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STAGE AND STALLS. 1 GRAND THEATRE. My Lady Frayle" was strikingly well received at the Grand Theatre on Monday night. It possesses a profundly interesting story, a musical score of ex- ceptional beauty, and a store of wit and wisdom not commonly associated with modern plays of the lighter sort; in fact, the history of musical comedy seldom furnishes an instance of a combination ot forces so richly equipped as that which is responsible for the literary and musi- cal construction of My Lady Frayle. The melodies are haunting, the dresses and scenery are elaborate, and every member of the large company put into their respective parts on Monday evening that warmth of feeling and realism which instantaneously went home to all who were privileged to see the piece. Unfor- tunately space will not permit a lengthy appreciation of the respective parts, but every one did well. The caste includes there well-known favourites:—Phyllis Le Grand, Helen Rose Innes, Dorothy Millar, James Salter, Herbert Lingard and Alfred W. Clark. The chorus, too, is an ad- mirable one. There will be a matinee on Saturday at 2.30. x THE EMPI RE. Of the many revues which have been produced at the Swansea Empire since the craze set in none have had a more effective and pictu resque setting than Look Out!" which occupies the boards this week. The story opens in a jeweller's shop in Bond-street, where the theft of a beautiful jewelled lady's garter is the pretext for a trip abroad, via Southampton Docks, to the Valley of the Moon, and a gala day ia Madrid, this last sceu-e being a picture of artistic delight. Mr. Horace Jones, as Flatfoot, is the pivot of a lot of good fun. Making people laugh heartily is with him a gift. Miss Ennis Parkes is winsome and charming as Maisie, on* of the principal lady artistos. She makes a hit with a sons: of the Sister Susie order, having a sibilant chorus, which starts like this, It's his missus' kisses he misses." Mr. Anthony Gordon as Viscount ThorLey, and Mr. Bert Row- ley as Mat the Matman. also take pro- minent parts. Of the vaudeville turns Frank and Vesta, one of the cleverest pair of buck and trick dancers on tour, take leading honours. Other good turns are supplied by James Fawn. the comedian with a hiccough, and Tom E. Finglass, cowboy coon, assisted by Miss Gal Persse. The pictuoreg complete a first-rate pro- gramme. THE PICTURE HOUSE. The film version of Grant Allen's famous novel is the attraction at the Picture House this week. It is entitled, a What's Bred Comes Out in the Flesh." This wonderful drama is one of many that have been screened from this author's novels, but it easily surpasses any of its prede- cessors. The scenery is exquisite, the pro- duction itself perfect, and the acting of the noted artistea engaged superb. The Girl and the Crook" features Florence Labadie in another excellent drama. This week's episode of The Diamond from the Sky serial is of a very high order, thril- ling and remarkably clever. The Triangle- Keystone comedies, since their first ap- pearance, have met with a run of great success, and axe continued this week with "His Hereafter"—another scream. On Thursday next, Bullets and Brown Eyes" will be shown, an up-to-date drama. OXFORD ELECTRIC. The Lubin Company are responsible this week for the top of the bill at this hall. They present one of the finest dramas yet shown in "Find the Woman." The film is adapted from the celebrated play, The Third Degree." The picture bears a clear impression, and outlines the pitiless methods of the American Vstem of investigation known as the Third Degree." Splendid war pictures and a raried programme of capital comedies and tSramas complete one of the most power- ful programmes yet seen at this popular house. Some delightful pictures will also be shown during the latter half of the week. THE ELYSIUM. I A three-act Xordisk drarrm, "Sea 11 tures," tops the bill at the Elysium dur- ing the first half of the', week. Mr. Jack Watson's large attendance on Monday night fully appreciated it. Episode II. of the Cabinet Ministers' film also met with much applause, and another batch ot British celebrities were also shown. Gaumont's Graphic enables one to easily follow the doings of the boys by its ex- cellent new war pictures. Another very interesting picture is that of a review ot the French aeroplanes at the front. On Monday Tuesday and Wednesday next Mr. Watson will present a new drama toO his patrons in The Flaming Sword." This picture has been produced at a great cost. I THE CASTLE. The impersonation by Miss Biltie Burke of tho character of Peggie," which is the subject of the star picture in the Castle Cinema for the commencement of thi week, is exceedingly clever. The play has for its heroine a delightful little Scotch-American heiress whose naivette charms all those who come into contact with her. Beautiful scenery and perfect adingrender this the first of the Triangle dramas a film