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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. TO-DAYY STORY. "EVENING EXPRESS" NEW SERIES Mere Bruno. COMPLETE. "Thou art well to do in the world. Jacques." "Yes. m'sieu; I have all I need," and Jacques Bruno leaned against the door of the village auberge with an air of prosperous content. It was a lovely summer evening, and the little village was transfigured by the rays of the setting sun into a beauty not its own. The long. straight road stretched away into the far distance, the fields and vineyards clothed in soft. spring green rejoiced the eye with their freshness, and even the humble cottages around looked bright and picturesque in the evening glow. The little auberge in the centre of the village, with its fowls and pigs, its horses and doge, formed a picture which would have delighted an artist's eye, and not the least pleasant figure in the piece was that of Jacques Bruno, the innkeeper. with his clean, well-shaven face. his pictu- resque blue cotton blouse, and wooden sabots. On fete days Jacques delighted his heart by appearing in coat and boots, in which he deemed himself the admiration of all be- holders, and was quite regardless of the fact that his heavy figure was only redeemed from vulgarity by the picturesquenese of his ordi- nary costume. Yet Jacques was not really a vulgar man; he was only stout and comfort. able, and dense with respect to everything in the world but his business. All that he had put his hand to prospered; his father had died soon after he was born. and Jacques, with the frugality and perseverance that dis- tinguish so many of his nation, had laboured in the sweat of his brow. and saved bis small earnings with the strictest economy, until. with the help of an uncle who appreciated his brave struggle with life. he had been able to establish hiik?elf in the village inn. and add to his business by selling fowls and other live stack, after the manner of the peasant pro. prietors-of France. And so now. though not much past forty. Jacques had time to get stout, and. leaning against his door-post as hr puffed his evening pipe. could amy. looking round on his possessions with pardonab'e pride, I have all I need." Circumstances had brought me for a time to a neighbouring town, and on my sketching expeditions I had net been long in discovering ths pretty village. Many a homely luncheon had I eaten at the inn. and many a pleasant chat had I had with Jacques Bruno. A few days of leisure had induced me to leave home and stay for a little while in the country, and it was on the evening of my arrival thai the conversation of which I have spoken took place. I h"d finished my supper and was just starting df on an evening stroll; there werr few people to meet. and I walked on in unin terrupted meditation. My life was strug- gling enough, a poor artist has not .,00 easy a time of it in this world, and I felt almost inclined to envy my friend the innkeeper hi" life of comfortable ease. I was leaning npon a gate as I pondered over my poiition. watching the sheep with lazy interest as they cropped the grass in the distance, when my attention was attracte. by a moving figure in the landscape. Like most of my craft. I regard things in the first place from an artist's point of view, and I was so absorbed in watching the effect of the setting suri upon the white cap and blue petti- coat of the old woman who came slowly to 1 wards me that I hardly thought of her as ¡J human being. As she came nearer, however. 1 could not but notice her appearance of ex treme age. She was bent almost double. an:" could hardly creep along with the aid of hei shtff; yet she stooped painfully from time to time, and picked up a stick, which she added to the bundle that ehe carried in her arms "What a crying shame for a woman of thai age to have to work!" I thought, and as sh<■ came up to the gate I spoke to her. "Good-morning, grand mere." I said. using the familiar name given to the old peasant- women in France; "is it necessary that you should gather sticks?" The old woman raited her face to mine with a look of puzzled inquiry; she was hale ar>,1 hearty still, but her senses were evidently dimmed with age, for her eyes, wMch were surrounded by a thousand creases, showed n\) gleam of intelligence as she answered. "It is for my son." she said. clasping her bundle closer, as though the feared I was about to rob her. "But cannot your son pick up sticks for himself." I asked indignantly. "Surely at your age he does not force you to woræ-for him?" My words were evidently unintelligible to the time-dulled ear. "It is for my sen." she muttered again; and seeing th'ht my interference disturbed her, I opened the gate and let her pass through. ."The world is sadly unequal," I thought; "th<j youngs and strong are idle while the old are still labouring/ Now. if I could re-arrangc things but my plan of reformation was never completed, for I heard a step behind me. and. turning, beheld the familiar figure o-f the village Cure. Father Berton was a venerable man. with kindly face and long white hair; he knew each of his flock by name, and had a friendly word for all. "Good-evening, father," I said. "Can you tell me who that old woman was who passed you just now on the road?" "That old woman? I thought everyone knew her. It was Jfere Bruno, the motehr of Jacques, the inn-keeper." "The mother of Jacques Bruno!" I exclaimed in amazement, a remembrance of the inn- keeper's comfortable figcre as I had seen it half an hour before coming back upon my mind. 1 "And why not?" asked the Cure. j "I shall never like Jacques again," I I answered indignantly; "a stout, lazy scoundrel, to stand smoking his pipe at his inn-door | while he allows his old mother to toil for him ( in the fields." "Gently, gently, my