The Cardiff Times

'stopping A train. Blaengarw Collier Summoned. At Bridgend Police Court on Saturday Ewn John. collier, 4, Brynbedw-terrace, Blaengarw, was summoned by the Great Western Railway Company for stopping a train without sufficient reason. Mr Parsons (Messrs V ichell and Co., Cardiff) said defendant, returning from a miners' demonstration at Porthcawl on the 22nd August, when between Pyle and Bridgend, pulled the communication chain running through the:, carriage, thos settix^the vacuum brake to woa: and bringing the train to a standstill. If this -were done at aspot where-there were noints the train might be derailed. John Riley and George Cross, colliers, Aberkenfig, who were in the railway carriage, said that, although there: had been a bit of a dispute between Cross and defendant's father-in-law, nothing happened to justify defendant stopping the train. Cross- examined by Mr Harry Lewis, who defended,, they denied that Cross had taken hold of defen- dant's fathor-in-law by the throat and shaken him. When the train stopped and the guard came, defendant got out and went to another carriage. The case was adjourned for a week ior tfw! =

{ Complete Story. ¡ LADY TREVOR. --h., BY J. M. COBBAN, Author of "The Last Alive,' The Iron Hand," Pursued by the Law;" The Mystery of the Golden Too'h," &c. Like Sam Welter's knowledge of London, Mr Townshend's acquaintance with Society was extensive and peculiar." He know great people ¡ and small people, rich men and poor men, smart folk and shady folk, and so forth, but that IS no news to those who have already heard of Mr Townsheud and his doings, and for the rest it doesn't matter. It was, therefore, nothing extraordinary that he should be one of a house party which Lord Carlton invited to Carlton Towers. When he accepted the invitation it was with the proviso that he could only make a week-end of it: he was too busy to be parted longer from his affairs. But to make the" week-end as long as possible he went down to CarJton Towers on the Friday afternoon, and thus be was one of theearIiest of the party to arrive. Lord Carlton himself met him at the station, which was a junction. Do yon mind waiting half an hour ?" Lord Carlton askeri. "l have the brakeoutside, and I'm expecting Lady Trevor and her daughter." Of course I'll wait," answered Townshend. It wonlci Ije as absurd to have a brake ail to r one'e-self 33 to have an ocean liner." Then as they paced the platform together Lord Carlton said'to Townshend, I don't think yoa khow Lady Trevor ?" know Lady Trevor ?" I don't think 1 do," said Townshend but then, you know, I'm not acquainted with the whole Peerage and Baronetage." She's a most charming woman, with a charm- ing daughter, sa.id Lord Carlton. Filia pulchra, mater pulchrior— eh 7" said Townshend. Something of that kind," said Lord Carlton. But I've almost forgotten my Latin. She has lea a very retired life since her husband's death —about eighteen years ago, I think devoted her- self to religion and good works, the church and the clergy, and all that sort of thing, you know. I believe there's an altar-cloth in Denver Church that she worked with her own fair hands, and a reredos that she paid for." She's rich, then ?" Oh, yes, rich enough." "How do you mean rich enough? She's a rara avis among rich people if she thinks herself lichenongh." I think her rich enough she's rich enough j for me," answered Carlton. What, are you going to marry her ?" asked Townshend, with a new spark of interest. 1 Me ? Marry her ? No. Didn't I tell 'you j Walter, my son, is going to marry her daughter, —a beautifulyand charming girl filia pulchra, azyouaaid." j A.nd you approve, of course?" said Town- shend. ¡ I approve, certainly. But, even if I didn't, I think Waiter would marry the daughter in spite of me. We met them first 4aat year at I Ischl-a mountain bath-place in Austria—you know—we had gone there to be quiet, and she had gone there to be quiet, too and so wewøre I quiet together." And this engagement of your son is the result of that seductive quiet," smiled Town- shend. The result, as yousay—the agreeable result, replied Lord Cariton. Ah, well, you're pleased, my friend," said Townshend;" and it is not every father that is pleased with his son's intentions. I congratu- late you, Carlton-" Thankye, thankye." It will be noted that Mr Townshend conversed on the subject in quite a detached,' impersonal manner—his only interest in it being, truly, his regard for the easy-going, simple, and affec- tionate old lord, who had been the friend of his youth. But when the train brought Lady