The Merthyr Express

HER VENGEANCE BY E. R. PUNSHON. ''Author of "The Choice," "The Spin of the Coin," etc., etc. CHAPTER VII.—Continued. rl *GoOd heavens!" cried Hugh, jumping up; "do be serious, Delia, this is a serious matter "But I am serious," she protested; "we could catch the midnight train for Scotland and be safely married there before papa knows any- rng about it. You are married in Scotland you just say you are, you know. It only kieedfi a witness and it is all right, I have read fcbout it often." "Not at all," said Hugh very emphatically wdeed- "nothmg of the kind. All that has been oone away with: for one thing you have to pave been in residence there for so long." "How silly," complained Delia, "I thought you only had to say something before witnesses d it was all right." She looked very angry and disgusted, but Hugh experienced a devout relief. If marriage in Scotland had been quite as easy as Delia sup- posed, he was by no means sure he would not xtave found himself forced to elqpe then and there with that very impetuous aud headstrong young woman. "No, no, Delia," he said, "it will be only fair to 'put the thing squarely to your father and We what he says." "Well, then," said Delia, considering, "I think you ha-d better go now; for he may be home any minute, and perhaps he had better not find you Gere. If he seems in a good temper and I get a chance I will say something; and if not, you had better come and see him to-morrow. After ill," she added, "we can always fall back on elopement, and do you know, Hugh, I think it would be rather fun to elope-?" Hugh did not think so at all; but without discussing this point he fell in, thankfully enough, with Delia's suggestion that he should take his leave. For indeed he felt that if he itayed with her much longer his self-possession itayed with her much longer his self-possession might desert him. It was agreed that he should keep his engagement to dine with Lord Am- brose, and then he put out his hand to bid her food-night. But she, laughing at what she -called his modesty, put up her lips to be kissed, and then en a quick impulse threw her arms about his neck. "Dear old Hugh," she breathed, "I shall never cease wondering how you managed to find toe out." How Hugh finally got away he hardly knew, but at last he found himself outside, in such a Confusion And distress of mind as not even his threatened bankruptcy had been able to evoke in him. His only hope seemed to be that Mr. HetheringtoD would forbid the match and Hugh had an uncomfortable feeling that the Inore Mr. Hetherington forbade it, the more )elia would be determined on it. ( "And then uncle has always been more than fialf scared of her," he mused;, "perhaps he tsrill consent-lord, I may find myself married to Delia in less than a month." Arrived at this stage of his meditations he looked round in despair and seeing a cab, hailed it and was driven to his club, where to his sur- prise he found Lord Ambrose Boustead waiting for him. "There you are, old chap," said Lord Am- brose beamingly "I have been planning the eveninj out so that we can have a real high old nw. We'll dine at Tewxton House, then we Vill go to the theatre, then we will have supper at Robbini'* and then we will go back to Tewx- ,ton House and finish the night with fridge. (What do yoa say?" u, "First raV," said Hugh, "so long as you ilon't mind my getting drunk.^ "Eh!" said Lord Ambrose, putting up his fcjyeglass and looking at him in surprise; "why. 3 thought you wore such a sober sort of .'Johnny" "Not to-night, this is my night off," said Hugh without a smile; "I'm going to be the It idrunkest man in London to-night, so that is fair (warning." "By Jove," said Lord Ambrose; "we are but for larks then, eh?" "1 don't know if you are." replied Huh with 'the same fixed look; "I have been ia for one lark and I am winding up with a spree. "Right you are," returned Lore1 Ambrose fcheerfully; "let's take a cab to my place, thee, JLDd make a start." Hugh agreed, and Lord Ambrose hailing a cab they were driven off to lewxton House, (This was a gloomy old building, dating from the early seventeenth century, very large, very di- lapidated, and very ugly It stood in large grounds of its own, in what was now rather a poor district, and Lord Ambrose's father. Lord Castleham, was endeavouring to sell it to the local authorities, the house for a museum and the grounds for a park or recreation ground, In the meantime he got his son, Lord Ambrose, to live there, as tho fact that it was occupied enabled him to stand out for much better terms of sale. Lord Ambrose had agreed rather re- luctantly, but the marquis had promised him a share of the extra price to be extracted from the local authorities, had furnished some of the rooms very comfortably, and had provided him, besides his valet, with two women tenants, one of whom was an excellent cook. So on the whole Lord Ambrose was fairly content with his present quarters, though looking forward to the lime when he would again be able to lay his toad in St. Jafties's or Mayfair The cabman deposited them in a narrow and lather dirty street, and Lord Ambrose, dismiss- ing him, turned in with Hugh by a small pos- tern door near the great entrance gates that nowadays were seldom opened. And as he did EO he stumbled and nearly fell on his face, while