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J" "i' i 'j" 'J'> A Division-street Hat. "You must have it. I want to see you wear it." Carrie Norton's pretty face wore an expres- sion of mingled pleasure and protest as she listened to these words. They were spoken to her by a young man almost as good-looking as herself. He stood by her side on Division-street before the window of a millinery store. It was one of those windows everybody knows who knows Division-street-a window gay aad brilliant with a display of hats trim- med and fashioned to suit every variety of feminine taste and fancy. All the hues of the rainbow, endless con- trasts of colour, countless designs and shapes were in that window. It offered a bewildering choice of headgear, but Carrie Norton's fancy had fixed upon one particular hat. Her companion, Harry Corless, had referred to this hat when he first spoke, and now he repeated his words: "Yes. you must have it, Carrie; it's like your good taste to choose that hat out of all the rest, for it's a long way the prettiest of the whole lot of them, and." he continued in a lower voice as he drew a little closer and bent his head towards her ear, "the only thing I can think of that's prettier, Carrie, la the head that's going to wear it." "Oh. Harry, you will keep on"—-she began, but he interrupted her: "Now, don't be coquettish, Carrie, for you know I mean what say, and you will wear that hat next band night in Battery Park, or I'll know the reason why." "Oh, Harry, you know we're not formally engaged yet, and folks might talk-" "Folks can say what they please; that needn't scare you or I your mother's satis- fied that we're going to be engaged as soon as I get my foreman's place on the tig blasting contract that Mr. Hines expects to close within two weeks' time, and once I get in .with him I'll never be without steady work. for he's one of the biggest men in-his line in New York." "But then you can't afford, Harry, to-" "Can't I? You don't know yet how much I have in the savings bank, and it'll be all yours when we're married, too, but now it's mine, and I'm going to spend some of it right off in this store." Taking her by the arm. he led her into the milliner's. and at his order the saleswoman took the admired hat from its place in the window and Carrie tried it on before the mirror. It became her splendidly, and certainly de- served an their admiration; it was a large hat with a sweeping brim, tastefully caught up at one side with a large white silk bow knot, and the blue forget-me-nots and white car- nations that formed its floral trimming were set off by a small spray of golden rod-just enough to produce the most pleasing combina- tion imaginable. Carrie Norton wm what is known as a "perfect blonde," and the shimmering gold of her hair, the delecate tint of her fine com- plexion, and the oval contour of her face were never more charmingly suited, as we have said, than by this particular hat-this triumph of the Division-street milliner's art. But in describing her we have forgotten her eyes, through whose deep blue her soul could shine out when she willed it. How they sparkled with pleasure as she xnouostly surveyed herself in the mirror, while jSarry said: "I wanted to see yon wear it, Carrie, and I tell you if that hat was made for you it couldn't look finer." She knew that his real meaning was that she could not look finer; and without calling her a vain girl—which she does not deserve to be called—it must be admitted that sweet Carrie Norton felt at that moment just about as honestly proud of herself as she ever had done in her life. They left the milliner's and came out into the sunshine—into the busy life and movement of Division-street. They were happy-happy in the present, and trustful of the future, and there was nothing in the memory of either to cause regret, for they were innocent, simple souls who had led- blameless lives. Harry Corless was 24 years old; Carrie Nor- ton was some five years younger, and they had become acquainted about a twelvemonth before at an eastside ball to which she had been invited by a, friend, a girl named Julia Lannerman. who lived near her own home on Cherry-street. Harry worked as a foreman for a firm of contractors and, aa he had said to his sweet- heart, was expecting a better position soon. When this position was secured he intended to speak to Carrie's mother, who had a flourish- ing little grocery upon Cherry-street. The sweethearts felt sure that Mrs. Norton would readily consent to their marriage As they walked up Division-street to Chat- ham-square, Harry said: "There won't be a hat like yours, Carrie, next band night at Battery Park." "I'll value it on account of who gave it to me, Harry," she replied, while the lovelight shone in her eyes. A girl stood talking to the proprietress of the millinery store where Carrie Norton had chosen her hat. It was three hours later, and the girl was Julia. Lannerman, already mentioned as the friend through whom Carrie had been asked to the ball where she met her lover. -what have you done with the hat with the white carnations and blue forget-me-nots, Mrs. Bachmaim? asked Julia. "It's been sold," said the milliner. "A young ( mat came here with a girl, and she chose it I and he paid for it. There it is, in the band- box, to be delivered this evening when the boy crme3 back here from the last errand I sent him." Julia Lannerman saw the address on the bandbox and managed adroitly to get a good description of Carrie's companion from Mrs Bachmann. The milliner thought nothing strange of it; Julia was a gossipy girl, and ofen stopped in at the store to chat; she was a dressmaker in a fair way of business, and that was how she came to know Mrs. Bachmann. But there was a dark look on Julia's face, and a strange, cruel light in her eyes when she said, "Good afternoon," and left. "Harry Corless!" she muttered, "and he's never given me as much as that! She snapped her fingers viciously. "Well. it's the last hat he'll give Carrie Nor- ton," she muttered on, "the very last! One girl left that Division-street milliner's with a soul gentle as an angel's; the other left it with a heart ready for murder. Thus may love or jealousy transform a woman! *<<<* Battery Park was densely thronged with an assemblage who had come to hear the band play. It was an August night of wonderful beauty; the heavens were bright with stars and the new moon hung aloft like a silver horn; from the harbour wafted a soft sea breeze that brought new life to the city-pent multitude in the park, and the music sounded with that peculiar charm it never ssems to possess except when heard at night either upon the ocean or by the shore. But to two persons there the whole eoene had an unearthly enchantment that haunted their memories through ".It their lives. For they were sweethearts, and they saw it with eyes that only sweethearts are gifted with. Carrie Norton and Harry Corless moved on the outskirts of the great crowd around the band stand, with its lights and flashing in- struments. The Division-street hat that crowned her radiant beauty with its forget-me-nots and whit-e carnations and was so becoming that Harry, with a true lever's fond admiration, I took a pride in telling her how well she looked, was being anxiously searched for by another person in the throng who had a sinister, wicked purpose in wishing to catch sight of it. For Julia Lannerman knew the sweethearts would be there, and she also had come to hear the band. "That's the same tune you play so well on the piano. Carrie," said Harry. "It seems to me that I like it better than anything the band has given us to-night." "You're too fond of me. Harry," she said softly. "You think everything I do is better than anyone else can do." "There's no one like you on earth." replied he, as he drew her arm gently through his own. "And no tunes like those I play, either?" "None that can touch my heart in the same way, Carrie." "Will you always feel like that in your heart towards me?" "As long as I have a heart to feel anything, my girl," whispered he earnestly, and then, in another moment, he continued: "Carrie, those pretty blue forget-me-nots in your hat have been telling me all this evening, every time I looked at them, that neither of us could ever forget the other, not even if seas divided us-" At this instant, for some reason the sweet- hearts could not tell, a sort of chill, as if some evil presence were near, suddenly came over both of them. Harry stopped short in his speech. They had wandered far from the thick of the crowd and now turned about to retrace their steps, but, as they did so, were surprised to come face to face with-Julia Lannerman. She had seen the hat with the forget-me- nots and the white carnations and had hurried after them along a cross-path. Harry's last words had been overheard by her, and she had repeated them to herself: "Not even if seas divide us." She had repeated them while a hard smile played around her lips-a smile which was still there when they suddenly turned and faced her. But she met them with a cordial salutation. "I just saw you lovers this instant," said she, "and I followed you to ask Carrie-how sweet she looks in that pretty hat—if she would not like to come out on the bay for a sail to-mor- row. I'm going down to my cousin's on Staten Island, and we can get the use of a splendid little sailing boat. Carrie knows I'm a great 7 j sailor and can handle a boat well. It seemed a good chance for an outing for Carrie, and so Harry advised that she go with Julia. "And, coriou3 enough," said he, "I'm going on a deep-sea fishing excursion to-morrow my- on a deep-sea fishing excursion to-morrow my- self with a party on the Al Foster. It's a holi- day with me to-morrow." So it was arranged for Carrie to go, and as they strolled homeward out of Battery Park the band was playing the last air of the even- ing-the "Miserere" from "Trovatore." "Why," cried Harry, "that's another of your favourite airs, Carrie dear!" "How sad and melancholy it is," put in Julia Lannerman, "it's like a dirge." $ Dusk had already fallen upon the waters of New York Bay, and in a tiny sailing boat far out from the Slaten Island shore two young girls sat facing each other. The features of one were livid with a passion that found vocal expression in the torrent of invective she poured out on her companion.