son." said the Cure; "you judge too hastily. Let me tell you the 1 story, lhat his mother toils so hard is the s one bitter drop in Jacques Bruno's cup. I do ] not say that it is not more his pride than his affection ta is wounded, but, still, you do him j wrong when you say that he allows it; he has ] often forbidden her to do it, but she cannot be kept from her work." "But what is her motive?" I asked half in- credulously. "Long habit. Her husband died in her t youth, and she has laboured all her life to sup- I port her children. Jacques would fain keep her in luxury now, but without work ehe would die." » "It is difficult to belfeve," I said. "Work for its own sake i snot so sweet tah I can under- stand how such hard labour can be the re- sutt of choice." "Ah," said the Cure slowly; "but this is not work for its own sake. It is different when one works for one whom one loves He paused a moment, and I looked away over 1 the fields towards the setting sun; there are some faces that show their thoughts so plainly that one has no more right to look at them in momenta of emotion, than to read letters that are meant for no third person's eye. "She has only one answer to all inquiries ( and remonstrances." he went on presently. ( 'It is for my son;' those are all the words that one can extract from her." j "That was her answer to me just now; and I own that I was too ready- in my blame; thank you for correcting me." I went on my way, strangely interested in the simple story that I had just heard. There seemed to me something infinitely pathetic in the motehr's instinct of providing, love j triumphing over age and infirmity, and still labouring for the child who no longer needed her care. But it was a pathos which I knew well would raise no admiration in the breaat of the practical innkeeper, and I studiously avoided the subject on my return to'his hodse. The days passed on. and had it not been for my encounter with the Cure, I should never have known that Jacques Bruno had a mother; his love for her had been well-nigh quenched by vexation at her conduct, he saw in it nothing but obstinacy and foolishness that irritated him beyond expression, and made him unwilling and ashamed to epeak of her to anyone. The day before my departure was a fete day. and general holiday was kept in the vil- lage. Jacques proposed to me that we should drive in his little carriage to a. place in the neighbourhood that I had once or twice ex- pressed a wish to see. I willingly agreed, and we started in the afternoon, leaving the auberge in the charge of his wife and her cousin, who aided Jacques in the business. Two friends of the innkeeper's completed our party, one a farmer from the village, the other a stranger to me. who had odme to epend his fete day at the inn. The stranger sat in the front seat, and I could hear Jacques pointing out the features of the landscape with all the pride of a man who owned s4me of the fields through which we were passing. "That also is mine." he had just remarked in tones of ill-assumed indifference, when an j exclamation from the stranger made me tum I my head. "Ah. look there. Jacques! See that poor old creature!" I looked, over the man's shoulder, and saw the figure of Mere Bruno, toilworn and dusty, UDoa the high road; the rooe with which she■ had bound her bundle of sticky had slipped aside in her feeble hands, and she was trying with despairing gestures to recover her lost treasures. I said nothing, for after all it was no business of mine. The farmer by my side was not so reticent. "Why. Jacques, 'tie thy old mother." he cried, in tones of mingled wonder and amuse- ment. "Thy mother?" exclaimed the other man. but Jacques gave no answer, his face darkened, he set his teeth savagely, and cut at the horse with his whip. The others said no more. and the incident seemed scon forgatten. but I could not lose the remembrance of that pitiful figure by the roadside, with its look of helpless misery, or cease to think of the weary steps she must take before she reached rest and shelter. I rose early the next morning, and as I dressed, I heard cries of distress from the room beneath mine. "What is it?" I aske of Francois, the inn- keeper's cousin, when he brought in my break- fast. The lad hesitated a moment. "It is grand-mere." he said. "My cousin for- bids her to go out. M'sieu may have seen her by the roadside. She will always gather sticks He has forbidden her many times, but she will still go; to-day he has ordered that her door shall be locked; and she cries that her child is cold and starving, and they will not let her get sticks to warm it. She is'old and foolish, you see, m'sieu," he added apologetically, as he finished arranging my breakfast. I was half ashamed of the mist that rose to my eyes as Francois left the room. The old woman's sorrowful cries still sounded in my ears. and I felt a3 though I could not remain passive and leave her to her distress; and yet my interference could do no p08.sible good, Besides, even an enforced confinement could not harm her so much as her long and weary tramps over the country. So I ate my break- fast. packed my possessions, and left the inn without a word on the subject that was evi- dently uppermost in Jacques Bruno's mind. for he was very silent and taciturn, and alto- gether unlike his usual self. When one is young, life is full of interests, and one thought drives another from the mind with extraordinary rapidity. I found much to occupy me on my return to the town. and the story of the old woman gradually faded from my mind. Still, it was not wholly for- gotten; and when I found myself, after the lapse of several months, once more on my way to the village. I felt all my former interest return, and resolved to find out what had be. come of her. The winter had closed in now, and a