Trevor and her daughter and set them before him on the platform his interest and curiosity were entirely caught and involved. His eye—and his eyeglass—glanced from the daughter (certainly a beautiful, and probably a charming, girl) to the mother, and there lingered. Lady Trevor was handsome, also, and debonair. She did not look in the least like what the French call a devote. The only hint of devotion in her appearance—of her concern for another world—was the sober colouring of her dress, which else was extremely elegant and captivating The cut of her garments and her corsetting suggested that her age might be thirty, but that was impossible, since she had a daughter of twenty or thereabouts. Some threads of grey (undisguised) in her fine Chestnut hair and the strength of two lines at her mouth corners tempted one to think she might even be nfty but homage (and, perhaps, truth) would declare her to be no more than forty. But it was not her good looks, nor was it her charm, that caught and held Townshend's in- terest and curiosity, bat something reminiscent about her. Her laugh, the sound of her voice, the poise of her head when she turned it-he knew them surely be knew them. Now who is she ? Who was she ? When did I know her? When and where ?" These questions tinkled and rang changes on each other thtough his bead all the way to Carl- ton Towers he talked a little to Mips Trevor but she muss have thought him then either a very dull or a very absent-minded man. for all his attention was given to her mother, who was en- gaged in lonely talk with Lord Carlton, and to the strained effort to recall the past. It was not till the evening that he laid hold of the tail of remembrance. He had tried to aid his memory by a surreptitious reference to the Peerage and Baronetage of the United, Kingdom in the Library of Carlton Towers but that refer- ence only bewildered him more. It presented to his considerations so many Trevors—Baron Tre- vor, Sir Joseph Gregory Trevor. Bart., Sir William Binks Trevor, Bart., Sir Samuel Tre- vor Bart., and so forth—that he rejected them every one. And, after all. Lady Trevor was hus- bandless, and had been (Lord Carlton said) for eighteen years; so he had shut, the book with a bang, and put it back on the 'shelf. It was in the evening, then, and after dinner, that he got the first hint which set him on the true track of recollection. Walter, the son of tbe house, had bought the materials for a new game, called Ping Pong, or table tennis, and be was determined to try the new game. The dining table was cleared,the game was set, and soon the balls were flying amid the laughter of the company, and the anxiety of Lord Carl- ton for certain precious things on .bis sideboard. One ball went flying high over Lady Trevor's head. Houp la," she cried and with a little leap she caught it as cleverly as a cricketer might. Bravo ( Bravo 1" cried Lord Catttoa, clap ping his hands. Lady Trevor put her fingers to her month in approved stage fashion, and Mew a: kiss to the company, and laughed merrily. By Jove exclaimed Townshend. That was all he said aloud, but to himself he added, I'm sure it's Ada." But there was a ring in his By Jove 1"—a ring of surprise and perhaps of discovery— which anested-Lady Trevor's attention. She smiled upon Townshend, and her smile he felt as a beckoning to her side. At any rate he went to ber side. That catch of yours, Lady Trevor," said he, and your kissing your-fingers, and your laugh they all reminded me solmuch of someone I once knew, years ago. Indeed 1" queried Lady Trevor,still smiling, ■" And who was that ?" U Well," answered Townshend, in his slow, booming voice, she called herself Ada Ange- mar." Wasn't that • ber real name ?" asked Lady Trevor. Townshend had watched closely for some change of colour when he pronoucaed the name, but he saw none—until he noted that the rosiness of her neck, just below the ears, had deepened and then gone pale. That, he recalled, had also been a peculiarity of Ada's she blushed in the neck (when she did blush), and not on the face. I don't know," he answered; and I never knew anybody that did know. It might have been her real name." Why should you suppose it wasn't ?" asked Lady Trevor, with a touch of sharpness in her tone. She was an actress," answered Townshend at least," headded.withthat small smile which fluttered exasperatingly under the corner of his heavy moustache, she called herself an actress." Why do you qualify your words like that again ? Tell me," she demanded. Well," said Townshend, she was the kind of actress many people, and many