0 t Y [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ] X S IN SPITE OF EVIDENCE1 BY ￼ $ LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON 9 $ Author of "The Missing Finger," "Tempted," &c. A CHAPTER XXL THE THOUGHT-READER. The little, shabby, dusty room that the I 'Fords hired for their performances was drearier and less attractive in the grey davlight, before the lights were lit and the audience filled it. It looked particularly miserable this morning-, as Celia came into it, carrying her music. They had arranged for a rehearsal, to try over one or two novel experiments the Fords were introducing into the bill. She was met by Mrs. Ford, who looked little enough of a sorceress just now, with her eyes red-rimmed and her lips white and drawn into a thin line of suffering'. -Celia was stirred to quick compassion. "Mrs. Ford! Is there anything wrong? -Aren't you well ? Her employer's wife shook her head mournfully. "I've got a head splitting open with neu- ralgia, she said huskilv. "I can't see .hardly. I ought to be at home and in bed, but Ford was so set on our trying over the new turns, and I thought I might be able just to get them through. You go and play something soft and slow, Miss Harcourt. I'll oee if I can't find that hidden pin, anyhow, and Ford 's got a new thing-kmd of clair- voyance—it is. He thinks it ought to be a big business. You go along and play for me. and I'll see what I can do." Celia went to the piano obediently and began a low symphony. Mrs. Ford took up her position on the platform. Ford, in •s hirt-sleeves, came hurrying on from the green room. He hid a pin in the carpet. And with a loose hanging thread stretched between them, Mrs. Ford bent down blind- folded and began to grope with quivering fingers in search of it. "I can't!" All at once she broke off short, raised herself, put her hand to her band- aged head. She reeled slightly, staggered to the sofa, and flung herself down on it. "I an't do it, Ford! It isn't a bit of use! My head's just like a torture-wheel. There doesn't come a single flash of anything into it. If I don't go home and to bed this in- stant I'll never be able to act this after- noon." Ford stood with the thread dangling from his hand, the picture of anxious perplexity. '"My love, I'm sorry I'm confounded sorry for you—I'm sure you know it! But if you c,oii l d onlv have iii-,t P. could only have just gone through the atti- tudes you needn't have any thought-trans- ference—we should be able to put it on to- morrow. Unless we do, the new bills will all be spoilt in the printing. You couldn't just go through the posturing and that, could you? We don't need much more than that." "No, I couldn't." Her head-shake was positive. "It's as much as I can do to get rm e. If I can take something and lie down. I may get a sleep, and be able to pull myself together. If I don't, we'll have to shut up shop for the afternoon." Her tone was so jwsitive that Ford, alarmed, let her go. He stood gloomily winding the thread round his hand where she had left him. I'm hanged sorry for the missus's head- ache," he said, "but this rather spoils the -show." Celia left the piano and crossed the hall -to him. "Couldn't I try, Mr. Ford? It would get you into your part, and Mrs. Ford's so quick. If we had a little re- hearsal this evening, after hours, I'm sure she could get into it." He started, turned his face, brightened. "That's not half a bad idea," he said with relief. "Look here, the idea's this: I hide "the pin, and it's under the carpet. You find it blindfolded. I'll tell you where it is. Of course, when the missus does it she thought- reads." He gave the end of the thread to Celia. She shut her eyes, seemed to stand consider- ing for an instant or two, then steadily, surely, slowly, without undue haste or ex- citement, she moved quietly across the plat- form, bent down, for an instant her fingers wavered, then she pulled the carpet aside and pieked up a pin from underneath it, where it rested on the dirty floor. "By Jingo!" cried out Ford with admira- tion as she took off the bandage and laughed across at him, slightly flushed. "You did that as well as if you'd been the missus. Anybody would have thought you were Teallv thought-reading. How did you man- age it? You saw me put the pin down, eh? I thought I'd hidden it too quick." "No, I didn't see. It was thought-trans- ference. I've often done it for fun when I was at school. They used to say I was prettv good at it, but I never acted with anvbody I could get the suggestion from so soon as I did from you then." Ford's face was lit with enthusiasm. "Mv aunt!" he said fervently, there's business in this. Ever done anything deeper -an v clairvoyance or such?" Celia had not. But she would experiment. if he liked. They went through two or three little performances, at