?" inquired the cautious young house- keeper. :les, lady." replied the milkman, un- guardedly; "we boil every drop of water that goes into it." Two little ragged street urchins were gazing at a notice outside a police-station. "Siee that?" said one. "It's my father who's wanted." "Garn." said the other, yer always brag- gin' "You always speak kindly to your wife?" said the prying friend. Always," answered Mr. Meekton, I never think of giving Henrietta a harsh word." Because you believe in ruling by gentle- ness ?" No. Because self-preservation is the first law of nature." Mrs. Scribbler: Can't I help you with your literary work. my dear? Scribbler: Yes, indeed, you can be of a great service if you will only consent to Jollow my instructions. Mrs. Scribbler: What are they? Scribbler: Go into another room and keep quiet. Employer, turning over leaves of ledger, to clerk: John, you are very careless; see how this writing i^ bloUed. John (nervously): That-that was a fly, sir; it walked across the page, and-- Employer, turning over to another page: But what is tnis blot—surely a fly couldn't do that? John: That is the fly, sir; I killed it! One morning a gentleman called upon Douglas Jerrold to solicit a subscription on behalf of a mutual friend in want of money. Well." said Jerrold, how much does want this time?" "Why, just four and two noughts will, I think, put him straight." Very well," answered Jerrold, put me down for one of the noughts this time." Irate Parent: So you think my daughter loves you, sir; and you wish to marry her? Young Lover: That's what I called to see you about. And, if you don't mind, I thought I'd just ask first: Is there any insanity in your family? Irate Parent: No sir; and there's not going to be any. "Now, Johnny," said his father, "you should try to be a better boy. You are our only child, you know, and we expect you to be good." "Well, it isn't my fault I'm your only child," replied Johnny, and it's asking too much to expect me to be good for a lot of brothers and sisters that I haven't got." Mrs. Benham: Henry, I am more than glad that you don't drink now, but how did you come to leave off? Benham: You remember the last time your mother was here? Mrs. Benham: Yes. Benham: Well, one night while she was here I came home in pretty bad shape and saw three of her. That settled it. I He .(who parts hiis hair in the middle): I will never marry a women who parte her hair on the side. She (who parts her hair on the side): And I can assure you that I will never marry a man who parts his hair in the middle. (Silence.) He: We may as well part for ever, then. You look thoughtful to-night. Smith," remarked Brown, as he stretched himself on the bed. "Yes," sighed Smith; "I have just got a I note from the landlady." "What does she say?" She says that I must pay my back board at once, or her daughter will sue me for breach of promise. I'm thinking what I'd better do."
LOVE IN A POST-OFFICE. Damages to the extent of X65 have been f awarded to Miss Catherime Baker, a waitress Mi the catering department of the Liverpool Post-office, in a breach of promise action in the Liverpool Court of Passage against another post-office employe, Thomas Barnes. Quoting frotm one of the hundred letters which had passed between them dur- ing their nine years' acquaintance, counsel read: I will love you with a love tha.t will never diminish. Excuse this blotoh of ink. I don't want to tear this 111), as the words are eo sincere and from my heart. .Apparently, however, said counsel, whose statement- was borne out by Miae B&ker in her evidence, his love did diminish, for it was believed that he had married another last February, and a month later the plain- tiff received a curt wire that he oonld not meet her. That was the last she heard of him.
WEIRD WAKE INCIDENT. A Ca-rri okon-Shannon correspondent ste>tes that at the wake held recently of a. woman named Goidrich, the wife of a farmer near the Kiltoghert grossing ranch, a veiled figure glided into the room, where it remained seated in the midst of the mourners, who were too terrified to question it. At day- break it glided away as mysteriously as it came. The affair is believed to be a practical joke.
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OUR $ OUR g SHORT ST0BIES| THE LIEUTENANT'S II I3L11DE. ±; Mmwmmmmm i The tread of marching feet rang oat through the Cnban village of Aldea Bianoa C'fte scorching July day, a.:3 a haJf-oompany of Spami^h troops, Gazadores Canarios, or half-trained conscripts from the Canary Islands, clattered down the stony stree.t5 with a prisoner in their midst The latter, Jamee W. Whitney—an Ameri- can journalist who had undertaken a cam- paign with the insurgents in search of ex- perience, and had fallen wounded into the hands of the Spanio,rd.s— gazed about him, half-blinded by the unaccuxoTned glare after leaving his dark cell. By-and-bye another detachment joined the Oazadores, and a iajniliar voice fell upon his ears as a com panion in misfortune—Lieutenant Boeendo Diaz—tapped him on the shoulder wiih a manacJect hand. Our last march, comrade—and a hot one, too—but 't will be all the same in filfty years," he said in Oastilian, with his usual careless 8m i Ie. The American groaned. Thi<? is what comes of meddling with other people's troubles," he said bitterly. Then he glanced at the handsome young Cuban by his side, who strode along chatting with the guard, and, as he did not .