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HE FELT A BIT FUNNY!

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HE FELT A BIT FUNNY! Welshpool Boy's Adventure at Aberystwyth. Cycling Accident and a 33 reet Drop into the Sea. Aberystwyth was invaded by over 2,000 trip- pers from Montgomeryshire last Thursday—the majority of them having gone with the Powysland Church Trip." The latcer included a Welshpool lad, who ere the day was over, had become the talk of the town. As a number of Newtonians were making tracks along the new promenade, which towers high above the buach near the Castle promontory, their attention was suddenly rivetted by two cyclists, pedalling at broak-neck pace from the direction of South Terrace. The scorcher, who held the firat placo, turned his head and waved one hand. A few seconds later there was a collision. It was at the turning which would bring the col- lege and town into sight. But instead of taking the corner, the first of the hirod bikes went at a tangent to the left, straight into the iron railings, which edge the promenade. This impact threw the rider into the air; he was shot over the bar- rier, and fell headlong into the depth. The cycle followed. Someone on the promenade shouted, He's killed At once there was a hysterical rush to the railings to gazn upon this seashore tragedy. The excited crowd expected to see the poor boy a corpse, or not to see him at all. What they did bahold was the little lad standing in about two feet of water, and trying to angle with his hands for the straw hat which floated just cutside his reach. There was a strong current, and some of the spectators began to fear that the youngster might faint, and be drowned after all. A motherly Newtown lady shouted Leave your hAt alone Leave your hat alone! But the b"y did not want to join the Hatless Brigade. He kept on trying, and at last climbed up the nearest steps, and returned to the nrnmenaHtt TVIA vounu cyclist had hardly been injured by his extra- ordinary experience. There was just a little bit knocked off the little finger of hi left hand. He had successfully, though unintentiorally, and on a smaller scale, imitated Hubert Latham's flight this month into the Straits of Dover, except that the Poolonian, instead of smoking a cigarette, had SWALLOWED A LITTLE SEA-WATER. When asked by an anxious Newtonian was there anything the matter with him, he just answered, I feel a bit funny But the adventuresome cyclist, fourteen years of age, was early Saturday morning back at his work with a Welshpcol grocer. If the tide had been higher (thought the spectators) he might have been drowned; if lower, he would probably have been killed. As it was, the water around was only knee-deep. The boy in his headlong flight in ringed to grip the seaweed, which clings luxuriant to the surface of the wall. Thi3 broke th-i torco ot his fall, and he came down on his feet with a splash into the water. c, Good Heavens! said one visitor, when he had recovered from the shock, "I never saw such a mmr- vellous escape. I afterwards went down the steps, and gazed from the beach up the stoney height, down which the boy had fallen. And to be quite precise as to the distance, I got a long piece of string, tied a stone to it, and let it down from the promenade to the shore. It afterwards measured out at 33 feet! But what about the (ther cyclist, who bad been riding in the rear? While hig chum ran into the railings and disappeared, he ran ibto a seat on the promenade, and was thrown off. But he gripped the seat firmly, and stared at the place where he had last seen his friend. Though somewhat bruised he had no thought for himself. Where's he gone ? he gasped at last. "Where do you think!" replied a Newtonian, who had seen the adventuresome lad paddling for his hat in the water, and now felt little sympathy for the Poolonian scorchers. Where do you think ? To Heaven ?

RICHA.RD JONES." --

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