WISE AND OTHERWISE. "r'r' .r .r..r- /1-, Elsa: What frauds these men are. I met a blind man who said, "Please give me a penny, beautiful lady." Mamie: Yes; he said that to make you think he really was blind. "Persons who stammer," said the boarder, "do so because they think faster than they can talk. "Is that the reason," asked the bachelor, "that we eo seldom meet a woman who stainmer;?'' "Some day." said the young man with high aspirations, "I expect to have the world at my fect," "What have you been doing all this time," snarled the cynic—"walking on your hands? He: I cften think that skating and courtship arc very similar. She: H-w so? He: Both are a little awkward at first, but. when per- fectly mastered, what can be more charming ? Easily Satisfied.—Her Father: And I s'pose you ezpect, if I consent to let you have my daughter, that I shall set you up in business and make a rich man of you? Mr. Sapleigh: Xo-I really haven't any such extravagant ex- pectations as that! I'm willing to take her just for my board and clothes. ——————■ i j M. Ire-,ve: Didn't you say Mme. Ferry's lun- cheon was at one o'clock? We shall be late. Madam: Don't hurry. It isn't likely to be ready before two. She has our old cook, you know. Dentist (to old gentleman in the chair) :Mr. Moneybags, I love your daughter, and she loves me. Are you going to give your consent to our marriage, or shall I give the forceps another twbt! Although I am a peaceful man I savagely resent The man upon the tramway-car Addressing me as "Gent." Serne men I know I often think I'll slay with fiendish joy If they pursue their habit vile Of calling me "My Boy." I'm not an aged, feeble wreck. And awful i- my plan Of vengeance on the vapId chump Who greets me as "Old Man." I vow to kill these nickname fools, Till I go home and hear The sweetest baby voice on earth That calls me "Daddy dear!" SHE TOOK HIM DOWN. The Marquess: I daresay you have no family plate descended from generation to genera, tion? Fair Plebeian Oh, no! My family has always been able to have a. plate for each member. An Irish tenant farmer, returning from a somewhat distant market late one afternoon, missed his way and got into a boghole, where he stuck fast. His landlord, chancing to I pass shortly afterwards on hoseback, shouted out. "Hallo, Pat—you've got fixity of tenure now!" "Sure," ejaculated Pat, "and I'd bo moightily obliged if yer honour wud evict me!" Sympathetic Cyclist: Very sorry you have punctured your tyre. As you appear to have forgotten a repairing outfit, may I have the pleasure of lending you mine? Swell Bicyclist: Aw—thanks, no; no necessity to detain you. My man will catch me up directly with the accessory motor-car. A young rustic wrote this letter to his sweet- heart:—"Dear Rosy,-I met you last night and you never came. I'll meet you again to- night whether you come or whether you stop away. If I'm there first, I'll write my name on the gate to tell you of it; and, if it's you that's first, why, rub it out, darlin', and no one will be the wi-cr. I never fail to be at the trysting-place, Rosy; for I can't keep away from the spot where you are, whether you're there or whether you're not." "When does the wedding take place?" in- quired the old stationer, jestingly. "Why, you don't think-" She blushed and hesitated. Ah, miss, when young ladies buy a hundred sheets of paper, and only 25 envelopes, I know there is always something behind it." -L-