-ee why he should show less calmness, he pulled himself together. "Lean on me, for your wound is not yet healed," said I lieutenant Ilosendo, and pre- sently the sergeant in charge of the Caxa- do.rrs bade them loose the fetters. I am a Spanish soldier,' he said, but this work is no soldier's t.a.sk; let the poor fellow help has comrade." Towards afternoon the detachment halted at a little tavern, and Whitney remembered with a pang the merry nigiite he had spent there when the insurgents held that district. Lieutenant Rosenda called for wine, and passed the garraton aoioss to the sergeant, with Spanish courtesy, saying", "Ycu must be thirsty, comrade." The Cazador filled his glass with the red wine, and, Cowing, toiuhed that of the insurgent with it. brim, as he said: "There is no quarrel between you and I. eenores, and my lot is a hard one, too. A thin a- I .did before the rebel guns gained me these stripes, and when I lay wounded a letter oa-me from the good cura at home. Panehita bade him write, for she was very sick, and the vines had failed. Since then I know not if s»lie be alive or dead, and I am heart-sick of Cuba, and long for the sunny hills of Teneriffe again." Bosendo Diaz tsmikd bitcerly. "It is the common lot," he 1;a.id. Then a dark-haired, blaok-eye'd eenorita stepped softly out into the patio (open court), and the colour left her olive fa-ce as she saw the prisoners. The lieutenant rose to his feet, biting his lips; and a soldier said coarsely: "Frightened. nina? It is not every day you see two men on the way to 1w Ehût." Lieutenant. Rosendo strode fiercely forward, but the sergeant smote the speaker with hit- rifle-butt, saying, "Silence, dog!" And the next -moment the insurgent caught the half-fainting girl in his arms a.s she swayed e-ideways with a choking 8crea.m. There was a. sudden commotion in the house, a.nd as he surrendered the now unconscious girl to a terrified woman the lieutenant bent down over the gJossy curls that lay upon his shoulder. "Poor Flores! Nay. senora, it is the last time, and I am as a- dying mall." he said, and he kissed the blanched cheek. Then the sergeant gave an order in a husky voice. There was a grinding of heavy shoes on the stone floor, and the march went on. •• A hard fate, ooai;rad.i\" said Lieutenant Eosendo. Colone.i Villeio and our friends lie but thirty miles away, and yet they do not know. There will be no trial at Bernan- dino, for we were taken with arms in our hands—only a white wall and a firing party Poor rioree! I wonder how long she wHI remember me. Only the daughter of a poor sugar-grower and wine-seller, and I am of the old blood! Yet she wat? fair and true, and now it is too late. I know I love her. WeH. comrade, it will all he finished to-morrow, a-nd there will be no difference in fifty years." Two hours later the guard minched into the white-walled town of Bernandimo. As they nearcd the Plaza, or centra.! «:<juare, a volley of riflery rang out, and a hoarse growl ra.n from man to man, until the narrow streets seemed filled with angry 8Ounods. Then, forcing a way througii the madly- excited crowd, the Cazadores led their pri- soners before the Sipanish commandant. The little stout officer sat on horseback, a cruel smile upon hif face, with troops 01 the line formed up a-bout him in three sides of a hollow square—two i-ides facing out- wards and holdintr the citizens back with their bayonets, whilo the third stood beneath a wreath of blue vapour, their smoking rifles in their hands. Whitney glanced towards the white wall, wbioh closed in the opposite end of the square, and shuddered, for lour limp heaps of clothing lay upon the flags, and a woman eat bareheaded in the fierce sun glare, alternately raising her hand to heaven, calling down bitter curses upon the Spaniards, and moaning over a ghastly face which lay upon her knee. "1I10re prisoners—rebels taken with arms in their hands," said the Commandante, examining the papers. G-ood! The penalty is death To-morrow, adjutant; the order must be counter-sdgned." Mad with rage at what he had seen, Whit- ney shook his fist in the officer's face. "Murderers, fiends!" he hissed, .1 am an American citizen, and before long our war- ships will sweep your coast, and Havana will crumble before our guns." The Commandante shrugged his shoultlers. "You do not speak Castilian well," he said. "Take him away. Another mad rebel!" Then he raised his voice; twc Cazadores dragged the woman aside, and the American shivered as he listened to her despairing screams. The ranks opened, and a Cuban gentleman—clad in spotless white linen, red sash, and costly Panama hat- walked calmly up the centre of the square. "They are all revolutionists at he-art. Now you will see how a Cuban gentleman can die," said Lieutenant Rossendo, as Whitney gaaed with flashing eyes at the ghastly scene. A man approached with a white cloth in his bands, bnt the Cuban waved him back, and stood erect in the sun glare, a smile upon his face and a rose in his hand. Tken there was a hoarse order. The rifle barrels flashed in the sunlight as the butts