light fall of snow covered the even plain; the clouds were hanging loomily over the landscape, and a clear, co]d air whistled through the leafless branches of the trees, and shook the hoar- frost unon me as I passed. It takes more than a cold day and a gloomy sky to depress youth- ful spirits, however, and I strode on briskly over the crisp snow. humming a cheerful song. As I neared the village the sound of a toll- ing bell struck upon my ear, and turning the corner of the road I saw a black train in the distance coming away from the little church, yr.rd. I slackened my pace, for I did not wish to meet the mourners as they returned from their sorrowful errand, and it was not till I saw them well on their way towards the vil- lage that I went on past the church. As I reacherl the gate the Cure came out. "Good-day," he said; "it is long since I have ,.een you." "I have been in England." I answered. 'Whom have you just buried, father?" A shade passed prver, his face. and there was a break in his voice as he replied: "It is Mere Bruno." "Mere Bruno!" I said. "I was thinking of her as I came along." I moved inside the churchyard as I spoke, and the Cure led the way to a new-made tve. "Yes." he said; "she lies there; her work on jarth is over at last. Ever since the day her :on prevented her from going out she pined ,vay. I said to him often: 'Jacques, you will break your mother's heart. Let her go; it does you no harm; and its is her only plea- sure.' But he would not listen; he could not endure that the neighbours should point to her. and say, 'That is Mere Bruno, the mother

"Evening Express" Music Series. r———• THE NEW LIST. The following have appeared: — Even-minded Man" (Herbert Campbell) Nov. 25 'House-Baying" (Dan Leno) Nov. 28

.f the innkeeper.' And so he took his. own way, and this is the end of it. Her feeble ?park of intelligence burned lower and lower. jntil at last it went out altogether, and she knew not what she did. They were kind to rier. as such natures understand kindness, ilicy gave her food and warmth, but she was 1 prisoner, and that crashed the life from her spirit. "At last one day they went to her. but she was gone. How she had made her escape they knew not, but the room was empty. For hours they sought her over the country, and at last they found her; eold, almost lifeless, n the snow by the roadside, a few sticks in tier arms. They carried her back to the house. ind did all they could to restore her, but it was too late; she was dying, and they called Tie to her bedside. 'What can I do for you?' I asked as I b::nt over her. and a gleam like a heavenly light came into her eyes as she shook her head. and answered in the same old words: 'It is for my son.' The Cure's own eyes filled with tears as he fin ished. I said half impatiently: "What is the good of life. then. after all? She has lived and toiled all her days, and ?oes down to the grave for one who scarcely returns her love. and is ashamed of hcr levotion. Better not to have lived at all than to have lived so." "Hush. my son!" said the Cure gravely, laying his hand on my arm; "snch words are lot for you to speak. She has done her best, md it has not been in vain. She died. it is :rue. saddened and dreary, but the love and jelf-sacrifice of her life were not wasted. As we knelt round her dying bed her son's eyes were opened to see the beauty of the life he lad despised, and he who has hitherto lived 'or himself alone is striving now to begin a lobler existence, and live as she lived in for- jetfulness of all but the good of others. Self- sacrifice is never wasted, although to the men )1' this world it may seem but foolishness." His eyes were raised to the heavens above with a light that was not of earth, and I tnew that he was thinking of the divine self- sacrifice through which alone it is possible to lead that higher life of whie" he spoke. A ray of sunlight broke through the clouds. md rested upon the new-made mound like the blessing of Heaven. I bowed my head in silence as we turned away, with a humble resolve that I too would learn the lesson which had raised and glorified that neglected life, despised indeed of men. but precious in he sight of Him Who judges with a purer standard than that of earth.

Passing Pleasantries. Mrs. Cobwigger: Did you ever find a. man mder the bed? Mrs. Merritt: Yes, the night we thought there were burglars in the house I found my msband there." It is said that a former commodore captain jf one of the famous Transatlantic liners, whilst polite to his passengers when below, was very much the reverse if approached when an duty. As he happened to be on deck one lay a lady. accosting him with some trifling juery as to the probable duration of the favourable weather, was both surprised and indignant to get curtly answered: "Don't know. ma —don't know. Better go ind ask the cook." The lady, though somewhat taken aback. was quite equal to the occasion, and rejoined: "Oh! I beg a thousand pardons. Excuse me. pray. I thought I was addressing the cook." "Gracious! You don't mean to say you are going to move out to that place?" "Indeed I am. I consider it an ideal place." "Huh! You ought to read the papers. There's more sickness there than in any other town in this vicinity." "I know it. I'm a physician." At Westward Ho! recently a local player, after repeated foozles, found his ball lying badly cupped close to a bunker. "Well," said he to a friend, "I've tried my driver and my brassie, and ray cleek and my mashie, and I can play with none of tTiem. What shall I take here?" "I should take the next train back to Edin- burgh." was his friend's unsympathetic response.

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The Mayor of Newport (Alderman H. J. DAVIS), 88 years of age. December 7. 1901. Photo by Messrs. Dando and Sons, Newport.