ui- the same time they both seemed to hear the eouna of bell, ringing softly at a distance. "Hullo, have you hurt yourself?" asked Hugh. "No," answered Lord Ambrose, recovering himself; "what's that bell? there is a beastly cord here I tripped oå." "A cord," said Hugh, bending down, and I found in fact that a thin but very strong cord was stretched knee high across the path. Sur- prised, ha took hold of it and tried to lift it; and as he did so, there was at once again the sound of a bell, ringing softly in the distance. "Is this some new idea of yours for ringing "Is this some new idea of yours for ringing up the house?" asked Hugh, "I'm blessed if I know what it is," said Lord 'Ambrose; and in his turn took hold of the eord and pulled, whereupon there came once more the sound of a bell, softly ringing at a I distance. I "It rings a bell somewhere," said Hugh. "But what for?" asked Lord Ambrose. "Will you buy my dowers, gentlemen?" said a soft voice behind, and turning hastily Hugh saw. standing just inside the postern gate, that flower-girl of the lovely face and deep, mysteri- ous eyes, who had spoken to him a little earlier in Kensington Palace Square and warned him of a misfortune about to befall him in his uncle's house. CHAPTER VIII.—THE BURGLARY AT TEWXTON HOUSE. But whatever emotions they might be that the sight of the flower-girl raised in Hugh's breast, Lord Ambrose Boustead seemed to have idea3. of his own about her. "Stand back, you," he sho <, and ran right at her. The girl, alarmed, sprang back into the road- way, and Lord Ambrose banged the postern gate on her and locked it with the key he al- ways carried with him. As -for the great en- trance gates, they were always kept locked; for any vehicle seeking admission, the big bell to be rung. This was because of the annoy- ance caused by tramps, who, when the gates stood open, were apt to slip in on fine days and use the grounds as a convenient basking spot. Hugh, standing quite still, had a vision of the flower-girl's pale face pressed against the bars of the gate and peering in, as a cap- tive might peer through the bars of a prison cell. The vignette of her pale face seen through the iron bars remained long in his memory. "Now we have 'em," said Lord Ambrose ex- citedly, as he returned his key to his pocket, "this is the only gate and now they can't get out." "But—but repeated Hugh, not under- standing, and his eyes turned involuntarily to- wards the flower-girl seen through the bars of the postern gate, "but what do you mean?" "Why, burglars," said Lord Ambrose impa- tiently, for his quick and subtle mind had grasp- ed. the situation more quickly than Hugh's slower intelligence, which indeed was occupied just now chiefly by the pale face and deep, mys- terious eyes of the flower-girl who still-stood out- side the gate. "That's their decoy." said Lord Ambrose, pointing to her, "that bell is to alarm them, they are after dad's silver he lent me when I first hung out here. Come along." He began to run towards the house, and Hugh. pausing for a moment..looked again at the flower-girl, and saw that this time she was smiling to herself. He turned and ran at full speed after Lord Ambrose, who when Hugh overtook him had reached the gravel circular drive in front of the house. "The front door is open," he said. as Hugh joined him. "Come along. Ttiey are still in- side, I think, and no one can get out now I have locked the postern gate. The front door indeed hung open, but no light issued from the hall, and while without the day still lingered, within all was dark and gloomy, with heavy shadows lying in every corner. Side by side Hugh and Lord Ambrose ran up the two or three steps leading to the wide porch before the door. Lord Ambrose was just on the point of pushing the door back and entering when Hugh called him. "I say," he said quickly, "there is a man lying here!" In fact. pulled aside into the shadows of the side of the porch lay the inanimate figure of a man, and Hugh, stooping and feeling, found his hand suddenly wet with blood. "He is dezd," he said; "this is murder!" Lord Ambrose struck a match and showed the form of a small man, dressed in sober black. with a clean-shaved, insignificant face, and with, in his head, an open wound which was bleeding freely. "Why, it's Hannah!" said Lord Ambrose, re- cognising his valet. "He must have been at- tacked as he opened the door; but I don't think he is dead." "No," said Hugh, looking more closely, "but he is pretty badly stunned." He took off his own coat and arranged it under the injured man's head. and put him in a more comfortable position. "No, I don't think the wound is a very bad one," he said, again standing up. He was breathing rather heavily, his eyes flashed. The sight of the wounded man, the touch and smell of the blood on his hands, had awakened in his heart primaeval passions that the calm man of business had never known he possessed. He was stirred, too, by the sight of this unoffending citisen stricken down on the threshold of his master's house. "I say," he said, turning to Lord Ambrose, "we must find our friends who did this." "The silver is in the dining-room that is what they will be after," said Lord Ambrose. Hugh knew the way, and crossing the hall opened the door of a room opposite. It was lighted, the table was spread for