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A VILLAGE FOR SALE. On the last day of the present month there will be brought under the bammer at York an entire village, which is a portion of the Yorkshire estates of Sir Powlet Millbank, Bart. It includes a fully-licensed public-house, a. handsome shooting-box. several farms, cot- tages, and holdings, forming the entire parish of Well, eight miles north of Ripon. The advowsons and manors of Thornton, Watlass, and Well will also become the property of the purchaser of the estate.

SCENE IN A CATHEDRAL A sensation* wao caused at evensong yester- day in Chichester Cathedral. Special services -were held to celebrate the festival of the dedi- cation of the cathedral, and last night, after a sermon preached by the Rev. Philip Waggett, one of the Cowley Fathers, the Rev. John Henderson, rector of St. Pancras, Chichester, roee and, addressing the dean, protested against what he described as the Romiah doc- trine taught by the preacher. Mr. Henderson then left the cathedral. The Bishop of Chiches- ter was present.

I RHYL POSTMASTERSHIP. 1 It is reported in Rhyl that the vacant poet- mastership has been filled by the appointment of Mr. Clarke, of the superintendent's department, Post-office, Bristol. The Rhyl office is the chief. of one of the largest and moat important districts in North Wales, and haa the control of a number of sub-offices, including those of St. \1 Asaph, Abergele, and Prestatyn. The vacancy has been occasioned by the promotion of Mr. J. Batho to be postmaster at Leicester.

THE KIDNAPPED MISSIONARY. Boston. Monday.-The ftmd for the release of Miss Stone, the American missionary, who was kidnapped by brigands in Turkey, now amounts to thirty thousand dollars. I •'

PRINCE CHUN. Port Said, Konday.-Prinee Chun has arrived here. He ia in good health.—Renter.

A WOMAN'S SHADOWED LIFE. In a well-kept little house four miles from Folkestone resides Mrs. Jane Cole, wife of the respected foreman of the Folkestone Water- works. Mrt. Cole is thirty-nine years of age. and for many years has lived in the town and district of Folkestone. Although now bright, happy, and content, with five sunny children. Mrs. Cole still bears signs of an ordeal she has gone through. Some twelve years ago she first felt the unaccountable influence of a great dread, which developed into a fea,rfu. nervous feeling. Then came sickness. A doctor was called in, but time went on, and Mrs. Cole rapidly grew weaker and more ner- vous. She was, in fact, seen to be utterly wrecked, so al'.ered that old friends would hardly recognise her, and in a state of gene- ral collapse. Her ills were intensified by "white leg" (an aggravated form of anaemia); ebe could not at this period ge;, her boot on, I and walking was entirely out of the question. At thia crisis Mrs. Cole. who had tried almost every likely remedy, was recommended by a neighbour to use Dr. Williams' pink pills for pale people, with the result that she was soon restored to health. At this point we will let Mrs. Cole continue her narrative in her own language, as I reported in the "Folkestone Chronicle," whose I specially accredited representative questioned and corroborates her. "I can say," she averred, "that Dr. Williams' pink pills for pale people drove away a shadow that threatened my very life, though it was not- until I had taken two boxes that I began to feel any lasting benefit. By that time my appetite had returned, and I could do that which I had not done for many a long and weary day-eat and enjoy a good meal." "You my your appetite returned. How about the nervousness? "It was some five or six weeks before that wore off. but now I am a. new creature. The a.w(u: fea.r I was subject to has gone entirely. I told you that in the early days of my illness I could not walk. Now (the fact speaks for iteelf signifii^ntly enough) I walk to Folke- stone aid back sometimes twice a. week, do my shopping, and often carry ray purchases home with me. I can truly tell you, sir, that ilfjwn (he da? wfcaa I .first heard of Dr. Wil- iams' pink pills for pale people from my leighbour." "Yours is an extraordinary cure, undoub- tedly, Mri Cols; but does your knowledge extend an} further as to the benefits derived from this remedy? "Oh. yea; a. friend of mine, Mrs. Philpott, it Cheriton. saved her baby's life by dissolv- ing the pills in water and administering them n that form to the infant, and I could give you lots of names. To my husband's mother, who suffers excruciating neuralgic pains, I recommended the pills, and she says that they are the only means by which she obtained relief from pain and which alleviate the nervousness that follows neuralgia. Then, again, you have the case of a lady living near the office of the Folkestone Chronicle.' She hai1 gone through years of suffering, been operated upon in one of the Metropolitan hos- pitals, and sent home as hopeless. Not long ago I met her. She was, to my surprise, her former self again, looking and feeling well and hearty. The first thine she told me was that she owed her recovery entirely to Dr. Williams' pink* pills for pale people." Mre. Cole's address is Lower Standen. near Folkestone. The cases above related are typical of many which constantly create local enthusiasm in all parts of the country. There is scarcely a village, and certainly not a con- siderable town, which does not contain sound and hearty people who- have been aaved from n condition of wretched ill-health or perma- nent invalidism by Dr. Williams' pink piUo— p pjwayi the pon tine pills, however, for it is a remarknble fact that, though substitutes are pushed by a large number of tradesmen upon the acceptance of people whom they think easily deceived, not one cure has ever been reported from the use of a. substitute; though, on the other hand. many people have been permanently injured bv them. The beat plan when a- substitute is offered is to walk out of the shop, disregarding the false pretence of the shonman who tries to sell substitutes, and send direct to Dr. Williams' Medicine Com- pany. Folborn-viadnct. London, for the genuine pills--two shillings and ninenence for one box. thirteen and nine for six. When the wrapper b^rs the full tit.le. Dr. Williams' pink pills for nale people, and then only. the pira are eenuine. They have cured impove- rished blood, anaemia, rickets. scrofula, "decline." consumption, indisrestion. palpita- tions. rheumatism, sciatica, St. Vitus' dance, rnralysis. locomotor ataxy, neuralgia, and all disturbances of the nervous system. L15533