Sunday Services. LLANDAFF CATHEDRAL THE SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.-In Residence: The Very Rev. the Dean and the Rev. Canon Johnson. Holy Communion: Eight a.m., and mid-day. Morning: Garrett in F; Kyrie, Boyce in A; Credo, Goss in D; anthem, "Teach me. 0 Lord" (Attwood); hymns, 53 and 306; preacher. Canon Johnson. Three p.m., Litany. Afternoon: Walmrsley in C; anthem. "Sing ye praise" (Mendelssohn); hymns, 243 and 52; preacher, the Rev. Minor Canon Skrimshire. Offertories for Cathedral expenses and Choir Fund. ANGLICAN CHURCHES. Cardiff.-All Saints'—8.0 a.m. and 11.0 a.m., the Vicar; 6.30 p.m.. Rev. T. Richards'. Eglwys Dewi Sant-8.0 a.m. and 11.0 a.m., Rev. T. Richards; 6.30 p.m., the Vicar. St. Andrews—Morning. Dr. Nicholson; evening, Rev. Griffith Thomas St. Margaret's. (Roatli)—Morning, Rev. W. T. Southern; evening. Rev. F. J. Beck. 81. Mary's-8.0 -a.m. and 11.0 a.m. (Holy Communion), the Vicar; 6.30 p.m.. Rev. E. B. Rand. St. Michael's (Hodges-row)—Rev. W. E. Boys. St. Paul's (Grangetown)-The Parochial Clergy. St. Samson's (Penarth-road)—Holy Com- mun ion 8.0 a.m.. Matins 10.0 a.m., Even- song 6.30 p.m.. Rev. E. T. Finch. St. Stephen's (Mount Stuart-square)—11.0 a.m. and 6.30 p.m. (Holy Communion), Rev. A. G. Iius3ell. St. Teilo-Morning. Rev. Griffith Thomas; evening, Dr. Nicholson. Caerphiliy. — St. Martin's — Archdeacon of Llandaff. Ely.—St. David's—Rev. G. G. Williams (vicar). Dina- Powi3.—St. Andrew's (Parish Church)— Morning. Rev. H. J. Williams; evening, Rev. D. H. Williams. Penarth.—St. 'Augustine's (Parish Church)- Rev. F. P. Hill (vicar of Grangetown). St. Fagan's.—Rev. T. Bird, M.A. (rector). Cardiff Christ Church (Wells-street).—Morn- ing, Rev. J. W. Johnston, L.R.; evening, Rev. C. W. Lamport (rector). BAPTIST. Cardiff.-Ainon (11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.)—Rev. H. B. Thomas. Albany-road.—Rev. W. Howell Williams. ad. Bethany (St. Mary-street)—Morning, Rev. W. E. Winks; evening. Rev. John Wil- liams (Grangetown). Bethel (Mount Stuart-square)—Rev. T. Davies (pastor) Ebenezer (Pearl-jtreetJ—Rev. Caleb Joshua. Hope (Cowbridge-roa.d)-Morning. Rev. John Williams (Grangetown); evening, Rev. T. W. Medliurst. Llandaff-road-Rev. Robert Lloyd. Salem (11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.)—Rev. T. T. Jones. Siloam—11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.. Rev. W. Harries (pastor). Splott-road-Re. Rhys Jenkins. The Tabernacle-Rev. Charles Davies. Tredegarville (The Parade)—Rev. James Baillee. Victoria. (Eldon-road)-Rev. J. O. Hughes. vVhitchurch (Bethel)—11.0 a.m. and 6.15 p.m., Rev. J. Arthur Jones. BIBLE CHRISTIAN. Cardiff.—Cowhridge-road—Morning, Rev. C. G. Hawken; evening, Rev. W. S. Welch. Miskin-street-Morning. Rev. A. Hancock; evening, Rev. C. G. Hawken. Diamond-street-Morning, Rev. W. S. Welch; evening, Rev. A. Hancock. CALVINISTIC METHODIST. Cardiff.—Cathedral-road.—Rev. R. R. Roberts. Clifton-street (English).—Dr. J. Cynddylan Jones. 4 Cnvys-road.—Rev. T. J. Jones (Ton- gwynlais). Frederick-street.—Supply. Plasnewydd (Plasnewydd-square).—Rev. J. Pulford Williams. Evening subject, "The Tragedy of Judas." Pembroke-terrace.—Rev. W. Lewis (Ponty- pridd). Salem (Canton).-Rev. R. C. Lewis, B.A. aerpbilly.—Twyn (10.30 and 6 p.m.)