actresses, would deny the name to." Why ?" Because she went round on her toes," smiled Townshend she was in the ballet." Lady •Prevor'shands were tightly clasped before the)-. "Tell me about her," said she. "It is more than twenty years since I knew her," said Townshend. "She was at the Frivolity Theatre, and bewitched all tbe young men with the beauty of her person." Was she really 80 good-looking ?" asked Lady Trevor with a amils of indulgence. j She was a lovely creature, truly," answered Townshend with the enthusiasm of youthful re- meotbranoe exquisitely shaped, with a bean- ■< tiful face-the f8ilJle-o( an angel you would have said if you had seen it in a picture-and about I your height, Lady Trevor. Every yoangfeDow about town was in love with her. Iwaainlove -with hex." "You were!" exclaimed Lady Trevor, still ;With that smi!eof exquisite indulgence. 1" But she knew her marketable value," said Townshend. A deep crimson flowed over Lady Trevor's, neck. "I don't, blame her. Dovon ? Do not young ladies in the most select and lofty society the same ? She kept her heart whole and her head cool. She became engaged to the young Marquis of Milchester. She knew his value. He is now the Doke of Uttoxeter, and the wealthiest peer in the three kingdoms, Ada would have made a magnificent duchess—bat Fate (in the shape of Society) hindered. As soon as her en- gagement became known the young man's' family and all the powers that be came between him and her. The young marquis was argued with, bnllied, and finally compelled to give her up:' Lady Trevor's head was gently nodding assent tto the points of the story. Then came Ada Angemar s great oppor- tunity. She took good advice, and brought an action for breach of promise. The action never came into cQUtt; fhe family did not desire a public scandat, and to avoid that they paid. Ada £50,000- I can't venture to pronounce," he con- tinued with.his flicker of a smile, whether or 'not she was as wise in what she did afterwards. I never sawber again, but I heard she bad mar- ried. Married whom ?" asked Lady Trevor, with her eyes on his face. Some man who kept a circus. I heard, too, that she appeared as Mazeppa in the ring." How very odd of her," said Lady Trevor, quietly. Mother," called her daughter at that moment, do come and try a game." She went to her daughter's sammons, and Townshend was left meditative. He was in some doubt whether he might not be mistaken: for Lady Trevor had borne the test he had imposed with great fortitude and severity. He told him- self that if Lady Trevor was truly Ada. Angemar she had learned a great deal for in manner and speech there was nothing to mark her off from ladies who had been brought up from childhood to behave as sech. But I can't be mistaken," he said to him- self. She roust be Ada. (" Ah, good, good," be said, in approval of a stroke with the tennis racket for he was looking on at the game and seemed to be interested m it.) Now, what was the name of that circus man she married ? Never? Sever? Trevor? It was Trevor Trevor's Amphitheatre So it was. It was t, But how and wby Lady Trevor ?' He had continued to stand, tugging his mous- j tache, and appearing to note the game that was being played but on his assurance of the name he was so moved that he went aside and sat i down. He sat for some time revolving the strangeness of his meeting with Ada. Angemar. j and considering what he ought iO do. He was thus sitting when Lady Trevor approached, with 1 a pleasant frou-frou of her silken skirts,' | Good night, Mr Townshend," said she. I'm {'very tired after the railway journey. And the í air is sleepy here, don't you think ?" I By tbe way. Lady Trevor," said he, rieinjr to meet her. I have just remembered. The circus man Ada Angemar married was called Trevor-the same name as your Ladyship bears." Really How very odd I Good-night." And she moved away to bed. Next morning Townshend was down early (for I he never spent more than six hours in bed), but be was not so early as Lady Trevor. He had I intended to take a walk, but there was a.1ine rain falling—a Scotch mist-whlch forbade bis going out. From the window where he pressed his forehead he condoled with Lady Trevor on the execrable weather. The weather she surprised him by saying, is not so wretched as I am." He turned to note her, and saw that she ap- peared, compared with herself of the evening before, as a storm-beaten, rain-draggled rose to a rose merely touched and refreshed with the dew. Plainly she had passed a very troubled night. Townshend said as much. "I haven't slept a wink," said she. I want to speak to you, Mr Townshend. You know the house, I believe. Where can we go to be quite private?" 