dinner, on the table and on the sideboard was a collection of silver-the Marquis of Castleham's property, old heirlooms chiefly, and lent by him to his son—calculated to make to water the mouth of any burglar. "They have not been here," said Lord Am- brose. "Come along, then," Hugh said; "they must be somewhere about." The two young men went into the hall again and listened, but heard nothing. They went out of the hall into the passage beyond, to the head of the kitchen stairs, and heard and saw in the kitchen oolow the two women servants busy with the preparations for dinner, evidently quite disturbed and unconscious of anything hav- ¡ L-ig happened out of the usual. "Our burglars have not Dassed this way," said Hugh; "let us go back." They returned to the hall and went quickly into the two or three rooms that Lord Ambrose I used, the other apartments of the house being all shut up and mostly unfurnished. But none of the rooms into which they looked showed any sign of any intrusion. I "Your bedroom?" said Hugh. "But there is nothing there," said Lord Am- brose "there is nothing worth stealing in the whole place, except dad's silver." "Let us look." said Hugh, who had a V&gU9 idea half hidden in his mind that it was not silver or any ordinary booty that this burglary had for an object. They ran quickly up the great stairway and entered Lord Ambrose's bedroom. Here again everything was undisturbed; there was not the least sign of any intrusion. "Well, these are the most illusive burglars 1 ever heard of," said Lord Ambrose, looking about him in astonishment. "We must have disturbed them; they must- be hiding somewhere," said Hugh, and as he spoke a bell to ring, as it seemed, just outside the bedroom window. "Good Lord! what is that?" said Lord Am- brose turning rather pa.!c; for indeed it had a weird end unexpected effect, this bell ringing, as it seemed, in mid-air just by the bedroom window. "It in a. signal," said Hugh, jumping to the window. "It is a bell hung to a branch of that tree." He ran to the door, and Lord Ambrose fol- lowed him. "I wish I was on the telephone," he said. "Where can the beggars be? We ought to have sent someone for the police at once." "Be careful," said Hug-h, as they came out on the landing. "I think there is a man standing on the stairs up there." And as he spoke a man. standing just behind him in the shadow of a dark corner, aimed at ¡ him a blow he only iust avoided. I At once Hufch grappled with his assailant, and Lord Ambrose sprang to help him. "We have him now, by Jove I" cried Lord Ambrose; "hold tight," and at the same mo- ment the man Hugh had glimpsed upon the stairs leaped down upon Lord Ambrose's back, bureiar and mcrouis's son went rolling, kicking, liahting. scratching, sweating, over and over on tiie floor of the landing. Hush had seized hi., assailant round th«r waist, but the otner returned him a grip every whit as strong anu fierce; and if Hugh astonished his man by the foroe of the gr.p he laid upon him, Hugh himself was no less astonished to feel the power of the arms twined round his own body. Silently in the gloom of the evening twilight on the dark landing the two great men strove breast to breast, each trying to pluck the other up. each using such a force as not one man in ten thousand could have with stood, yet each failing utterly in his endeavour. Si- lently they strove, with muscles swollen and big and every nerve knit, and neither could win the least advantage. Then Hugh shifted his hands in an attempt to secure a better hold, but the other was too quick for him. and when they gripped again. Hugh was hardly so well off as he had been before. So he put forth all his force into one great effort, and summoning all his powers strove to bear the enemy backwards and backwards till he should break, using a strength that might have seemed enough to break a pillar of iron, but that his enemy en- dured without failing. Unable to hold to such a pitch of effort, Hugh at last relaxed; <and then in his turn the burglar put forth all his strength and put upon Hugh such a grip to pluck him up as might have torn up a young oak tree by the roots. But Hugh knew that if his feet once left the ground he would be lost, and he in his turn resisted, and in his turn j baffled all the other's powers. Outside the window, just beyond the landing I where they fought the little bell 5till swung to and fro with its noisy clamour: and next Lord Ambrose and the second burglar struggling on the floor came hard against the legs of Hugh and his enemy. In a moment all four were down in a confused heap, fighting in blind confusion and fury. Hugh got a kick under the chin that for the moment made him think his jaw was broken, and then his hand came across a throat which he at once set to work to squeeze with all the ardour he had left him. only to find im- mediatelv that it was Lord Ambrose he was thus endeavouring to throttl.c. "Quick! scoot, C'sesar!" said a gasping voice, and a man who had been punching Hugh be- tween the shoulders, as the only available por- tion of his anatomy, sprang suddenly to his feet, having unexpectedly found himself quite free. "Let's clear!" gasped another voice. "Hi! stop thief!" cried Hugh, trying in his

