It Caught in Cupid's Net. INTERESTING LOCAL WEDDING. NICHOLAS—WILLIAMS. At the Bethel Welsh Independent Chapel, Plassey Street- on Wednesday morning, the nuptials of Mr Morris Nicholas and Miss Eliza Annie Williams were solemnised. The1 officiating- minister was the Rev W G. Williams, (father of the bride), who was assis- ted be*the Revs J. G. Jones (Windsor Road, Congre gational) and T. Riches (Congregational, Ebbw Vale.) As may be supposed, Penartbians were all agog to witness the event, and long before the. arrival of the haypy couple the sacred edifice was crowded with their friends and well wishers. The bridegroom was the first on the scene, accom- panied by his best man, Mr Morris, followed by the bride, who was charmingly costumed in grey silk, trimmed with Pasamenterie pearls, with white hat and white bouquet to match. The bridesmaids were Miss Evelyn Morris. Evan Evan (cousin of the bride,) and Miss Sarah Mary Morris, (Cowbridge), who wore grey gowns trimmed with pink, their hats and bouquets also harmonising in colour. The bride also wore a beautiful gold curb bracelet and the brides- maids similar ornaments, these being the gifts of the bridegroom. After the ceremony a reception was held at the bride's residence where the health of the newly wedded pair was enthusiastically drunk, prior to their departure for London, where they will spend their honeymoon. The brides traveling costume was a fawn cloth with hat to match. What makes the marriage in a sence the more inter- esting is the fakt that the Bethel is the first Welsh Chapel in Penarth, which is lioensed for that purpose. To commemorate this unique incident, Miss E. J. Jenkins, a member of the chapel, presented a beau- tiful Welsh Bible to Mr and Mrs Nicholas. The fol- lowing is a lists of the presents:- Father, cheque; Rev and Mrs Williams, Beddyelert, North Wales, silver salt cellers; Miss Evans, (cousin), London, ecru and gold china; Mrs Williams Boderfion, North Wales, cheque; Miss Jane Jones, North Wale, white embroidery wrap Mr T. Lewis, Garthe, Penarth, ornaments Miss Llewellyn, Moun- tain Ash, breakfast cruet; Mr and Mrs Owen, Penarth, glass trinket vase Miss May Roberts, Cowbridge, pair of painted plaques; Mr and Mrs R. A. Lewis, Cogan, flower epergne; Miss Lloyd and Miss Llewellyn, Penarth, china cheese stand Miss Jenkins, Penarth, painting on parceUaen Mr and Mrs Roberts, Cowbridge, silver preserve dish Miss Mabel Evans, (cousin), London, fancy tea pot; Mr Jones, Solicitor, North Wales, linen table cloth; Mrs Jones, (cousin), Colwyn Bay, side board cover; Mrs Jones, Trawsfyrydd, North Wales, linen table cloth Messrs Jones, Williams and Jones, Penrhyndeudraetb, linen Mr F. H. Hooper, silver cruet stand; Miss Siderfin, painting on porcelain A Friend, dozen seiviettes; Mr J. E. Williams* (brother of bride), silver tea service; Mr J- M- Jones. Lanodon, cheque A Friend, dozen prongs; A Friend, silver cruet; Mr Marvis, (cousin of bridegroom, fish carvers Mr and Mra Davies, Penarth. coal vase.