1 think," said he, the library at this hour is as private as anywhere." So to the library they went. Arrived there, the first thing Townshend did was to take the Peerage aud Baronete,ge" from the shelf, open it at the list. of Trevors, and present it thus to Lady Trevor, saying, "Excuse me, Lady Trevor, but there are a good many Trevors there, and I should very much like to know which is your family among all these." Lady Trevor closed the book and handed it back to him, saying, We're not there at all. That's what I want to talk to you about. Put it back on the shelf, and come and sit down." He obeyed, and settled himself to listen with interest, I have passed a horrid night—think- ing of our talk, and blaming myself for not trusting an old friend. For you are an old friend and I used to call you Nosey '—. didn't I?"- Ada Angemar did. Is that what you mean ?" asked Townshend, relentlessly. Oh, dear me, yea of coarse, that's what I mean. And do let me ask you. Yon haven't said a word to Lord Carlton or anybody, yet— have you?" Not a word," answered Townshend. Thank Heaven exclaimed Laiy Trevor, in a tone of immense relief. And you won't say a word—wi!l you ? Promise me you won't — there's a dear." "You ask a great deal of me, Ladv Trevor," said Townshend, you don't know how much." Don't call me Lady Trevor. Call me Ada won't you ? If you call me Ada, I know you will keep my secret," she pleaded. Do you mean you have no right at all to call yourself Lady Trevor ?" I'll tell you how it was," paid she, with a tbin, rueful smile. My husband's middle name was Lord; he was William Lord Trevor. He was always smart at picking up tips for advertisement, and when a printer once out a stop after William he kept it there; 'William, Lord Trevor.' Then people took to calling him Lord Trevor, and, consequently, me Lady Trevor. When he died and I came to live quietly in the country I kept the name. What harm did I do to anybody?" You were appearing under false pretences. It is a great pity. You would have got on just J as well, you would have been just as much i liked, if you bad been known as Mrs Trevor." j Perhaps," she retorted but I get a great j deal more respect and attention as Lady Trevor. And now," she repeated, anxiously—" now that you know all, you will keep my secret, won't you ?" You don't know how much you ask ?" said Townshend, seriously. My inclination cer- tainly is to say nothing but I owe a duty to my old friend Lord Carlton. If it had been another I should not have minded, for I think the man that goes about always insisting on the truth being known is a fool. But when I was young Lord Carlton «vas as good as a father to me, and he has always been the kindest of friends. If he discovered tbe truth afterwards— and he might very well, for other men may recog. nise you—he would think I had been guilty of the blackest treachery I would think so, too." But he won't discover," said Lady Trevor. When my daughter is married I will disappear altogether— [ will go into a sisterhood. Do pro- mise me, won't you ? Do, do. • Oh, do." Townshend was very troubled- He was torn this way and that between inclination and duty. I don't see how I can," said he. But why shouldn't you tell the truth to Lord Carlton himself ?" Oh, T couldn't, I couldn't," she protested. He might think nothing of it," urged Towns- bend. And he might think everything. He would. He is a dear, good, kind man, bat he has all these society prejudices." If he is a dear, good man," argued Towns- hend, how can yoa deceive him so deeply ?" "Ob, dear, dear. What shall I do ?" moaned Lady Trevor. She had been humble but now she showed some resentment. But how ahall I be deceiving him so deeply she demanded. Shall I be keeping from him anything that matters ? My daughter is as good a girl as can be and was I ever a bad woman ? Tbere's no onecansayleverwas." I believe you are right. You were, I believe, incapable of badpeas," said Townshend with a touch of sarcasm lost upon her Ladyship. I was, she readily agreed. And since I've been a widow and down in the country there's no one can say a word against me. I have been as goo; as gold. What, then, can what you call the trutfh matter to Lord Carlton ?" It |f| of so little consequence that yon might as well Bell it to him," urged Townshend, with his exasperating flicker of a smile. I can't," said she. "I can't." Silence fell be ween them for a second or two. And you will give your promise to keep my secret ?" she urgedagain. I