came home with a rattle, a crashing volley rang out, and the front of the firing pa.rty was rolled in smoke. Whitney turned his head away, and ground his teeth, until he felt a grasp upon his arm, and a.s the Cazadores dragged hrm away the crowd opened up and stood bareheaded as a train of black-robed priests went by bearing the quiet dead. When they flung him into a dark cell, worn out with fatigue and excitement, Whit- ney dropped upon the bare floor and fell asleep. At midnight be half-awoke, and knew the hour, for the vibrating tone of a bell rang out through the stillness. Whitney shook himself and shivered, then cast himself down again upon the flags, and his tired eyelids closed, a.nd doubts and fears faded away before the soothing touch of sleep. When he was awakened by the door clash- ing back against the stonework, Whitney saw it was burning day A guard of Spanish soldiers stood outside, their leader beckoning with his hand, and the prisoner knew his hour was come. He no longer felt fear cr hesitation, for the things of this wtorld were fading around him. and, with a firm step, the American went quietly out to meet his doom Lieutenant Rosen do was also there, a.nd, grasping his hand, "Gocd-bye, oomrade, for the last time: but we die in a good cause." There was a sharp order, and &. section of the Cazadores moved forward in front with fixed bayonets, another section following behind, the bright steel glancing in the sun's rays. Presently Whitney's heart leapt within him as an irregular crackle of rifle firing rose from the outskirts of the town. and a distant shout went up—"Viva la Cuba," "Viva la Revolution "—but the Cazadores only pressed on the faster. A few minutes later there was a fresh burst of firing, and this time the sharp crack of the insurgents' Winchesters contrasted plainly with the heavier report of the Spanish rifles. Then a clatter of hoofs rang down the stony street, and a mounted officer dashed by on a lathering horse shout- ing hoarse orders; and. losing their pri- soner, the Cazadores foUowed him at the double. Whitney goeped. Must be Villero's column! Thank heaven; he said, breath- lessly, as he clutched at a rail. Again a cry of "Viva la libcrtadspread from man to man, axd relied across the city like the roar of a rising gale. A tramp of marching feet fvnd the jingle of arms oa.n-:e nearer and nearer, a.nd then, amid frantic cries of delight, the head of the insurgent battalion marched down the scorching street ragged, dust-browm men, swinging along beneath a forest of blue rifle barrels. I sa.lute you, comrades! We are just in time! Their outposts bolted at the first volley—fortunately for you," said the leader, as he reined in his lathered horse; and Whitney, sihaken by the sudden revulsion of feeling, could only stammer, Thinks, colonelt" while Lieutenant ILcisemdo bowed, and protested his undying gratitude with the easy grace of the Spaniard. Colonel Villero smiled grimly- "You owe r^e no thanks,' he said. "We should have attfckxvd the piaoe in any cam when we beard tba? but ttxrae namgwiae* of the line; and there is good plunder here, for the village-burners were in too great a hurry to rememher their stores. But you ùlVt both your lives to a lady who rode thirty miles to bring me word, and passed the Spanish pickets at midnight at the peril of her life." Then the st^rn-faced commander raised his voice and said: Request the presence of Donna Flores. se^gean:" The face of Lieutenant Rosendo twitched as a dark-haired girl rode forward, her hair and mantilla hanging loose and disordered. and her tires? duc-ty, as thourh she had ridden far; and a sudden flush of crimson glowed in her olive cheeks when she reined in her tiorsse. Then, the lieutenant lifted her from the saddle, and Whitney glanced with admiration at the dusky beauty who clung to his com- pa-nion's arm. half-bashful, half-proud, with tears of happiness shining in her eyes. Again the eoionel laughed. 'A kind heart is worth more than castles in Arragon,' says the proverb, and we have seen it is true," he said. "Take the girl, lieutenant, and see to it that the priest makee ready. There are few difficulties that will not disappear before my word, and, by all the saints, Don Rosendo, if your bride is not happy you deal with Colonel Villero." There is no need for threats, eenor," answered the lieutenant with his usual care- he-s ease; and by the light in the eyes of Donna Flores, the American knew he was right. Then, amid the laughter and the plaudits of the crowd, the dusty troops moved on, and Whitney, seeing Lieutenant Rosendo wa.s by no means anxious for the company of a third party, slipped softly away, thinking for a second time how different it would all have heen if tbe insurgents ha-d arrived half-an- hour later. >