which she gradually •grew quicker, and found herself more and more able. At the end of them Ford brought his hand down on his thigh with a resound- ing Hi ump. H I say, there's money in you!" he cried out with elation. "Look here, why shouldn't we make an arrangement—you do half the turns and the missus the other half? It'd double the attraction, to have two lady per- formers. Then the missus could take a turn at the piano while you did your part, and that'd give her a rest. You're a born reader, you are! With a little practice you'd .do anything." And so the new arrangement came into force. Just at first Celia shrank a little from the public exhibition of herself and her powers on the cheap stage of a seaside show. But thoughts of an unpaid landlady at home, of bills that mounted and mounted, do what one could to live on starvation rations, were potent factors in destroying pride. She wore such robes as the imagination of Ford devised for her, and her own fingers and the fingers of Mrs. Ford ran up out of cheap and effective materials. She went through the performances of pin-finding, and locat- ing a penny, and telling the time by a watch that was in a man's pocket. She grew more and more nimble at them; she surpassed Mrs. Ford in her quickness and accuracv in a fortnight. Now and then Ford deftlv in- troduced another turn. She took an article belonging to someone in the audience and told its history. It was like magic to her listeners, but it was very simple thought- transference. The magician's cave began to rake in more money than it had ever done before the name of Signorina Vincinzina appeared on the bills. CHAPTER XXH. THE JADE. Vane had had two years of wandering. It would have been incorrect to say of him that he was cured of the ache with which ho got himself away out of England, hoping to forget his cruel misfortune. He had not been cured. But the mind of man docs not hold in the same measure a sting at the end of two long years. The loss was there still, acute, when something came to wake it. But for the most part custom had taught it to slumber, and he could take up life once more. tt C I" d He had never forgotten Celia, never ceased e I at the mystery that had snatched to mane him; nevèr grown so indifferent to hr from ￼ hc that ? c ould let timself ?? mher faaccee hneer sweetness. without ?dw8eli l oV n hWer ffaacc e her Sweetne88, without a pang of heart. But tn manner ot her going ad perforce blunted a ?t? ? ? ? ?????j of her. He would not, he coum t believe t ceS cne of her what circumstance.. ? cneu ?? ? believe. Yet he could not,_n? ?mmon sense, keep her as high on h pe^ ag she had been before that shock. lie had come back to England because 0 more he was sick at heart of wander1119. and He travelled home in a b iiiier, and there were some agreeable people o „ rJ. With one or two lie made friends, ?M V•pn they landed, and the Henslows to Brighton, he was easily persuaded t lolo down there with them and spend a weel,- ￼ two. He had brought back & touch of malarial fever, and the sea breezes were r?e- iviDg. They played bridge in the even- ■■ ings, motored a little, listened to the band. Sometimes the Henslows went on excursions that Vane did not join in; he occupied him- self in wandering about the town. He found some little shops with old prints in them, and he was beginning to collect prints, just by way of something to do. One afternoon, when the sun was low and the sea glassy, he sauntered down a little back street, and came on a shop he had not hunted out before. There were bits of old china, riveted and mended, in the window, some atrocious imitation jewellery of the early Victorian period, a battered Chippendale shaving mirror, a few beads on a brass tray. His eye was caught by a framed print in the background, and he pushed the door open and made his way into the dark interior. The bell on the door jangled hastily. Pre- sently there came in an old man in a dirty dressing-gown, a smoking-cap on his head. Vane pointed out the print, asked to look at it, and it was put into his hand. It proved to be a rather good one, spoilt by a huge stain across it. He looked at it critic- ally. "No, I don't think it will do, thanks. 