can't," he answered She was in despair. I wonder," she said, bitterly, "whetheryou would be so ready to tell everything about yourself if you would by so doing break your daughter's heart and ruin her chances ?'' That was something of a borne-thrust. I might not," said Townshend, I mivht not; I am not very brave." Do be kind," she pleaded again; withciasped hands and earnest voice. For old sake's sake. You say you loved me long ago. Can I do or say nothing that will persuade you ? You have seen my daughter a dear, beautiful girl, and good, She and Walter dote upon each other. It will be a love-match, if ever there was one. Can you break up so rare and sweet a thing as that ? For you will break the hearts of both of them, I'm sure. My daughter's heart may not matter, for you do not know bar, bat tbe heart of yoar friend's son should matter to yon." "You put too much responsibility upon me," said he. I don't want to break any heart—even on my own account. Now, I'll go thus far. I foresee that your trouble is not over, even if I hold my tongue, perhaps you know the family lawyer is coming to-day to go into the question of fortune and settlements ? You do know that. Well, do you think yoa will get over his questions easily ? 1 You are Lady Trevor,' he may say, widow of—<" William, Lord Trevor,' you will answer and then he will turn to that red book to look up William, Lord Trevor." He will do nothing of the kind," answered Lady Trevor, with amnile. He will look at me and bo satisfied, and never think of looking at the book." Very well," said Townsbend. I will hold my tongue, until the lawyer comes; and if you pass his ordeal, I'll still hold my tongue." Thank you. Oh, thank you," she cried tearfully, while she caught his 'hand and kissed it. "You don't know what a weight you have taken off me. I am not afraid of meeting the lawyer, and now my girl will be happy." No, mother," said a voice, which made them both spin round. How can I be happy if we are hiding something that should be known ?" The daughter and her lover came ont of a window-recess together and stood before Lady Trevor and Mr Townshend. Lady Trevor was so overcome that shesank on a chair in a sob- bing condition which suggested that hysteria: might not be far off. Mr Townshend hated a I scene so now be used a discriminating diplo-> macy. He stepped forward easily and took Walter's arm. "Suppose we leave Lady Trevor and her daughter together, my boy," smdhe. They'll understand each other better without us." He led the young man down the long room, and out into the hall. Beast of a morning, isn't it ?" said he. But I think it's going to clear." Where shall we go?" said the young man. "I must have this out with you, Mr Town- shend." Well. my dear boy," said Townshend, "eome to my room, where we shan't be interrupted." They ran upstairs, entered the room Town. shend occupied, and the door was shut. "Now, look here, Mr Townshend," said Walter, with the direct and sudden frankness of youth, "we may as well have this out at once. I heard all you had to say with Lady Trevor, you know, without wanting to hear. We were in-the library when you came in, and we didn't know how to getaway. What is it ? What—do yoa know any harm of Lady Trevor?" Harm, my dear boy?" echoed Tjwnshend, < determined to be at once complaisant and frank. No, I'll tell you all there is. When I was a I young fellow about your age Lady Trevor was an actress --— By jove." A ballet girl," continued Townshend. By Jove." repeated the young man, in a tone which Townshend at the moment could not judge it might be either of astonishment or of ) delight. 1 She got a pot of money from a breach of pro- mise with tbe Marquis of Milchester (who is now j the Duke of Uttoxeter), and then she married a j man who had a circus, whose name you beard. And that's all." That's all," exclaimed Walter. II WeU, 'pon my word, it seems much ado about nothing. It adds a new interest, a new piquancy, that my mother-in-law (who is now almost a saint) was once in the front row of the ballet." And you don't mind ?" asked Townshend, a little inc1in.ed, in tbe young man's breezineas to think he might have made too much fuss. Mind ? I like It. It's the one touch of charm I would have sought to add to the con nection." But what will your father think of it asked Townshend. •• I won't teU him," answered Walter. Why should I disturb him with a silly thing like that. And the lawyer yoa were so frightened ol—I'll see to that." So Townshend was silent, and felt that he was becoming an old fogey, and so the marriage took; place without any mishap.