SABLE FRE E- THA DE BS. One breathless, steamy evening I lounged in the scrupulously clean quarters of the Corriente^ chief engineer, as the ancient vessel, lifting her rusty propeller throe blades clear at every heave of the swell, went lurch- ing at half-speed homeward bound along the West African coast. Mack—I think his name was Robertson, but we alwa-rs called him so —was wiling eccentric music from a crazy har- monium whose tone had not benefited frc>- the ingenious improvements he had made 1t. Big. brown cockroaches wandered np u: down the t.hu.u:;b-ma.rk0ti music book, and tl. reedy notes floated out through the opele porn to the throblJing accompaniment of the engine's stroke. This was Sunday evening, and on such occasions Mack forgot the raga- ries of his sable firemen and the wicked wajvte of cylinder oil which troubled his w;»ek-day mind. The music, however, went little farther, 1dr outside on the iron d<?ck some two hundred savage and half-naked Pagans were holding a soiree of a different kind, and deep-throated voices rose up in unison to the tapping of monkey-skin drums, chanting one of the war songs of the amphibious Kroo nation. Now, it insist be explained that the Krooboy differs from other West Africans in that he can be made to work, and dees so a.Jong two thou- sand miles of surf-hammered coast, while the civilised Liberian. wIn claims to rule o'er his country. collects, or tries to do so, part of his earnings for landing duty. Presently as the din grew almost unbear- able even Mack's grim serenity commenced to give way, and T waited, chuckling, for what should happen. Ten minutes later I heard the cling-clang of the donkey-pump, followed by a howl of consternation from the swarming deck, and dripping objects flying before the spouting ho&e sought refuge on the poop. from which ill several languages they hurled down oppro- brious epithets. On the bridge I found the harassed skipper, who frowned as he s.aid, "Confound Old Ma.c.k! Why couldn't he let them he. ins-t^ad of trying to drive them into a mutin> ? Toat's a bush country fighting crowd and all the way down from La.gc* they have badly worried me. Still, with luck, well be rid of them in an tiour, unless those, wretched LiberianR come off and make trouble, and I 11 be thankful. Port. quarter- master; follow the trend of t.be land." itli the leadline going, the steamer swang in towards the mist-streaked palm fores* aÍJove the thundering beach, along which hung in filmy wreath* the rpray of eternal surl, while the growling cf the breakers reached us intermittently. Then, as the last sunset flicker was fading off the sea, the anonor thundered down close in by a palm- c.a<. bluff. ]>a.st which, through darkeniut- cottonwoofls. oozed a muddy river, and the skipper frowned when he saw a little gal- building standing beside it. "That's a bran' new custom-house," he said. and it means trouble according to my reckoning." Four naked negroes pulled off in a big surf-boat, and a coal-black officer attired in til read-bare uniform and much tarnished gold braid with difficulty boarded the ship. When climbing to the bridge he said pomp- ously. why you anchor without permission? I fine you fifty doilsJj. Then you pay me now two and a halluf dollah for every Krooboy you got on board this ship, or I send our gunboat to confiscate you." Now the distressful climate had badlv tried Skipper Ellams' temper, so his answer was frank and to the point, "If your gun- boat comes too near me I'll run over the thine while a.s to the two and a halluf dollah, that's considerably more than any digger's worth, even if he has the misfor- tune to be a Liberian officer. They are all down below there; yon can collect it for yourself. Still, I'd be civil over it. They don't look fond of you." Fired by racial hatred and perhaps bv the contents of gTeeTl gin-caees they had taken in payment of wages, and which we had been una.ble to secure below, a savage mob, with rolling eyes and trade-matchets purohosed from the Niger factories, howled a.nd gesticulated all over the iron deck, and the Liberian fidgeted as he glanced at them Nevertheless, putting a bold face on it, he descended, and two minutes later, with gar- ments torn half off him, fled wildly towards the rail. and more by luck than manage- ment landed in his boat, from which he hurled back threats of confisoation as the naked crew palled away. "A badly-needed lesson in civilitysaid EIIams. chuckling. "I suppose we'll have to land them next beach to-morrow while I'm not going thread-needling among' the roeV-« to-night. They find the most part out bv losing vessels on them, which is costly if tolerably accurate, but what our coloured friends may do meantime is beyond me." By the time all this had happened darkness had closed down with tropic suddenness, but a wild palaver went on below, where many sable orators harangued an excited audience a.nd occasionally cuffed each other, until a burly savage neatly clad in a tennis iacket stood forth and addressed ue in the English which 15 spoken in the West Coast factories We dun pay you siss dollah every boy for bringing us here. We dun want no palaver with white ca,ptin, but them Liberia man be f T bLack. tief bushrnan, so you dun lend us th«em surf-boat while we burn him custom-bouse. "Ko," skipper laughing, "You can =<tt.le your own rows your own way; but you don t land me into the mess. To-morrow I 11 land you on the next beach; but the first man to touch a surf-boat will get him- self hurt, you see?" Then the spokesman explained matters to the rest, and the deputation withdrew in suspicious quietness it seemed to me, aiter which I discussed matters with the chief engineer. "I ken t'hem fine," Mack observed compla- cen fy: an