All Rights Reserved.] TO-DAY'S STORY. "EVENING EXPRESS" NEW SERIES. • The Retrieving of His Honour. (COMPLETE.) There wa3 a court-martial, for i\he circum- stances were suspicious. The officer-had saved himself, and the few men that-were-with him had been cut to pieces. Moreover, the British public demavrded this also—the British public safely at lioii^e, and reading the war news with slippered feet»tf.hrust nearer the blaze. All these readers at their eminently safe distance Knew exactly wiiat ought to have been done in such a terrible moment of sudden and hopeless calamity, and they would have done it, too—or, so they thought. The oonrt-martial was almost a formality, becauae all the witnesses save one were dead. Save by their mute presence out there on the frontier, they could testify to no man's guilt or innocence, and Lieutenant Hayter's word had to be taken for what it was worth. Be that as it may. the charge of cowardice could not satisfactorily œ brought home to him, and half-heartedly he was acquitted, so Lieutenant Hayter's secret lay still between himself and God. But. in spite of the formal acquittal, public opinion still held him guilty; I it pursued him so relentlessly with its scorn and suspcion that the man had far better have died out there with his comrades than lived through such days of bitterness. The hearty hand-clasps of former times became listless touches, or none at all. The fivces of his brother officers became to him set as masks. with unspoken suspicion always Questioning him. In truth, the martyrdom of those six months and what had gone before ha.d broken him sadly in mind and body, turning his hair grey long before its time. '1'0 "Save witnessed such a change in s.) short a time would have broken his mother's heart. had she been aUve; but. fortunately, she was not, and to no one else did his fate matter particularly. To avoid the threatening and scurrilous letters and the veiled, doubting scorn of the world. Lieutenant Hayter ceased to exist, and Henry Heath took his place. It was a ruined place at the best, for the man's will and energy seemed paralysed into ineptitude. "If I were ever sick or sorry I would come here; it ia a pla-ce that. under such circum- stances. would call me irresistibly. The friend had laughed, voting it slow and deadly dull. He was now a colonel, and would have voted it slower still, but to the man drift- ing like seaweed upon that dreary sea which is tideless-without aim or purpose—it was a desirable haven. "He looks," said an English girl pityingly. as though he had something to forget." She and her little half-sister were the only representatives of his own nationality, and almost imperceptibly they drifted together. He showed them all the little courtesies which are possible in hotel life, and the child Gracie soon grew very fond of him. She was a delicate, high-spirited child, and the elder sister mothered her with the sweetest patience. It was that sweetness of hers which made her kinder to Hayter than she might have been otherwise to a mere hotel acquaintance. She read aright his utter silence concerning himself and his doings, knowing it sad and unnatural, and unspoken pity brought them nearer every duy. She had no particular beauty save that cf health, moral and pnysical, but her eyes had clear, kindly depths in them, and she possessed that frank graciousness of manner which fears no evil. They were singularly fearless those two English gi-rls, and sometimes he called them foolnardy for the feats they attempted. They had golden hours through the glorious summer days, with scarce any darkness between the dawns, but neither to the happy nor the miser- able does Time stand still; the tideS may seem to ebb and flow evenly, but each one rises a little higher than his fellow to steal from us equally the cherished joy or the burden flung thankfully away. To Hayter the end came with a startling suddenness—that is. the beginning of the end. which was to accomplish itself a few days later, and it came in this WIse. The whole island lay parched and dry for want of rain, and the grass of the high, jheer cliffs was well-nigh as slipery as an ice slope— a danger to the surest footed and the unwary alike. Both her sister and Hayter had warned J Gracie about this again and agaiw, but they 1 could not put a girl of fourteen into leading- strings, and one day Eleanore, busy over her sketching, heard a cry wild and faint as a cry of one of the many seagulls tossed like I gleaming foa-n crests upon the marvellous blue of the waves. Without a thought of danger, she looked round, expecting to see Gracie and her butterfly net close at hand, and then a terrible sense of being alone made her spring uti alarmed, calling upon her sister's name. Only the gulls answered her—only the gulls and the silenc° which should have rung so cheerily with Gracie's fresh young voice. With that curious quietuess which is the immediate harbinger of disaster, Eleanore went round the cliff, so sheer, and gaunt, and rugged, to look down. but she saw nothing save a seagull resting with outspread wings uader the shadow of a. "tunted bush far below her. It was only a seagull, so she told herself, I but her frightened heart knew better as it beat to suffocation and stifled the cry upon her lips. That little gleaming heap of whiteness was Grace, just stayed upon her flight into CTernity