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Fer?\da!e Athletic Sports.




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Cycling Notes. 4.




A Bridgend Girl Snatched from…


A Bridgend Girl Snatched from Death. FULL DETAILS OF A MARVELLOUS ESCAPE. Night was closing over Bridgend (writes a representative of the Bridgend "Chronicle,") when I was asked to interview a young lady living in Meadow street, about whom many reports were current, respecting her miraculous escape from death. Having ascertained the whereabouts of Mea- dow street, I wended my Steps, in that direc- tion, and in response to my knock at the door, a ruddy-faced boy appeared, who in reply to my question said that his mother was in. Mrs Powell, for that is the name of the young lady's mother, bade me enter their homely abode. "I believe," said the reporter, "that your daughter Jennie has recently escaped almost, as it were, from the 'jaws of death?" vn 1 MISS JENNIE POWELL. exclaimed Mrs Powell, "It is quite true," and being begged by the reporter to con- tinue, Mrs Powell stated the following facts: — "My daughter is the fourth child of a family of 16; and my husband (Richard Powe- i is well known in the district, being emnlovoo as a car- man on the Great Western Railway (Bridgend Station). Up to the age of 14, Jennie was a fine rosy-cheeked bonny lass, and with the exception of a bilious attack occasionally, never knew what a day's illness was. In the month of April, 1892, my daughter seemed to lose the colour from, her cheeks, complained of pains in her stomach, nasty rising in the throat as if she would be choked every moment. Her appetite failed her, and a bad cough supervened, and the girl gradually grew low-spirited, although she had hitherto been of a very lively dispos.on "Fearing that something unusual was wrong with her, I consulted my husband, and a doctor was called in, who examined, and prescribed for her, and said that she was in a decline, that her blood was poor, etc. He continued to attend her for twelve months ,and after that lapse of time Jennie did not appear to get any better, but gradually grew worse. I asked the doctor straight out if there was anything he could do for her, but he replied, I am doing all I can for lior, but I cannot draw blood from a stone.' "Feeling somewhat depressed in spirits at such unconsoling words," said Mrs Poweil, "I resolved to get fresh advice for my poor gill. I sent her to the Porthcawl "Rest," but she had been there only a few days when the matron became alarmed with her illness, and sent her home in a conveyance, in a worse condition than before. I began to think, as also did my neigh- bours. that she could not last much longer. She complained of pains on tho right St-e of her head, and in her stomach, her appetite was completely gone, and everything that she took was brought up. Her breathing was short and hurried, and in fact, she was perfectly helpless, and had to be fed and washed like a baby. My neighbours who saw her can bear out my statement. Then I was informed that there was a clever doctor living up the valleys, and to him I resorted with her. The doctor gave her a searching examination and prescribed for her, and the medicine seemed to do her good while. taking it, but as soon as it was gone she was as bad as ever. This doctor's report was anything but encouraging, as he stated that with a little excitement Jennie might'drop down dead at any- time. About this time, and that is about two years ago, I read an account in one of the newspapers of a marvellous cure of a woman (who MORS in every respect in a similar state as my daughter), by a wonderful medicine called Dr Williams'' my husband, and acting on his advice I pro- Pink Pills for Pale People. I mentioned it to cured a box from one of the chemists in the town. My daughter had only taken three ( ores (and she will correct me if I am wrong) when we began to see a change in her. Her eyes looked brighter, and her appetite returned, and before the first box was finished you would not have taken her for the same girl. "Perhaps you would like to see her," said Mrs Powell to the reporter, "she is at present in service close by ,and will be pleased to see you." "I should certainly like to see your daughter, and have confirmation from her," replied our reporter. A messenger was despatched, and shortly afterwards Miss Jennie Powell came tripping lightly in, a in cheerful and u.icrht manner said she never felt better in her life. "Era I had taken three boxes of Dr Williams' Pink Pills," she exclaimed, "I was able to go about my work with comfort. I could eat and sleep well, and my spirits returned. It is just on two years," said she, "since I first tried them, and since then I have not had a day's illness, I never have the pains now, and in fact I feel altogether a different person. I would not like to be without, these pills, though for the last month I have not needed to touch them." The reporter adds, "Miss Jennie Powell is at present in the town where she has to work hard but at the same time enjoys perfect hea. and is altogether a happy and changed person, and she attributes the change wholly and solely due ,Pr Wdhams Pink Pills. "Anything I can t' s»!(1 illss .P°^eI[' to enhance the reputa- tion of these pills I shall be only too pleased to do my utmost. rlcS H story, of Mrs p°well and her daughter told in a plain unvarnished manner in order that other sufferers may benefit to an equal extent. In conclusion Miss Powell stated that her acquaintances, since her recovery, have often phed her with questions as to the cause of the remarkable change in her appearance, tellino- her that she is no longer "a living skeleton." and nH«r'n" •Sr<ft a,sk)nishnient at the pleasing alto, ataon in her health. It is needless to re- mark that Miss Powell is enthusiastic about i'le C'use < f !« r,;n i(,rf..i rr"—Tr sr-l <V«- -itr iriciius accordingly.


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Pitiful Tale of Married Life.

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------------Alleged Poaching…