it's one 0' my mortal weaknesses that when there's trouble forward I must be near by. So if ye-II waken by two of the ciock, row off in the quarter gig an' 1 11 show ye something." "No," I answered with emphasis. "The man who goes ashore with you when there's a disturbance likely returns the worst for it." lAter I turned in, and it was probablv one in the morning when I was wakened by a shout, and thrusting on my slippers, lest the jigger insect which acco-mpamec the Kroobov should take up free quarters in my foot, leapt out of my room. The Corrientes. being empty, was swinging like a pendulum, her iron deck rising a.nd faJIing as it were the roof of a house, and the crashing boom of a heavy surf filled all the quivering air. A cluster of white sea- men stood with iron bars in their hands by a.n open gangway, and, seen dimly by the mist-clogged moonlight, a swarm of fantastic objects were moving towards them, until again their leader addressed the skipper. We dun pay our passage to this place," he said. "You no' fit lend us them surf-boat so we swim ashore. We want no war palaver on this ship, but suppose you live for stop us these men cut you 'troat.' "Would ye?" said the engineer. "Skipper if it's your will I'll start in an' subdue them." But Ellams answered gravely There would only be useless bloodshed, Hnd it's plainly evident we should get the wonst of it. Besides, they're merely asking for their rights, you see. Stand back from the gang- way there, bos'n. For ten minutes together the Corrientea1 syren shrieked discordantly a.bove the organ- like booming of her standard whistle, and the silence that followed was only broken by the monotone of the steep ground-sea. We strained our eyes, and listened, but could only make out a black wall of forest, rising through mist ashore, until towards morning a sudden streak of ruddy flame shot up, casting a lurid glitter across the creeted rollers a.nd the tossing spray, then lost itself in eddying smoke which presently died away. At about two a.m. the Liberian officer elept the sleep of the just. which, under the cir- cumstances, he should have known better tha.n do, and some dozen black soldiers, including, as usual, the sentry, also slept below. He was awakened by a wild yell and a summons to come out, while a billet of wood came hurtling through the open win- I dow, and running into the verandah called has troops together. But that particular sec- tion of the Lrberion army were slow to fwpend, for a bonte 01 shadowy figures,
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''My will, sir, is tha.t thou be locked in the darkest, safest cell in Carmarthen Gaol." "And when will the High Commission Court put their questions to me?" Oh! there is plenty of time for that." HAy, plenty of time," echoed Master Francis Lloyd sarcastically. "So be it. Lead on. Sir Harry. I trust you will allow me the right of having my solici- I tor to visit me in my cell." I know naught of such right. But, Sir Harry Silence, sirrah! Thou hast prated, far too freely lately!" • Ay, far too freely," echoed Master JJtQyd again. "Ma.ster Francis!" thundered the old soldier knight, who might be charged with harsh- ness and arbitrary methods, but not with any mean and petty cruelties, "your father, I. air, would not torture a fallen foe." Perhaps he wouldn't, but he does not know this stinging, wriggling little worm as we-H as I do. But I am wasting my time by delaying your march to the gaol. I hove a.n I appointment a.t Cefn Brith to-morrow." No muscle in Hywel's face quivered m he heard this ominous threat. But his impotence in the face of it well nigh maddened him for a moment. His dejection, however, was over as soon as he had time to say: "'He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.' To His loving care I commit my loved one." Thus was one of the bravest and purest of God's evangelists in Wales arrested, insulted. cruelly injured, and falsely imprisoned for no fault but for devoting his entire man- hood to the work of leading his fellow- countrymen into vital touch with the great Brother of the race, Whose love a.nd saving power in that age they so dimly compre- hended. I CHAPTER XXIII. About the third or fourth night after the departure of Hywel and Samuel Pritchard from Cwrt Bryn y Beirdd Rhysyn Owen, who walked the distance between the Cwrt and his college by Cenen Bridge every morning a.nd evening, as well as for his mid-day meal, was enjoying the peaceful and profound slumber of a young ma.n of perfect health and satis- fied conscience. The hour of twelve had struck, and the leading rooster in the poultry- house wa.s sending his last midnight greeting to his friend at the Castle Farm. Such I intense darkness and a.bsolute stillness reigned in the ancient house after the cock- crowing that, the wheezy and careless old clock ticked away in the hall, more as if it apologised for breaking the beautiful still- ness than as if it enjoyed doing its duty. The chamber in which Ehysyn slept was the largest apartment in the whole dwelling except two. It was divided from the rest of the bed-chambers by a strong though roughly- constructed oaken partition, which had grown black with age and elbow grease." The huge door in this partition seemed wide and high enough