by the slightest chance in the world— a chance that might fail at-iny moment. But in such an emergency Eleanore Heathcote was not one to be paralysed into helplessness, and she knew that even the forlorn hope of a res- cue needed aid. She met Hayter almost at once—for he was seldom far off, and he read the tragedy in her face. But when in an agony of beseeching she bade him look down upon the poor little figure his faee turned even whiter than her own, and for a few moments he appeared panic-stricken; then she saw with what an effort he pulled himself together, yet he spoke quite steadily. "I will try and get down to her if you will go for more help—and a rope." "Oh! if you would; and yet it may mean your death! I should not ask it Such a descent might easily have meant any man's death, but even as her tongue faltered the infinite need of his help made her eager hands well-nigh push him forward. But after those first moments of seeming panic he re- quired no urging, merely repeating his request that she should immediately seek further help before commencing the descent. Without a possible life to save it would have been a madly foolhardy attempt. Even with such a high motive in view, the chances were a hundred to one against his saving Grace or himself, yet he did both after a fashion, al- though the hands which placed their senteless burden in the elder sister's care were torn and bleeding, while Gracie herself might easily have been dead for any sign of life she showed. The rescue had taken an hoar, and through that time the poor little, broken-winged bird bad neither stirred nor moved. But it was Hayter who re-assured them concerning her before the arrival of the doctor. She is badly hurt, I am afraid." he said; "but not dead. I have seen death too often not to know." Relieved momentarily of her worst feat's, Eleanore had time to remember what he had done, and the light leapt into her eyes as she tried to thank him. "How bravely you have acted," she cried. "How brave you are!" She said it with all her warm, womanly heart, and a sudden flush chased the white exhaustion from his face; it was no flush of elation, but as if, unwittingly, she had struck him a blow. He was right about Gracie. She was not to die, although so grievously maimed and hurt that for some weeks her chance of life seemed little or none. It was the girl's uncle and guardian. Colonel West, hurrying across with the best English surgeon available, who turned Hayter out of his fool's paradise. It so happened that Grace, in her childish terror of pain and suffering, would submit and be patient to none so readily as to her rescuer, and the two men were about to clasp hands across the bed when each drew back a little, for they knew each other well, and in his astonishment the Colonel called him clearly by name and military title—the name tuat was a household one in England, yet not held in honour. In the nainful silence a man's herrt might have been heard beating, and Grace, with her sharp intelligence feverishly alert, understood as she looked from one to the other. Taking Hayter's left hand, still so badly injured from her rescue, she put it fondly to her lips. "Is that your name? Then, how dare they call you a coward or say you left your men to die? You didn't, did you?" The clear, high-bred, childish tones rang confidently out, and. looking lovingly into his face, she challenged him to lie. But he had a stronger temptation still, for in that most Printed by the Proprietors. Western Mail Limited, and published by them at their Offices, St. Maty-street, Cardiff; at their Offices. Castle Bailey-street. Swansea; at the Shop of Mr. Wesley Williams, Bridgend—all in the County of Glamorgan; at the "Wes- tern Mail" Office, 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 Car- marthen; and at the Offices of the "Brecon County Times." The Bulwark and Lion-street, Brecon, in the County of Brecknock. MONDAY, OCTOBER 7. 1901. painful moment Eleanore's trusting soul shone steadfast in her eyes, and he flaw all the womanly love and faith which would believe one man's word against the caJumny of the whole world, and walk with him hand in hand in spite of it. All that could make life worth lying was within his grasp if only he dared to secure it by a word of assurance. As salvage from the wreck of lost fortunes, the love of a. good woman had floated back to him, and with one justifying word he could claim it—yet honour forbade, that honour which the world at large totally dented to Lieutenant John Hayter. Meanwhile they all waited for him to speak,, and even Colonel West felt convinced that at last the truth, as known only to John Hayter and his God. would be told. In speaking, Hayter raised his hand a.ø though appealing to the Unseen Witness for help to sustain so great a renunciation. Although answering Gracie, he looked only at the woman who loved and believed in him. "I was a coward-as the world understands! In the panic of the moment I left my men to their fate; but, remember, I could only have disciplined their resistance and died with them. Would to God I had done so! Only those who have lived through such an experience can rightly judge a man's conduct in it. That night I was awakened suddenly out of deep sleep and peaceful dreams into a veritable heil of danger and death. I doubt if any man amongst us remembered his neighbour, but I,

