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L!1 Lil Li I ?J!?M?!M3rtMI?AnECaBEM*y Synopsts of Previous Chapttfs. CHAPTERS I to ill.—Elwood Randolph is living recklessly along the winter roads when he notices smoke ascending from the chimney of the Whispering Pines, the de- terted country dub-houae whe he had him- self locked up that very day. Leaving hts horse t*.nd sleigh in a. pine grove, he crosses the mow to the house and enters by the open door. He Snds a. man's coat and hat on the hat-ra<;k, and is about to strike a light when he sees a. young girl coining downstairs with a Hghtcd candle. Sobbing, she rushes out and iocka the door. He has recognised her as farmd Cumberland. Then Randolph nnds that the man's coat and hat have disappeared. Con- tinuing his search, he &nds in the room where a ii:'c had been lighted, and under a pile of uushions, the dead body of Adelaide Cumber- tand. the woman he was engaged to marry. fie suspects suicide, but sees the marks of fin- gers on her throat and realises that she has been murdered. He decides to keep silence )tS to Carmel's visit to the house. He is puz- zled by the presence of liqueur glasses, and is on the point of emerging into the blinding snowstorm when he hears a loud knocking. Two police ofBcers enter and search the house. Randolph enters the room after they have found the body. CHAPTERS IV. A V.—Randolph asks the policemen to help him to solve the mystery of his fiancee's death. They seem to suspect I him, and he tells them the story of his visit to The Whispering Pines. They are stiti incredu- lous. and cross-question him as to his move- ments, afterwards telephoning for more assis- tance. The arrival of additional police is fo!- towed by a thorough search af the house. A number of bottles of whisky and wine are touud on the kitchen table, and a coat and hat in thecloset. Then the coroner, Dr. Perry, HTives, and questions Elwood Randolph as U) his relations with Adelaide and Carmel Cumberland. The Coroner shows Randolph a lote which the latter had written to Carmet Mking her to elope with him and marry him. Randolph explains that he had fallen in love with the younger sister, although he was Mtgaged to the elder that he tried to end an Impossible situation in the only possible way, but that Carmel, although she loved him, had bailed him. It was on his way back from the ttation that he called at the club-house. He cemembers leaving his keys at the Cumber- 1and's after dinner. CHAPTERS IV & V.—Randolph asks the policemen to help him to solve the mystery of Ms fiance's death. They seem to suspect him. and he tells them the story of his vistit to The Whispering Pines. They are st'll in- credulous and cross-question him as to his movements, afterwards telephoning for more itssistance. The arrival of additional police is followed by a thorough search of the house. A number of bottles of whisky and wine are tound on the kitchen table, and a coat and hat tn a closet. Then the Coroner, Dr. Perry, arrives, and questions Elwood Randolph as to his relations with Adelaide and Carmel Cumberland, The Coroner shows Randolph t note which the latter had written to Carmel asking her to elope with him and marry him. Randolph explains that he had fallen in love with the younger sister, although be was en- gaged to the elder that he tried to end t<n impossible situation in the only possible <vay, but that Carmel, although she loved him, had failed him. It was on his way back from I' the station that he called at the chib-house. Se remembers leaving his keys attheCum- berlands after dinner. CHAPTERS VI, & VII.—Tbe Coroner re- 'ininds Elwood Randolph that two liqueur glasses have been found in the room of the tnurder, and another, unused, in an adjoining closet, but Randolph pleads ignorance of their purpose. Next morning he is arrested for the murder of Adelaide Cumberland, despite his protestations of innocence. He hears that Carmel has been badly buxnt about the face, tnd is delirious. During his exa.mina.tion before the magistrates, Randolph is relieved to find that no suspicion of complicity in the murder attaches to CaHnel Cumberland. Zadok Brown, the Cumberland's coachman, declares &hat Arthur Cumberland's sleigh had been out on the pre .ious night. This Arthur stoutly denies. Randolph conjectures that the two misters had harnessed up the sleigh and driven to The Whispering Pines, Miss Carmel wearing man's hat and overcoat. Randolph's lawyer riend. Clifton, calls to see him in prison. The termer tells him all he can, and, seeing in- credulity in the other's face, protests his inno- cence. Clifton agrees to defend him. CHAPTERS VIII and IX.—Elwood Ran- dolph is compelled to admit to his friend and 'ouasel, Clifton, that he cannot tell him every- thing. Clifton points out that his friend's note to Ca.rme! might alao be read as an invitation i.o Adelaide to come to The Whispering Pines. B[is passion ior Carmel, too, would supply a motive for the murder of Adelaide. Further, Randolph's key was found in the wine cellar door. The imprisoned man insists that some tthcr man is involved in the affair. He decides to divulge part of his knowledge of events to 'he authorities, and asserts that a sleigh driven by a man in a Derby hat left the grounds of The Whispering Pines just aa he entered them. When Clifton next calls he tells his friend that Carmel will probably not be better lor weeks, and that her sister will be buried at nnce, as strangulation was evidently the cause )f death. He comments on the suppression of the evidence of the cordial glasses, but Ran- iotph begs him not to speak of it. CHAPTER X. 0 he sits high in all the people's hearts And that, which would appear offence in us, His countenance like richest alchemy Will change to virtue and to worthiness. —" Jutius Caesar." There is just one point I should !ike to im- press on you,"said Clifton aa hesatincon- Stsvewith Coroner Perry and District Attorney Fox, who had come over to take charge of the case. The ring which Miss Cumberland wore M the sign of her engagement to my client, Mr. Elwood Randolph, was not on her hand when he came upon her, as he declares he did, dead. ft was there, he swears, at dinner, but missing when he found her. If she took it oS before starting for The Whispering Pines, it should easity be found. But if she did not, what a clue it oSers to her unknown assailant' The chances are, all circumstancea considered, that Miss Cumberland might have returned the ting thresh the post. May I ask if it has been received ? No," sa;d Coroner Perry. It has not." Then," said Clifton, as Mr. Randolph's <egal adviser, I am very anxious to have that ting found. I ask your pardon for having \;alled attention to this detail, but its import Mice is undeniable." Quite,' said Attorney Fox. "The point tthall receive immediate attention." I ask no more." said Clifton, rising to depart. Before you have finished with my dient, you will esteem him much more highly than you do now." As he left the room the detective from New york entered. Caleb Sweetwater was his name. In regard to personal appearance the newcomer was no beauty. He was plain to the point of ogliness. but his modest and cheerful air more than counterbalanced that. Coroner Perry introduced him to the District Attorney, and then brieny ran over the salient points of the case. Sweetwater listened to all that was said with snapping eyes, and when he ':lad been given the various clues indicating the presence of a third, and as yet unknown, party on the scene of the crime, he rose excitedly to his feet, declaring that the case was one of the most promising he had ever taken in hand. Tlis enthusiasm was contagious. Sweetwater first spent half-an-hour with Hexford, and then he fumed his attention to *.he House of the Whispering Pines. Here he lingered fer nearly an hour, going frotp room to room, and re-constucting the crime in his own mind. The spirit bottles in the kitchen had a peculiar fascination for him. sort of a man was it who