to enable four tall, well- built persons to enter arm-in-arm. It had another door, not quite so large. fixed in the outer wall on the opposite side. Some of the inmates alleged that this doubly ancient- looking fixture was not a door at all, only a. panel. Ehysyn, in his easy-going way, had never tried to solve the enigma further tha.n by knocking a few nails into the woodwork to hang his clothes upon. The strange echoes which ne-sponded to his hammer a.t the time greatly puzzled him, especially when he remembered that the old wall in which the panel was fixed was one of the thickest and most solidly -con s tr i J c ted in the whole country- side. But solDe years had passed since he had given it a. single thought. On the night we speak of his heavy sleep was broken in the most natural manner he could think possible. The slightest possible sound occurred about twelve feet from the foot of his bed. He gradually awoke out of his sleep, and before he was more than half- conscious he saw something like a diminutive globe floating in the air about five feet from the ground, shedding a brilliant puce light. As we have said before, Ehysyn, like the majority of the men and women of his age, was very superstitious. But, somehow, this beautiful a.nd brilliant object did not frighten him in the least, though he had not the remotest idem what it could be. He sat up in his bed and watched it intently, won- dering if it would come nearer him. But he uttered no sound. Suddenly another ball, a little larger, appeared in the same part of the room and moved directly towards the other, which it presently touched. The con- tact either extinguished or absorbed the first illuminator instantly, and the survivor shed a yellow light. Still Rhysyn was not frightened, a.nd he wondered at his own cool- ness. Til is bewildering phenomenon seemed to last about five minutes, during which seven different illuminations in seven different colours appeared, each a little larger tha.n its predecessor, and each the moment it touched it absorbing the one that came before it. Ehysyn was almost- in a mood to say it was a very pretty show and that he felt himself indebted to those who were working it, when he heard something like the rustle of trailing garments in the room; the next moment he was nearly petrified with real terror. What he saw now was a, torch in which seven flames in the seven colours which had pre- viously succeeded each other so rapidly and so strangly blended like so many ribands and lighted up the room so brilliantly tha.t Ehysyn could see the iridescence on a. fly's wing as it crawled on the ceiling above him. This torch was held aloft in the hand of a unique and magnificently robed figure, the figure of a venerable man, with long white hair. which fell upon his shoulders like so many tresses of the finest-spun wool. His fine beard, which reached to his waist, was equally white a.nd most exquisitely trimmed. He wore a flowing robe of scarlet velvet, girdled round the waist with what appeared to Ehysyn like a. twist of real gold, from the ends of which hung three or four dazzlingly white tassels. In this girdle, on the left side, he had placed a silver sickle, like unite the instrument invariably used by the ancient Welsh Druids to cut the mistletoe at their great festivals. After looking intensely at Ehysyn with a pair of piercing eyes for the space of a minute or so, he said: Fear not, young man; I have not come to injure thee, but to guide thee. "Whereto and in what manner?" asked "Whereto and in what manner?" asked Ehysyn, his first fear fast disappearing a.t the sound of the low a,n<* Peasant voice. Thinkest thou I need thy guidance?" Thou doest well to ask that question; but before I answer it I must acquaint thee who I am a.nd why I come hither, unless, indeed, thou hast already recognised me." "I recognise in thee a strong resemblance to my old ancestor, Madoc Owen the bard, whose faded portrait hangs on the wall in my college haJl yonder." I am he." „ But he's been dead 6100&- I am he." And what re qui rest thou of me. "That thou shouldest walk in the. footsteps and live worthy of the traditions of thine ancestors." "Is there aught in my present walk or manner of life of a nature that is not worthy of my ancestors?" We regard thy proposed marriage with a low gipsy maid as an act calculated to lower thine own good na.me afd dignity and to bring lasting disgrace upon that- of thine ancestors!" But, Master Anoestor, either the souroes of information in the }}la.oo thou now inha.bi- test are defective or I have not heard thee aright!" What meanest thou?" "I mean that it hath never entered my head to marry a low gipsy maid." ''Ah! Then I must return to mine own place and find oat the one-in of this false report—a.nd—inform thine other anceetor* that thou are only amusing thyself with this gipsy of Cilryohen Oave. Nay, God forbid! I lore her with my whole heart and soul, and will die for her this minute if needs be." How now! One moment thou declM-est it never entered thy head to marry a gipsy maid and the next thou avoweet thy love for her in this frenzied fashion!" "But. Master Ancestor! Thon wert speak- ing of some low gipsy maid.' I know none such. The gipsy maid I love is a princess among women. There