"EXPRESS" SPECIALS. This Week's List. TUESDAYV-Roaab-road Wecleyan Church ard the Rev. Dr. Richardson. WEDNESDAY. — Tiorman Hurst's "Washing Day." TKURSDAY.-CardifF Soccer Club. Photo and Biographies. FRIDAY.—Football in Scotland, by D. S. Duncan. SATURDAY.—How Jimmy Burke Saved the I Game, by C. W. Alcock. their officer. undoubtedly failed in my duty. Like a trapped animal, I thought only of escaping. It was the bolting of my horse which saved me. although in the first few moments after mounting I could easily have mastered him. The CllrFe of my life has been a momentary unreadiness In any sudden danger. I have felt this as a boy ever, again and again. and I should not have been a soldier, for his I courage and resource must never fail him. You remember. Miss Heathcote. only the other day how dhurply I had to pull myself together lest you.should read the cowardice on my face? It costs me infinitely much to tell you these j thinys, but it is right that you should know I them. You. of all people, must not think better of me than I deserve." The laying bare of a man's soul is as solemn as the parting of body and spirit, and even Colonel West's hard, soldierly face was softened into pity. Perhaps he knew better than Eleanore the bitterness of such a confession under tho circumstances, for what man would not be a hero to the woman he loves? As though the last word had been spoken between them, John Hayter turned to leave the room, not unlike one who has just received a mortal hurt but Eleanore moved swiftly for. ward, placing herself directly in his way. ward, placing herself directly in his way. "Let the world say falsely if it will. We have proved you, Gracie and I." Loyal. loving, intensely pitying, it was the giving of herself, and they all knew it. But Hayter knew also that suc'i a stigma of blame and obloquy is never lived down. and that a man's wife must necessarily share his dis- honour. She felt the quivering of his lips upon her hand- and knew it to be a wordless leave- taking. Colonel West, too, read the stricken face aright as it passed him. and he saluted it gravely and with respect. "Before God," he thought, "the man's a hero, after all!"