had chosen and carried off the two choicest bottles that the club-house con tained ? Hia search for the man who wore a Derbv hat was Ji1œly to be a long one. He' left the club by the northern gate. fhia road was an outlying one, and but little travelled, save \in the height of summer. Under ordinary circumsta-ncesSwoetwaterwould Äave met not more than half-a-dozen farts or Pledges between the club-house gates and the beginnings of the city streets. But to-day the Toad was full of teams carrying all sorts of in- congruous people, eager for a sight of the spot made for ever notorious by a mysterious crime. He noted them all. Ae faces of the men. the gestures of the women but he did not show anv special interest until he came to that por- tion of the road where the- long line of half- buried fences began to give way to a few* scattered houses. Then spirit woke, and he became quick, alert, and persuasive. He entered the houses, he talked with the people. Though evidently not a dissipated man. he stopped at several saloons, taking hia time with his glass. encouraging the chatter of all who chose to meet his advances. Hf was a natural talker, and welcomed ever topic but his eye only sparkled at one. This he never introduced himself; he did not need to. Some- one was always ready with the great theme and once it was started he did not let the con- versation languish till everyone present had givRn his or her quota of hearsay or opinion to the general fund. He had teft the country road behind, and had ) entered upon the jumble of sheds, shops, and streets. which marked the beginnings of the town in this direction, when his quick and experienced eye fell on a woman standing with uncovered head in an open doorway, peering up the street in anxious expectation of someone not yet in sight. He liked the air and well kept appearance of the woman he appreciated the neatness of the house at her back. and gauged at its proper value the interest she dis- played in the expected arrival of one whom he hoped would delay that arrival long enough for him to get in the word which by this time dropped almost unconsciously from his lips. But a second survey of the woman's face convinced him that his ordinary loquacious- ness would not serve him here. There was a refinement in her aspect quite out of the kecp- with tile locality in which she lived, and he was hesitating how to proceed when fortune favoured him by driving against his knees a small lad on an ill-directed sled, bringing him almost on the ground, and upsetting th child, who began to scream vociferously. It was the woman's child, for she made in- stantly for the gate which for some reason, she found difSculty in opening. Sweetwater, seeing this. blessed his lucky stars. He was at his best with children, and catching the little fellow up. he soothed and fondled him. and finally brought him into such a merry air of triumph straight to his mother's arms, that confidence between them was immediately established and conversation started. He had an ingenious little invention in his pocket which he had exhibited all along the road as an indispensable article in every well-kept house. He wanted to show it to her, hut it was too cold a day for her to stop out- side. Wou)dD't she allow him to step in and allow him to explain how her work could be materially lessened and her labour turned to play by a contrivance so simple that a child could run it ? f It waa all so ridiculous in face of this woman's quiet intelligence that he laaghed at his own words, and his laughter, echoed by the child, and in another instant by the mother, made everything so pleasant for the moment that she insensibly drew back while he pulled open the gate, only remarking aa she led the way in I was looking for my husband. He may come any minute, and I'm afraid he won't care much about contrivances to save me work —that is. if they cost very much." Sweetwater, whose hand waa in his pocket, drew it out. You were watching for yoor husband ? Do you often stand in the open doorway, look- ing for him. If you do," he went on im- perturbably, but with a good-humoured smile. which deepened her favourable impression cf him, how much I would give if yon had been standing there last Tuesday night when a certain sleigh and horse went by on its way up the hill." She was a self-contained woman, this wiie of a master mechanic in one of the great shops hard by, put her jaw fell at this, and she forgot to chide or resist her child when he began to pull her towards the open kitchen door. Sweet; water, sensitive to the least change in the human face, prayed that her husband might be detained if only for nve minutes, while he, Sweetwater. worked this promising mine. You were looking out," he ventured. And you did see that horsf and sletgh. What luck It may save a man's life." Save r' she repeated, staggering back & few steps, and dragging the child with her. Save a man s life What do yon mean by that?" Not much if it was any sletgh and any horse, and at any hoar. Bnt if it was the horse and sleigh which left the Whispenmg: Pines at ten or half-past ten that night, then it may mean life and death to the man now in goal under the dreadful charge of murder." The woman stared at him blankly. Who are you ?" she said at length. Yon have not toid me your real business. No. madam, and I ask yoor pardon. I feared that my real business, if made known to you. might startle, perhaps frighten you. I am a detective on the look out for evidence in the case I have just mentioned. I have a. theory that the most important witness m the same drove by here at the boor and on the night I have named, I want to substantiate that theory. Can you help me ?" A sensitiveness to.and quick appreciatton of, the character of those he addressed was one of Sweetwater's most valuable attributes. No giossin? of the truth, howcverskilfully applied, would have served hnn with this woman so well as this simple statement, followed byna ,equally simple and direct inquiry. Scrutiny ising him over the child's head. she gayR but a casual glance at the badse he took pains to show her. then in as quiet and simple tones aa he had himself used, she made this reply I can help you. You make it my duty, and I have never shrunk from duty. A horse and sleigh did go by here on its way up the hul last Tuesday night at about eteven o clock. I remember the hour because I was expecting mv husband every minute tust as I am now. He had some extra work on hand tha.t night which he expected to detain him till eleven or a qnarter after. Supper was to be ready at a, quarter after. To surprise him I had beatcu up some hiwuits and I had just put them in the pan when I heard the clock strike the hour. Afraid that he would come before they were haked, I thrust the pan into the oven and ran to the front door to took out. It was snowing very hard. and the road looked white and empty, but I heard something coming from below, and presently a horse and sleigh came in sight which as it reached the gate drew up in a great hurry, as if something was the matter. Frightened, becaosc I'm always thinking of harm to my husband whose work is very daeroUR. I ran out bare-hf"adl'd to the gate, where 1. saw why the man in the slei$th was making me such wild gestures. His hat had blown oS and was lying close up against the fence in front of me. Anxious always to obUgc. I made haste to snatch at it and carry it out to its OWDE'J". I r.,ceived a sort of thank you. and would never have remembered the occurence if it had not been for that murder and if——" She paused doubtfully, ran her Sneers ner- vously over the child's head looked a.gain at Sweetwater waiting expectantly for her next word, and faltered painfully if I had not recognised the horse." Sweetwater drew a deep breath it waa such a happy climax. Then. as she showed no signs of saying more, asked aa quietly as his rapidly-beating heart permitted ;— Didn't you recognise the man?" Her answer was short, but quite as candid aa her expression. No. The