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HUMOURS OF EXAMINATION PAPERS. In "The Young Man" for September are given some amusing extracts from an Australian school magazine, which show that the Colonial small boy has much in common with the English species. The prevalent interest in athletic exploits reveals itself in the lad who reported that "John the Baptist ate loquats and oatmeal, and baptised three thousand people at one time, which is the record. Only in a warm climate, too, could there be such hazi- 7 ness about the phenomena of winter as is shown in the definition of freezing-point as "an imaginary point above which snow never melts." A few linguistic peculiarities may be noted. "When people were taken by the press- gang to serve on board ship they were said to be boycotted." The word "lore" is said to mean "an exclamation of surprise." Can this be, "Oh, lore"? "Give the meaning of 'athletic.' "—"Strong." "Give an instance."— "There is an athletic smell in the asphalted quadrangle." "What happened at Calais in 1588?"—"The Thirty-nine Articles of belief were put in the Bible." "A Papal bull is a docu- ment from the Pope which got its name be- cause it was so strong and harsh that it was called a bull." Again, "A monopoly is a big house where monks and nuns live and are not allowed to marry." "Comparative theology is the medium taken where theologians differ." "Savonarola, Voltaire, and Dante were the three men who built St. Peter's Cathedral. Savonarola was the sculptor, Voltaire the painter, and Dante the poet." "Areopagus lived in the year 56 A.D. He was one of Rome's greatest poets. Paul read a lot of his writings, and quoted them in his sermon on Mars Hill." "The Good Samaritan was the person who was fed by the birds of the air." "Hydrogen is made by taking a lot of chemicals and mixing them together."

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¿.;lo; FOR SAILORS FRIEND S Preston left Ho/msuud for St. Nazaire 17th. Crathorne left VeiJc for the Tyne 18th. Chantenay arrived Chantenay 18th. Melrose Abbey left St. Nazaire for Bilbao 17th. Hurworth left Philadelphia for Gloucester 16th. Cairo parsed Beachy Head for Barry 19th. Dordogne left Bordeaux for Barry 19th. Blodwen arrived New Orleans 19th. Frederick Knight left New Orleans for Rot- terdam 17th. Wilfrid arrived Decido 13th. Penzance arrived Marbella 16th. Inver left Havre for Newport 19th. Earl of Dumfries passed Eisinore for Grimsby 18th. Iiosehiil arrived La Rochelle 18th. Phoebe passed Gibraltar for Port Eads for oiders 12th. Thordisa arrived Boston from Newport News 18th. Tredegar arrived.Barry 18th. — Treherbert left Castro for Cardiff 18th. Lyndhurst arrived Marseilles 18th. Merthyr left Penarth for Sable3 18th.

DRKSS-FJISHION-HOME, LACE BODICE. This is Ia stylish blouso of lace, made with long pointed swallow-tail back, and made up over a tiarht-fitting bodica of apDle-ereen silk, the pointed plastron of which is tucked, back and front, so tas to form squares. The edges of the lace are bound with an inch-wide band of black velvet. A high transparent collar is worn. AN ENGAGEMENT ROLL. A curious custom which recurs each year at Vassar, one of the colleges for women in America, is the public announcement of en- gagements by those girls who have been rash enough to wander into love's young dream during their college course. For years the class supper has been selected as the fit ajjd proper place for this proceeding. After the toasts have been responded to land the songs have been sung and the hundred^and^nTlittle hpr fchfe class secretary stands upon her chair and, looking rqund on the long rows ot faces beneath her in the candle-light an- nounces that she is going to call the engagement roll. There are always some girls in the class, of course, who have made an open secret of the disposal of their affections, and have worn their rings without reserve. The whole college knows about them. But there are always some who, for wise reasons of their own, have locked up their romances securely in their own heart?. Woe to such as these! Every girl is on her honour to t,ell the truth, and nothing but the truth, and her secret is bound to be dragged out into the candle-light for the plaudits of the crowd. TO-DAY'S RECIPE. Grilled Mutton and Potato Cakes.-Cut some slices from a cooked leg of mutton, trim them each about a quarter of an rt? i' rHb Wlth sa!ad oil- and warm them through on the gr;diron, pepper and salt the fi lets well prepare some potato cakes, and allow one fiLet and one potato cake for each n Tth the cakes in the centre of the dish and the fillets arranged on them,

THE HUMOURS OF A BISHOP One could write whole pages of the quaint little stories and doings of Dr. Kennion, the popular Bishop of Bath and Wells (says "M. A. P."), who does anything but conform to all the formalities and mock dignities of the cloth. It has already been told how he cycles about the diocese most unconcernedly, with surplice and stole tied on in front. Not long since, he stopped short to rebuke an audience for their undemonstrative reception of his utterances. He was pleading the cause of some mission to a mcdel Bath a'cernoon audience, consisting mainly of dowagers and ear-trumpets, and, not getting a single hand- clap or "Hear, hear," stopped suddenly short and said in a tone of reproach: "What a quiet lot of people you are!" The rabuke went home, the meeting livened up, and the collec- tion was better than usual. The other Sunday, at Weston-super-Mare, no sooner had his lord- ship begun to preach than a little black kitten appeared at a high window over his head, and ignoring the precept that a bishop is five feet above contradiction, commenced a series of unseemly interruptions. Possibly finding that pussy was winning at last the most attention, he stopped, and suggested that it would be a kindness if someone would fetch a mat which he could hold for the cat to jump into. How the interrupter was to be persuaded to trust itself to jump into a mat, supported by a bishop even though he might be, was only revealed to the mind of the prelate himself, but. unfortunately for the gaiety of nations, the animal itself iretrieated whence it had come before the mat could be fetched.