Passing Pleasantries. Tramp (to partner): Did the old man give I you anything. Bill? I Partner: -No. "What did you say to him?" "I asked him if he couldn't help a poor man who was out o' work, and lie said he could give me some work. Times seem to be getting wuss every day." NOT IN THE TRUST. Philanthropist: What's the matter, little boy? What are you crying about? Little Boy: The fellers on the street have I formed a trust, and I ain't in it. A feller can't play baseball or shinney all by hisself, can he? A QUESTION OF GEXDER. A correspondent says that in a French examination this question was put:—"Give the gender of tete-a-tete, with comments." The answer returned by one of the examinees was: -"Tete-a-tete is of the common gender, beeeuse it usually takes place between a man and a. woman." ALL ARRANGED. "But, my son," said the fond parent, "if you do not attend school regularly you will never be regarded as an intellectual light." "01:. yes. father, I will," responded the fair- haired youth. "I intend to make a few I millions and then endow colleges, and thus acquire more degrees than I could win in a lifetime of study." With eyes moist with pride, the father bade the bov go bravely forward upon the path of destiny. I

[COPYR I GHT.] Football "Specials." Some International Games. By HOWARD SPENCER. In acceding to the request made to me to put on paper some record of my international ex- periences, it occurred to me after the publi- cation of the title of my article that I might with expediency have selected another topic, because, owing mainly to unfortunate acci- dents, I have not had so much experience of international football aa I could have wished. international football as I could have wished. More than once I have bad to stand by just at the time that international honours were being doled out. and had I been better blessed with luck I should have had a few more caps than have fallen to my lot. Therefore, if I include in this article certain matter which does not strictly appertain to international football the "reader must r trglve me, more particularly as I consider that A Dose of Advice to Young Backs I may do more good than a recital of my experiences in certain games. However, 1 have played once against Scotland, twice against Wales, three times in the Inter-League matches with Ireland, and three times in the same match against Scotland, so that when I have I given you a few of my earlier experiences and impressions I shall have some material where- with to make up a tale about international football strife. The first internation&i in which I partici- football strife. The first intematiomti in which I partici- pated was one of minor importance so far as the calibre of the players was concerned, although the game had a great bearing upon my future career as a footballer. It was an international in name (41v; the term inter- national as applied to it is a misnomer, but writers will use the word when referring to it. The match I refer to was the so-called Junior International—to be more precise, the annual trial of strength between a team representing the Scottish Junior Association and the junior players of the amateur clubs connected with the Birmingham and District Football Association. This particular ma.tch too place at Leamington towards the close of the season 1893-4, and it was the first of the series. I was selected at first reserve at full back, and one of the chosen backs failing to turn out I did duty for him. I presume 1 must have played pretty well, for the lynx- eyed Charles Johnstone, one of the Villa. directors, spoke to me after the match, and the result of our conversation was that I played for the few remaining games of the season with Aston Villa Reserves. I did. well for them. so well that I got a trial with the first eleven long before I thought my oppor- tunity would come. It happened in this wise. Baird and Wel- ford were the Villa backs at the beginning of the season 1894-5, and the former did not show his best form. When he first came into the eleven he was considered a very fine back, although he was always on the light side. I had done good service for the Reserves—at least so it was said-so. I was given a trial with the senior eleven, and I Shall Never Forget My First League Match. Jame3 Welford was with me. and a fine partner he was. He was a big, strong, fear- less. lion-hearted fellow, and he took a great many bumps that otherwise might have come in my direction. Naturally, I was nervous, in a sense; I don't see how a young fellow can fail to be nervous in his first important game. I knew full welL too, that football directors do not give yowng players too many trials unless they show real grit at the start. I tried to play my ordinary game, and that is what I would advise every young player to do. It is no use seeking to change your style when you are on trial; play your normal game and let it stand for what it is worth. If the directors are good judges of football they