snow was blinding, besides he wore a high coHar in which his head was sunk down almost out of sight." But the horse——" Waa one which is often driven by here. I had rather not tell you whose it is. I have not told anyone, not even my husband, about seeing it on the road that night. I couldn't somehow. But if it wiH save R, man's life a.nd make clear who kiiled that good woman, ask any one on the in what stable you can 'find a, grav horse with a lare black spot on his left shoulder, <Mid you wiH know as much about it as I do. Isn't that enough, sir! I must dish my dinner up before John comes in." Yes, yes it's almost enough. Just one question, madam. Was the hat what folks call a derby ? Like this one. madam.' he ex plained, drawing his own from behind his back. Yes. I th'nk so. As wctt as I can remember. it was like tha.t. I'm afraid I didn't do it any good by my handling. I had to clutch it quick and I'm sure I bent the brim, to say nothing of smearing it with How ?'' Sweetwater had started for the door. but stopped, all eagerness at this ]ast remark. ''lhad bn cutting out biscuits and my hands were white with nou' she explained simply. But that brushes off easity I don't suppose it mattered." No. no. he hastity assented. Then white he smiled and waved his hand to the iittle urchin who had been his means of introduction to this possibly invaluable witness, he made one nnal plea and tha.t was for her name. Eliza Simmons." was the straightforward reply and this ended the interview. CHAPTER XI. All things that we ordained festival. Turn from their onice to black funeral Our instrument? to melancholy baQis Our wedding cheer to a, sad burial feast' And all things change them to thf contrary. —" Romeo and Juliet." Fifteen minutes later hc.stoodinannely- wooded street before an open gateway guarded bv a policeman. Showing his badge, he passed in and entered a long and slightly curved drive-way. As he passed up this he took a glance at the house. It was not as pretentious as he expected, but infinitely more inviting. Low and rambling, covered with vines and nestling amid shrubbery, which even in winter gave it a, habitable air. it looked as much the abode of comfort as of luxury, and gave in outward appearance at least, no hint of the dark shadow which had so !ate!y fatten across it. The funeral of Miss Cumberland had been set for <hree o'clock that afternoon, and it was now half-past two. As Sweetwater reached the head of the driveway, he saw the first of a long 6tc' of carriages approaching up the street. Lucky that my business takes me tn the stable." thought he. What is the coachman's name ? I ought to remember it. Ah. Zadok Zadok Brown. There's a combination for you!" He had reached this point in his soliliquy (a bad habit of his. for it sometimes took audible expression) when he ran against an- other policeman set to gu!t1"d the side door. A moment's parley and he !eft this man behind, but not before he had noted this door and the wide and hospitable verandah which separ- ated it from the driveway. ? "I am milling to go all odds that I shall 6nd that verandah the most interesting part of the house," be remarked in qa:et conviction to himself, as he noted its nearness to the stable and the ease with which one could step from it into a vthicle passing down the driveway. It had another point of interest, or rather the wing bad to which it was attached. As his eye travelled back across this wing. in his lively walk towards the stable, he caught a passing glimpse of a nurse's face and figure in one of its upper windows. This located the sick chamber, and uncunsciously be hushed his steps and moved with the greatest caution, though he knew that this sickness was not on of the nerves and that the loudest sound would fail to reach ears lapsed in a blessed, if alarm- ing. unconsciousness. Once round the corner he resumed a more natural pace and perceiving that the stable door wasctosedbutthata windowwe)! up the garden side was open, he cast a look towards the kitchen window at his back and encountering no watchful eye, stepped up to the former and peered in. A man sat with his back to him polishing a bit of harness. This was probably Zadok, the coachmam. As his interest was less with him than with the stalls beyond, he let his eyes travel on in their direction when he sud- denly experienced a momentary confusion by observing the head and shoulders of Hexford leading towards him from an opposite window in much the same fashion, and certainly with exactly the same intent as himself. As their glances crossed, both flushed and both drew back, only to return again, each to his several peephole. Neither. meant to loose the advan- tage of the moment. Both had beard of the white horse, and wished to identify it—Hex- ford for his own satisfaction, Sweetwater as the nrst link of the chain leading him into the mysterious course mapped out for him by fate. That each was more or less under the sur- vciU&nce of the other did not occasion trouble to either of them. There were three stalls, and in each stall a horse stamped and ngetted. Only one held their attention. This was a mare on the extreme left, a large grey animal with a cur- ious black patch on its near shoulder. The faces of both men changed as they recognised this distinguishing mark, and instinctively their eyes met across the width of the open space separating them. Hexford's Cager rose '?t?*. ——i?) You'd better aaawer th&t quest ion. Where did this bit o! broken bottle come fM<n t" to his mouth, but Sweetwater needed no aach caction. He stood, silent as his own shadow vhile the coachman rubbed away with less and less purpose. till bis hands stood quite sti!! and his whole figure drooped in irres- istible despondency. As he raised his face, moved perhaps rby that eenae of a watchful preBence to which all of .us are more or lesa suaceptiMe, they were both surprised to see teaM on it. The next instant he had started to his feet, and the bit of harness had rattled from his hands to the noor. Who are you," he asked, with a t<ni<:h of anger, quite natural under the circumstances. can't you come in by the door and not creep sneaking up to take a man at disadvantage." As he spoke be dashed away the tears with which his cheeks were stil! wet. "I thought a heap of my young mistress," he added, in evident apology for this display of what such men call weakness I didn't know that it was in me to cry for anything, but I find that, I can cry for her." Hexford !eft his window, and Sweetwater slid from his. Next minute they met at the stable door. Had luck ?" whispered the local omcer. Enough to bring me here," acknowledged the other. Do you mean to this hooae or to this stable ?" To this stable." Have you heard that the horse was out thatnjght?" Yes-she was out." Who driving ?" Ah That's the question This man can't felt you." A jerk of Hexford's thumb in Zadok's direc. tion emphasised this statement. But Im going to talk to him for all that." He wasn't here that night; he was at a dance. He only knows that the mare was out." Bat I'm going to taH9 to him. May t come, too ? I'll not interrupt. I've just fifteen minutes to spare." You can do as you plasc. I've nothing to hide-from you, at any rate." Which wasn't quite true; but Sweety ater wasn't a stickler for truth, except in the state- ments he gave his superiora. Hexford threw open the stable door, and they both walked in. The coachman was not visible, but they could hear him moving about above, grumbling to himself in none too en- couraging a way. Evidently he was in no mood for visitors. I' be down in a minute," he called out, as their steps sounded on the hard wood neor. Hexford sauntered over to the stalls. Sweet- water stopped near the doorway and glanced very carefully about him. Nothing seemed to escape his eye. He even took the trouble to peer into a waste bin, and was just on the point of lifting down a bit of broken bottle from an open cupboard when Brown appeared on the staircase dressed in his Sunday