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0  j ? 41? Rights Reserved.) I ??  TC? T GORiNG'S GIRL I i BY | MY w VNE, I ./1 Anthor of Henry of Navarre," &c. lil  i SYNOP. I On his dMi'Jvtied. Reginald Goring, a wealthy man, tell-- his nurse Imt he lias bLèn sec etly jiarried, and that he ha5* a daughter to whom he has left eveiything. Nurse Janet, who is really a )!r. Keuvon, an adventuress, t'-ils Stuart Goring, the dpad man's brother, of this, aud persuades him to many her, de-tioy the will, and inherit all his brother's rioues. Stuart Goring', aa-eak man, agrees, but two years later he is fatally ijiju: e i in a motor accident. Before he dies, he con- fesses to Midue1. Heatheote, a brilliant young lawver, the true gtory of the will, and tells of she existence of a duplicate Will, which, he says, is in a sealed packet, kept by Reginald Goring's daughter, who lives at Uorkesbury, in Sussex, and is known as Rachel Brentley. He begs Heatheote to find tne girl, and establish her claim. Mrs. Goring, hiding behind a curtain, hears this, and determines to obtain this second will and destroy all traces of the girl's claim. After the funeral, Michael Heathcote goes to Barkesbnry and finds that liachelis a beautiful young girl. He asks her about the sealed packet, but is told that it has been Stolen, along with the jewel-case in which it was kept, about eighteen months before. She also says that a lady has been inquiring after it. Michael finds that this lady was Mrø. Goring. He goes to Scotland Yard and engages Detective Tom Jackson to help him tJ discover the thief of the jewel-case. Jackson goes to Barkesbury and lives at "The Anchor" Inn. Michael is speaking to him one morning, when suddenly he notices Lionel Kenyon, Mrs. Goring's son. His presence in Barkes- bury can only be put down to onefael,-thglt he also is hunting for the missing will. Michael finds that Kenyon is pretending to be an artist, and has v: sited Littleholme, Rachael's house, under the pre- text of painting a picture of it. Rachel fears Kenyon, who has questioned her about the burglary. Jackson, the detec- tive, is convinced that if he can find Ellen Price, who was ser- vant. at Littleholme at the time of the theft, he will be able to get valuable information. But the girl has disappeared, and the detective goes to London to trace her. Heatheote, left to himself, is going to visit Rachel one day, when he hears a splash ia the river, and a cry for help. CHAPTER VI. (Continued). I A RESCUB. I Beneath him the river flowed on peace- fully, and undisturbed save for a small spot in mid-stream where eddies played and bubbles rose in rapid succession round a miniature whirlpool. Someone had fallen in. That was enough for the man on the bank. Flinging off his coat he had sprung down into the water even as a dark head rose a dozen or more yards away, drifting helplessly onward, with no repetition of that gasping cry which had disturbed a summer reverie. Heathcote struck out boldly. He was a strong swimmer and his nerve was steady, his glance comprehensive of the situation. In the lower stream near the old mill he had heard of dangerous currents and a certain ill-omened whirlpool. That drifting figure must be reached before it was caughtjn those treacherous waters and carried to de- struction. It was likely to be a. race in which the winner was only too doubtful; but that tree would help him-the half- uprooted ash whose branches dipped down into the stream. The figure was drifting straight towards it. Even a momentary check would suffioe to give him his opportunity. Ah, good! it was checked, though the current, growing swifter even here, battled with its prey. Another stroke, another, an arm flung out straight and true to its mark, and then a moment of struggle in which it seemed, more than once, that the scarcely rescued prize must be torn from his grasp or the two of them borne away to death by those treacherous waters. Panting, dizzy, with racked sinews and gasping breath drawn in sharp stabs of pain, Heatheote managed at last to fling his right arm round the trunk of the overhang- ing tree and drag himself and his burden up nearer to the bank. Beating the water with his feet, he slipped, dragged, half- swum along, sometimes hopeful, sometimes despairing of his goal, till at length, with one mighty effort, he launched himself for- ward and sank down unconscious beside his insensible companion on the mossy bank. Voices were raised in eager ejaculations of wonder and surprise when Heathcote next opened his eyes. Yet at first, he could dis- tinguish no word of what was spoken, for above all and through every other sound rose the mighty roar of a raging storm in his head, thunder of pulses ca-using vague perplexity and aching pain. What had happened? Where was net How- A glass was placed to his lips. He drank automatically, and the fiery spirit coursing through chilled veins brought clearer vision, scattering the blurred mists which had gathered about his senses. He sat up, becoming aware of a group of villagers, labourers, and farm hands from the fields near, who stood staring down at him in bucolic amazement. By hie side knelt a young man in a serge suit, with a pleasant face and keen eyes. He held the empty glass in his hand, whilst the fingers of the other pressed Heat-hoote's wrist. "The man? muttered Heatheote, trying to rise in spite of the dizzy faintness which threatened again