masterpiece. In five parts, the production is supervised by Thomas Ir ce. Lesser dramas of considerable merit added appreciably to the enjoyment of the programme. A two-part Triangle Keystone comedy, entitled His Here- after," a burlesque of the Wild West, was remarkable for the high patch of fun maintained throughout. The excellent* scenery it oontains is worthy of a high- class drama. Very clever, too, was an animated sketch of Chicago composed of excellent black, and white sketches of that famous city. PathoV. Gazette dealt with a variety of topical subjects. The big pic- ture for the latter ihalf of the week wili be another Triangle draxaa. Bullets and Brown Eyes." THEATRE ROYAL. I U The best laid plans of mk-e and men ait gang agley." In the quaintly con- ceived drama represented at the Royal, this unpleasant truth is cleverly mpha- sised. Following the idea which works out so well in H Daridy long legs," the brilliant play now drawing biff houses at the Duke of York's, London, the hero ot the film decides to adopt an orphan girl, with the pttrpose of educating, and ulti- mately marrying her. Such plans, how- ever, have a habit of going wrong in real life, and so they do in the film. The ward falls in love with an officer. Another captivating film is the story of a weak but beautiful woman, who gets mixed up with German spies, and betrays her lover to save her child. The second series of I cinema interviews includes Sir Ian Hamilton, Father Bernard Vaughan, Mr. Walter Long, Mr. Runeiman, and Mr. Lloyd George, whose message is given to the accompaniment of loud cheers and Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau." The Royal this week is a show not to be missed. On Thursday the films Russia's Mighty Arm," and John Needham's Trouble?- are promised. I MUMBLES PIER. J it was intended to close the concert season on the Mumbles Pier on Saturday ¡ last, but owing to "The Sparklers" party being so well patronised last week, it was decided to engage them for another six days. On Monday they gave a sparkling entertainment, which pleased everybody. A programme full of variety was given with a go and vim" which had a ten- dency to keen everybody up to concert pitch. Miss Blodwen Butcher, the noted Welsh soprano, sang with a clarion voice some well-known favourites, and Miss Gracie Gerald was overflowing with vivacity. Miss Hilda Elen gave impres- sion of the Army of to-day and Miss Gwen Knight gave a splendid entertainment at the piano. The humorist of the party is I Mr. Ben Ronald, who was exceptionally good in character studies, and last, but by no means least, is Mr. Chandler Clark, who was applauded and encored several times for his splendid baritone soles.

The board of management of the Early Closing Association in a resolution passed 0'1 Monday propose that the suggested earlier closing hours should be 7 p.m. on days other than Saturday and 9 p.m. on I Saturday- The pet dasehund of a regiment sta- tioned in an east coast town wears, says a a London Evening News" correspondent, an Iron Cross awarded for running away from a rat.

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Our Short Story. I The Monk's Corse BY DOROTHEA CONYERS. It was a still July afternoon, the last day in the world for the supernatural to crop up, yet, curiously enough, as we lay and panted under the beech trees, four weary men, released from thraldom in London on this Sabbath evening, we began to speak of Ireland, and the strange curse which hangs* over some houses there. Some were mentioned, dismissed, unproved, and scoffed at. Travers, the elder member of our little party, listened for a time, the inevitable smoke clouds I curling round his thin clever face. Hearsay, all hearsay," came contemp- tuously from Grey, a young stockbroker I in the City. There are four men here. Can anyone tell us a personal experience. Curses and ghosts. All bogies. Non- sense Now if anyone knew of something which actually happened a I ao"-Travers looked up from the long deck-chair he lay in—" but it is not a thing I care to speak of, for it is true, and a bitter memory to me." We groped for enough energy, hot though it was, to force him to tell thtei story, and presently he said, Yes, but remember," he added, no scoffing when i is ended. Attribute the end to any- thing you like, but I will not hear thi,> rent to pieces, before me, at any rate." He put down his pipe reluctantly, drew a tumbler of cider cup, lumps of ice clinking pleasantly against the glass nearer him, and began. Six years ago," he said business took me over to Ireland. I had been left Guardian and trustee, in fact, to a cousin there, a girl of 20, and had to go over and see her. It was Christmas time, and dreariness itself, travelling in the early morning through the sodden green fields, waiting for trains at different junctions, and finally getting to Cahirveen about three in the afternoon. It was dark then, or nearly so, but I could see that tho house was a gloomy one, built in