coat and corrying a bunch of fresh hot-house roses. He stopped midway as Sweetwater turned towards him from the cupboard, )'ut immedi- ately resumed his descent and was ready with his reply when Hexford accosted him from the other end T)f the stable. An old beast, this. They don't drive her for her beauty, that's evident." She's fast and she's knowing," grumbled the coachman Reafton enough for over- looking her spots. Who's that man ?" he grunted.with a drop of his lantern jaws and a alight gesture towards the unknown inter- Another of us," replied Hexford.with a shrug. We're both rather interested in this horse." Wouldn't another time do ?" pleaded the coachman, looking gravely down at the flowers he held. It's most time for the funeral, and I don't feel like talking, indeed, I don't, gen- tlemen." We won't keep you." It was Sweetwater who spoke. The mare's company enough for me. She knows a lot. this mare. I can see it in her eye. I understand horses we'llhave a little chat, she and 1. when you are gone." Brown cast an uneasy glance at Hexford. He'd 1 etter not touch her," he cautionecll He don't know the beast well enough for that." He won't touch her." Hexford assured him She does look knowing, don't she ? Would like to tell us something, perhaps. Was out that night. I've heard you say. Curious How did you know it ?" I've said and said til! I'm tired." Brown answered with sudden heat." This is pester- ing a mnn at a very unfortunate time. Look the people are coming. I must go. My poor mistress and poor Miss Carmel I liked 'cm do ye understand ? L'ked 'cm— and I do feel* the trouble at the house, I do." His distress was so genuine that Hexford was inclined to let him go but Sweewater with a word held th<- coachman where he was. The old gal is telling me all about it." mut- tered this sly. adaptable fellow. He had sidled up to the mare and their heads were certainly very close together Not touch her ? See here Sweetwater had his arm round the mare's neck, and was looking straight into her neryand intelligent eye. "Sha.111 pass her storv on ? he asked, with a magnetic smile at the astonished coachman, which not only softened him, but seemed to give the watchful Hexford quite a new idea of this gauky inter- loper. You'll oblige me if you can put her know- ledge into words." the man Zadok declared. with one fascinated eye on the horac and the other on the house where he evidently felt that his presence was wanted. She was out that night. a.nd I know it, a.s any coachman would know who dosen't come home stone drunk. iBut where she was and who took her, get her I' j to tell if you can, for I don't know no morc'n t the dead." t The dead," flashed out Sv/ectwater, wheel- ing suddenly about and pointing straight through the open stable-door towards the house where the young mistress the old ser- vant mourned. lay in her funeral casket. Do you mean her ? the ladv who is about to be buried ? Could she tell if her lips were not sealed by a murderer's hand ? She The word came low and awesomely. Rude and uncultured as the man was, he seemed to be strangely affected by this unex- pected suggestion. 'I bavn't the wit to answer that,"said tie,. "How can we tell what she knew. The man who killed her is in gaol. He might talk to some purpose. NNhy don't you question him ? 16 For. very good reason," Sweet- water, with an easy good nature that was very reassuring. He was arrested on the spot so that it wasn't he who drove this marc home, unharnessed her, put her back in her stall, locked the stable door and hung up the key m its place in the kitchen. Somebody else did that." That's true enough, and what does it show ? That the mare was out on some other errand than the one which ended in blood and murder," was the coachman's unexpected retort. Is that so ? whispered Swcetwater into the mare's cocked ear. She's not quite ready to commit herself." he drawled, with another enigmatical smile at the lingering Zadok. She's keeping something back. Are you ? he pointedly inquired. leaving the stalls, and walking birskly up to Zadok. The coachman frowned and hastily retreated a step, but in another moment he leaped in a rage upon Sweetwater, when the sight of the sight of the Sowers he held, recalled him to himself, and he let his hand fall again with the quiet remark You're overstepping your dooty I don't know who you are or what you want with me, but you're overstepping your dooty." He's right." muttered Hexford; better let the fellow go See one of the maids is beckoning to him." He shall go and welcome if he will tell me where he gets his ta.ste for this special brand of whiskey." Sweetwater had crossed to the cupboard and taken down the lower half of the broken bottle which had attracted his notice on his first entrance, and was now holding it out with a quizzical look at the departing I; Hexford was at his shoulder with a spring, and together they inspected the label stiti sticking to it, and which was that of the very rare and expensive spirit found m issmg from the club-house vault. This is a nnd." muttered Hexford into his fellow detective's ear. Then wtth a autck move towards ZàdGk. he shouted out: You'd better answer that question. Where did this bit of broken bottle come from ? They don't give you whiskey like this to drink." That they don't," muttered the coachman, not so much abashed as they bad expected. And I wouldn't care for it if they did. I found that bit of bottle in the ash-barrel out< side and nshed it out to put vamish in. I' liked the shape." Broken this way ? Yes, it's just as good." Is it? Well, never mind. run along. We'll close the stable door for you." I'd rather do it myself and carry in the key." j Here then we're going to the funeral, too. You'd like to ? This latter in a whisper to Swewtwate). The answer was a fervent one. Nothing in all the world would please this protean-natured man quite so well. (To be continued.)
AT MERRY HARRIERS.
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AT MERRY HARRIERS. SEQUELTO CARDtFF CABMAN'S DEATH. AtBarryon Monday Thos. B.Clodc. landlord of the Merry Harrier Hotel. LIandough, was summoned under the Licensing Act. Mr Harold Doyd defended. The case was the sequel to an inquest on a Cardiff cabman, who was found dead in Sioper-road, Grangetown, after falling from his box seat. Inspector Butler, of the Cardiff Police, gave evidence that on the morning of December 7th he was on duty in Sloper-road, when he found a cab tilted against the fence. They could not nnd the driver, but inside the cab were a seaman and a woman, both asleep. He woke them, but they did not know where the driver was, and thought they were being driven to Cardiff. Seeking in the water at the side of the road he found the body oHhe driver. Inside the cab he found a second hat which was afterwards claimed by another woman. The statement of the woman who was found in the cab was read over. and Mr Lloyd, in reply to the charge of opening during pro- hibited hours, said that there was no evidence that the persons served were not bona-Gde travellers. Clode, the defendant, who has been the holder of the licence for 26 years, said the house was situated half-way between Cardiff and Barry, on the main road. Once or twice a week he was required to get up to supply travellers after midnight. On this occasion he declined to get up at first, but the cabman told him he was ill, and witness then did so. He interrogated the two women and the seaman. They were sober, and were on their way to Barry. The women and the seaman were strangers and looked quite respectable people. They had whiskey and rum and biscuits about 12.50 a.m. and left in half an hour, the cab travelling in the direction of Barry. Dr. Howcll Rees and Mr J. Lowden, on the Bench, intimated that they found that the purchaser of the drink was not a bona-fide traveller, hut in consideration of the previous good record they imposed the mitigated penalty of JE2 and costs. Mr Harold Lloyd gave notice of appeal.
I CURtOUS THEFT CHARGE.