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FOR MATRON AND MAID. THE GARDEN OF HOME. Truly may a home be liksned unto a garden, in wh;ch tho parents are the gardeners, kind- ness the moisture, and love the greatest enrich- er. The weeds must bo pulled and the pruning knife used with discretion and intelligence; and when transplanting time comes, the growth will be strong or weak as it has been made. The home which is the synonym of happiness is the home which stands as the expression of a purpose, where each member, having a dis- tinctive sphere of duties, contributes his efforts to the one common whole, and where time is valued for its possibilities and not bemoaned for its lack of sensation. Even very young children are frequently un- happy because of abnormal indulgence and its attending lawlessness, for. lawlessness brings proportionate discontent with ail ages. EMBROIDERED CREPE DE CHINE. Old-fashioned crepe de chine is being much used again. This is good news for the. girl whose blouses must last a long time, as this material, particularly if of good quality, docs not cut like taffeta nor get shiny likes messa- line or louisine It has, moreover, the added advantages that it can be pat into a washtub. As it is decreed that one colour reigns in all costumes, nothing will make more serviceable blouses to wear with tailored suits than crepe to match the cloth. And as hand embriodery is to be seen on most of these blouses, the home worker should plan out her design. Crepe de chine lends itself well to embroidery, for though soft and pullv, it can be tacked down on to firm tissue paper Or, fixed in a proper embroidery hoop, the difficulty is soon over- come. TASTE SHOWS EVERYWHERE. What is good taste? It is something !ike "charm" in a story, a trifle hard to define, but we recognise it at once when it is present; its absence disappoints and discourages us. In dressing, good taste holds a position simi- lar to that in other arts. In entertaining there are the so-called "canons of good taste" that make ill-bred- actions impossible to nice people. In household decoration there is un- mistakable evidanca of "good taste" that we hear of and that indicates tho education, of the householder. In dr-fi'-siog there are hallmarks that distinguish and earmarks that condemn. DEVELOP ONE TALENT THOROUGHLY. An undeveloped talent is quite as useless as .none .at all, and sev.eral talents are some- times a. positive hindrance to a woman who has to think of making money by her talents. Especially is this true if the talents are pos- sessed by a woman who does not have a certain steadiness of purpose in her mental make-up. Thr.e is only one remedy for her. The is to smgle out one talent and go. steadily to work to develop it. Not only give it the preference, but resolutely ignore the possession of any other. Few people have so much physical and men- tal strength as to be able to make a marked success in more than one line of work. Usually the intense concentration required to make.a success of one. practically unfits u skilled worker for special usefulness in any other. NOT SUDDEN IDLENESS. Nervous prostration is generally the result of nervuos strain brought on by care and 1 worry; but it is seldom#that a breakdown is due solely to hard work. As complete rest has not been found to alleviate worry, some other treatment is needed in addition to rest to cure the nervous illness. It is surprising how short a period of complete rest is neces- sary when an occupation congenial to the patient fills his mind. Enforced idleness is tedious and irksome to one who has used his brains to excess. Experiments have been made at resting homes with the occupation treatment as a cure for overwork. Outdoor living, wholesome and generous diet, and systematic exercises aro in- cluded, but the most important part of the curriculum consists in attending classes held in the handicraft shops. If hand weaving, pottery making, metal work, basketry, and cabinet-making are found so valuable in most cases of overwork, the house- wife might even think of similar occupations by way of a change, and something to do when the and worry and incessant toil brings about nervous prostration and an enforced change. I WATCH THE TABLE LINEN. /1 There is no denying that housekeepers con- sider the question of house-linen from widely ¡ opposite standpoints. t Some housekeepers feel a pride in their bed and table furnishings and deny themselves per- sonal luxuries for the sake of keeping up their stock of such articles. Others seem to consider linen just as an or- dinary necessity which calls for no special at- tention. Not all housekeepers can renew thetr stock of. linen just as soon as it wears out, and the wisest plan is to manage so that you will not be bereft of all the necessities at once. In others words, buy a little at a time, as you are able or as it 13 neotessary, nnd never let your stock run' so low that you have to reinforce it I all at once. POVERTY OF IDEAS. There are women whose every minute is passed in fighting microscopic dirt. Over- cleanliness makes for a wandering family; if you wish to keep an empty house, criticise I your husband and children for the disorder they make. Just what is to be gained by making a fetish of housekeeping? Not brushed up minds, rest. ed bodies, or development, which should be the chiaf aims of life. The gain is material solely, distinctly of the earth earthy. Be a good housekeeper, but do not make of your house a fetish that is deadly to all other growths. HINTS FOR THE HOME. To stop the squeaking of new boots, knock in a row of brads about haf an inch apart down the centre from toe to instep, and the annoy- ance will cease. A Tasty and Inexpensive Supper Dish.