0' in IMI U F&nrsi f&NieoiS).. i v Lazy Lays" Iclylls. I'm weary of this well doing," said the bucket. Always turning over anew leaf-the publisher's reader. It is something to be good, and it is well to be good for something. A little man should never marry a large widow. He would be the widow's mite. Never run in debt with your shoemaker, for then you can't say your soul is your own. The Manicure: What is your favourite author? —The Chiropodist: Bunvan. A baker is a man that kneads much, and sells everything he kneads himself. Lots of men would never have reached the top of tbe ladder if their wives had not steadied it. "Your husband tried to kiss me last night." "Ah, well, you know, he is drinking again." Does your parrot swear "—Boy (anxious to find a purchaser): Sure, splendid. I taught him myself. Funeral Director (to gentleman entering door) Are you one of the mourners, sir ?—Gentleman Yes. He owed me £300. Well, well!" gleefully exclaimed the pick- pocket, as he took another couple of watches. I appear to be in close touch with the people." Sue You said you were going to marry an artist, and now you're engaged to a dentist.— Flo Well, isn't he an artist ? He draws from real life. II Didn't you hear the doorbell, Bridget?" "Yes, mum." "Well, why didn't you answer it?" "I did answer it. I said, 'Oh, fudge,' mum." A good wife is like ivy, for the greater the ruin the closer ahe clings; but a bad wife is like ivy. too, for the closer she clings the greater the zuin. How did Mrs Ringer secure husbands for all her daughters?" "She gaye the impression that she was on bad terms with them. and would never'visit them after marriage." Bridget, did you hear the bell?" "Yessom." Why don't you go to the door, then?" Sure, mum, I'm not expectin' anyone. It must be somebody to see you." "Frisbie and Thornton are not friends any more," said Bloobumper to Spatts. Why. they used to swear by each other." Well, now they swear at each other." Bobby Ma, you said that I wasn't to eat that piece of case in the pantry because it would make me sick.—Mother Yes, Bobby.—Bobby (convincingly) But ma, it hasn't made me sick. You are Mr Quezeen, the husband of the celebrated lectnress on cookery, are YOtlÍlOt 1" Yes, sir," replied the dejected, hollow-eyed man. I am the man she tries her new dishes on." Natural history says the birds have good judgment," remarked Bessie, with the big book. Storks haven't" spoke up Bobby. Why not ?" "Just look what ugly babies they bring some- times." He Now, I always said we needed coaling stations.—His Admiring Wife You did, indeed, Henry. I'm sure I remember your saying some- thing of that kind long before there was any thought of a strike. Do you think there is any danger of Ame- rica being dominated by Europe?" "No. sir," answered Mr Meekton, with extraordinary em- phasis; "not so long as eminent Europeans continue to marry American girls." So they named a cigar after you Yes," answered the sporting man in a dubious tone. Quite a compliment." 111 thought so till I smoked one of the cigars, then I concluded that it was a libel." Fuddy There is one thing about Flanders that I like. He never has anything to say about his aches and pains.—Daddy No but he's all the time bragging about his splendid health. A lady who refused to give after hearing a charity sermon, had her pocket picked as she was leaving church. On making the discovery she said, The parson could not find the way to my pocket, but the devil did." Tom Why so melancholy, old man ?—Jack Miss Jones rejected me last night.—Tom Well, brace up, there areothers.—Jack Yes, of course, but somehow I can't help feeling Borry for the poor girl. Hewitt: I hear that your servant died re- cently.—Jewett Yes, she's gone to heaven.— Hewitt: How do you know she has gone there.— Jewett: If she hadn't gone to a good place she wouldn't stay. "If you insist on breaking our engagement, Miss Fickle, I shall make your letters public." "You are welcome to do so, Mr Scamper; there is nothing in them that I am ashamed of except the address on the envelope." As Prophesied.—His v chest heaved convul. sively, and the veins stood out upon his fore- head. In his anger he advanced towards the other with outstretched fist. But by a strenuous effort hecontrolled himself. No, mother," he muttered savagely, the day will come t" Ethel (ecstatically) Oh, Charlie, would you just as leave as propose over again, and do lit into this phonograph ?—Cholly Why ?—Ethel: Why, I want to have something to remember yon by after you have gone in and spoken to papa about it. No Call for Leisure.—"What, you back to work. Pete? When I say you fall off the build- ing yesterday I never expected to see you work again." "I thought dat, too, boss, but mah wife done let mah accident assurance expiah last week." Education," said the impassioned orator, "begins at homo." That's where you're off," said the calm spectator it begins in the kin- dergarten, is continued in the boarding-school, football field, Paris, London, and Wall-street, and ends in either Sing Sing or Newport." Yoa must not imagine," she said, that I would be willing to sit out here alone with you if yon were not so big and strong, and able to pick me up in your arms as if I were a mere child —in case anything happened." Then because nothing happened she told her friends that he was dull-witted and probably had a soullike a withered lemon. Guest (angrily): Look here, landlord, I'm heartily tired of the way yondobasineaacere. Didn't you ever have a gentleman stop with yoa before ?—Landlord (gazing at him search- ingly): Hum i Areyoc a gentleman?—Guest (moreouogriiy): Of course.—Landlord (decidedly): Then I never did. ¡

ASSAULT CASES AT CARMARTHEN. At Carmarthen County Police Court on Saturday two coUiels-Woo. Jones, Pentzedole, and John Morgans. Bankyddrainen, both in the parish of Pontyberem—-were fined 17s each, in- clusive, for assaulting a collier named Thomas i John Lloyd, Llanddarog, on the 26th nit., by striking bim with a stone.—Sarah Phillips, wife of Wm. Phillips, dogger, White Mill, charged Henry Wilkins, labourer, White Mill, I with assaulting ber on the 29th alt. by throwing k (large jagged stone at her right breast. The pená.hy imposed was 15s. Woo. Phillips then charged the same defendant with kicking him on tbe 18th ult. The fine inflicted was 19s, in- elusive. On the application of the same com- plainant the defendant was ordered to enter into bis own recognisances for three months in the 'sum of £10, and to find two sureties of £5 each, in default three months' imprisonment. The defendant said he would rather go to gaol.