1 only want these things in perfect condition." The old dealer's interest quickened. He rubbed hiii wrinkled hands together. "I can supply you with any number of that sort, sir," he said eagerly. "I've some first-class articles just come in; I haven't put them out yet. If you'll do me the favour to wait a minute I'll soon bring them down." "All right, thank you." Vane listened while the dragging old footsteps died away into the distance, and he was alone. He looked about him, as collectors will, poking here and there in search of a find. The shop really didn't seem to hold much besides rub- bish. He moved a step further in amongst the usual chaos. Then his eye was caught bv something on the shelf above him. He reached up and took it down. Yes, he was not mistaken. A jade-a really fine jade! Now- that was worth coming across. His old vivid interest in the stones, abated since lie had been two years parted from his collec- tion, awoke within him with renewed zest on the instant. That was a good find. There was another over there, on that table. By reaching over from where lie stood he could just get at it. He could not move nearer, for the whole back of the place was barricaded with larger articles. He was penned into a narrow space just large enough to hold him. He reached over, groped in the semi-darkness, got hold of the stone, brought it to the light, stretched along his gloved palm. As he turned it to the light from the window he felt himself glow suddenly. It was mag- nificent, splendid, a treasure indeed! He bent to examine it closer. Then a shock of recollection rushed over him. Why, he had seen this before-it was familiar to him. He remem bered how once before he had glowed with admiration at the carving, the depth of fine colour, the perfect, flawless contour. Where had he come across it before? And then with a start that almost shook the jade from his palm he remembered. It was at Harcourt's. It had been one of the speci- mens in his collection. Impossible! His collection had gone to a museum. No museum would part with such a gem as this, one of the chief glories of the whole. He was mistaken. It was like Harcourt's, that was all. He turned it over in his hand again, took a tiny magnifying glass from his waistcoat pocket. He turned the jade over, looked carefully along the back of it. Yes, by Jove! It was there, that little scratch he had remarked on Har- court's stones, and asked about. Harcourt had told him it was a private mark he used for every jade he acquired. This had been one of his there was no mistake about it. How on earth had it come here? It seemed incredible-amazing. No curator of any museum would have let it go, of that one might feel certain. Had any one abstracted it when the jades were packed and sent away? No, for he himself bad spoken about sealing the cabinets. He knew that it had been done at once. Surely that wasn't a possible solution. Then could Harcourt have parted with it? No, no. Again memory I was treacherous. Harcourt had showed him this jade that night; he had admired it, spoken of it. He could recall it all quite clearly now. They had stood together in the study while they examined it; it had been taken from one of the cabinets there. Why, now he thought of it, it was one of the very jades they had left scattered over the table when they went off to the draw- ing-room. Had it been there when he came back? For the life of him he could not remember. How should one notice, when such a grue- some discovery as he made in that room blotted out every other thought? And yet —and yet, yes, while he waited for Celia's return he had stood in the study, and his eyes had roamed over the stones on the table, taking note, as one mechanically does at such vital times, of even little trivial details. He had not noticed the jade then. No, he had not. If it had been there he must surely have remarked it it was so wonderful, so unique. His trained eye, the eye of the collector, could not have failed to note it. Then, if it was there when Harcourt and he had left the room, if it was there no longer when he himself came back to find Harcourt dead, how had it disappeared in the meantime? That old theory of his of theft, murder—was not this a sudden weight in the scale for it? If a thief had been among Harcourt's treasures, if the old man had intercepted someone in the act of carrying off a precious jade, if he had tried to stop the thief, to capture him, and the thief had shot in return, would not that ac- count for everything? But who had taken the jade? That was the point to discover. How had it gone from the study of Har- court to the shop of the curio dealer? He heard the old man's shuffling steps coming back along the passage. He stood erect and eager, with the jade in his hand. "I've come on something rather pretty here," he said. "This stone-what do you ask for it?" The dealer named a sum far below the jade's value. Vane was prepared for that. He turned the stone in his hand and deliber- ated. "It rather seems as if it ought to have another to go with it," he said. The old dealer protested. "They don't come in pairs-not that sort don ,t. It's a good article. I'm offering it dirt cheap"— and all the rest of it. "Could you find out if the person you bought it of has another to match ?" Vane still held the jade. "I'd take the pair, if there were two of them." The dealer shook his shaggy head, with the long, unkempt hair. "I'm