CTDAHY'S "RET" OX TONGUES and LUNCH TONGUES are delicious. Ask your grocer for them. e7276—2

[Conducted by UNCLE JOEJ The Evening Exprsg" Boys' and Girls' Club was established March 21. 1898, for tho purpose of promoting principles of kindness amongst young people, and for the mutual interest and instruction of its members. Young folks desirous of joining are requested to communicate with Uncia Joe. c/o the Editor. Members only are eligible for pr:zes. Handsome certificates are issued to new members, who may have them on call- ing aT, this office, or else sending penny stamp to cover cost of postage. The Club now number 3431 boys and girls.

NOT TAUGHT BETTER. Ono of the tasks sot to a boys' class was that of writing t chort letter to the master. One youngster added a P.S. which ran: "Plese excuse bad riting and spcling, as I avent been taut any beter." a wHAT A TIME. Two newsboys in the gallery witness a per- formance of "Hamlet." In the last scene, after Hamlet has killed Laertes and the King, and the Queen has died of PGisonand Hamlet of a, poisoned wound, one of the newsboys ex- claims: "Jim, what a, time that mufit have been for 'extra specials' < SALLY FORTH. "Mamma, who is Sally Forth?" asked little Dumlcy. "I'm sure I don't know, child; I never heard of hsr." "Why. papa knows her, for he says every morning, 'Now to Sally Forth.' a • » • » wilf HE WAS HONEST. Small Boy: I pickcd up a shilling in the road to-day. Fond Father: And you returned it to the owner, of course? Small Boy: Yes. Fa tho r: That's a good, honest boy. Boy (conscience-stricken): Well, you see, I couldn't very well help it. The man had me by tha ear. II BETTER PLAN. "The idea of sending children to bed early to punish 'em!" exclaimed Mi's. Corntossel, who was disri.ssinj her city relatives. "That ain't any way to c'r*>ct 'em." "Of course it ain't," answered her husband. "If you want to con- vince 'em that you mean business, make 'cm get up an hour <. r to cinicr in the morning." TERRIBLE BOY. Mr. Nicefellow (to adored one's little brother): There! You did that errand very nicely. Here's a i>cnny for you. Little Brother: Oh,ma! Mr. Nicefellow gave 11 a penny. Ma: Well, my dear, you should say —— Little Brother: Yes. I know I should say 'Thank YOU,' but I was so s'prised I forgot. You said he hadn't a cent to call his own.

A BOY LAWYER. Just fancy, boys and girls, if we had a real live lawyer on our membership list! We'd feel a trifle big, wouldn't we? Well, they have a bay Jawyer in the States, and his name is Edgar G. Crawford. This young gentleman has won for himself a reputation for know- ledge of the law that is far beyond that usually accorded to the average practitioner after years of study and hard work. Mr. Crawford is just seventeen years old, a. native of Atlanta, and is a direct lineal descendant of the famous William G. Craw- ford, whose name is inseparably bound up in the history of Georgia. "I have been a pretty hard student all my life," said Mr. Crawford when he was asked how he secured his pre- sent enviable distinction. "But, on the whole, I have never gone without my time for recrea- tion and rest. My father always told me to take care that I got my proper modicum of sleep and food and a few fishing trips from time to time, and that if I did this I would have little trouble with my health and my wealth. I have followed the old gentleman's advice to the letter, and you can readily see that though I have worked pretty hard I am a fairly lusty sorty of chap. But what you want to know, as I take it, is how I came to be a lawyer before the other fellows have left school. "Well, here's the secret. In this State we have a law that provides that the bar must admit any applicant who is a graduate of any of the recognised law schools. This provision of the special statute does not bar any age; in fact, it especially states that the applicant shall be admitted, no matter what his age. So when I came up for admission they looked a bit surprised, but after examining my credentials and putting me through the usual course of examination they let me in. "I had to work hard for the honour. I first entered the office of S. C. Tapp, one of the best lawyers in Atlanta. I remained with Mr. Tapp for a little over a year, and then entered the Mercer University, from which I graduated last June with the degree of Bachelor of Laws. I at once returned to Mr. Tapp's office and made application for admission to the t r r of the State of Georgia. I was admitted at once, and then Mr. Tapp took me into the firm as an associate partner. "I was hardly prepared for the success of my work at so short a notice, but the fact that I was a full-fledged lawyer did not scare I me a bit."

EFPS'S COCOA ESSENCE.—A THIN COCOA.- The choicest roasted nibs of the natural Cocoa, on being subjected to powerful hydraulic pres- sure, give forth their excess of oil. leaving for use a finely flavoured powder—a product which, when prepared with boiling water, has the con- sistence of tea, of which it is now, with many, beneficially taking the place. Ita active prin- ciple being a gentle nerve stimulant, supplies the needed energy without unduly exciting the system. Sold only m labelled tins. If unable to obtain it of your tradesman, a tin will be eent post free for 9 stamps.—James Epp3 and So. (Ltd), Homoeopathic Chemists, London.e2 i

m. SIR EVELYN WOOD. It is now an open secret in military circles that, in the probable event of extensive opera- tions against the Transvaal, Sir Evelyn Wood WJU be in command of the British forces. Sir Evelyn is Adjutant-General, and is 61 years old, but possesses staunch campaigning powers. He has seen a great deal of activo service. He entered the Navy in 1852. Then, in 1855, he joined the Army. He served in the Indian Mutiny and in the Aihanti, Kaffir, Zulu, Egyptian, and Transvaal wars. The Boers have a profound respect for his quali- ties as commander. Sir Evelyn knows the Boers well, and would be more than a match for any Boer general whom they could put into the field. He did very well against the Zulus also. Two days after the British re- verse at Isandlwana he surprised and de- feated a force of several thousands of the enemy, and then maintained an advanced position in the enemy's country, for which he was specially commended by the High Commissioner. He defeated the Zulus in the action of Kambula, and was made Brigadier- General. He led the advance to Ulundi with a flying column, and was present in the en- gagement there. On his return to England he was received by the Queen in person, and was created a K.C.B. His exploits in Egypt with the raw material of the Egyptian army made possible Lord Kitchener's successful efforts later on.