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CURtOUS THEFT CHARGE. At Neath on Monday (before the Mayor a.nd othermaglstrates) John Davies.ioreman painter, [ Charles-street, was summoned for stealing three brushes and a painter's pail, together valued at 20s, the property of his employers, Messrs Waring, Cole, and Waring, contractors, Neath. Mr Matthew Arnold prosecuted, and Mr A. J. Jeffreys defended. Mr Herbert Waring, one of the partners, said defendant had been in their employ since September, 1908, and he had charge of the keys of the stores. Last week witness took stock, and a number of articles were found to t'e missing. He (witness) after- wards asked defendant about them, and he replied that one of the brushes was at his house. Defendant told him that he had taken the brush home for the purpose of wearing it down. Police Sergeant Michael spoke to executing the search warrant. Defendant said he took one brush homo for the purpose of breaking it in," and it was his usual custom to take the brushes home to clean them. He had no intention of stealing the articles. He admitted that if he had cleaned the brushes at the stores he would have been paid at the rate of 8d an hour, but by doing it at home got nothing. The Bench imposed a fine of JE1 and costs.
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THE PORTE AND CRETE. Constantinople, Monday.—In the Chamber to-day the Grand Vizier read the programme of the n"w Cabinet, which is practically on the lines of the forecast already telegraphed. The Grand Vizier subsequently ampHftfd verbally several ptssagcs in the statement of policy, notably that referring to Crete. He made the im- portent dt''la.ra.tion that the Government wa<i prepared to extend to the Cretans the largest measure of autonomy, but was resolved to u hold by a! I nic-in,; in its power the Sultan's Sovereign rights. The declaration was loudly t cheered.—Reuter.
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17 0) UK) tmpossibk Betty. I' By EVELYN EVERETT GREEN, Author of The Marriage of Marcia" A Queen of Hearts. Married in Haste," &c., &c. No, father. it is all settled now we c<m't change anything. Besides, really, Betty, is im- possible!" ?.? Mr Carew looked a. trine harassed. Mituda was an able ruler of his house, and his life was m&de comfortable enough, but from time to time he woke up with the qaalm of conscience concerning his younger child. And to-day he uttered a mikt remonstrance. My dear. Betty is twenty ? she is not a child but she goes nowhere. I do not bhmk that quite fair. And if you say that we can- not go four to Lady Wilton's fete. don t you think Mabel would stay at home for once, and tet Betty go ?" Certainly not, father. Mabel and I have our new dresses alt ready. Betty has not a rag fit to put on. Here she comes up the garden. Just look at her. Betty always was, and al- ways wilt be impossibte Picturesquefy framed by a small avenue of nut trees, Betty was slowty approaching tne house, her short curly hair crowned with flowers, half a dozen dogs leaping and bound- ing besiue her.. her brown hands, innocent of gloves, swinging a basket and wielding a dog- whip, her russetcolouring wonderfully set off by a simple dress of red and yeUow striped cotton, fashioned by her own fingers into somethmg resembling a smock, and belted at her trnn waist by a broad band of leather. She moved with a free elastic gait, there was buoyancy m every step her gay young voice trilled out snatches of song. She looked scarcely more than sixteen till she met the clear questioning shrewdness of her ctear dancing eyes. She had been accounted a plain child, and traditton of that kind dies hard. But as Mr Carew watched her approach to-day along the nut- walk, he was suddenly startled, and tummg upon his somewhat faded-looking nrst-bom, who looked every bit of her thirty years, he ex- claimed. My dear Matilda, Betty is going to turn out a beauty." Nonsense, father please don't put )deas into her head The only comfort about Betty is that if one lets her alone she doesn't try to bother us. Now just listen to me for nve minutes. I have something really important to say. 1 suppose you have heard the news of the place ? Lord Everand has come back to the Keep, and he wit! be presented to the neighbourhood at Lady Wilton's party on Thursday. And everybody believes that he has come back with the idea of marrying and settling down. You cam see for yourself what a great thing that would be for the neighbour- hood." i suppose it would—if he married suitably." And now. father, listen again. I want you to cultivate him. You knew his father. We are reatly his nearest neighbours. Across by the Re)d path and through the wood it is scarcely a mile to the Keep. Mabel is very good-looking, and quite a suitable age for him. He is twenty-seven and she twenty-six, Think what that would mean for us ;—and do be sociable and sensible. We shall meet him at Wilton Park it will be natural for you to make some neighbourly advance. Do try to be attractive, so that he may like to come here afterwards," Mr Carew looked a little bewildered. He was not used to be taken into the family counsels of his daughters, Matilda generally managed these matters in her own way. But Lord Everand, being young and a bachelor, it was needful to secure her father's co-operation if her plan was to be carried throagh, Betty was swinging contentedly in the .orchard when on Thursday afternoon the car- riage bore away her father and sisters to the function, which was known to have been ar- ranged with the view of introducing young Lord Everand to the neighbours he had scarcely seen since his early boyhood, Betty had not the smallest desire to be of this party her eyes were like wells of moonlit brightness aa she swung herself gently to and fro. Golden sunahine. dappled shadows, and slowly ripecr- ing fruit made a fitting setting for her Blender young frame, robed in simple white, with a mass of scarlet poppy at her belt. Mabel ts on the war-path, my friends." she spoke to an admiring semi-circle of de- lighted dogs. They all wagged their tails when- ever she addressed them, and sat up expec- tantly in the hope of hearing the m&gic word walk," But the afternoon was too hot just at present for that, and the orchard was de- I!ghtful. Maõél !a hoping for a lit-tle pocMt husband to drag at her chariot wheels, my children, and if she can secure this little, live lord—who, won't she think herself a priceless unicorn and Betty, her voice tippling with laughter, broke into one of her litHe snatches of inconsequent song, ending up with the coup- let— Those fellows dressed in unicorna, They think themselves so grand The dogs suddenly started barki&g. This was a little later, when Betty had been drowsing in her swing, The orchard overlooked thllt mea- dows through the meadows was a patn. little used saved by rustics, which led into the lane skirting the orchard wall. A man upon a cycle was advancing along this path. Betty watched him lazily through half-closed eyea, Her remarkably long sight told her he was hand- some. young, bronxcd. we!dressed, but in easy cycling garb. But for this she might have fancied him the youthfu! magnate whose return was exercising the neighbourhood somewhat, Rut he was otherwi&e engaged at Wilton Park. Perhaps this wax a valet or private secretary, since the path !ed straight from the Keep. Or ft might be just a travelling tom-tst driven bv motor dust from the hih road. He would have passed the gate unseeing but for the clamour made by the dogs. This ar. rested his progress, and rather to Betty s sur- prise he leaped off his wheel as he reached it. unhaspcd the hetvy gate. and made straight for her swin