II The Newport Gaardians on Saturday agreed to send suitable Church of England girls under their charge to the Churcb of England Home at Caerleon.

THE GOLD GLEANERS. Original Fairy Story. By CARL MEYALL. Once npon a time as a rosy-cheeke^> "goi# little girl named EI ;o was tripping school she stepped < ■ 1 banana skin w 88 careless person li; d thrown down, heavily to the ground that her spine wa?1 00 •'After this for many weeks she had to lje her back. At times she suffered much Pft 'ji#' though she tried hard not to murmur it w cult work. One night sbe was thinking 0 t jjf that had been told her of the Coronation .-ft$ King and Queen—how grand and b» spectacle it had been. It must so grand and wear a golden crown,' • ,» Elsie how I should like to see a real on So you shall, little Elsie," said a Now as Elsie had not uttered her tboos ijj- was surprised to hear this, and still nw prlsed to find her bed illuminated with jjgli' more lovely than she had seen before. eJld tbf which seemed a mixture of moonlight rising sun, only more soft than either. 1 1 ance shone on a lovely fairy, who wore crown on her head, and was dressed i° gold gossamer. tf I am the Queen of the Gold Gleaners. 00 said, and will ohow you my subjects So dd, return from working till over the worK>*„ there is one working beside your own bed, tbe fairy, pointing with her wand.. ,1^ Then Elsie saw a tiny creature clad ip -gplj? coloured working suit, carefully particles of gold dust from the floor. ageir dust he placed in a little sack which rather heavy, but which he slung shoulder with a happy face and vanished- You will see that gleaner again, Queen, in the meantime look into this,0^ globe, and yoa will see others returning- Qqj/fl When Elsie looked into the ball the^K' placed before her she saw myriads of tinV ifM exactly like the one at her own bedside. gjt rustling of their wings was like the gentle ing of tbe wind. There were millions—millions of thein5' than mortal could ever count, and all sacks containing gold dust. Some of o0lf* appeared quite full others contained pO1 small quantity—scarcely more than a two. jl# "These gleaners of mine are winglD^(i jfl' way to the Royal Mint," said the QueeBi tfe* before I take you thither I will show YO" 60 late workers in order that you may know gold is gathered." jtf*" Then Elsie at her bidding looked the crystal and saw a little boy creep a1?Sgi<*i younger brother s cot, where he begged ness for unkind words spoken during »liw she saw them kis3 and make friends, and did sd a grain of gold fell from their lip9' the unseen gleaner popped into his bag., She saw another gleaner walking policeman, who, as he went on his V" flashed his lantern on the form of a l'» iff who slept in the deep shadow of an arcD- child's face was pinched with hnnger be few rags, though the night was cold ye*' of this he had a pretty face, and clustered thickly over his bare head.. A look of tender pity stole into the ^jjr eyea. He thought of his own bonnie boy > stead of rousing him with a stern cotnJJJa pptti move on, he bent over him and put a few under his rags, so that the child would Jfl4 on awakening. As he did so a shower of g° fell from his fingers. I It would take too long to tell you gleaners Elsie saw at work and in what di places. Sometimes it was in a grand sometimes in a poor attic, where a t're<3ef girl was setting a few more stitches in ord W some beloved one might be a little neater^y«f whether it was in palace or poor allsy, anything was done for love or kindness, to the precious gold dust fell. Øe ,0 Now," said the Queen, you must cOd. the Mint and sea what is done with the g° jjj With that she waved her wand, and 10, found herself borne through the air on the of lovely fairies. As they floated gently had no fear, though the stars were so 0 they hung around like silver lamps, revealed to her that the night was crowded It fit beauteous creatures, all bent on good ",of mortals.. XVI Suddenly she found herself, in comp^'j^ the Queen, in a vast chamber, in the which was the picture of the holiest face ever imagined. This picture was set 0 and beneath it was a great crucible, the gleaners emptied the gold they had Then Elsie discovered that the gold 0 n? mixed with much that was