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[ALL EIGHTS RESERVED] IN A RAILWAY CARRIAGE. By TIMOTHY SLICK, 1.—A MADMAN'S FREAK I am an accountant. I was sitting in my office one morning, when a telegram was banded in for me. I hastily tore it open, and was startled to read the following words: Mother is dying come at once, Ada." It was from my sister. My cheeks paled as I reread the ominous words, and a numbness for the moment seized my heart.—but only for a moment. I was very fond of my mother. I was her only sou and she idol- led me. A grcan bur&t from my lips, and then a sudden resolve possessed me. Wait a moment," I cried to the messenger, as I sprang from my S6at' I went at once to the chief, and placing the telegram before him, desired him to grant me leave of absence for a few days. When he had read it he turned to me sympatheti- cally, an* rf, TeS, you may go j I am very sorry-for you, under the circumstances, and trust you will find things have improved when you get home.' I thanked him, and seizing a message form, I wrote Coming at once. Jack. and having given it to the boy, I hastened to my room with all possible speed. Calling my landlady, I told her I bad bean called home suddenly, owing to my mother's precarious condition. I then rushed upstairs, packed my valisse, and in a very few minutes was on m ? way to the station to catch the train for Liverpool.. As I was hastening along, I bumped up against my chum, Dick Lavington, and as he greeted me he said, I say Jack, what the deuce is the matter ? you look (scared. Are J ou running away from the police ? « Not exactly that, Dick, I replied. The fact is I have had very bad news this morning; Mother is dying, and I have been telegraphed for. "Is that so, old chap? Dick answered; I did not know I am sorry I spoke so lightly to you please forgive me- With all my heart," I cried. "-Goodbye, 1 must be going." "Goodbye," he said "I hope the mater will ba better when you reach your destination,' and with that he gave me a sympathetic shake of the hand. I hope su, too," I said, as I parted from him. I was just in time for the 12-33 p.m. train from Cardiff to Birkenhead; and having taken my seat, the whistle sounded, and we were off. All went well til' we got to Pontypool Road; but at this station my fellow passengers from Cardiff left the compartment, and I was alone in my glory. Just as the train was about to lesume its journey, however, I saw an elderly man make tor the compart- ment iti which I sat, and opening the door, enter and take a seat opposite me. He was dressed in an ordin. ary morni'Jg suit, his head being covered by an ordinary traveller's cap. I felt glad that I should have some one to chat to en route and thus have the tedioùsness of the jo Jrnøy relieved,-that is, if he were chatty, which was something I had to find out. I did find out that the gentleman really was too chatty, or something worse; and never to my dying day shall I forget that ride. it mitkes me shudder even now when I recall the terrible experience I had alone with that man in that railway cairriage. We were just passing through the district of Aber- gavenny. 1 was looking out of the carriage window, admiring the beauties of nature. The train was bowling along at a swinging pace. Suddenly I was reminded of the presence of my fellow traveller by his remarking, A very pretty place, Abergavenny, is it not ? I answered pleasantly, "Yes, it i 3; in fact I am charmed with the scenery around." llave you ever been in the town ? he inquired, I replied that I had been there on a. visit a few years ago. I had stayed with some friends of mine, and it was then by constant rambling I had found out how interesting and varied was the scenery of that neighbourhood. I have just come from there, he said "I have been staying at the big house for some years past, but I have got away today without telling them I was leaving. Oh, what a surprize, and be laughed aloud- I looked np quickly. I was about to enquire I- What big house? but I saw a quedr expression in his eyes that startled me. "Good heavens, the man is mad, I said to myself. What shall I do ? I was in a terrible dilemma. Just imagine, if you will, what must ba myfeelings, to have the conviction borne home upon one's mind that here I was alone with a madman. I could understand at last what he meant by the '< 'nig house. My blood ran cold my hair stood on eud. Wi-lat. if the fellow should suddenly turn upon me. Again I asked myself the question 11 What shall I do ?" Since discretion is the better part of valour, I resolved to keep silence and wait developments. I had not long to wait. lie bent over to me and whispered, I am a murderer, "-and then be laughed a hoarse hollow laugh, that struck terror to my soul. Yes, he continued, 1 killed my little girl; I went upstairs when she was asleep, and I got my razor; then I went up to the bed, and throwing back the clothes, I bared her neck, and drew the razor across her throat; ah, ab, ah, how the blood leaped forth. You see, and again he whispered in my ear. I wanted her to be an angel- I did it with this." Here