in the ancient apple tree, lift. ing his deerstalker's cap from close-cut fair hair as he did so. F I beg ten pardons, but I am hopelessly lost, hnd you looked so jolly and happy in here. I came in to have a talk. May 1 ? I always want to talk to people who enjoy doing/nothing. Most of 'em ate playing games or being cultured, or something equally fatiguing." he caught the light of laughter in Betty's eyes and held out a strong deeply bronzed band. Ah, 1 knew we were kindren spirits from the moment I set eyes on you. Will you tell me who you are ?" Betty's dogs were eagerly fawning upon the stranger, and from the way he responded she knew him for one of the inner brotherhood. Her piquant face, with its rich dusky bloom and slightly retrousse cast of feature, was up- turned to the sunny sky. I rather think I'm a changeling," she answered I say, how ripping was the answer, and without waiting for further introduction, he lay down amongst the dog? at Betty's feet. "And you," said Betty, with her face still turned skywards. arc Lord Everand's pri- vate secretary. Till you spoke I thought you might be his valet, perhaps but now I know you're the other one." Into the keen humorous blue-grey eyes the light of laughter leaped, but Petty drd not see. "I tell you I'm both. I lead a dog's life with the feHow dress him and shave him and write his tetters. Thank goodness he hasn't such a lot of them so far——" What a fool he must he," remarked Betty with unmistakable satisfaction in her tones, I'm glad you can't bear him—because I can't either you know him. then ?" Never saw him in my life but that makes no difference. He'll spoil my fun—or a lot of it!" "Btessmc! Do tell me how!" "Why. alt these years the woods and old g":i(ns and pleasances of the Keep have been ry happy hunting ground. They. belonged to m. nobody else cared for them. I've planted things in corners I've weeded out things that were spoiling my favourites. I' ?e watched the birds build—they all know me—even the squir- rels. I swim in the lake in hot weather—though nobody knows that. It' haa been my kingdom. And now the wretch, who knows nothing about it and cares less, has chosen to come back and spoil everything for me Betty sat upright in her swing, and added with sudden vicious- ness, "If you like you can tell him from me that I think he is—a beast'" I wil! spoke her companion with energy, let's hope it willl do him good Then a little ripple of laughter broke from Betty's rosy, roguish lips. Ah, but you needn't if it will make him angrv with you. That wouldn't be fair. Per. haps'it can wait tilt I sec him myself then I'll tell him." I say, though, wouldn't you be afratd ? "Not a bit,'answered Betty. "I'm im possible, you know. That's one of my names— impossible Betty. I always say the wrong; thing: that comes of being a changeling child!" I wish I'd been one," sighod the man In the grass. I've always wanted to change my stat<- from the time I was a kid." You should cu!Jvntc a contented and thankful spirit." quoth Bcttv with dancing eves. I dare say you often envy your mas- ter, and whh you stood in the shoes of a real live lord But if you did .{ust think how much nicer it ia to be tying at ease in a. grocn nr- chard than sweating in a h!ack at WHtfir) Park. and being tfotted out before all tup neighbourhood, as the last thing in little tame five lords Uptty stopped, for her companion had sud* donty sprung to his feet. 0, thunder he cxctnuncd.. Why. what's the matter ?" asked Betty. ''The matter is tha.thfa.m't there!" Holy Mosps, what a row I' get into You ? why —t" Wh)', don't you see'. I'm the chap that has to remember all these baliy thi gs. and dress t him up for 'em, if I don't trot him out myself too. And that foot's party went clean out of myhca.d. O.Jerusalem'" Then you'd better scoot back 11s fast as you can. and get your tame donkey into his bally to?, and trot him ofE as fast as you can." advtxcd Betty with the utmost, gravity. "I tell you there'll be ructions if he doesn't turn up. AH the world and his wife—and parti- cularly his daughters—are assembled there-—" You've not gone. Mis< Betty The Lord forbid was Betty's ejacula- tion. with upturned eye! and a wicked little mouth. Now. don't lose time—be on——" "But. but, I want to see you again. D' come and prowl ab )ut the Keep grounds. I'll take care you meet nobody worse than me there." But Betty made no promise, hustling him off remorselessly, and opiy relenting so far as to call out to his retreating I'm rather often nut here with the dogs ia the afternoon. Nobody ever comes here to mess or muddle." At dinner that night Matilda and Mabel were !in high feather. Lord Everard, though he had been late in appeariug. was absolutely charming when he did turn up, and had more than met half way the advances of Mr Carew. Their hostess had re-introduced him to his old neighbour, who certainly not have re- cognised in the tall and personabry young peer, the lanky !"choolb)y he remembered see- ing sometimes about his uncle's place, and who was regarded as the probable eventual heir. But Lord Everard declared that he remem- bered Mr Carew perfectly he greeted the ladies with much anability. and responded with cordiality to the invitation to drop in upon them in friendly fashion whenever he felt disposed, and to dine with them one even- ing in the following week. Betty listened with her tip-tilted nose in the air. "I needn't ,apoear at dinner if he comes— need I ?" she aaked. Four's a much better number than five. and I've got no dress." Of course you needn't dine if you don't want. dear." said Matilda, sweetly. "To be !n)rp odd numbers are rather inconvenient at dinner." So Betty spent the glowing afternoons in the orchard, and absented herself altogether from the little party who received Lord Everard at dinner. She heard his praises sung aloud, and would turn up her eyes and clasp her bands and give thanks that the age of para- gons was not yet gone bv. Her sisters shrugged her shoulders, and called her a footish child. But they never combated her resotve to be out of the way when the paragon was likely to appear. Truth to tell, they were uncom- monly glad of her absence for Betty in her summer whiteness, with her rich dasky bloom and piquant little words and ways was rather a disconcerting and disquieting element in the house, and certainly wanted no encourage- ment. But to the orchard from time to time, came the cyclist from the Keep. The dogs had learned to welcome him riotously. Betty's eyes took a new shining when she saw hint. He would leave his wheel at the gate. vault lightly over it in a style that delighted the girl, and lying in the grass at her feet would listen to her whimsical chatter, or answer her cross- examination as to the kind of life he led up at the Keen with his bear-leader, whom he was wont to dub that bally ass." "Tell me what he's like." said Betty one day. idly swinging to and fro with the sun- Hcrht glinting down upon her—a perfect Frll.gonard demoiselle as her* companion had told her. all daintiness and butterfly grace. Why don't you come to church and see for yourself. Miss Betty ? She made a little moue. I do go to chijrch—not that stuSy old parish place, with greasy littte yelling boys and parsons who drone through their noses. I and the dear boys go to the little pilgrims chapel up on the hill yonder. There's a dear old man takes the service there—for love. The boys sit outside, and never bark and I go in and sit near the open door,a.nd watch the sky and the birds, and feel nearer to heaven——" .Tovc I'll come too That's a scheme I didn't know they had service there——" They didn't until old Mr Dale came to live in the house near and ottered to take