worthless, tfl not gold at all, and by the magic of she knew that when the little boy jjt his brother's forgiveness some th0^d ft possible punishment on the morrow b 0 flaenced him. This made the gold imPt^?'g.p<J' black scum rose on to the top of the 0x6 This scun the fairy worker removed an away into a pit to be seen no more. ifS had kissed his brother real penitence jgpfP him, so that by and bye all the ugly c\est 4 went out of the gold, and it became as the dawn of day. and in its pure depths 9 the reflection of the pictured face above. ff It has the King's mark, and now 1 his use," said the Queen. With that she waved her wand again, ai» £ heard a musical, rhythmical sound, j| ting—Ring-a-ting." It rose and silver bells, then on each side of a va» tiw she saw thousands and thousands 01 jjeJ diamond anvils, at which fairy smiths we*j00i^ ing out the gold and producing the v sound with the fall of the hammers. Over each little forge was a name, delighted to see amongst them her own, the names of many she loved. Qtf'y With another wave of her wand 4 showed her a hall supported on marble 00 with avenues branching out of sight. «ri» avenue was filled with gold, perfectly out alloy. j "Here," said the Qaeen, "is gold which has been collected grain from mortals who are living now that from those who have lived long ago is W j into the finished crowns which you sba f and bye." Even as she spoke there rose before ]c/P\4 gate of marble, so finely carved that yjF like fragile lace. Over this gate in go* m was the word Incorruptible." The Queen bowed her head her lip" silence a great awe which was not upon Elsie. The marble gate swung before tbem, resting on rainbow-buea were beautiful golden crowns of every sDg size—no two quite alike. Some ^0tggt circlets of the purest gold. Some coloured gems others jjblazed with stars some were thick with perils tfr' gold was of elaborate pattern others b° a strange mark and heavy dint. Each crown," said the Qaeen, mortal life, every act of which life is Pm the crown. These pearls once were tea*8 glorious diamond stars were works doD good of suffering people, and the W.j t0^ stars shine on earth still. Tbat," she-sa 1 Pjji ing a splendid sapphire, was a written by a good man. Men and f0j, still. They call it 'The Christmas when they read it to the chime of bells, pity and love awakes anew in When these crowns are put on the ™ kings and queens for evermore, and remove them except to cast them before. Throne In love and gratitude. They < for evermore, for pain, sickness, and S vp of the things passed away." ?' Can little children win these croW° Elsie rather timidly. 'iW The Queen, with a smile of ness, pointed to a tiny gold circlet. Wfl ..1, crown of the policeman's three years, for whose sake hep' little homeless waif. All may win the /r Era Elsie could reply, the beauty the Qaeen, the busy gleaners, all ho and she lay upon her own bed.

DESPICABLE B-E HAVIOUfl. Nantyffylton Colliers At Bridgend Police Court on jarnin Jenkins, riarnado-street, VT and Alfred Hill, 93, High-street, a two young colliers, were sntnm°° ? Leakey, assistant to Dr. Walter i for using obscene language towaro a^iS$A Leakey said that he was walking wi'* jgo 4* panion along the road leading to tii*4 hospital at Maesteg when he notice being watched and followed, as Bien.g> bobbing up over hedges and mounhe(i#0 i&A back suddenly and jumping over a, gke" field he caught the defendants ana jjifl1$J what they meant by spying af°heto *5 Wj objectionable fashion. He Mked names, bat they refused to give tn disgustih? language towards him. yj gave information to the police. t 9 said that on receiving a conjPf_,e0dflP Leakey he went in search of the a 0f a found them in the neighbourhood1 tion hospital. He told tbem v* reported for using obscene I**1??* Hill said » I don't care a iL prev,S> W ness had received complaints tn w y., day night from two he been followed along this road by$0 Chairman said that Dr. mended for having taken the daØSs VVO Hill said » I don't care a iL prev,S> W ness had received complaints tn w y., day night from two he been followed along this road by$0 Chairman said that Dr. mended for having taken the this case forward. The defenaa |0 fined £ 2 each, and pay at once 0 4