-Rev. W. Jones. CONGREGATIONAL. ardiff—Central (Queen-street)—Rev. W. Spur- geon. Bethlehem (Welsh).—Rev. W. T. Hughes (pastor). Ebenezer (Welsh).—Rev. H. M. Hughes, B.A. Minny-street (Welsh). — Rev: Thomas Hughes, A.T.S. Mount Stuart (Welsh)-ll.O a.m. and 6.0 p.m.. Rev. J. R. Davies. New Trinity.—Rev. D. Tyssil Evans. Severn-road.—Rev. J. Henry (pastor). Star-street.-Rcv. J. Wrris. Stacey-road.—Rev. Nicholson Jones. St. Paul's (Cowbridge-road)-Rev. J. Har- rop Walker. Wood-street.—Rev. J. T. Peace. •'enartli.—Christ Church—Rev. J. Mydyr Evans. Whitchurch.—Beulah (10.30 a.m. and 6 p.m.).— Rev. D. G. flees. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH OF WALES FORWARD MOVEMENT CENTRE. Jardiff.—Crwys-liall—Miss Biggart, B.A. (the celebrated lady preacher). Clive-road-hall.-Rev. F. H. Leybournc (pastor). East Moors-hall.—Rev. H. G. Howell. Fitzroy-street-hall—Evangelist Jones. Grangetown-liall—Rev. D. Richards (Ynys- ybwl). Heath-hall-Rev. W. T. Phillips. Memorial-hall—Rev. Seth Joshua Moorland-road-hall—Rev. G. Brain (pastor). Penarth.-Rev. T. Charles Jones. PRESBYTERIAN. Cardiff.-Windsor-place.-Rev. J. Christie, B.A. (Carlisle). Roath Park—Rev. W. E. Shaw. Caerphilly.-WindEor-street — Rev J. D. Thomas. PRIMITIVE METHODIST. CJardiff.—Severn-road—Morning, Mr. J. Hobbs; evening. Rev. J. Whittock. Dalton-street—Morning, Rev. J. Whittock; evening, (Mr. S. Pinch. Mount Hermon-Morning. Rev. A. E. Reavley; evening. Alderman Ramedale. Mount Tabor—Morning, Rev. J. P. Belling- ham; evening. Rev. A. E. Reavley. Mount Zion.-Mornlng. Mr. J. Maskery; evening. Rev. J. P. Bellingham. Pembroke-road-Iforning, Mr. F. Hawker; evening, Mr. £ 1. Coleman. •> Llandaff.—(11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.)—Morning, Mr. G. Stone: evening, Mr. T. Dainton. UNITED METHODIST FREE CHURCH. Cardiff.—Cathays-terrace—Morning, Mr. O. Olsen; evening. Mr. J. Stanfield. Newport-road—Morning, Rev. H. Fry; even- ing, Rev. T. P. Dale. Penarth-road-Morning. Mr. T. Kennard; evening. Rev. H. Fry. Cogan Pill (Penarth Dock)—Morning, Rev. T. P. Dale; evening, Mr. Robert Bird. UNITARIAN. West-grove Free Christian Church)—Rev. J. Tyssul Davies. B.A. Subjects: Morning, Christian Psychology; 2nd, Soul; even- ing, Jesus the Teacher. WESLEY AN. WESLEY CIRCUIT. Cardiff.—Wesley—Morning. Mr. Robert Bird; evening. Rev. Thomas Gladding. Cathay s:—Morning, Rev. Allan Spencer; evening. Rev. Owen Watltins. Roath Park—Morning. Mr. J. Martin; even- ing, Rev. Allan Spencer. Nantgarw.—6.0 p.m., Mr. J. Ings. Radyr.—11.0 a.m.. Rev. Owen Watkins; 6.0 p.m., Mr. J. Martiu. Walnut Tree Brldge.-ll,O. a.m.. Rev. Thomas Gladding; 6.0 p.m., Mr. C. F. Bowden. Whitchurch.—Mr. J. Massey. Printed by the Proprietors, Western Mail Offices, St. Mary-street. Cardiff; at their Offices. Castle Bailey-street, Swansea; at th« Shop of Mr. Wesley Williams, Bridgend-all in the County of Glamorgan, at the "Western Mail" Ofbne. Newport; at the Shop of Mr. J. P. Caffrey, Monmouth, both in the County of Monmouth; at the Shop of Mr. David John, Llanelly, in the County of Carmarthen; and at the Offices of the "Brecon County Times," The Bulwark anJ Lion-itreet, Brecon, in the Oounty of Brecknock. SATURDAY. DECEMBER 7. 1901* 1

I Records U, To Date. t Position of Welsh Clubs.