it. He's an old dear. He and I are tremendous friends. But I say, don't you go and tell the bally ass about it we don't want him poking his superb and aristocratic proboscis into any little show of oars. do we ? The gods forbid Bat what do you know about his lordship's proboscis. Miss Betty, see- ing aa how——" "Don't you think I hear about his many and great perfections ? I know all about his lordly mien. his entrancing voice, his splendid proportions, his faultless features He's the combination of & barber's block aad a San- dow a<!verti.se]:nent,)tnd how u conttive t6 pm<t up with him, month in, month ont, f simply can't imagm?." concluded Betty, with a vicious little shake of an her smalt person. Necessity is a hard taskmaster," quoth her companion his hands clasped beneath his head hia face upturned to the nickering leaves which veiled the sunny sky and Betty, with a little thrill of compunction realised that it was this man's poverty which made him the white- slave of the haughty lordling. I say." she suddenly exclaimed, will it make any dinerence to you when the creature marries ? "Is the creature thinking of marrying.do you suppose?" Well, thè girls hope ao pretty badly. They are both of them out on the warpath more or Icsa. Mabel's hope?- arc the highest, because old Matty ia more fit to be his aunt than his ppousc. But her idea is that when Mabel is Lady Everard. she can pick a husband for her- self from the distinguished guesta who will nock about the Paragon when he has house parties to the Keep." As her companion made no response to this confidence, a little qualm assailed Betty. I suppose I'm a fearful little beast saying these things about my own sisters. But one gets so sick of it all—after years of it' And you're a safe pal. You'd never breathe a word to him—would you now ? Not a svllable — honour bright, little Betfv'" "That's all right. I'd lute to <stop their little games, even though they do make me rather sick. But Mabel would do awfully well for a wife for the Paragon. > She's so fearfully superior herself, and almost pretty, and can froth and gush in quite a cultured way. She gfta little bits of real sense from Daddy, nnd dresses them up and passes them on as her own thoughts. Miss Bftty—vou see too much." So you would if you lived with it. You see through your bally ass or Paragon, just as I see through Mabel and Mattv." But why do you never give the Paragon a chance of seeing you ? Why, there might not be M impossible Betty for all he ever sees on h;s visits." Oh. that's all right. I'm too impossible to be on show. There's no knowing what I mightn't say if I and the Paragon met face to face. Let them catch him first, t'oor dears. Pf.rha.T)S when he is in hf' position of an ecstatic and succe.ARfullover, he will bn able to swallow the unpalatable morsel of an impos- sible Betty!" They laushpdtocether .and wandered through the orchard and along the meadow patha to- wards the Keep but Betty refused to enter that entrancins domain. It is spoilt for me now. It belongs to the paragon. If it were only yours now——" They looked into each other's eves and laughed. If it were would come, Betty ?" Of course I would come Thcv had been to service in the little church upon the hill top. Two months had passed since their first meeting in the orchard, and never many days without an encounter. The intense heat of the summer had kept Bettv almost en- tirely to her own cool haunts by riverside. orchard, and wood!and. He knew them al!. and they shared the sylvan joyp together. Betty went nowhere, and dropped into the back- ground almost as though she had no existence. It suited her. and it suited her sisters, and her drearnv father quickly forgo'; the nua.!ms which from tim'e to time awoke within him. He soothed himself by thinking that if Mabel married I lOrd EvM'ard. whom he had come greatly to like. then Betty would stfp into her vacant place at homo. and all would be well. You ask me to vour Betty." spoke hefcompanion. as they took the down- ward path. It was the afternoon service they bad attended to-day, and the shadows were growing loner. I know 1 don't. I suppose I am a, pie. but I don't like sharing mv friends with people. I like to have them all to myself." Why. that's iust my feeling I always had you to myself. Betty, and nobody else ever came near. But I've f?ot to see your people someday soon—and with you beside me to give me couracre. Betty do you understand what Imean?" She looked up at him through long veiling lashes which could not hide thf sparkling of her fyps. I—I love you, know that ? Ah. yes—I know And you !ovp me. Betty." "Ah.yrs—youknow." ?' And we are soing to take our lives into our hands, and care not a whit for what any- body says, and marry onf another and !i re happily ever afterwards is not that so Pf'ttv? Even if we have to live like the birds of the air and your friends the squirrels—win you mindthat.Betty?" I hal1 love it. Do you mean that your Paragon will give you the sack if you marry?" His eye" were fu!) of tenderness and laugh- i tcr. Will you mind that. Hetty ?" She roUfd up hfr eyes with a Inok hf knew wcH. His handa were c!a.spcd round, his arm tight. As it's Sunrlay. Ftl sing you a bit of two hyniM as I'vf heard them sung in a dear litHc chap';) roatly I have—quite gravely—by the swpftf'at of sweet good people listen Andma-a-ak thpfiac, And ma-a-ak th('' sac, And ma-a-ak the sacrifice complete Her lilting voice ran clear and true, and took upanother retrain.: j "WcIovetheeBet. '1 WeIovetheeBet, We love thee better than before tier arch eyes sought his fac<? laughingly. If we go along hand in hand. singing thoae dear o!d Methody hymns, don't you think they about sum up the situation ? Before be could answer there swept down upon them from a wooded knot! two excited and breathless ladies. Lord Everard—how perfectly charming of you—such a hot afternoon, too You wi!! come in to tea' So you and Betty have met at last—" The torrent of words continued but Betty stepped back with a face of consternation. You—the Paragon—you No, not the Paragon—your friend, Betty— .3 your lover, my darling She was unconscious of the terrinc sensation occasioned by these words Her eyes searched his face in dismay. You said your name was Dacre." So it is Everard is only my title. Any- body but an impossible Betty would h&ve known that' Mr Carew was coming forward drawn by the sound of excited voices. Betty, all in a whirl, only knew that she had to hold faat to hef lover's arm, or she could scarcely have stood at ,,11. They were swept into the house talk and tea overwhelmed them like waves. Betty knew not whether hours or minutes had passed before she heard the authorative tonea of a j voice that thrilled her through and through. ? There is plenty of daylight left, and it i< j cooler now. I am going to take Betty to the j Keep gardens for an hour. Then I will bring her back." She w<dked beside him as in a dream. At the place where hitherto she had always turned J back he paused. "Yon said if they were mine you would come. But they are not mine any longer—they are yours—your kingdom, sweetheart! She looked at him. words for ooce h&d failed through this astonishing hour. You will come in !—that is not impossible now, Betty ? Then her eyes quivered into a laugh the t dogs leaping around her joyously seemed to urge her into taking possession anew of her kingdom. I can't understand it yet—i sh&U be fear- fully angry with you. by and bye, I know. But, yes. I will come in. Nothing is impow- ? sibleto-day!" He tstooped and kissed her lips. ? Not even Betty '? And band in hand they passed into their ? kingdom—together. ? (The End.) Next Week :— "THE HOUSE OF DREAD." By Basil Tozer.