certain there isn't another, or he'd have sold it with this. He was keen to have me buy it. It's a first-class stone, that, sir. You'd better have it." "I don't know." Still he seemed to hesi- tate. "Could you tell me where you got it," he asked lamely. "If you'd ask the person who sold it to you, or give me the address. I'd like it if I could have a match for it." The old dealer grew exasperated. "There isn't any good your trying, I'm certain oi it. But I'll give you the address, if you like to see for yourself. I bought it from a man living in Dean Street—No. 7. I sent him the money there. You'd (tetter take this, anyhow; you won't get a chance like it again." And Vane, yielding with what seemed like reluctance, paid the price asked and slipped the jade into his pocket. He went out into the sunlight feeling himself on the brink of discovery. What was he to do? He might call and try to find out something from the seller of the jade-lie, would go round there now. He took out his watch. No, he was due at tea with a hotel visitor-a lady with daughters -who had seen in Vane from the moment she met him an excellent chance for the famiiy. "He must put the visit to Dean Street off till to-morrow. He walked off to the hotel with his jade weighing down his coat pocket, and his mind so fulfof this new extraordinary development that he proved but a dull caller. Mrs. Mears consoled hcrs1f. After all a girl doesn't marry a man to have him enter- tain her. What's needed in a husband is plenty of money, position, enough good nature to let his wife do as she likes, and spend what she chooses. Social qualities don't matter a straw. "He's rich, and he's satisfactory, this Mr. Vane. He'd do splen- didly for any one of the girls. He can have whichever he chooses. ilis long as I get one off my hands, I don't care if she marries a deaf mute. Perhaps so much the better!" CHAPTER XXIIL < THE CLAIRVOYANT. Somebody handing round thin bread-and- butter at the Mears' tea began to banter the youngest daughter. "Come, now, Miss Mears, if you don't tell me that secret of yours I'll find it out, in spite of you. I'll take your pocket-handker- chief, or your hatpin, or something, and get the thought-reading lady to find out all you won't tell me. You'd better out with it and save me all the trouble." The youngest Miss Mears laughed de- lightedly. "You wouldn't be such a sneak! Even if you would, you haven't got anything of mine to take her-not a single thing. You can't frighten me." "What's that?" Mrs. Mears looked up from the teapot. "What's all that? Have you been to the Magician's Cave? I hear people are saying it's a humbug." "Who says so?" The young man put down his bread-and-butter plate and crossed the carpet. "I don't know who told you, but whoever it was, they're out of it. Why, she's a marvel, that girl. They say she can tell the number of your watch when it's in your pocket, and read a letter held behind her head—and give your name, and the place you were born in, and all that kind of thing." "Oh, it's all collusion!" A stout lady, who overfilled a small, low chair, brisked up and joined in the conversation. "There's no collusion about this girl, or trick either." The young man was on the defensive immediately. "I've been twice, and the second time I was more befooled even than the first. I thought like you, and I meant to find the trick of it. But there isn't one. That's the queerest part of it. She's perfectly genuine. She can read thoughts, and she s a clairvoyant." The stout lady wagged her head, and the feather that stood aloft from her hat waved aggressively. "These people only say things that happen to everybody. Then you can't find them out and expose them. Liars and cheats, every one of them." "I've heard this girl tell a man that he'd had news that day of friends across the sea, and she described the person, and the man toM me it was true, letter for letter." "Oh, she knew somebody who knew him, and they told her! That doesn't take a child in "And I've seen somebody hand her up a ring, Lii4 she told a long story about where it was found in Africa, and it was right- quite right—from start to finish. What do you make of that, then?" "Oh, a coincidence; that's all. She might be right sometimes. Some of the chances are in her favour. I suppose," said the stout lady, with slow, meaning emphasis, "that this creature who gives the show is young and—and good looking, isn't she?" If she had expected an indignant denial to her innuendo, she did not get it. The young man grinned. "Why, of course. You've hit it! If she was elderly, and fat and ordi- nary, where'd be the fun? It's because she's a lovely being that it's all the more draw. The man who runs the show'd be a fool if he didn't see to that all right. You don't pay your shilling, or your half-crown, as the case