is nothing low about her. She is the most beautiful woman tha.t ever came out of God's hiands. And she is as good as she is beautiful. And if I'll ever be deemed worthy of her lore 111 marry her, though eve-ry ancestor I have on the other side ■oa.me across to protect. But when t.berll 'know who she is they'll eend o-ne of their number over to congratulate me and not to oolutioll me." But after making every allowance for the raptures of a young lover, the fact remains, does it not, tlhsut she is a grpey, and thou art the Hneal descendant——?" Of some grand old ancestor who was go we-Il off in the morning of the world's history that he had a mvtte of furnished apartments on the five-hundredth floor of the Tower of Babel amd oouid boaet tha^ his father had a private family boat in the time of the Deluge." Nay, young man, thon. art mocking at things to which the groatept ones ot earth .attach more importaanao than Ukmi wot of," "'Lett- th«m steH moM, an tboy bam », mmd tA Piloted n»<4awCt wfCb. -4faeim. Bat and to aocoixl wrtfh my own views, and not those of mine ancestors." And thou storm kest not from mating tby- self with the daughter of this wild, lawless race, who have no ooucrtry, no redigion, no habitations made with ha.ud-s, and have next to no respect for any human laWIS r- "I might eh rink from marrying a tribe of them. But I have not the lea sit shrinking from marrying this one if she can convince me on one thing." "That she will not run away and leave thee?" Nay. nay, Master Ancestor; Hadet thou known the maid thou wouldst never speak thue of her." "But what is the one thing' thou refer- rest to?" The only thing. The thing wilhout which there is nothing worth having, o-r knowing, or doing in the world. I would be convinced of her love; without that I am the poorest, miserablest wretch that hath breath, in spite of my self-respecting ancestry. With it I'd face a thousand odds singing, and, if needs be, fight a-nd conquer them all." And thou wilt not marry her unless she gives thee that pledge?" It would not be fair to her!" She might deem it fair to thee to offer thee what remains of her love for-for one who deserted her." Nay, she is a truthful amd honourable maid." "I see by thy look that thou art deeply concerned about that other love. Will not thy knowledge of .it keep thee from ever believing the maid's declarations, and thus make thee doubtful and unhappy?" Not if the maid herself pledges me her troth." Thou'dst take her pledge against, all thou hast heard a.nd all other appearances?" I'd take it aga inst the world." And, still, the fact remains that she is only a gipsy maid, daughter of a gipsy nomad, living a gipsy life, and dwelling in a gipsy cave." "The fact remains also that she is a true, brave, pure-minded, and most lovable woman "Farewell, my son." Master Ancestor! Tarry yet a little while. It grieveth me to displease the,-if it doth displease thee—by seeking marriage with the daughter of a people thou likeet not. But as I can do no other, and as my whole life's happiness is in the keeping of this maid, perchance thou wilt vouchsa-fe us thy bless- ing ere thou goest." The blessing shall not be withheld if thou and the maid be deemed worthy." • • He no sooner uttered these words than the chamber and, as it seemed to Ehysyn, the whole house were filled with a rushing sound, like the noise of a great cataract pouring itself into a deep chasm. For several minutes the rushing, roa.ring sound filled his ears to the exclusion of every other. The venerable figure of the old bard had disappeared with the first a.pproach of the now dominating aound, and the voice, which had for so long a time conversed with him in such a. strange manner, had beoome silent all at once. Gradually the deafening noise ceased, and the calm silence of the intensely dark night I Fear not, young man, I have not come to injure thee." I -I. wrapped itself once more around the ancient dwelling and its inmates. Rhysyn now began to wonder if what he had seen, heard, and taken part in was a dream or a, reality. He found no difficulty in assuring himself that it was not a dream. He was familiar with dreams. He had been dreaming dreams all his life. But 'he had never dreamed a dream like this. But, then, how couJd it be a reality? The disembodied spirits of his ancestors could not actually— but what was the use of saying "could not" after wha-t had occurred? He was in a tight corner. While still taxing hie brain to give himself a satisfying explanation of what had taken place, the silence was broken with the stra.in« of a distant melody. At first the music was so low and indistinct that he could not. say what it was or whence it came. After listen- ing intently for some time, he felt quite sure that it came from beneath the house, where someone was playing a Welsh love-song on a violin. The whole air was played through with a masterly hand, every note was dis- tinctly heard, and the passion of the sub- terranean player was so real a,, he played that Ehysyn more than once felt moved to join in with his own voice. Another interval of silence. Then he heard the notes of a flute,, The flatptiot, like the violinist, seemed to be situated underneath the house, but he appeared to be moving away as he played, so