—Well whisk the whites of one or more eggs (accord- ing to the number of people), grate some cheese into it (about 2oz. to every egg), mix together, then with a small quantity of flour roll into balls and fry in boiling fat till they are a golden brown. Serve on a very hot dish, with chopped parsley scattered over them. Fig Cake.—Creac? a cupful of butter and two cupfuls of brown sugar. Mix; thoroughly, and add four beaten eggs, a teaspoonful of ground cloves, a cupful of water, and three cupfula of flour sifted with two teaspoonfuls of baking powder. Cut lb. of figs and two cup- ful. of raisins in small pieces, dredge them with a quarter of a cupful of flour, and add to the mixture. Pour into a well-buttered pat, and bake in a moderate oven for two hours. Devilled Mutton.—Slioea of cold mutton, two tablespoonfuls of butter, three tablespoonfuls of vinegar, one tablespoonful of red Currant jelly, mustard and salt. Melt the butter in a frying-pan. When it simmers, add the mutton, and heat slowly; then take the mutton out before it begins to crisp. Add the vinegar, jelly, mustard, and salt to the butter. Boil up and pour over the meat. Uses for Old Curtains.—They make excellent face cloths, as they contain just enough rough- ness for a refreshing wuh, and in addition do not smell rancid as the ordinary flannel. Hung over the water jug or elsewhere, they dry in no time. They are much nicer than a sponge for the bath. They make splendid dish-cloths and good polishers for windows and linoleum. Lastly, they clean wall-paper better than any- thing when they are clean and contain a little starch. CAKES AND PUDDINGS—No. 11. This week's recipe is most useful, and makes dainty little cakes, which are the very things wanted for afternoon tea. QUEEN CAKES. 1 packet of Cakeoma. 6 ozs. Butter. 3 Eggs. 4 or 5 tablespoonfuls Milk. A few Currants. METHOD. Empty the Cakeoma into a mixing bowl, and, rub in the Butter until it is as fine as bread- crumbs, and then add the Currants. Beat the Eggs and, with the Milk, add them to the first ingredients, and mix lightly for five minutes. Then with a teaspoon, about half fill some fancy patty pans (previously well buttered), and bake in a moderately hot oven. Next week a recipe for Genoa Cake. Cakooma. is sold only in 3-d. packets by Grocers and Stores everywhere.

YR YSGOL StL.—Yr ydych yn canu yn ddigon symvyrol, llyfn, a chvmeradwy. Byddai yn dda i ehwi, er hyny, i geisio deall y gwahan- iasth rhwng "ei" unigol ac "eu" lluosog; a hÐÍyd rhwng "i'w" (arddodiad) ac "yw" (berf). Ni daefnyddir y blaenaf unrhyw bryd heb dol- nod, ac y mae yn gyfystyr a "i-ei," neu "i— eu"; tra y mae "yw" yn gyfystyr ag "ydyw," ac nicl oes angen ei dolnodi. "Eurof," etc.—Buasecb yn llwyddo yn llawer amgenach pe buasach yn fwv gofalus. Yr ydych yn gollwng ambon i ddarn o'ch law sydd yn hynod o afler. Credwn mai nid ar eich gallu na'ch gwybodaeth y mae y bai. CYFARCRIAD PRIODASOL I Miss C. P., etc.— Cyfarchiad cymwys, hapus, a boddhaol. Cyd- ddymunwn i'r par iouanc bob rhwyddineb, llwyddiant, a ded'wyddyd. SWYNION GLANAU'B TAT.—Can ragoroL Caw- soch hwyl efo'r awen y tro hwn,

"TALOG" (Regent House, Dowlais). Gwr teilwng, hawddgar, yw "Talog,"—lienor Lluniaidd, bardd blodeuog; 'E. rydd fawl gerdd fel y gog, O'i lanerch yu galonog. Merthyr. ALA w TYDFIL. -:0:-

Y PARCH. D. RHYDDERCH, B.A., LLANYMDDYFRI. Gwr hyddysg o wiw wreiddyn—yw Rhydderch, Graddioi y w ers rneityn; B.A. yw hob au, a wir Gerir am ffrwyth ei goryn. Sobr 'ac eithaf s-yw bregethwr,a SIan, Ei glod fel dirwestwr Hyf, angylaidd Efengylwr Ydyw, a Duw Dad yw ei dwr. Abercwmboi. ALAW SYLEK. -0:-

Y PARCH. D EUROF WALTERS, M.A., Yn anerch Cymdeithas y Cymreigyddion Ieuaino yn Heolgerrig, yn absenoukb y Pa.ch. J. DyfnaJit Owen. Ei destyn oedd, "Morgan Llwyd o Wynedd." "Eurof," yn lie un arall,—'e gafwyd Yn gvfaill mor ddiball; 0 nod gwyn ei ena:d, gall Y diwyd gael pob deall. O'i gariad at Heolgerrig—a'r achos Gwir uchel, brwdfrydig, Wele daeth, heb hawiio dig I'w gadw'n fendigedig. Hynod "Morgan Llwyd o Wynedd,"—heno Cawd hanes o'i fawredd: I ail fyw, daeth 'nol o'i fedd I bara yn ei buredd. Heolgerrig. TELOB TAJ* o:

"OMNIA BENEDICANT!" A'i air l'.Boed!" Crswr bydoedd Ddug gread llawn, "da iawn" oedd; Y llwys ser eu llys eirian, A milod llawr, mawr a man; Hithau y ddercb lanerch lawq Yn awr hidlai yn rhadlawn, A mirain yw'r mierwydd Trwy y dail a gwiail gwydd, Yr awelon ceinion cu Yn gynar suent ganu: "Y ddeddf lefn! Trefn ar bob traethl'* Yw geiriau eu teg araeth. A dyn, llun Duw Ei Hunan, Clod edrydd yn rhydd ei ran, Asbri'r angylaidd ysbryd Wna'i aniah yn gan i gyd: Yn llawen iawn llu y Ne'— Yn beraidd, Ser y Bore Gydganent unol foliant I'r Ion; meibion Duw a mant Swynol ddyrchent orfoledd Am rad y Tad ar y tcdd. "Sanct! Sanct! Sanct!" mewn hwyl a sel Yw hir yngan yr angel; Iraidd ei hwyl—'e rydd lion Ryw hedd hyfryd i'r ddwyfron. I wlad araui y Dwvrain A ei dreiddiol, swynol sain; Ac i'r ceir lluoedd Y moliant a gant ar g'oedd. 0 fron lan ufudd caner, A hawdd i'r gwyl nawdd y Ner. Dowlais. W. H. D.