he pulled out a razor faom his inside pocket. Good razor, he said, addressing it, You did your work well. Ah, ab, ah, "-and again he laughed that blood-curdling laugh. She is an angel now." Then ho began to toy with the razor, playfully, and run his fingers along the edge. Sharp, sir." he said with a chuckle. I looked up he was eyeing me with that malignant gleam in his eye that betokened mischief. "My God was he going to murder me ? My heart almost stood still the perspiral ion gathered in watery beads upon my forehead. If he attacked me, I resolved to sell my life dearly. If I could only get to the communi- cation cord. My thoughts again were interrupted. He turned to me and hissed in my ear, I am going to kill myself; they shall nevertake mealive again. Come, sir, you must die with me." he added and once more he burst forth into the laughter of madness. ob, if I could only reach the communication cord. I will try," I said to myself, I began to work my way along the seat to the other end of the com- partment, but with the craftiness born cf madness, he, anticipated my movements, and whispered hoarsely "Fool, you must not do tint; stay where you are, or "-bore he brandished the razor over my head. Then I resolved to humour him. I would get him to speak of the little one he declared he had murdered. As I sat down quietly opposite him once more, I sid "Very wells if we have got to die together, let us have a little chat tog-ether first. I should like to hear more about your little girl, Oh, yes; my little girl, he said pathetically; I knew she was too good for this world, so I sent her home to the ansfels. She had beautiful ringlets, and a sweet angel face. She could sing beautifully." Here he began to grow excited "I want to hear her sing; I am going to her; you must hear her sing so you shall Z3 come along." I saw that he was determined. There was only one hope of escape for me. If I could only become poss- essor of that rasor I should be able, perhaps, to match him, and hold him down till we got to Hereford, and I procured assistance. I knew that the train waa now going along at a tremendous speed, and that very soon, there would V 3 plenty of willing hands coming to the rescue. Could 1 do it? I would try. I watched my opportunity when he appeared to be most off bis guard- Then I leaped upon him, and seizing hold of the arm in the hand of which he held the rasor, I tried to wrench it from him. I knew my task would be a difficult one, for he was a powerfully built man, yet desperation gave ma strength and courage. I man- aged to get hold of the rasor at last, but not before he bad inflicted a deep gash in my shoulder, from which the blood was now oosing freely. I threw it to the far end of the carrage, and then began the desperate struggle for life and liberty. Oh if my strength would only bold out, all would be well. He tried to get at the rasor frontically, and I did all I could to prevent him doing so. We rolled over one another on to the seats, and then on the floor, and beneath the seats; some times he would have the mnstery, then he would triumph, and laugh at me as for a moment he main- taiued his hold of me. I was growing faint from loss of blood. Could I hold I out ? I felt my strength was ebbing away. When would the train stop again. Agam he flung me heav- ily on the ground. I could see the gleam of murder in his eye'. I knew if help did not come soon, all waa over. I held on to him like grim death. By and bye he managed to free one of his hands, and it. fastened itself upon my thioat. I felt the long fiogers tighten their grasp. I had sufficeint consciousness, too, to realise that the train was slackening speed. Would help come in time. Then suddenly I lost all consci- ousness, and I was at the madman's mercy' After that all became a blank. When I came to myself, I was in the waiting room A doctor was kneeling beside me, while a crowd had gathered around. [ looked round in a dased sort of way, and asked feebly "Where is he ?"—I could say no more. "Never mind hem; he is safe under proper care, now," said the doctor. Drink this, it will re- vive you. I did so, and was soon able to stand up' although I felt very shaky on my feet, and my nerves seemed all to pieces. The doctor dressed my wound, and while he did so, told me that the asylum autboritie had telegraphed to Hereford about the escaped lunatic; n that a strong forcewas ready when the train arrived, and that they bad just rescued me at the nick of time. He had struggled hard forliberty at first,but was soon overpopowered, and ere long would be handed over to the proper authorities. I resolved to go on with the next train, and was glad to find, on reaching Liverpool, that the crisis bad passad in mothers case, aud that she was then on the highway to recovery. Never shall I forget that ride. Even now as I think of n:y marvellous escape, a wave of horror passes over me. I shall ever feel thankful to a watchful Providence for the deliverance vouch- safed to me, when my lefe was at the mercy of that poor demented creature.
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