may be, to stare at a hag doing thought-reading! And the vanquished lady had for once in her life not a word left her. Amused, Vane leant back in his chair, listening to the little sparring-match. As he changed his position, something in te small of his back made itself felt uncom- fortably. Mechanically he put up his hand to move it. It was hard, and cold, and ob- long. Recollection flashed on him. For the moment he had forgotten the jade. Now ho remembered with a shock, and with a sudden inspiration a thought flashed on him: Why not take it to this clairvoyant they were all talking of? If there were anything in her boasted powers, couldn't she tell him where it came from, what was the truth of the tragedy connected with it? His fingers touched it. tightened on it, then he drew away his hand suddenly. Of course, it was all stuff and nonsense. These things were mere trickery, cleverly-arranged collusion, exhibitions of practised skill, not of necro- mancy. What could any one on earth tell him from the mere touch of that cold, silent jade? It was idiotic to imagine it, and yet —and yet—his thoughts returned to the idea and dwelt round it with a peculiar fascina- tion. People began to rise and go, and Vane found himself able to make his escape. He thought about it once more, as he walked back to his hotel for dinner: Was there any- thing in those powers of this girl they talked about, after all? If she could tell him anything he longed to know! If-and there his heart leapt and stirred indeed-she could give him any clue to what had hap- pened with Celia? That little handkerchief that lay still folded in his dispatch-box— that innocent-looking little lace-bordered handkerchief, from which the violet scent had long, long gone—it was too sacred, wasn't it, to hand up through a gaping audience and give into the grasp of a vulgar professional charlatan? Yet—yet if one could know! If one could have the least know- ledge, the faintest clue to that dark, hor- rible puzzle that for ever compassed him about sleeping or waking like a grisly night- mare If one could be sure that Celia was not unhappy, if one could have all those hor- rible doubts set at rest that so long had haunted one. "No, she was not guilty! She was inno- cent—innocent as the day There was some horrible mystery somewhere. If she had gone with another man, it was because she had cared for him first-lived down her feel- ing, it might be, or thought she had, till he suddenly appeared again before her. Then it had all awakened, sprung upon her like a man armed and desperate. How could he blame her, he who did not even know the truth? Yes, his heart acquitted her. But that jade. If he knew how it had come into the possession of the man who had sold it to the curio-dealer, that would be something.. What harm, what possible harm, anyway, in going to see the clairvoyant-- taking it with one? He walked on to his hotel, his head down, his hands thrust in his pockets, his heart moody. The Henslows found him a silent companion at dinner. When coffee and cigarettes came, he got up and glanced at his watch. "Going out, eh, Vane?" asked Henslow, stretching himself luxuriously in his low cane chair and reaching for the lighter. Vane said he thought he should take a stroll. For just one minute he had con- sidered the idea of asking the Henslows to come with him to the Magician's Cave. Then he had put the idea aside. He would rather go alone to see whether the clairvoyant could tell him anything, or whether after all she was a vulgar fraud, cheating people into a belief that she had occult powers. He took his hat and light overcoat and went out of the hotel, the jade still in his pocket. He walked along the lighted streets, with ^he sound of the sea in the distance like a sob- bing voice, and he found his way to the cave of the magician, where people were throng- ing in through the canvas opening. He paid for a seat, taking a ticket from the faded woman, and went in with them. (To be Continued.)
Some time ago the Wandle bumped into Wandsworth Bridge and did E4000 worth of damage. The L.C.C. has now settled its claim t:> against the Wandsworth Gas Com- pany on the basis of the company paying 80 per cent. of the cost of repairs. Presented with an address by the New- castle City Council on his eightieth birth- day, Sir William Stephenson, who has been seven times mayor, gave the Lord Mavor a cheque for £2,000 for charities. David Landau, a dealer, was fined at New- castle £ 50 for receiving brass stolen from Arnictrong, Whitworth, and Co., and £ 10 for buying less than 561b. without making a record. Fined £ 10 at Cannock for driving a motor- car at forty-five to fifty miles an hour, Sir. John Pugh, a Warwickshire, J.P., said a speed of forty miles was justifiable in view of the condition of the road at the time.