imita- tion of an abbey, with pointed gables and great arched windows. Inside, it was light and gaiety. Sir Hugh, my cousin, had been dead for some years; so far, my guardianship had not troubled me, and my ward come flying to meet me in the hall. She was one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen, black hair, always ruffled, framing a charming, changeful face, blue eyes and firm mouth, as full of mischief as only an Irish girl's can be, and yet I remember noticing her mouth particularly at the time, it was. apt to close so obsti- nately, and her chin was square and broad. They humbugged me greatly over my youthful looks. I was only thirty-three then, and Moira, that was my ward's name, declared mischievously that if it had not been for previous engagements, she would have made my guardianship permanent by proposing to marry me her- self. The previous engagement, Lord James Delamere. a handsome, but rather delicate young fellow of about twenty-five, was then produced. Subject to the guardian's consent, they were to be mar- ried next spring. I must say they had not troubled much about the consent so far. It was a charming house to stay in, rather full of traps in the shape of old stairs in unforeseen places. They took me round next. day. It appeared the house had really been an old abbey, and they had built on it in imitation of the original. Part of the old place was still intact. This, Moira told me, was originally the old chaflel. See, the east window is still just, as it was. My great grandfather turned it into a ballroom, and we are going to have our dance next week.' She began to hum a waltz and spin t&lone on the parquet floor. Moira,' Lady Fitz Gerald broke in, in a distressed voice, we are going to dance in the hall. You know I could not bear to have it here.' The girl stopped dancing. Her lips came together finely, and again I saw the latent obstinacy in her face. Here or nowhere,' she said sullenly. < Mumsie, do you want to spoil my birth- day, to spoil everything for a silly super- stition? I have ordered the decorations for here, and here it shall be.' She went off, barging the door, a heavy oaken one, behind her. Lady FitzGerald sighed audibly. I could see that my wilful ward ,was mistress of the establishment and the situation. < Why don't you wish them to dance here?' I'asked curious. Oh, you would laugh at me, too.' Lady Fitz Gerald was a slender, weak- looking woman, wonderfully youthful for her forty odd years. I assure you I won't. a < Well, years ago, I don't remember dates well, this was a prosperous abbey, and was taken from the poor monks and siven to the first Sir Hugh Fitz Gerald. The monks all disappeared but one, a poor, half-crazed brother, who wandered about hiding by the river, and fed by the county people. Sir Hugh, to celebrate his accession, decided to give a large banquet and merry-making, and chose this chapel to give it in. His workmen were actually engaged in pulling down the altar when a shadow appeared at the window. The crazy monk was peering in. Sir Hugh, a roug-h man of the period, cursed him, and finally threatened to set the dogs on him. This roused the wretched man. He poured out strings of mild imprecations, and finally drawing himself up, poured out a last wild curse. "'Revel oil, Fitz he screamed, < ovr the graves of saints, but sure as merry-making is ever held by you in our sacred chapel, so surely shall one of the merrymakers fall dead, even as I do.' H He clutched at his left side, and fell back dead. Well, they held, their revel, of course, but Sir Hugh's own nephew died suddenly during the evening of heart pomplaint, they said. Then the chapel was not used much, until some seventy years ago, Moira's grandfather had it made into this lovely ball-room. He ccoff-ed at the curse, and- gave a great dance. Towards morning, however, a young stranger gave a sudden scream, pointed to the window, and fell back dead. Now Moira declares she will have her, birthday dance here, and I can do noth- ing. It may be mere coincidence, but I fear I know not what.' Could not Delamere use his jnflu- ence ?' I said gravely. I was far from scofifng. She listens to no one. But here he is, ask him.' Delamere entered the room quickly, looking for Moira. a < I've done my best before,' he said hopelessly, Moira will havo the dance here, and, of course, you know, ifs a mere legend. Personally, I don't care tor dances, they knock me up, and Moira; jiyes me no quarter.' A Then I tried iy hand, for curiously j the leg-end impressd me. I tried coaxing, 11 I tried bullying, al vainly. < Don't care,' 6id wiliul Moira. ] H < Don't care vas hanged,' I said gloomily. Look lere. Suppose some one does die, natuilly, we will say. How would you feel the? Someone you cared for, say. I Suppose the -ky falls,' she flashed back, saucily, thagh for a second 6he j had filtered. Wto could die?' He or I, for «ample,' I said lightly, nodding towards .:h' betrothed. J How can Y01!' she was on her feet < in a moment, he] hand in Jim's. < How] dare you? Jim (e, indeed! He's going to dance all the waltzes with me. Aren't you, dear?' Thei was no doubting her love for him. Yes,' said b, without enthusiasm. < Up to twelve' she said, < afterwards, I am my own mitress. Twenty-one, you see. It was pure ostinacy, nothing elce. u Well, New Yar's Eve came round; a raw, foggy day. So still, that we could plainly hear the loarse roar of the swol- len river. It wa not ideal winter wea- ther, none of thcrisp touch in it which makes that dul season bearable, and hunting was no of the best there, and good meets werefar away. For days Mo .a had given up fox-chas- j ing, and was shn up with hordes of work- men in the ball oom. She would not let anyone come i. Th? decorations were to be a eurprif?, she declared. 'No one was to see themuntil the lights were up. About sever on New Year's Eve, when most of tfe house party had gone to get dressed, I trolled into the library. The lights wer not on, and outside I could see the fg rolling in heavy white folds almost upto the windows. I shud- dered, I remeibered. The scene op- pressed me, andt turned to switch on the electric light—fr, they were up to date at CahirVeen. Delamere came into the room suddenly, with the restless air of a man who is ill it ease. It's this dnce: he burst out. 'Moira laughs at everthing. Lady Fitz Gerald is ill from ne/ousness, and, of course, it's idiotic, butcould there be any truth in a curse lik-cthat, Travers?' Most certanly not,' I answered, with a conviction so leartv, that an older man might have dabted it. He looked re- lieved. HaUo, thee's Moira's voice,' he said a moment late. Jira! Jini Or Guardian Ogre,' so she chose to cal me. I saw you both go into the library. Tiresome. Deaf, *oh, there you are! She was sinding on the stairs, half- laughing halfingry, and I shall never forget how p rf-ty she looked, smothered in a lacy garmeni yclept, I believe, dressing- gown, her blafc hair tumbling round her charming, catty face. I could see Dela- mere's face liht as he looked at her. H < You deaf people,' she said, < I have no maid, I've lent her to everyone, and I've just roiembered I've forgotten (Moira was vey Irish) my bangles in the ball-room; go and get them, you two. Some of the srange workmen may adopt them.' We went >ff down the broad corridor and pushed oien the oaken door into the ball-room. It was a dream,' to quote Moira. The ralls hung with palest green fairy lights, gleaming everywhere. Only the great wiidows stood grim and un- draped, the ;loom of the night pressing close against -ts stone curves. Bah tlat spoils everything!' Dela- mere said, iritably, pointing to the win- dows'. It reminds one, Travers. My God!' I was searching for the bangles,' but the chill ter-or of his voice roused me. He was etaing hard at the grim, old window., It may have been fancy, no doubt it was but for a second I thought I saw there hic? shadowy form of a monk, his hand raided in menace. Here an the bangles. Come,' I said, but my voio would not have deceived a I child. < You sav I thought I saw!' < The mon,' I said angrily. The boy looked ill. pushed him out before me, and once in -,he passage, he laughed it off, too, runnin; up the stairs to Moira with her jewels. He stopped half-way, turn- ing to wait or my lagging self. 'Travers. the hall is polished. Shall I tel—3 No,' ] said emphatically. She would merey laugh at our folly.' U The daice was a success, if ever there was one. lidaell's band. Supper from London. H)aps of men and pretty jolly girls, to wlom a dance was an event. I met Moira often, a radiant figure in some white stuff,' and every time she scoffed at ne. Once or twice I danced with her, aid I must own.she winded me, she seemed made of steel and lightening, and never paused for a moment. Supper was over, and the room was filling for another waltz. I am no musi- cian, but I could remember the air any- —————————————. — ————————————— whera, it was one of Strauss' I ?fe4 fnite. A. wail of passion and regret lying under the light laughter of the dance music. I went up to Moira. Well, wilful monkey?' Well, croaker! Come, Jim" she was tapping the floor like an impatient horse. Sit it out,' Moira/ he said, I'm a bit tired.' "hred! Oh, no. You can rest to- morrow. Come l' They flew off together. I was not; tlancing, and stood watching them, as < oouple after couple flashed past me. The men's pink coats making the scene ex- < ceptionally gay. They passed me again,' and I rem em. ber noticing that Delamere's face was white, and his lips even pale. He stopped, loosed Moira, clutched at his left side, and pointing to the window, tell heavily almost at my feet. A scream )r two rang shrill above tho music, then it stopped with a crash. We loosened Delamere's collar, iashed water in his face, and tried to torce brandy between his teeth, but from the first it needed no doctor to see that it was no mere faint. Once, looking across the frightened brilliantly dressed 3rowd to the cold, uncurtained window, I "ould have sworn I saw glaring the cowled face of some strange monk. It came and went so quickly, I hardly know. And Moira—she did not kneel by his 3ide. She asked no questions. The truth seemed borne in upon her from the first. rhe truth, which we all shrank away from until one of the doctor's faces- there were several there—left no doubt. "'Moira! Moira Her mother lifted her terrified eyes towards the girl who stood still, looking down on the still grey face of her lover. 