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The medical officer of the Newport Work- house (Dr. T. G. Macormack) presented a special report to the guardians on Saturday on the health of the inmates of the workhouse. He said the epidemic of influenza had almost entirely abated. Every means of disinfecting had been used, and he had reason to hope that by the next board meeting the health of the inmates would be in a thoroughly satisfactory state.

Lieutenant R. A. Lewis, Pontypridd Lieu- tenant J. G. Jones, Pontypridd and Lieu- tenant Everett, Pentre, have passed the captaincy examination recently held at Alder- shot. William Chaffery, a collier, of 156, High- street, Penydarren, died at Merthyr General Hospital on Saturday evening from injuries sustained by a fall of stone from the roof of his working place whilst following his employ- ment at the Dowlais Company's No. 1 Pit, at Bedlinog, on the 5th of August.

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THEATRE ROYAL, CARDIFF. Nothing could be more welcome to play- goers in Cardiff than the announcement of the return visit to the Theatre Royal this week of Messrs. C. M. Pobni and Austin Melford's cele- brated London Company in "The Silver King." Mr. Austin Melford will take the role of "Wil- fred Denver." GRAND THEATRE, CARDIFF. "The Mistress of the Seas" the drama to be staged at the Grand this week by a specially- selected company, is a piece that appeals strongly to the patriotic instincts of English- men, There should be a crowded bouse every night at the Westgate-street theatre. THE EMPIRES. CARDIFF. The Empire bill 'his week displays the usual enterprise of the management. The chief attraction, perhaps, is the appsarance of the marvellous Bale Troupe of acrobats, whilst a hearty welcome will sure to be given to Albert Christian, the brilliant baritone singer, well known as the original singer of Soldiers of the Queen." The marvellous performance of a Han on horseback will take a lot of beating. NEWPORT. Roars of laughter always accompany the performance of the Bros. Hornc Troupe, and the comical eketch, "The Biter Bit," is bound to take on with a Newport audience. Other artistes engaged are Miss Florrie Gallimore. Miss Lily Langtry, Booker and Narbis, and Ara, Zebra, and Vora. SWANSEA. The Two M'Naughtcns are net inaptly known as the Mac3 of the day," and their eccen- tricities are boisterously funny. There also appear this week at the Swansea. Palace of Varieties J. W. Rowley, a. popular and favourite comedian, and Miss Alice Lloyd. THE LYCEUM, NEWPORT. The King of Crirae is the thrilling drama. to occupy the boards at the Lyceum this week. Mr. John Clyde takes the great role of "Ronjarre," who really is the king desperado. The mechanical changes are one of the big features of the play.

WELSH DELEGATES FOR THE DOMINION. Mr. D. Lloyd-George. M.P., Mr. W. J. Re,29 (estate agent to Sir John Llewelyn, Bart.), and Mr. Llewelyn Williams, the barrister, will leave for Carada. on Thursday. They have accepted the invitation of the Canadian Government to visit the Dominion and report upon the advan- tages which the country offers to emigrtntg from the old country, and more especially fivm Wales. The delegation is happily chosen, for in the well-known trio just named Tory and Radical and Churchman and Nonconfor- mist are represented in all the vigour and aggressiveness of each particular section. The three Welshmen will leave Liverpool by the new Allan liner Bavarian, a splendid new twin- screw steamer, which was taken for a trial trip L to the Irish Sea on Saturday. There was on [ board a large company of commercial men and journalists from Liverpool and elsewhere. Coun- cillor Itltyd Thomas representing Cardiff. The Bavarian is 520ft. long, 60ft. beam, and 43ft. deep, and Las a gross tonnage of 10,200. Roughly speaking, her length is nearly nine times her width, a factor in insuring not only great roominess for passengers' quarters. bu- steadiness as well. In fact, when the company were enjoying an elaborate and admirably- served luncheon on board on Saturday it was the subject of general remark that the ship, which was moving at the rate of about twenty miles an hour, was as steady ai an hotel on land. In its inter- nal arrangements and fittings the Bava- rian is a great advance on anything pos- sessed by the Allan Line. Luxurious comfort for the first and second class passengers may be expected in these days of busy oversea. travelling—and in this respect the Bavarian leaves nothing to be desired. The bert-hs are models of comfort and complete and up-to-date sanitary arrangements—no mere could be v obtained at first-class hotels—while the music- room, the smoking-room, and the separate waiting-rooms for ladies and gentlemen in the different classes are upholstered and furnished in the lavish and highly decorative style which the great liners now adopt. But, as was rightly emphasised by Mr. John Ennis, the business- like manager of the Allan Line, it ig the provision for the steerage passengers which makes the Bavarian notable among its kind. It is not exaggerating to say that third-class passengers on this boat will fare better than first-class passengers fared a few- years ago. For instance—we can only indicate the great advances made-the steerage is equipped with excellent lavatories, shower and ordinary baths, all in duplicate for male and female. There is a smoke-room for the men and a reading-room for the "lady thirds," and there is hot water constantly on tap. Curiosity took Mr. Illtyd Thomas and the representative L of this paper to examine the luxurious berths | | of the Welsh delegation to Canada, and the opinion was expressed that their most fas- tidious and eccentric inclinations would be agreeably met. The culinary arrangements are more than satisfactory, while the bar, which if in easy communication with a well-stocked "cellar," will enable the delegates to make valiant fight against mal de mer. In this con" nection it may be worth mentioning that some* one, on mischief bent, left under the pillow of Mr. Lloyd-George's bunk a small bottle labelled "Cure for sea-sickness; to be taken every ten minutes." The bottle contained rum, and the superscription, "With the compliments of the Chief of the 'Western Mail' was quite un" authorised. It may comfort Mr. Lloyd-George to know on the authority of the CardiffianS who sampled busily in the smoke-room thltt the vintage is excellent-a fact which Mr. VI, J. Rees and Mr. Llewelyn AVilliama may be left to find out for themselves.