will be able to tell whether you are showing foot- ball which may lead to something better, or whether your style is such that no further trouble need be taken with you. The critics were very kind to me; looking back and reading what they saitt I fancy they were rather too kind. They might have led me to believe that I was a better player than really was the case. However, I kept on playing my game, and I kept my place with the Villa team, and very proud I was of the fact. I hope I am not of a boastful nature. I do not lay claim to the possession of any exceptional ability in my young days I believe I succeeded mainly by perseverance and honest effort. I put forth every ounce of energy and tried to profit by everything I saw. Give me -not the erratic genius who plays one bewildering brilliant game and two unsound ones, but the man who improves a little-perhaps only a very little— every time he turns out. I always tried to play a sound game. It is not for me to say whether or not I succeeded. I never took risks; I never tried to be dazzlingly brilliant; I leave that for the people who like a specu- lative game. I Never Played for the Cheers of the Crowd, cordially though I appreciate a round of applause which I believe to be deserved. 1 always preferred safe methods; I never tried to be showy. A back's duty is to protect his goal, and, that being so. the sooner he gets rid of the ball the better. If the ball isn't in vour ha.lf of the field the other side can't get goals, and your forwards may. Give them all the chances you can; place the ball to them in preference to letting an opposing back return it. But when pressed always get rid of the ball, no matter where it may go; placing at some crisis must be a, matter of eecondary importance. At the same time, long kicking from back to back is to be depre- cated; it serves no uselnl purpose; it is simply a matter of marking time. I commenced my career with the Villa League team at a very early age. I wua only seventeen when I played my first league game. and I have yet to learn that any younger first class footballer has figured regularly in First League football. I-was tall for my years, and not weak either. I remember that one local writer referred to me as "a lath of a, fellow." I mention my age and my achievements as a junior not to glorify myself in any way, because there have been backs who will be remembered for their inter- national records when my name is only dimly re-called, but simply to prove that It is Possible for a Youth to Hold His Own with the best at seventeen if only he will keep his head' cool and play his own game. Natu- rally, I was very elated with my success. I should not have been human had I not felt pleased and proud; but I strove to bear my honours meekly and to avoid a swollen head. I succeeded, and I am quite sure that people appreciated me personally all the more because I did net strut about as if the world had been bequeathed to me. Some players do get unduly puffed up; then when they fall from favour thev get bitter and jealous and insult those who have been good friends to them. Again. I hope that none of my readers will deem my remarks egotistical. They are not meant to be tWo I merely desire to warn young fellows against certain pitfalls into which it is possible to fall—into which many do fall. Now let me deal with the representative matches in which I have figured. The only time I played against Scotland was at the Crystal Palace in 1897. This was Aston Villa's great season, and Reynolds and Athersmith. my club colleagues, also took part in the game. We lost by two goals to one, but our forwards were not a good line that season. There was a lack of cohesion among them, and the shoot- ing was not what it ought to have been. Chadwick and Milward were then past their best, and G. O. Smith has played better in international games than he did that day. But the Scottish defence was very tturdy. Nick Smith and Drummond gave our forwards no quarter, and I doubt if Scot- land ever had a better half-back line. Neil Gibson, James Cowan, and Hugh Wilson were a superb trio. No one knows better than I do how James Cowan can break up an opposing front line. and he played a perfect game in this match. I have never seen a finer tackler than Cowan and never expect to meet a finer. There is a doggedness about him which I have never perceived in any other player, and if he sets his mind upon rendering a rival centre forward ineffective he generally does it. Hugh Wilson, too. has rarely been equalled and never beaten as a wing half. Tom Hyslop was a thorn in our sides, not because he was a particularly skilful forward, but because He was so Deadly in His Shooting. John Bell played a magnificent game forward; he was just in his prime. Poor George Allan. of Liverpool, was in the centre, but I mean no disrespect to him when I say that Aston Villa's great centre, John Campbell—the best the club have had since the days of Archie Hunter—ought to have filled the