-:o: CYFARCHIAD PRIODASOL I Miss Charlotte A. Price, Town Hall, Merthyr, ar ei phriodas, Dydd Nadolig, 1909 Rhyw adeg yw priodi,—hynod iawn— Uno dau o ddifri', Mewn teg rwymyn euryn i-yfed gwin < Y duwiau iesin, er lion gydoesi. Nadolig ddastl: diliau—i Siarlott. Neis arlwy duwieeau Cariad; y Rhad er mawrhau Arthur fu aii i wyrthiau. Arthur fu ddyfal wrthi,—yn canu Acenion serch gerddi I Siarlot am dd'od yn ddi Bryder i ymbriodi. Wedi uno dau anwyl-tan gwlwm Tyn galon ddiarv/yl; Noddi hedd a nyddu hwyl Urdd hygar fo'u hardd egwyl. Y duwiau fo'n gwenu'n dawel,—rodd o rwydd hynt ddi-ymchwel I fyd iach, fywyd uchel,— Yno deed hi fel y del. Lion gusan llawn o gysur—o galor I'w gilydd heb amhur Deimlad, na. rhwyg syniad sur I'w dal, fo'n pori dolur Os i'r aelwyd ddaw i'ch airioli-lu 0 blant yn llawn asbri; Meithrin meibion glewion, glwye, Yw paradwys priodi. "Cynog" fydd 'nawr yn canu—"Lwli Lily bert, anwylgu; Ond delach i wynach wenu Nu fwmio geir fydd y famgu. Boed gwlith y fendith fwyndeg,—ddiairwyddi A hyfryd bob adeg; A rhadau y Nef fo'n rhedeg Beunydd el; gwneyd eu dydd yn dog. Merthyr. GWEBNTPED. -:0:-

Y GWIR ANRHYDBDDUS D. LLOYD GEORGE, A.S. Yng nghysgod mynyddoedd y Gold, Fe'i magwyd yng ngoleu y Groes, A thrwy anhawsder&u diddiwedd Cyrhaeddodd ucheHa ei oes. Holl ddirmyg a gwatwar yr estron A sangodd yn hollol dan draed: 'Roedd iawnder a chariad ei galon Yn rhedeg yn wenfflam drwy'i wacd. Fe ddringodd i fyny i'r Senedd, Gan ymladd dros rydd id 'mhob man: Ei galon a losgodd dros rinwedd, Fe geisiodd gyfodi y gv.'an. Mae eto yn ymladd eu hachos Yn llawn yspryd gwrol a. chryf, A llwyddiant sydd 'nawr yn ymddangoa. Ar ymdrech mor ryinus a hyf. Cefnogwn ef yn ei ymdrechicn Yn erbyn gormeswyr ein gwlad Dros werthfawr iawnderau y tlodion Mae'n galw i'w ddilyn i'r gad. Am hawl Ty'r Cyffredm mae'n eefyll, Yr hawl sydd yn dryeor mor ddrud, Ac ni fydd yn gorphwys nes ennill Ei frwydr dros weiniaad y byd. Oaera, B. J.