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L (COPYRIGHT.) THE CHAIN OF OUR SINS. BY MISS M. E. BRADDON. Author of "Lady Audio's Secret," "The Fatal Thre»," "The Day Will Come," "Lost for Love," "Tho Doctor's Wife," "Whose Wat the Hand?" "One Life, One Love," "Thou Art the Man," "Sens of Fire," -to. CHAPTER L "HOW SHOULD I GREET THEE?" "Is it really, really you?" "Really, and very really. But what in the name of all that's wonderful can have brought my little Mary to South Africa?" They had come suddenly face to face in one of the corridors of the Ctaigmiliar Castle; face to face amidst all the hubbub and confusion of a great steamer homeward bound, and heaving with the shiver of departure. They stood there in the narrow corridor, cabin doors on either side of them, spellbound in the glad surprise of meeting, and unconscious that they were an obstruction to the passage of other eager spirits, tramping to and fro, look- ing for lost packages, all more or lezs frantic, disputing about cabins and berth3, in an atmosphere vibrating with farewells. These two forgot everything in the wonder of meeting after an interval that to young minds seemed a great gap in life. To age it would have been only a parenthesis. tie was tall, dark with the sun and weather, M'i originaJly of the fair Saxon type, as wit- Csed by large, bold blue eyes and crisp, light- wn hair; age about thirty, powerful frame, Mpd easy movements—a man who had lived VMebly in the open, and had looked the sun in tie face. like the eagles. She whom he called Uttle Mary was at least five feet, six, straight and slim as a reed, not by any means a beauty, but fall at charm in her fresh youthfulnesa, j with a smile of bewitching gaiety, and clear, 4ark May eyes; Irish eylm this old fximnA of -1 :I J!1:-f.>t>:{>v':f"¥/ l:tr, hers had called them, in the days when she was! little Mary. "You had better ask me what takes me homa to England." she said, when he had repeated his question—eager, impatient, with both her hands clasped in his. The people pushing past them took them fr brother and sister, or husband and wife, and thought them in the act of parting, and so were more tolerant than they might have been of this obstruction. "We are awfully in the way here," aid Mary Freeland. "Shall we go outside for a few minutes? You are not going on shore im- mediately, I hope?" "I am going on shore at gotrt-hampton-not before." "What! are we to be fellow-passengers? How nice!" „. "Isn't it!" Looking into her fresh, frank young face, it Looking into her fresh, fr:tnk young face, it flashed upon him that it would be still nicer if they could be fellow-passengers over the wide seas of life-a. passing fancy only, which any man might have about any woman as young and gay as Mary Freeland. Arnold Wildover and his newly-found friend went out upon the upper-dock, and stood watching the people thronging the narrow gangway, crowding into the tender, excited to fever-point in the final parting. Some might be only friends, some "mere aequaintanees; but all were moved to some touch of tragic feeling while the bell eamoured,- and -the clustered i faces looked down upon them from the bul-i vwiaa Iwtto wring iuKwJiwrchiefa, J above and below. At last the bell ceased its insistent warning, the tender moved swiftly shorewards, and Wildover and Mary were able to look at each other and talk to cach other calmly, standing side by side in a quiet corner, away from the traffic of ship's officers and P-is-enger3, the latter mostly on th war-pat.h. Table Bay lay around them, and Cape Town gleamed whitely in the clear afternoon light, sheltered in the vast amphitheatre of rock, cur- tained and protected by those grey cliffs, and dark with the denss growth of pine forests th-.t fill the valley. In the golden light of an African summer it seemed too fair a scene to leave willingly, to exchange summer for winter. the large pioturesqneness of South Africa for the fogs and the monotonous streets of London and the commonplace of English rusticity. Arnold Wildover looked at those jutting head-1 land3 and Titanic peaks with something of regret in his gaze. "I am getting quite accustomed to you I again," said Mary presently; "but it was & tremendous shock to meet you?"' "Why?" The monosyllable startled her. She blushed rosy red, and answered confusedly: ) "Well, you see, you left Mervynhall so sud denly-and one didn't know-and people said things-" "Said I had gone to the bad, no doubt." "So shameful of Lhem—just because you chose to leave a humdrum little town wliera you were not properly appreciated!" I "Where I was confoundedly miserable. But it's a true bill, Polly, my dear. There is always a scamp in the family, and I suppose it was my mission to fill the part. I have I been to the- dogs, Polly, but I contrived to come alive out of the kennel; and—for the last two years—I've been doing very well." "In the diamond-fields?" "No, I turned up the diamond diggings. I have been among the gold-miners at Heidel- berg. I tried my luck at Kimberley for a bit, but it was no go. And I drifted back to Cape Town worse off thran when I landed there, for the clothes I had come in were worn to I rags; and then a chap I knew at the 'Varsitjr, j wha had also had canine experience, turned ————————H——a—— up with a little bit of capital, and trucked his 1 cash against my knowledge of the mines and capacity for rough work; and the partner- ship answered better than such one-sided alliances generally do." "At Heidelberg?" cried Mary. "And I have been at Johannesberg, only thirty miles away. Did you never go to Johannesberg?" "Nob very often." "And did you go to the theatre when you were there?" I "Is there a theatre at Johannesberg?" "Is there one theatre? Why, there are three!" cried Mary, with a mortified air. "How little you care for the drama!" "Not much. I've been leading' rather too rough a life to care for stage-plays." "I'm glad you and your friend prospered, at any rate." "Well, you see, we bought a block in the Nigel Reef—only a very small block; the large ones are owned by companies-and we had I