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Memorial Stone-Laying at Dinas.


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H Only One Second between Time and Eternity, and—" ag° f 7eaIthy Company Promoter was, with several friends, takkg I short cut along a portion of: the. HighWRailway near Grantown where there is a very deep anddmoS perpendicular cutting, a very sharp carve, and (ex- cept for a goat <>r a monkey) no po8sibie e^egg within fully a hundred yards. The party con- sisted of four gentlemen and three ladies. When about half way through the cutting they were overtaken by a railway porter who, almost breathless with haste, informed them that by running they had just time to get clear of the cutting before the express due at that spot at 3.39f passed. Each member of the party instantly consulted his or her watch—all valuable gold ones—but no two of them agreed, nor did any of them agree with that of the railway porter. My friend felt sure the porter war* wrong, and tried to assure his friends that the re was plenty of time and no need to hurry," Dot the railway porter was obdurate and implored the party to run for their lives, himself sietliog a brilliant example. Seeing the porter sprinting hard, the ladies took fright and followed,, and instantly the whole party were running as if the express were at their heels. And EC) it was! T.^e of the party had just rolled over into a <ntch at the end of the cutting when the express thundered past. The escape was so narrow (not one second of time) that the ladies lifft n ^or' Pcr'iaPs» f'ie firsti time in his • •ompany Promoter uttered a prayer of e £ tiKTf *ie had llVed » aonieivtiat reck- Tt wa'« f iaa lie afterwards explained to me, „ ? y a second: botween time and „ ? y a second: botween time and dW "Ot finish the I,;?*1' t<k>* ^s it that only the porters watch was sorrect ? I thought your watch was a very costly one." "Yes, so it was, 1 pa^ £ ,gQ fQ t, r offered it to Railway porter in exchange for his—a very oidinary looking silver watch—but irn would you believe it, he simply laughed at me and exclaimed, Nae, nae, Sir Mine's a. Benson I dinna want ony o' yer rubbish!" "And" added my friend, I can now say with the porter" Mine's a Benson, direct from their Steam Factory on Ludgate Hill." eir


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