SOUTH LANCASHIRE REGIMENT. The Prince of Wales's Volunteers, the South Lancashire Regiment, is the old "Fighting Fortieth." It has ever been one of the Ptnarteat and best ordered regiments of the British Army, and it was one of three which had the distinction of serving unin- terruptedly throughout the Peninsular War from 1808 to 1814. The 2nd Battalion was the old 82nd, and this too gained a wonder- ful reputation for gallantry and good con- duct. The 82nd was raised in 1793, but the 40th dates from 1717, being embodied from troops which had been serving years in the West Indies. It used to be numbered "XL," and this led to the rather curious nickname of "The Excellers," a not inap- propriate sobriquet, for the regiment has an interest and character in no way inferior to that of the most distinguished corps in the Army. As "The Prince of Wales's Volun- teers," the South Lancashire has for a badge the three ostrich plumes, also the motto "Ich Dien," and marches to the tune of "God Bless the Prince of Wales." It also displays the badge of the Sphinx, gained by the 40th for glorious service in Egypt under Abercromby, and has besides this honour twenty-eight others! The regi- ment seems to have fought in all parts of the world where British troops have operated, including New Zealand. Only four companies of the 40th were in Egypt, but such was their gallantry that they earned for their corps an honour given as a rule only when a whole regiment is engaged. The 40th and 82nd both fought in San Domingo in 1795. The revolted West Indian negroes and the French Republicans were formidable foes, but their greatest efforts were trifling compared to the ravages of disease and privation. In tlH 82nd twenty- two officers and 1,000 men died; but not- withstanding these fearful losses the regi- ment "carried on" with exemplary devo- tion, and among those who especially dis- tinguished themselves was a Lieutenant Talbot, an extraordinarily brave officer, who, with a few men, gallantly defended a position for hours against desperate attacks by thousands of blacks, and was killed just before the enemy withdrew with a loss of 1,000.
A WONDERFUL MINE. Situated in the beautiful Kaap Valley, in the Jamestown district of Barberton, Trans- vaal, there is a mine known by the name of Verdite. The name was given to it on ac- count of the peculiar greenstone found in the mine, which is unknown in any other part of the globe. Articles of jewellery and orna- ments are made of verdite, and it his been called the lucky greenstone of South Africa. This greenstone is a silicate of magnesia, or talc, coloured green by nature in the course of its formation. Other silicates of mag- nesia may be mentioned here: peridote, ser- pentine, meerschaum, and statite. The mine, or, rather, hill, consists of three varieties of talc: green, white, and black. But a peculiar fact is that in the black talc there is present pure gold. Some of the finest specimens of gold-bearing rock have been found at this mine. Everyone knows that gold is found in quartz pyrites, or even in sea-water, but scarcely ever has it been mentioned in books that gold exists in talc. When the verdite rock has gone through the ordinary process of crushing and the gold has been extracted, the waste (or what ie called the slimes from a gold-mine) is used in the manufacture of soap, grease, paint, paper, toilet-powders, gas-jets, electric insulators, crayons, and many other articles of everyday use. In fact, one might say that everything got from this mine can be used for some com- I mercial purpose.
-.————— I HEARD THREE MILES OFF. I At dusk, in the wilds of the gloomv Brazilian forests, it is strange to hear the clink of a hammer on an anvil. You might imagine that you were approaching some settlement, and the picture of the ruddv glow of the forge might come up before your eyes. But if your guide were a native he would tell you that the sound was made by a campanero, as it is called, although to foreigners it is known as the anvil bird. This bird is a little larger than a thrush. The plumage is perfectly white; the eyes are of a pale grey colour, and the naked throat and skin round the eyes are of a fine bright green. It is generally in the early part of the day that the campanero sends forth the wonderful note, which will often travel quite three miles. Marvellous, indeed, must be the mechanism of the vocal organs of so small a bird to produce such a far-reaching note; but there is no doubt of the fact. for many travellers have been able to testify to the immense distances over which the anvil I note can be heard.