only a small capital to work with; but For- tune was kind and we did well. My chum had fever more than once, and I helped him to pull through, which he called saving his I life. And here I am, homeward bound on a flying visit to see the dear old mother, who never thought me quite the villain I appeared before the paternal high court of justice. And now for your story, little Mary. What brought you to the Cape, and, above all, to I Johannesubrg?" "I came with a company." "A company?" "A theatrical company. I'm an actress, you know." "Indeed, I know nothing of the kind. You were a kid when we last met; a solitary orphan kid, but as bright and happy as if you had been the centre of a jovial family. I should have thought your highly respectable aunt would have made a deliberate fight against your turning actress." "So she would, but she was too unkind, and I couldn't stand her any longer. You would never believe it"-and Mary blushed redder than before—"but aunt wanted me to marry Dr. Betts." "What! Why the man must be sixty, and he has worn a wig ever since I can remember him!" "And it's a wig that one can't help eeeing. There's hardly any make-believe about it." "And you plucked up a spirit and refused Betts? Did he make his offer in person?" "Not at first. He only hinted at marriage- said he wanted a nice little wife to cheer him of an evening after a long day's round among his patients. He told me that a doctor appreciated a cheerful home more than any other professional man, and he asked me one day if I thought any nice young lady would accept him. I told him that he ought to look for some amiable person of his own age, if he wanted to be happy with his wife, since in aU the novels I had ever read the young women who married old men always eloped in the second volume, and came back to die miserably in the third. No sensible man would want to begin a story of, that kind, I told him. He laughed, and said that the only merit in a novel was not to resemble life, and that he should not despair of win- ning some nice girl's heart." "The presumptuous old idiot!" "I thought he was only talking for talking's sake—just to fill the time between the porch and the garden ga.te, for aunt had sent me to see him to his carriage but a week afterwards she told me he had proposed for me and was willing to take me without a penny, and allow me a hundred a year. paid quarterly, to buy clothes. She told me it was a particularly generous offer-for a girl who was almost plain." "Plain! That's an outrageous lie." "I'm so glad you think so. Of course, I know I'm not pretty; but peop'e have generally liked me, and one doesn't want to think one;elf repulsive." "You were pretty enough to nttract Dr. Betts, at any rate." "Oh. aunt said it was only his benevolence that made him propose for me. He knew that I was entirely dependent upon her. and it was out of pure kindness of heart he offered ti make me Mrs. Betts and the mistress of his beautiful house." "What rot-what confounded rot!" I "You know his beautiful house-a round table in the middle of his drawing-room, and a walnut' suite covered with magenta, repp. I think I should go mad if I had to live in the midst, of a walnut suite-wouldn't you. Well. I said no, and no, and no-in spite of all aunt could urge about the house, and the silver tea- poti, and things, and the use of Dr. Betts's carriages when he didn't want them. I went on saying no, though aunt got more and more cantankerous, and would hardly help me to -pudding. I believe she'd have locked me up in an attic and kept mo on bread and water if she hadn't been afraid of the Society for the- Prevention of Cruelty to Children. I was only seventeen, so I suppose I should have ranked as an infant. And, to make a long story shert, he worried me so that at last I plucked up a spirit, and did just what you did." "Ell?" "I ran away. Don't look shocked. No doubt it was all through your bad example." "But where did you run to, child? Good God! Seventeen and friendless!" "Not. quite. I have no more aunts, and, in- deed, if I had six I doubt if I should have tried I another. But I happen to have an uncle-my father's youngest brother-who married an actress while he was at Oxford, and went on the stage, and offended everybody belonging to him. I had just seen in the paper that he was acting at Cambridge, so I just took a third-class ticket by the first morning train, and was in time for breakfast with ml uncle and his wife in Market Hill, Cambridge. It was a. very early train, you see, and a very late breakfast." "Poor little waif! Didn't your uncle look I rather blue at such an unexpected ap- pearance?" "Not a bit of t. Uncle and his wife were r both as kind as ever they could be. and I told them everything. Uncle Joe said I had my father's eyes, and he would have known me as a Freeland anywhere—his stage name is Faver- sham—and they took a room for me at the top j sham—and they took a room for me at the top j of the house—a weeny room with a sloping ceil- ing—and I walked on that very night. "Walked on?" j "On the Cambridge stage—as a guest in a ball- I room scene. Aunt lent me one of her frocks. I had only to stand and sit about and say nothing. It was to accustom me to the lights. Uncle Joe said I was just the right age, and I had- a—a—good appeirance"-blushirg at the recol-, lection of having been called a pretty girl for the first time in her life—"and that I ought to make an actress. He was manager of a touring company, you see, and was taking round his own melodrama. 'Holding up the Mail'-a tre- mendous success everywhere. People liked it better than Shakspere." "Then my poor little Mary fell on her feet?" "Immensely. They were ever so good. Aunt is a. leading lady, and a really fine actress, though she has been shamefully ignored by the London managers. I went about touring with them for nearly three years in England. Scot- land, and Ireland; and fifteen months ago we all came to Africa, and we have been acting at Cape Town, Port Elizabeth, and Johannes- burg, off and on. ever since. My uncle brought me on board the boat. He had not gone ten minutes when I saw you. I was awfully sorry -to leave them." "But why leave them? Have you another. good-natured uncle up your sleeve?" "I have not another relation in the world." "Then why abandon these, and face the world alone?" "Because I have been left a fortune. Aunt began by disinheriting me a week after I ran away. She made a will leaving all her 'property to the Asylum for Idiots, and sent me a copy of it. 