position. How- ever. Scotland won. so it matters little who played. I know that Oakley and I had a very busy time. I also played against Wales in the same year. The match took place at Sheffield, and we won easily by six goals to none. Oakley was my partner in this game also, but he was quite off colour in this match. He "missed liis kijk repeatedly. "his wan surprising, for everyone knows what a splendid player the Corinthian is. However, we all have our off! days. I played against Wales again at Cardiff in 1900, and in this match the result was a draw of one goal each. Our forward play that day was not worthy of an English interna- tional quintet. But England did badly in her international fixtures that season, G. O. Smith being quite a failure as a goal-getter; indeed, I don't think he scored in any of the three games. Yet on paper we had a capital side. I have never played against Ireland in an international match rroper, but I have thrice figured in the inter-League game with the Hibernians, end very jolly the engagements weie. The first was at Stoke in 1896. when the result was a draw of two goals each; the second was at Belfast in 1899. when we won by five goals to one. I have been chosen for the inter-League match with Scotland three; times, viz.. 1896. 1897. and 1900. In the first game we won easily, five to one being the score in our favour, but we lost in 1897 by 5—0. and the 1903 match in London was drawn. I have thus had my share of League honours, and some of the teams chosen have been better, in my opinion, than the international sides of my opinion, than the international sides of the same season. As a rule there is more cohe- I sion among the forwards. I hold four English League Championship medals, two Stafford- shire Cup final medals, two English Cup final medals, and three Birmingham Cup final medals, and I prize them all very much. Sin- gularly enough, prior to last season the Villa had won the League or the English,-Cup every season I was in the team; the only year in which their board was barren was the year in which I was laid up with an injured knee. This is, of course, a pure coincidence. Aston Villa have never had to rely upon one man for their triumphs. I like international games; the play is always fair and honourable. I would rather play in ten internationals than one cup-tie. The Best Forward Line I Have Met was not encountered in an international game. The finest combination I have ever had to face < was that identified with the famous Sunderland team. In the days when John Campbell, James Miller, and James Hannah were playing the Sunderland forward line worked together with clock-like mechanism, and you never knew which man to go for. I have had more than one gruelling when opposed to them, and was always glad when I thought I had reason to believe that I had fairly well held my own. But occasionally that line would make any full back look rather foolish. The beat left wing I ever played against was that of Everton ion the days of Chadwick and Mil- ward. Thsy brought the science of wing-play to its highese form. I have more than once been asked by an interviewer: "Which individual forward has troubled you most?" I have general answered Fred Spikesley. The Sheffield Wednesday man was a very deceptive player. Some men are safe if you can only run them into a corner, but it was not so with Spikesley. He could get goals from a very narrow angle. In the English Cup final between the Wolves and Shef- field Wednesday Spikesley showed what a dan- gerous fellow he was when apparently almost out of range. I know I always had to watch him very narrowly, although, as a rule, I may say that I do not mind oeing pitted against a clever forward, especially if he will hang on the ball. I always think that where you corner a man it is always odds on the back getting the ball, or, at least, preventing the forward doing anything to lead to serious danger. It is two men I fear, not one. Get two men with a thorough understanding, such as Bassett and M'Leod used to have, and any back pitted against them will have a sorry time. Two men can always beat one back.. I have been very lucky in the men I have had in front of me. Generally I have had a splendid half in advance of me, and you don't know how the presence of such a man lightens your work or what a sense of comfort it gives you. John Reynolds was a. splendid half. He was always worrying the men, and yet, in a sense, he was slow. That is what made his play all the more astonishing. There was no limit to his cleverness with the ball, and when at the top of his game he was a wgnderfal half-back. I regret that I shall be lost to football this season. "1 could not do myself justice last year, owing to a weak knee, and I have deter- mined to have a year's rest. I shall be avail- able for the Villa again (if they want me) later on, for I am still a young fellow. I do not think it would be fair to ask them to sign me as I am. But I have not given up the game.