'My poor child!' The girl heard nothing, but slowly, gently, she sank on her knees, and as one in a dream, picked up one of his cold, inert hands, and stroked it softly. Then ihe spoke in a slow, level tones, hardly to be recognised as Moira's. Suppose, suppose,' she said, every murmuring voice was hushed, the women cowered, shuddering, together, and her mother's ready tears dried up, Someone was to die naturally—someone I cared for —you or he? Supposing that—' The level, toneless voices was repeat- ing my very words, spoken in light, and r had thought, unheeding warning. But he danced instead, all the waltzes with me. I gave him no rest. He :>ften said the dancing hurt him. I never listened. He is tired, only tired, you see he rests now. See—J im [H She lifted the dead man's hand in her slender gloved one, pressing it against her cheek. My God! This is awful!' someone muttered, and a child's frightened whim-i per broke across the silence. lier brother, II roung Sir Hugh, who had been allowed to stay up for the dance. But supposing there was anything in it. this foolish curse, or nothing, and yet someone died. Who? I knew a mo- ment ago/ She brushed her forehead wearily, always holding his hand, and no one dared try .to remove her. For my obstinacy, my wilfulness. A life someone cared for, but—not Jim! Ah No! You devi' Monk! Not Jim!' With the last words, consciousness came to her. I shall never forget the look in her great eyes as she knew and remembered, and the last words pepaled out into a ishrie4 addressed, as she sprang up to the cold, stone-framed window. Did she, in her fantasy, see something there? Who knows! "'Not Jim!' she shrieked again, de- fiantly, (he rests, only rests.' And then she sank in merciful unconsciousness into someone's watchful arms. Six .years ago. Yet I can remember every movement, every incident ot it all. Poor Moira. My guardianship does not amount to much now. They took her away to England. The madness, which would have been mercy, was denied her. She lives to remember and. regrets—poor girl, and outwardly, one coul 1 scarcely tell the tragedy she has been through; but to those who knew her before, the sight is a sad one. The ball-room at Cahirveen is shut vp permanently now. I believ the very decorations hang untouched upon the walls." There! I offered my exper; of a strange old curse, and I fe-ir I nave t-een rather long-winded. Yet ti»9 tale ,6 i true one, as Lord James died suddenly 0" heart disease. You can put wnat com plexion you like on it. It is to me a t-agedy I seldom care to speafc of." We sat silent, man-like, not offering one word of thanks, until Grey b -ke tb -3 silence jerkily, his eyes on Traver's grave, and for the moment, heavily-lined face. I'd like a whisky drink, Brown," he said, reaching hi4 hand towards the tray. To take away the taste," said the barrister, smiling a little, though his < yes were still grave, and he began re- 1 ghting his beloved pipe. Precisely. Though not in the light you mean," said Grey, quietly. Thanks, old chap. Then I think I'll jcin you." To my mind, some strange truth always lay buried in Traver's stories; he ad- kdvanced no theories. He left us to find cut any cause we cared to search for, but I joined in the whisky drink heartily, for the tragedy had touched me, too. Only Smithers, the mocker and sceptic, sat silent, because he had promised not to mock. Only afterwards, when he thought no one was looking, I saw him steal over and take the strongest nip of the four. (The End.)

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"SUMMER TIME" ENDING. The ending of summer time at two o'clock on Sunday morning next may cause some slight diculties which did not occur when summer time" came into force. A clock cannot be put back an hour at will, and the following points are worth noting by those who wish to avoid trouble with the works of their timepieces— In watches and non-striking clocks, the hands may be put back one hour without damage. In striking clocks, where the pendulum is easy to reach, the change may be effected by stopping the swing of the pen- dulum for one hour, and then restarting it. In striking clocks, where the pendulum is difficult to reach, the hands should be put forward 11 hours, leaving time for the clock to strike the hours and half-hours. Printed and Published for the Swansea Press, Limited, by ARTHUR PARNELL HIGHAM, at Leader Buildings, Swansea.

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