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FUN AND FANCY. Mr. Pugh: "Never saw such a crowd at OUT church before."—Mrs. Pugh: "New minister?" —Mr. Pugh: "No, it was burnt down last night. "Mother," said a small boy during his fir it visit to the opera, "why does father go out after every act?" — "Hush—he goss out I T opera-glasses, my dear!" Visitor. "Can you read the past?"—Fortune- teller: "Certa-inty; that's my business."—Visit- or: "Then I wish you'd tell me what it was my wife told me to get for her?" Highwayman: "Halt! Your money or your life!" — Victim: "It's no go, stranger. My wife's in the same line or business at Christmas- time, and she's just finished with me!" He: "1 suppose you will eirect a handsome monument to your husband's memory?"—The Widow: "To his memory? Why, poor John hadn't any. I found his pockets full of letters I'd given him to post." Ethel: "Please can you tell me the time?"— Willie: "I don't know exactly, but I know it isn't four o'clock yet."—Ethel: "Are you sure?" —Willie: "Quite; I have to be home by four, and I'm not home yet." "Couple of fine girls, ain't they? One of 'em is 8..fine singer, and the other one can cook."— "Yes, old man. But there's a tragedy in your home. The one who sings thinks she can cook, and the one who cooks thinks she can sing." Disgusted Customer: "I bought a currant bun here yfesterday, and found a fly in it. I want you to exchange the bun for another."— Confectioner: "Can't do that, sir; but if you will bring me back the fly I'll give you a cur- rant for it." "Although he over-charged me terribly," said the returned traveller, "the cab-driver who took me over Paris was exceedingly polite. '— "All Frenchmen are," we observed.—"Yes, lut this one. got off his box and helped me find the neoesw iWQrdg in-fny French-English diction- ary. so that I might say what I thought of him." "Did you ten him that I had gone on the Continent?" asked a City merchant of his new I office boy.—"Yes, sir," was the answer/ 1 told him you started this morning."—"Good boy! What did he say?"—"He wished to know when you'd return, sir, and I told him I did not think you would be back until after lunch!" A certain young fellow has got the parrot's ¡ complaint—he talks too much. And this is how it let him down a cropper at an important interview. "You love my daughter?" said tbe old man. "Love her!" he exclaimed, passion- ately: "why, I would die for her! For one soft glance from those sweet eyes, I would hurl my«5elf from yonder cliff and perish, a bleeding, bruised mass, upon the rocks, two hundred feet below." The old man shook his head. "I'm something of a yam spinner myself," he I said, "and one is enough in a small family like mine." A coloured man was brought before a police judge charged with stealing chickens. Be pleaded guilty, and received sentence, when the judge asked how it was he managed to .lift those chickens right under the window of the owner's house when there was a dog loose in the yard. "Hit wouldn't be no use, judgo," said the man, "to try to 'splain dis thing to yo' at all. Ef you was to try it, you like as not would get yer hide full of shot and get no chickens, nuther. Ef yo' want to engage in any rascality" judge, yo' better stick to de bench, whar yo' am familiar." ) The coloured hatred of the races is very strong in the United States, and the whites take every chance of keeping the black man the under dog. A good story is being told of an old white farmer near Boston who went to the theatre for the first time in his life and saw i "Othello." His knowledge of the Bard of I Avon was limited; he had no idea that the hero of the piece was a white man blackened up. After the play was over, a friend asked him what he thought of the actors. He clear- ed h)3 throat and answered deliberately: "Wall, layin' all sectional prejudices aside, and puttan' out of the question any partiality I may have for the race as sech—durned if I don't think the! nigger held his own with any on 'em."

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FOR THE Young folks. WHAT A BIRD THOUGHT 1' lived first in a little house, And lived there very well; I thought the world was small and roun And made of pale blue ehell. I lived next in a little nest, Nor needed any other; I thought the world was made of tra.w1 And cared for by my mother. One day I flew out of the nest, To tee what I could find; I said, "The world is made of leaves; I have been very blind." At length I flew beyond the tree, Quite fit for grown-up labours; I don't know how the world is made, And neither do my neighbours. THE GREEDY BUNNY. A mother rabbit once had two baby bunnies —oris was white and the other was brown. The II white bunny was good, but the brown one was greedy and selfish in the extreme. He always wanted the best of everything. One day each was given a nice carrot for breakfast. The brown bunny ate his very slowly, for he thought if he made it last longer he would he able to eat while hia white little brother could only look on. A little mouse saw the carrots, and, being hungry himself, asked the brown bunny for a bite of his carrot. "Go away," taid Brownie, "I need all this myself. Then the mouse went to the white bunny and asked for a bite of his carrot. "Certainty, take some if you are hungry," said the white bunny. And the mouse began to nibble the carrot. "Why!" the mouse exclaimed, after tasting the carrot, your carrot is sweeter than the other one." This made the brown bunny envious, and al- though he had more of his carrot left, he offer- ed to trade with his brother. "Certainly, I'li trade if you want the sweeter ene," 6aid WliifcLe. I And when the brown bunny tried the other I cacrot, he soon found that it tast-ed no better than the othar. But he had to be cont. nt while he watched his Ijioth^r and the mous-e l devoui; the larger (lioe" t,^ Y-1'='f_