FISH MARKET ROW AT CARDIFF The Manager Assaulted. An incident occurred at Cardiff Fish Market on Saturday night which shows the desira- bility of the manager being clothed in an official dress. A row began, and Mr. Molyneux tackled one of the combatants to thrust him out But h-e found he had caught a Tartar. for the man (said to be 'a well-known pugilist from the Rhondda) resented the interference of one who appeared a mere civilian like him- self, and laid him out with a kick under the knee. It was a bad kick, and the manager is still suffering from its effects. The suggestion now is that if the manager had been clothed with the seal of the Cardiff Corporation his assailant would hav3 recognised the hall-mark of officialdom, and would have yielded quietly to the manager's request to "move on."

A QUEER HONEYMOON. New York, Monday.—Captain Andrews, who recently crossed the Atlantic in a small boat, and who has just been married, left Atlantic City yesterday with his bride for Europe. The happy pair sailed in a 13ft. sloop.-Central News.

The Only Woman Sea Captain. Marin, Joanna- Korsaho. who died recently on the Island of Croix. in France, at the age of 72, had the distinction of being the only woman sea captain in the world. She went to sea with her father when she was twelve years old, and after his death she captained three more vessels, and obtained several medals and money rewards for heroism on the water.

Throwing a Man on a Fire. For a murderous assault upon George Codg- don, a. miner named John Tucker was at Stock- port on Saturday sent to prison for two months, with hard labour. Tucker went into Cudgdon's house on Thursday evening and threatened to kill him. He then struck Cudg, don, who is an old man, and after knocking liim helpless, put him on the fire, saying he would burn his body. Neighbours interfered, and Tucker threatened to burn the lot. I

UNABLE TO MOVE. Women often suffer untold agonies from weak, aching backs. Mrs. A. Scriven, of Combe St. Nicholas, Chard, Somerset, was so badly amicted that she could not get up- stairs by herself. She suffered agonies from pain in the back and had to be carried up- stairs, while for days together she was unable to move through the pain. She obtained relief at once by taking Dodd's Kidney Pills, the sure remedy for weak backs in either men or women. The cause is always the same-the kidneys. Remove the cause and backache disappears. Ailing kidneys are cured by Dodd's Kidney Pills, and when the kidneys are cured there can be no backache. Dodd's Kidney Pills are sold by Chemists, i 2s. 9d. per box, six boxes for 13s. 9d.; or sent post free on receipt of price by The Dodd's Medicine Co 23, Farringdon-avenue, London, E.C. Important to remember the name, D-o-d-d-'s. L17112

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