to overcome him. The doctor nodded. "They have carried him across to his cot- tage. I must go to -see him. You are better." "Yes, thanks very much. I—I am per. fectly all right now." To prove it he staggered to his feet, glad enough the moment after to sink once more back on to the bank, with the support of a ruddy-faced labourer's arm about him. The doctor had hurried off. "Sit still, sir," urged the man beside him. "You'll feel a bit queer for a time, though. Bakes a mossy, you don't look like poor Nick did." Nick? "It was Nicholas Fleming you had in your arms, sir," interposed a youth. "Us reckons you'd saved un from drowning." H I heard the cry from the bank," replied Heathcote, passing his hand slowly across his forehead. "It was God's providence we were not both drowned." "That's so," chirped a third onlooker. "Once past the old ash tree an' the cur- rent wud ha' swept you both along into the mill stream where poor young Hunt were drowned last vear." "The ash Iree." whispered Heatheote, half to himself. "Ah, I remember." And he shuddered at tho memory of that cruel struggle. "If you 11 take advice, mister," said his ruddy-faced friend, "you'd just be gettin' back home an' out of they wet things. There'll be a tale of rheumatics for you, let alone wusser if you don't nip in atween the blankets pretty soon." "An' I'll just go an' see how Nick's a- getting on," suggested another. "Poor Mary Ili have had a turn, that's sure." Accompanied by one or two of the vil- lagers Heathcote walked back to the Anchor; slowly at first, then at a brisker pace as the dizziness left him and chilled Mood circulated anew in the warmth of the sun and quickened movement. "I shall be glad to know how the poor fellow is, he said to his new friends on parting. Did you say his name was Nicholas Fleming?" "Aye, aye, mister—Nick Fleming. He lives up near the farm not far from Little- holme. Used to be gardener there afore he took to workin' on the milk round. His wife 'II be in a rare takin' about 'im, though they do say he's none the best o' husbands." l, I hope he'll be no worse for his ducking than I am likely to be;" smiled Heatheote, nodding a brief farewell as he turned to- wards the inn door. CHAPTER Vn. I NICK FLEMING OWNS UP. I A ehort note from Detective Jackson the next day brought the irritating news that Ellen Price, evidently hearing that inquiries were afoot for her, had taken herself off out of London, whither she was being speedily followed by her pursuer, who wrote cheer- fully of an early denouement and success. Michael would have lost ao time in carry- ing the news to Littleholme had not a mes- sage been brought by a grubby-faced urchin that Nick Fleming wanted to see "the gentleman at once. Heathcote went out to view the memenger in person. "Do you come from your father?" he asked. "Is he any worse for yestoerday's adventure? The boy grinned shyly. "No, sir," he re- plied, "Nick ain't me father, but mother sent me over, cos Mrs. Fleming's her neebor, an' does washin' to 'blige mother at times, an she says as how her 'usband's took for death wi' his spin-t hurted in the water, an' Dr. Philips be eomin' with another man to operate on lnm to-day, an' Mrs. Fleming's carryin' on orful, an' Nick says as how he must see you afore they starts cuttin' him about. "He is conscious then." The lad stared. Conscious?" he echoed. nI mean he can talk sensibly and under- stand what is going on?" "Oh, aye. Nick's talkin'-an' hollerin', too. Mother gived me an 'a'penny to come quick." Heatheote took the hint. "I will come at once," he said stepping cut into the road. Absorbed as he was in Jackson's news and his own business, he must spare these few minutes to listen to the gratitude of a sick and possibly dying man. Billy, the boy, trudged on sturdily, chat- ting away with a freedom not often found in country children. Heathcote learned that Nick was the son of the village blacksmith and had at one time been looked on as a bit of a ne'er-do-well. But since he had mar- ried Nan Hustler, nearly a year ago, things had changed and he had settled down into a steadier way of living. "That's Nick's missis," explained the boy, jerking his thumb towards a tiny oot- tage, at the door of which a woman stood, looking down the lane eagerly in their direc- tion. A pretty, girlish creature she was, clasp- ing a tiny bundle in her arms, whilst traces of tears lay unmistakably on her cheeks. "Thank you for comin', sir," she faltered as Billy ran on to claim his reward. "My man's anxious to see you afore the doctors come. There's somethink on 'is mind which seems torturing him dreadful. You'll excuse an untidy place, but what with Nick's acci- dent an' baby bcin' upset and poorly I haven't had a minute." Heathcote spoke a few words of kindly sympathy and strode forward. The situa- tion struck him as somewhat incongruous. Surely the village padre was the man for suoh a case, not himself, yet he could not refuse to go in, and so stood presently look- ing down at the man whose face appeared drawn and pinched, with dark eyes burning in a restless fever, and dark hair straggling over his clammy brow. "The gentleman stayin' at the Anchor Inn told me true," whisjjered the sick man, mov- ing his head slowly from side to side. "Sit down, sir—Nan's not there, is she?" "No, I came in alone. Your wife is in the garden." "Shut the door, then. I'll not let her hear. They say I may die to-day." "You