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o— Y DEL YN. Hudolus yw y Delyn,—ei thannau Fyth-onwog wnant enyn Hynod hwyl yn enaid dyn I wych hwmio iacb emyn. Abercwinboi. ALAW SYLEN. o:——

SWYNION GLANNAU'R TAF. Ger pentref Cefn-Coed-Cymmer t, Wrtb droed y bannau llwm, Y llif afonig loew Ar greigiog wely'r cwm. Fel caethes rhwng y lannau, Hiraethlon nos a dydd, Hi gana ei dyhaed Mewn nodau lion a phrudd. Y firain afon swynol Sydd ddarlun teg i mi, 0 hardd forwynig hawddgar, Dramwyji lwybrau bri; Ei chan fel per hosanna Draedd trwy'r unigedd maith, Ac nid oes taw ar awen Ei thelyn ar ei thaith. Fe llifa'r Taf yn hoew, Yn wyiaidd ac yn glir, Ar wely glain y creigiau A lyfnwyd dan ei chur; Y lhvyni gyfaneddir Hyd ystlys deg y bryn, Ac aerod can y boreu Sy'n tanio cerdd y glyn. Pa Ie, wrth chwilio ydè Ororau pena'r byd, Ceir canu fel a glywir Yn nghymoedd Cymru Fe glywir coed y bryniau. A swynol frigau'r fron, Yn adsain i gyfeiliant Y lefn afonig lon. Fe deimlais ei swvnion Ar lawer tro cyn hyn, Yn denu bryd fy nghalon I lwybrau heirdd y glyn. Ac o'i chyfaredd umg, ) Yn mhell o swn y byd, Y genid canig newydd I calon fud. Ni chodwyd heirdd balasau Na themiau o un bri I urddo'i pheraidd lannau, Neu ddenu gvjycliion lu, Pob gwreug syJd yuo'n rhodio, I Pob rhosyn per ei ryw, Gan: yfed gwir, y Nc-fotdd O phiol euiaidd Duw. Cefa Coed. TUOJIAS, ,4

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turn to get to his feet. I "Two cursed niggers!" gurgled Lord Am- brose on the floor. "Oh, my throat!" Now the two burglars had freed themselves: one was already running down the stairs, and his companion just paused to aim a final blow at Hugh, who retaliated by dashing his fist into the man's face. The fellow swore and sprang back. "Scoot, Dodd:" cried the man running down the stairs. "She'll be mad with us for this." "Now, who is she'?" thought Hugh as he rushed to follow the fugitives. "Stop 'em! stop cried Lord Ambrose. "Stop thief! I'll get my pistol." He ran into his room and out again. By that time the two burglars were down the stairs and rushing along the hall with Hugh in swift pursuit. Lord Ambrose wished to fire but was afraid of hitting Hugh, so he discharged his pistol into the air instead, by way of show- ing what he could do, and then followed. "We'll have 'em now!" he called to Hugh; "the postern is locked." At tbe top of their speed the four men rushed out of the house and doyn the drive to the en- trance-gates the two burglars first. Hugh next, close at their heels, and behind Lord Ambrose with his pistol in his hand. But the light of a lamp in the street showed the postern gate not locked but wide open, and without a pause tho two burglars rushed through, whereon tho gate swung to and bang- ed in Hugh's face; and in the gloom he w the flower-girl appear, and stoop, and turn some- thing jn. the lock, and then glide silently away, giving him just one backward glance that show- ed him her face, still lovely, but many times more pale and strange than before. Hugh tried the gate but it was fast; he shook it with all his force. as if he would have torn it down; but it resisted all his effort, and then Lord Ambrose came panting up. "We are done," said Hugh; "they have got through the gate and locked it on us." "Locked? nonsense! I locked it." cried Lord Ambrose shaking it in his turn, and then draw- ing out his key. 'By Jove! how did they do that?" "They, must have provided themselves with a duplicate key," said Hugh "it would be easy enough to take an impression of the lock any time the street was clear." After a pause he added. "They must have had an accomplice to open the gate and shut it behind them." "That flower-girl, I'll be bound," said Lord Ambrose with an oath. "They were a brace of niggers I'll have every nigger in town searched to-morrow." "Are you sure both were niggers?" asked Hugh. "I saw the face of only one of them, and then only for the moment as I fell on top of him." "Oh, they were both niggers," answered Lord Ambrose; "both had faces as black and shiny as night. One good thing, we interrupted them so that they got nothing for their pains." "How do you know that?" said Hugh. the silver has not been taken, and there is nothing else of any value." "They do not seem to have looked at the silver," said Hugh, "and yet, unless they were after something or another, why did they stop so long after the first alarm? Let us go back to the house and make sure nothing is missing." (To be continued.)