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Fire Tragedies ? MANANDWtFEBURNTTODEATH i By a nre which occmred at 361, London-roa,d. Thomton Heath, Croydon, early on SundayJ morning, Jamea Bamshaw. a florist, 65 yeart ? of age, and his wife were burnt to death ?< When the outbreak was discovered by < passing constable the premises were wet ? alight. Bamshaw and his two younger dauglr ters were seen at the window appe<Jing fot help, and the constable urged them to jumpL The two girls succeeded in reaching the grouo? The two girls succeeded in reaching the in safety, and another daughter also escaped. 'j through a back window. Their father dis. t appeared from the window as if to assist hM ] wife. who had apparently been overcome by 'j the i-mokc*. jjust then the floor gave way and j the pair were precipitated into the room below, where their charred bodies were afterward* found. SOOTDSH MAN5tON DESTROYED. Dargavel House, an ancient Scottish mansion s situated 12 miles from Glasgow, was on Satur- day almost gutted by nre, the damage amount- 1 ing to several thousand pounds. The oldest portion of the house was erected in the 15th century, and on one occasion sheltered for night Prince Charlie. The nre originated in the upper portions amd soon the names had 1 destroyed the nne old woodwork in the turretcd sections. Nearly a score of the rooms wert. completely gutted. The house waa tenanted by Mr A. J. Millar, member of a Glasgow ship* pingnnn.
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As Working Woman. J LADY COM8TAMCE LYTTON'S D!SGU<8t ? The Press Asaoci&tton is infooned that some' thing like a semaaiion has been caused ip, ? suftragist circles by the reception of the neww from Liverpool that Lady Comttance Lytton ? is at present incarcerated in WaJton GaoL ? Liverpool, disguised as a working woman, ane J is being forcibly fed. '1 It will be remembered that Lady Constancy ? was?en?jt?.p<MM)& .At?N<?ftMft)?fa<Mne timf ? ago. Mtd was aobjeated to ietethte feedja? ? She was liberated on the advice of Mr Herbert Gladstone, Home Secretary under the late administration, on the ground tha.t she had a weak heart. This she denied, and, in orde* to prove that she was not liberated for that „ reason. Lady Constance, on the Mth inst? ? attired as a working woman, went to Walton. ? Liverpool, and smashed the windows of the ? gaol. ? attired as a working woman, went to attired as a working woman, went to Walton. ? Liverpool, and smashed the windows of the ? gaol. ? She was ordered a fortnight's imprisonment, and has already served a week of the sentence. The prison authorities, according to the Women s Social and Political Union, have re- sorted to forcible feeding. Lady Consta-nce devised the plan herself, and the facts arc en- tire? new to the suffragists. She was sen- i tenced under the name of Miss Jane Warten, ? and said at the time that she wished to de' ? monstrate against the frog-marchJmg of Mist Jjj Selina Martin. ? The reason why she was released from New- castle Gaol. LadyConstance said, was because of her social connections, and that it WM simply Liberal snobbishness."
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LABOUR M.P.'S SALARtES. BUStNE83 AT NEWPORT CONFERENCE. Meeting at Newport on Wednesday, February 9th, the tenth annual conference of the Labour party will be continued on two following daye. The agenda has been issued. One topic for discussion will be the recommendation of tb& Executive Committee with reference to tha payment of members for the autumn Session of Parliament. They suggest that the Parlia- mentary Fund Constitution be amended so aa to provtde for the payment from the fund to aU members elected under the constitution oi equal sums not to exceed JE200 per annum fot an ordinary Session, beginning either it). January or February, and finishing not latet than the end of August. When the Session. exceeds this length a further payment at tht rate of JE10 per month during which Parliament is actually sitting shall be made. These pay- ments shall only be made to members whose l candidatures have been promoted by one of j more societies which have contributed to tb< j fund. and no payments shall be made to t j member or candidate of any society which ha< ? not contributed to the fund for one year. ? The Newton Labour Party propose that the ? cost <'f the railway fares to and irom the Houae of Commons of Labour member!) should be < charged upon the funds of the party, and that., ? if nccesaa.ry,a smalt extra levy be made to meet ? the cost of third class fares< Another amend- ment is the effect that a reasonable nxcd sum per annum should be allowed Labour members for third class railway expenses ?t between the House of Commons and their d constituencies, provided they are outside j London. ? Other matters to be considered concern ? unemploym<*nt, the nrcak-up of the Poor Law, ? old-age pensions—an extension of the scheme ? by limiting the age to 60 years being asked fot ? by limiting the age to 60 years being asked fór, —the House of Lords, electoral reform, cdu- ? cation, boy and girl labour, a shorter working day. factory and shop legislation, mining legislation, the Workmen's Compensation Act, the cat) trade legislation, the proposed Labour newspaper, the condition of public scr vice, the Character Note Bill. nationa)isation of the land. of railways, and of hospitals the fusion of the Labour party and the Trade Union Congress, and the payment of juries, A.c. -I
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NEGLECTED HORSE. Hane)ty Defendant Fined for Cruetty. At Llanellv on Monday Inspector WiHiam Roberts, of the R.S.P.C.A-. summoned Wm. John Rowc, Sandy, for <rue)ty to a horse. 'Defendant pleaded not guilty. Henry Tudor Astoria, Pjmbrcy-road, said that on January 2nd hia attention was drawn t.o a bay gelding belonging to the defendant. on the marsh. The following day he saw the animal lying on the neld. and it took men with planks and ropce to raise it up. Inspector Roberts said he spoke to the defendant, who promised to take the horse off the marsh, but when ho visited the place on the following Saturday the animal was still there. Witness told defendant that unless the horse was removed it would dia of starvation, and defendant said, Well, I cannot afford to feed him when he is idle. There is plenty of grass on the marsh." The horse was then removed. Defendant said that when he- bought the horse from a gipsy for &t 10s it was thin. The animal had not been worked much, but had been left on the marsh, where other horses were allowed to renuun. He had since so)d the animal for 5s. The H<'nch said that defendant had been vary eroci, anet nned him JM including costt.
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The funeral of Mr Percy Jones, of Ty Cetroa, Abersychan. whose death occurred at South- port on Tuesday, took place on Saturday, the interment being at the Trevethiu Churchyard. There was a large attendance, the coHicrics of Messrs Partridge. Jones and Co.. of which the deceased gentleman was a director, being idle for the day. The chief mourners Mf Wm. Jones, Mr Godfrey Jones. Mr Thoa. Jones, and Mr Hubert Jones (brothers), and Mf J. Paton (Pontypoot). and Mr L. Llewclly: (Clydaob. Rhondda) (brother-in-law). TtM omciatmg clergymen were the T. W Moore. Pontncwynydd, and Trevethin. 1