'I am leaving all I have to persons of your class,' she wrote; 'I did not know there were so many of you.' "The old lady must have thought herself a wit." "I wrote and told her she was at liberty to leave her money to the Shoe Brigade; but that, whatever she might think. I was not ungrateful for past kindness. I had run away from Dr. Betts rather than from her. And then from time to time I used to send her a newspaper with a favourable notice, just to let her see that I was alive." "What an artful yopng. woman! I. had no idea that pretty curly brown head was screwed — '1- ? "Uncle Joe put, me up to the deed. 'Nothing like a, good notice" to soften the old lady's heart,he used to say." "You didn't send her the unfavourable notices —the cutters and the slashers?" "The notices that said I was 'overweighted' cr 'disappointing' ? Of course not. Well, I heard no more of her till she had been dead and buried ever so long—poor old dear. Then there came a long letter from Mr. Roffey—you remember Mr. Roffey, the solicitor?—ta say that my aunt had made a fresh will shortly before her demise—he called it demise; so much less shocking than any other word—and left me all her property on condi- tion that I left the stage at once, finally, and for ever. Mr. Rcffey and a Mr. Middleham, who was a great friend of aunt's, are my trustees, and hold the property in trust for me. to be forfeited and to go to the Idiot Asylum if ever I act in a theatre, hall, or place of enter- tainment where money is taken at the doors." "Capital! And you are still free to exercise your talents in the Theatre Royal Back Draw- ing-room?" "Oh, I have no talent. I was just able to I get on while I had uncle and aunt to teach me everything; but of course I was dreadfully in- experienced; and I heard a horrid low comedian tell the stage manager that if I hadn't been the Georger's niece I shouldn't have been allowed to deliver a message in a properly-managed theatre!" "The Georger?" "Name for the manager—old-fashioned, I be- lieve. The low comedian must have been nearly eighty." "And you are free and independent. And, pray, what are von- going to do when you get back to England?" "First, I am going to Mervynhall." "To take possession of your estate— naturally." "And to see old friends if they will see me. I They may cut me, perhaps, for- having run away, and for having tried to be an actress." "Not they t Prejndice in that- way iB ancient history. Besides, they are sure to feel kindly ï towards a nioe yooag lady with a snug little property. Pray, at how much do you estims-to your property?" "Aunt used to say that she had not quite fle hundred a year besides The Briery and tbe orchard and the three meadows." "I call not quite five hundred a, year a very comfortable income-for one young woroau, You mustn't be in a hurry to marry. yots must be on your guard against all adventurer and fortune-hunters." t Mary's cheeks reddened again, and this til11 the mounting colour had a look of sudde anger. "I am not going to m,,trry-ever-pe What a ridiculous warning. "Well, it's not always unnecessary. girls are so soft-hearted; any plausible fellow can get round them. And I daresay Yoti have a corner in your heart for some Romeo 0 Benedict you've left behind you." j "Do you suppose I could care for an from heaven if he used grease-paints? now I've been prosing for nearly an hour ah" j my adventures, so please tell me yours, begin at the beginning." There was a brief silence before Wildo replied, and then he began, with a sigh: itf "Ah, Mary, my dear, my record isn't as clean as yours. My story is a long < and would hardly bear telling; and all t is worst in it is dreariest, and would be hardest to tell. We'll sweep it behind Mary—3end it away to sea with a floirris'^jr my arm—as Mr. Podsnap used to sweep ^0 any subject he disliked; and you 1110 cSt. content to know that I have led an hard-working life since I came to Africa. that I have done pretty well—as I told before—and am going home for a hoi before setting to work again." "You mean to come back, then? Yofl Africa?" (To be Continued) — —— Printed by the Proprietors, Western tJ¡.0I"" Limited, and published by them at offices, St. Mary-street, Cardiff. MONDAY. AUGUST 21, 180 i .P

The speaker was Julia Lannerman, and Car- rie Norton heard her with a face that showed pale in the uncertain light, but on which was no trace of fear. "Julia Lannerman," she said, in a brave, firm voice, "Ha.rry Corless is as true a man a3 ever proved loyal to woman. And it is not as you say—the sea shall not divide us, for-" But Carrie never finished the sentence, for Julia. arose from her seat with a mocking laugh: "The sea shall divide you now and for ever!" she cried, and, leaping forward with a terrible momentum, she deliberately threw all her weight upon one side of the boat, overturning it and casting both of them into th3 water. "My darling, murmured Harry Corless, as he bent over the re-animated form of Carrie Norton on the deck of the Al Foster, "I could not save you both, but Julia Lannerman has not gone to her account with a lie against me upon her lips and your blood upon her head. Other hands no iers willing than mine have saved her. AU she has succeeded in doing has been to hasten the day of our happiness. But, do you know, darling, that after I had leaped overboard, when the Al Foster brought me to your rescue at the last moment, I was guided towards you by your hat, which was floating over the spot where you had sunk for the second time." He held up the Division-street hat, whose blue forget-me-nots and white carnations were still dropping with the sea, from which he had wrested his bride.