I LIKELY TO VARY. I Clocks are regarded all curiosities bv some I of the natives of India, and for this reason half a dozen or more timepieces are often found in the apartments of the wealthier Hindoos. They are not used as timepieces, but simply for ornament, since the old- fashioned way of telling the hour of the day in India, by calculating the number of bamboo lengths the sun has travelled above the horizon, is entirely satisfactory to the natives. In the country police stations in India, where the European division of the hours is observed, time is measured by placing in a tub of water a copper pot in which a small hole has been bored. It is supposed that it will take one hour for the water to leak into the pot so as to fill it and sink it. When the policeman sees that the pot has disappeared, he strikes the hour on a bell-like gong. If he is smoking or dozing, the copper pot may have disappeared several minutes before he discovers the fact; but the hour is .when he strikes the gong.
Lord Robert Cecil says that the last re- port from the United States' representative at Sofia shows considerable improvement in the condition of the British prisoners of war at Philippopolis, and he hopes that the improvements would continue. William Albert Ward, a special constable, was at Hull fined £ 10 for making false statements and creating alarm. It was stated that he ordered lights out, and said Zeppelins were at a certain place.
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—— — SERBIAN RELIGIOUS FETE. I A Serbian religious and military fete held at Corfu, which was attended by military and civilian representatives of all the Allies.
A GUN POSITION. The position of the Allies' forces at Salonica has been very strongly fortified. In the picture soldiers are seen disguising a gun position in the British lines by covering it with earth. [Official photograph issued by the Press Bureau. ]
AN OBSERVATION BALLOON. "r" .U!JI8JII!5I!![" -Lc.=-t.I:I Invaluable observation work is being done at the Front by captive balloons. The photograph shows one of these gasbags" (British) being inflated behind the lines in France.
A GIRL OF THE PERIOD. The modern girl finds skirts cumbersome when it comes to riding I motor-cycles. The girl in the picture has discarded them and is wearing a smart and business-like costume. The cigarette gives the finishing touch to her up-to-dateness.
I UNTAXED PEOPLE. I The inhabitants of Lundy number about thirty to forty, and lead an uneventful life. They pay no rates or taxes, are attached to no parish or union, and have no poor. The island has a romantic and lawless history, and was once considered an excellent har- bour of refuge for murderers. Bardsev Island, situated in the Irish Sea off the county of Carnarvon, is another spot where the tax collector is unknown. There arc about eixty people on the island, who elect their oWji king. The inhabitants are mostly engaged in fishing and farming. The island got its name frc-m the tradition that it was the last retreat of the Welsh bard.s. In ancient times it had a great reputation for sanctity, and to be buried in its 6oil was an honour much to be desired. It is believed that over 50,000 "saints" gained this privi- lege.
I The fine for striking matches in the street nt night has been raised to half a crown in Norwich. The British seamen taken prisoners by the German raider Moewe have been in- terned at Hamelin. Councillor W. W. Mitchell, Mavor of Arundel, has died in his forty-first year. His grandfather, who was iravor 6i-K times, also died when in office. A Mrs. Carter, of Conpletcn, Cheshire, was killed and her husband and child were j badly hurt in a side-car collision with a char-a-oanc at Handforth.
ECONOMISING ENERGY. When a luggage train starts much noise is caused by the clanking of the coupling chains and by the jerks which are absent in the case of a passenger train.- This is the result of the loose coupling, which is pur- posely designed to effect a great economy in the energy put forth by the engine. Soma luggage trains are so long, and when loaded so heavy, that very few engines would be. able to start the whole mass with the initial effort. At starting, however, the engine- has only to move itself. It travels a few inches and attains a certain momentum before the coupling with the first truck tightens up and the truck is started. The momentum they obtain in the next few inches helps to start the next truck, and so on to the end.
The New York National Guard began its campaign to obtain 3,000 recruits in thirty days by firing twenty-cue rounds from 3-inch guns during the luncheon hour, startling the inhabitants of the city con- siderably. Six of the best of the old London County Council steamers, which in happier davs plied on the Thames between Greenwich, Battersea, and Kew, are now justifying their existence by doing transport work on the Tigris. It has just come to light through an official "order of censure" published in Vienna that the Easter gifts sent bv the Emperor Francis Joseph to the men on the Italian front were all confiscated by Á.1Ui- tri&n Qffiom