CANTON CIRCUIT. Cardiff.—Conway-road—Morning, Rev. E. Pratt; evening, Rev. A. E. Balch. Clare-gardens — Morning. Rev. E. A. Buchanan; evening, Mr. A. E. Roberts. Ludlow-stnet-Morning, Mr. B. George; evening, Rev. E. A. Buchanan. Victoria Park-lfornirig, Rev. A. E. Balch; evening, Rev. E. Pratt. Ely.-Morning. Mr. J. Cradock; evening, Mr. J. Francis. Llandaff.—Morning, Mr. J. Francis; evening, supply. ROATH-ROAD CIRCUIT. Cardiff.—Roath-road—Morning, Rev. H. Wos- tenholm; evening. Rev. C. F. Richardson. Broachvay-Morning and evening, Foreign Missions. Splott-road—Morning, Mr. T. Berwick; evening. Rev. E. A. Salmon. Aber (11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.).—Mr. J. Hobbs. Bedwas (10.30 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.) -Morning. Mr. Hopkins; evening, Mr. Allen. Bridgend-street :Mission-Morning. Mr. James Smyth; evening. Mr. Chenhalls. Caerphilly-,Morning. Mr. Allen; evening. Rev. H. Wostenholm. I Llanbradach (11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.)—Morning, Rev. R. Butterworth; evening, Mr. H. R. Firmin. Llanishen (11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.)-Morning, Rev. C. F. Richardson; evening, Rev. R. F. Cape. Llanishen (Century Chapel).—Morning, Rev. A. E. Salmon; evening. Mr. Hopkins. LOUDOUN-SQUARE CIRCUIT. Cardiff.- Peop] e' s- hall (Loudoun-square).—Rev. J. Bourne Jones. Angelina-street Mission-room (7.0 p.m.)- Sister Agatha. PENARTH CIRCUIT. Penarth.-Arcot-street-Morning, Rev. T:, May; evening. Rev. T. Hind. Trinity.-Moruing. Rev. J. Jeffreys; even- ing, Rev. S. Y. Richards. Barry.—Morning. Rev. W. D. -Pellet; even- ing, Mr. H. S. Atkins. Barry Dock.-Morning. Rev. S. Y. Richards; evening. Rev. J. Jeffreys. Cadox ton.—Morning. Mr. W. Fowler; even- ing, Rev. W. D. Pellett. Dinas Powis (11.0 a.m. apd 6.0 p.m.).-Morning. Rev. T. Hind; evening, Mr. W. J. Flower. Eastbrook (11.0 a.m. and 6.0 p.m.).-Morning. Mr. Skinner; evening, Mr. G. Pile. 'Y.M.C.A. Y.U.C.A.—Three p.m. foi men; conducted 'by Mr. Frank 8. Higman; 6.45 p.m. for lad. -Spea,ker, Mr. G. H. Davies.

5 Capsuloids fi fiE £ § Renew- <J alone con- Jf& injg ed the ? ? tain only Milk youth of C ? pure dis- Mr. Dud- C C solved ley War- < 5 Natural wick." S ? pure dis- Mr. Dud- C C solved ley War- < 5 Natural wick." S S Blood Iron. S CAPSULOIDS s made New Rich Blood which renewed the youth ) 5 of Mr. Dudley Warwick. They contain only the S 5 pure Natural Iron extracted from Fresh Blood. ) ? Health says they are "an ideal Iron preparation." ? ? All health depends upon the Blood being strong £ 5 and piu c. There is no other Iron medi- C $cine like Capsuloids, and they agree$ 5 with the weakest stomachs of young S 3 and old. ? 1 Tf the Capsuloid Company, C 5 31, Snaw Hill, Ltnden. 5 2 Capsuloids have so enriched my blood that I ? 5 have not felt the fog and damp at all this Autumn. 2 S My cough is quite gone, I am strong and healthy, £ 5 and sleep and eat as I did in childhood. They are ( 5 little, but they are wonderful for making new s J blood, which has renewed my youth. 5 < Yours truly, DUDLEY WARWICK. ? 3 43, Harewood Avenue. Blandford Square, 5 $London, N- W. > &genta-Memwa. D. ANthony & Co., 39, St. Mary- it.. aad 110, Queen-st., Cardiff- Send for fsmpblrt

Personal. r President Rooseveldt says his name to be pronouneed in three syllables, the first as in "rose"—"Roz-e-veldt." A memorial service for Sir William M'Cormac will be held in Bere-street Church. London. on Monday at eleven a.m. The interment takes pliice at Kensal Green Ceme- tery at 12.30. Perhaps the most notable incident in the career of Sir Andrc v Scoble, K.C.S.I., who has just been appointea a member of the Judicial Committee of the Privy Council, was his con- duct of the famous prosecution in 1875 of the Gaekwar of Barods. for an attempt to poison Colonel Phayre, tf:s British Resident. Mr. Scoble found himself opposed by no less a celebrity than Mr. Serjeant Ballantyne, who had been specially retained by the Gaekwar. Thé outcome of the trial was that the Gaekwar was removed. The Hon. F. W. Holder, Speaker of the Com- wealth House of Repreeentatives (he will pro- bably be Sir Frederick on New Year's Day), has been a Wesleyan local preacher in Adelaide for many years. He has, of course, to spend most of his time now in Melbourne, the Federal capital for the time being, and be has juat made his first appearance in the pulpit of a Melbourne Wesleyan Church. With regard to Mr. Gladstones admiration of Sir John Millais because he had painted his portrait in four hours and a half. Mr. Furnish observes that the statesman could not be induced to say whether he preferred Millais's work to Frank Holl's. He was "very much interested in the efcrgy" of Millais, who, he declared, was the hardest-working man he ever saw; but Mr. Holl posed him in an atti- tude so fatiguing that it necessitated a nap after every sitting.