that the strains of his music became fainter a.nd fainter as he moved, until at l,a;st he could only discern an occasional note coming back from the distance, hardly to be distinguished from the whispering of the morning breezes which were by this time beginning to awake around the house. Rhysyn, notwithstanding the ghostly visita- tion and the suggestive meaning which he, as a typical product of his time, attached to it. rose the following morning with a feeling that life, after all, was a, good thing, that it was worth living at it.s darkest, hour, and that its bright hours were far more nume- rous than its gloomy ones. He could give no satisfying reason, even to himself, why he was dominated by such an optimistic mood on that particular morning. He only knew that he felt his soul in harmony with every- thing that was bright and beautiful as he walked to the college, and realised (as he thought) for the first time that the grass under his feet was just green enough, the sky above his head just blue enough, and the waters of the stream by his side just dear enough to suit his taste. In fact, they were just what he would have made them had he himself created them. (To be continued.)
1 numbering at least two thousand, they after- wardc averred, were svra "mine towards them throug-h the undergrowth. Therefore, the gurrison proceeds to < raw] into any plaice that would cover th^m, ]eavingr their leader slut-kin? all over beside the machine-gnn ~po» the verandah. That was not the official version of the affair, but tb:*re is collateral evidence for believing it accurate. Some-bow we ran the surf-boat in. half- swamped. throng-h the breakers, and when we landed, dripping. Mack. da.?hinp the water from his eyes, .«a?d indignantly, Cleanliness is next, to god lines?, but that washing was just- a wee bit. too much for me," after which we proceeded cautiously through the dew cooled bush. Then we saw that a cooking fire had been made of the office furniture, and about it were rtrewn the remna-ntf of a curious collation—biocuiti^ spread with metal polish, tins of soft goa-p eampled, and after- wards rejected, canned beef, and a tin of mustard badly flattened as though some dis- g-usted savage had wreaked his vengeance on it, while the drinkables had evidently been ot.range and varied. Mack's keen eyes noticed everything', and presently he said: "It's no' the kind o' a | banquet would dig-est with a Christian; but the Krooboy's like an ostrich—he can eat any- tldng. You'll observe tbey been mixing their liquor shamefully—"Worcester sauoe, vinegar, an' furniture polish. Man, I wonder they stopped short at the paraffin." Then we proceeded further and made other dif-coveries, including several dew-wet rifles, which the defenders had apparently forgotten to bring away, and a. little machine-run re- ]> -sing under the verandah peace! uliy upon its head, and again Mack smiled as lie said, "Ye may well take notice there's no' a trace o' fouling about its muzzle Presently a voice called faintly for help from the edge of the forest, and we found the hapless officer appa- rently tied to a tree, with pieces of printed documents littered about him, a.nd, as if in nxiny, a bundle of landing permits hung about his neck. Mack picked up some of the papers, which lore traces of having been bitten, and said chuckling: Thr.e ingenioiis deevils have been feeding him with Customs papers which is a ha.ir kind o' nourishment for a weak ftomacli." Here, however, the prisoner broke in: "I c.all you all to witness you found me helpless and severely wounded, which hindered we from taking part in the pursuit. We make an heroic resistance against overwhelming numbers, and were only heate-n because they didn't fight fair. Our a.rmy is drilled on the Prussian principle, which does not provide for an enemy o,rawlinjr throngh the roof and jumping on your back." "Ahem*" Mack answered dryly ."The Lord forgive ye for lyin'. Wounded and tied fast! Ye must be fond o' it. for a five-years' child could wriggle out o' that. Man, theres floor dust on your clothing: ye have, surely, been ?rawling in below the bed. Fing out and call your arm#?—they'll be hidin' eomewhero about." There was a roar of laughter from the lis- teners, and even the stolid mate smiled, as, pulling out a half-tied hitch, he freed the prisoner, and, inquiring where his wounds were, was answered with a groan that they were all inside. Then one by one black sol- diere came crawling out. of the bussh, appa- rently very little the worse for wear, except that some were muddy a.nd others had torn their gaarnentfl, as tbey pointed out. in the fury of the pursuit. At last their leader implored us not to lenve him to be murdered by the horde which would surely eome down from the inland bush, a.nd, agreeing scorn- fully, we went off together in the hig- Furl- boat. though we nearly lost her in doing it. When we reached the Corrientes and told the tale. Skipper Ella.ms almost had a fit, and when the sable officer afterward? jrave his version he chuckled as he said: "A heroic defender! you are only a heroic liar: but if you think your friends ca-n pay yonr paseasje, r suppose I must, take, you on to the next settling port Mr. Johnston, heave the anchor; we have been here too long."