0 'rA V, P- lot, iL oyi?OUNU' eo I oufl OF ALL I ifTCRUUATB !TAIN&ToE'LOLOML& i NUM ARTICUM'PILLS. I FOR 4NDIGESTION & ITS EVIL5, IC SICK HEADACHES. BILIOUS DERANGEMENTS &c > AN AGREEABLE APERIENT. "KAYS TIC PtLLS •> CURE FACEACHE & NEURALGIA. VERY SERVICEABLE IN NERVE COMPLAINTS. A VO/D /M/TA T/ONS. — 1 U5t. COACULIME FT&ANSMRerr Cement, for all broken articles O]JS (CARDIFF,) John Williams&Sons^r1 SOLE AGENTS FOR 66 JHL Y JL) Jbu (JM (JJu. SMOKELESS, ODOURLESS, & SAFE. FOR BURNING IN LAMPS & OIL STOVES. ALL THE ADVANTAGES OF PETROLEUM, BUT NONE OF ITS FAULTS." Sold in a new and unique package. A clean, hinged lid, wooden case, con- taining four cans, with patent spouts, from which Lamps and Oil Stoves can be filled direct. Each case is sealed with a seal, bearing trade mark and firm's signature, and if the seal is broken we do not guarantee the contents to be genuine. ftBEASE. G ALLO 1ST S 58. DfR°T A RETURNABLE DEPOSIT OF 5s. REQUIRED ON THE PACKAGE. &12340 9 & 17, QUEEN. STREET, CARDIFF.' GRIFFITHS AND SONS, CLOTHIERS, THE HAYES, FOR FIRST-CLASS TAILORING. SUITS TO MEASURE, from 35/- SUITS FOR IMMEDIATE WEAR, With Square Shoulders, Cut and Made Equal to Bespoke FROM 16/0 TO 45/- per SUIT. ALL THE LATEST STYLES IN HATS, TIES, HOSIERY, &o Every Description of Gents' Underwear Manufactured at Our Own Factory, and which we Guarantee GRIFFITHS AND SONS, COMPLETE OUTFITTERS, THE HAYES. CARDIFF v CARDIFF ASTONISHED. FURTHER PROOF FROM A GRATEFUL CARDIFF LADY OF THE UNIQUE VALUE OF DR. WILLIAMS' PINK. PillS FOR PALE PEOPLE SERIOUS EFFECTS FROM A CHILL. 01 the greatest interest to Cardiff people is almost useless to try more. But my friendt the statement made by Miss Mary Baker, entreated, me so strongly and pointed to so "teacher of music, of 6, Plasnewydd-place, Car- many cases like mine, in which the efficacy diff, to a reporter who waited upon her of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills had been proved, recently. "About two years ago." she ex- that at length I gave way, and decided to gire plained. "I was seized with a severe illness, them a trial. Past experience had taught me following upon a. chill, which left me com- not to expect too mu.,h. and I didn't. Perhaps pletely prostrated. I took medicines prescribed my., surprise at the effect produced by the for me by doctors, and eventually learned what pills was the greater on this account. I didn't I had already feared— Yery much better that I was suffering from after the first box, but' a serious affection of there was a wonderful heart. I continued under change before I got to medical treatment for a the* end of the second, considerable time, and This induced me to then, finding there waa continue, the pills, and I no improvement in my did so uegularly. health, went to Swansea, "I am happy to say T thought the change y that the, expectations of might have a beneficial my frien ds, which I effect. At the same time, y thought ivere far too I admit I believed it very treat, hate been more improbable, and, as a than realised, and that matter of fact, it did me the cure has been a practically no good. At J&jj/ ? thorough aiud, I believe, this time I was certainly ^t PermaneiIk one- At all in a low and weak •vents, though I have not condition. My appetite taken the pVlls now for had deserted me entirely, !l several months, the arid the little food' I 1|l" tUjlij/intense pain which I forced myself to eat did My .iuused to experience in the uot add to my strength. (fj&wMffJSmiliiillMr A\V AV region, of the heart haa The slightest exertion completely disappeared, tired me, and made me /Miff}\ nor have I been troubled 9hort of breath, and the nf!l! «ince with shortness of palpitationp and pains at 1 breath or indigestion, the heart had become so .»fifom which I h»ave been severe that I was really MISS MARY BAK-bK. sufferer for ye.ars. Ira greatly alarmed. I might (From a photograph.) strength, too. I made add that I was troubled greatly with indi- rapid prqgress, and now feel quite as strong gestlOn. and scarcely ever ate anything: with- as I ever did in my life. I account for this out suffering severe pain. by the fact that I quickly gained a good "After a residence of some weeks in Swansea appetite after startiug to take the pills, and she friends with whom I was staying advised my. food seemed to nourish me. I attribute me to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale my complete restoration to health to the People. I had already tried so many things, timely use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills far Pale with little, if, indeed, any. result, that I had People, and I have no objection whatever to resigned myself to the belief that it was the facts of my case being published." Dr. V7illiamsr~Pink Pills for Pale People are praised by all classes of people in Wales for the way in which they have cured Paralysis, Locomotor Ataxy, Rheumatism, and Sciatica; also all diseases arising from Impoverishment of the Blood, Scrofula, Rickets, Chronic Erysipelas, Consumption of the Bowels and Lungs, Amenjia, Pale and Sallow Complexion, General Muscular Weakness, Loss of Appetite, Palpitations, Pains in the Back, Nervous Headache and Neuralgia, Early Decay, all forms of Female Weakness, and Hysteria. These pilis are a tonic, not a purgative. They are genuine only with the full name, Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People, and are sold by Chemists, and by Dr. Williams' Medicine Company, Holborn-viaduct, London, at 2s. 9d. a box; six boxes for 13s. 9d. » •k18274 I CURES LIKE LIGHTNING EN o's LIGHTNING COUGH CURE SELLS LIKE LIGHTNING AN EMINENT SPECIALIST FORMULATED IT. A RELIABLE FIRM MANUFACTURES IT. MEDICAL MEN ENDt)RSE IT, AND THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE OWE THEIR LIVES TO IT. Esteemed everywhere for its rare virtue and speedy action, composed of ingredients never before used in Great Britain. Far supexioi to ordinary cough mixtures or any of the emulsions, in short, VENO'S LIGHTNING COUGH CURE is the premier remedy of the world for Cough5, Bronchitis, Asthma, Influenza and Whooping Cough. BRONCHITIS AND ASTHMA TURNED OUT OF AN INF8RSVIARY. r A REMARKABLE CASE. Edward Pugh, 156, Stephenson-street, North Shields, wiite3 as follows:- I was six weeks in the Newcastle Infirmary, and was given up by eight doctors, who said I had chronic bronchitis and asthma, and could not be cured. 1 could not lav straight down in bed; I had to use a bed rest. I coughed incessantly, was very weak, and had attacks of suffocation at night that is the reason I could not lay straight down in bed. I have been off work for two years. Since commencing Veno's Lightning Cough Cure and Veno's Seaweed Tonic I do not need the bed-vest j 1 can lay straight down in bed. I have not the bad attacks at night • neither do I cough; the wheezing has entirely gone." COUGHS STOPPED IN ONE NIGHT A CROUP and WHOOPINC COUCH are speedily cured by VENO'f LICHTNINC COUCH CURE. Many Children die for the want of a first- class remedy. The common, cherp, syiupy, mixtures, so often sold are in many cases useless and a waste or time and money. VENO'S LICHTNINC COUCH CURE has saved the lives of thousands of Children* It is a pleasure to see what a soothjpg and beneficial effect it has. BsS ASTHMA AND BRONCHITIS CURED. Mrs. Hague, Rashclifle crescent, Lockwood, near Huddersnela, writes, April 7th, 1900:—"Dear sir,—My boy aged 12 years, suffered from hoarseness and bronchitis for$ix weeks. We all thought he never would be cured•br speak plain again. We could not under- MESS JBH stand him at all. After taking four or live doses of Veno'e Light, niijrr Cough Cure he was able to speak plain. I have never seen anything to act so quickly. I have had four bottles altogether, and he is quite cured." CHILDREN'S SUBDUED IN 24 HOURS jBtJ In no single instance has VENO'S LICHTNINC COUCH CURE failed to subdue !jtHM Influenza within 24 hours. During the epidemic which raged throughout North America in 1897, it reduced the death rate to'such an extent that Physicians never hesitated to prescribe it; because it has the peculiar effect of rapidly subduing this complaint and overcoming the after effects. It is also an excellent remedy for Coughs, Colds, Bronchitis, Asthma, and Whooping Coagh, being BM) far superior to the many common, cheap, syrupy mixtures so otten sold. ASK FOH — VENO'S LIGHTNING COUGH CURE. SES Don't take any other. Insist upon having YENO'S. ~Wi MS Nothingequa18 iM Price 1/li and 2/9 of all Chemists and Medicine Vendors everywhere, INFLUENZA 5'Sffssf M BMmMc COUGH £ i D? BROWNS BOTTLE ^0 Warms the Chest, Cute the Phtef", and Lubricates the ThreM, ), F*r a Hacking Cough, < Tickling Threat, er < Celd en the Chest r A — ) f "THERE 8 NOTHING LIKE IT/»/ •y OU Q fdL ilhjj Sbte POST FREE for 3?extni Y*. •jj I'XWo ^sziemw. fe