shouldn't look at the black side," paid Heatheote, kindly. "If your case were hopeless the doctors would not operate." "I don't want to die," groaned Nick, "I'm afraid. An' there's Nan, too, bless 'er. If only I'd known Nan then I wouldn't a-done it. But I can't risk dyin' an' it not told." The speech sounded incoherent enough, but Heathcote waited, expecting elucidation. It came haltingly. "It was two years ago I knew Ellen," he said, "but she was a bad girl-a bad girl." "Ellen? What roused a sudden interest in the listener's heart? Ellen was a common enough name, yet he put a question sharply. "Ellen Price?" A flicker of surprise shone in Fleming's eves. I | Aye," he muttered, "Ellen Price, curse her "She was servant to Miss Brentley?" "An' I was gardener. We kept comply then. But Ellen-why, she was a bad girl." Heathcote leant forward, speaking very slowly and deliberately.. "It was she who tempted you to steal Miss Brentley's jewel-box from her bed- room ? Again that spasm of fear. "How did you know, sir? How did you know?" "Never mind. I do know. But tell me everything and you may have it in your power to make full reparation." "I'd left Miss Brentley a six months. Jones had just took me on here on the milk round. But Ellen weren't satisfied. She wanted to cut a splash, so she said. It was her told me about the jewel-case. I—I'd not been too partikler before in just takin' of little things, but I didn't fancy this idea at first. It was Ellen who threatened to give me the chuck if I didn't do as she asked. I used t' drink in them days. I dessay I'd been drinkin' when I promised. Anyway, I did it. I got the ladder out o' the shed at the back, an' went straight in. Miss Rachel was sleepin' with her window open. That made it easy. I collered the box an' came down with it. It was as easy as winkin. Heathcote's face was set in a grim mask, but his heart beat quickly with excitement. How curiously the links of fate were woven to bring him to hear this strange confession from a man whom Detective Jackson with all his shrewdness had never troubled to suspect. But he was only on the brink of knowledge-and the sick man's voice already wearied—a film was creeping over the fever-bright eyes. "And what did you do with the box?" he asked impressively, "tell me that quickly. What did you do with the box?" "The box?" echoed Fleming. "What box? He looked anxiously towards the door as he spoke, his thoughts straying away to what lay before him with the coming of the doctors. "The jewel-box. Miss Brentley's jewel- box that you stole. The plain words had their desired effect. A quiver ran through the helpless frame. "The jewel-box? Why why Ellen got frightened then. That, was where we quarrelled. Thank God we quarrelled. She wouldn't have anything to do with it at first, she was afraid of the p'lice. After. wards we took the box up to town. She had a friend who told her of a place where she could sell such things. We took an' sold it then an' there, jew'ls an' all, and Ellen took half the money. I b'lieve she expected all, an' that finished things. I ain't never seen her agin. Three months later I took on with Nan-my Nan-bless 'er." He spoke feebly, his heavy lids drooping over his eyes, as if too weary even to express contrition for that past which had so haunted him. But Heathcote could not remain content with this easing of a man's conscience. There was more which must be told before the doctors came. "Tell me the name of the man to whom you took the box," he said. "The name and address. Do you hear? The name and address of the man to whom you took Miss Brentley's jewel-case? Only tell me that, and the past shall be buried as you have been trying so vainly to bury it all these months." "The name and address," muttered Fleming, drowsily. "The name the same "Of the man who bought Miss Brentley's jewel-box. Quickly now, quickly." "I don't remember rightly. But Nellie "ud know Nellie 'ud know." "You must tell me. Tell me at onoe." A deep sigh broke from the parched lips, but the insistence in Heathoote's voice had teached and arrested those failing senses. Already the feeble brain was working again as the two men's eyes met—Fleming's vague and fearful; Heathoote's dominating and eager. 11 "Down Hoxton way," came the halting words. "Annie no AI Ivy Yes Ivy Court, near Nile Street a Jew-yes, if was a Jew—an' his eyes were cunning enough. He knew all about it, I lay-and that's why he cheated us. His name, did vou say? I remember that, 'cos Nellie laughed at it. Sal Sally Salmon-Reuben Salmon. I'd a-liked to've wrung his ugly neck, but Ellen joked 'im. To think she could! But she was a bad girl. Not like my Nan." The cottage door opened softly, and the young wife looked in, then came quickly to the bedside. "You're tired, Nick." she said, bending over him, her baby still clasped in her arms. "Dr. Philips said a? you mustn't get ex- j cited. There, dear, you've told the gentle- time man how grateful you are now, M* it'gs entl- to rest." He looked up vacantly. "Rest?" he echoed. kve. come ti)' rest, 'long o' me, Nan. Put your face close to mine-an' the child, God bless her. She's got your face, too. Nan. Did you say the doctor wasn't comin' after all?" "They won't be here yet," she replied soothingly. "It's early yet. You'll rest afore they come." She glanced wistfully towards Heatheote. "You'll be goin', sir'? she pleaded. "He oughter rect. But we'll be glad to see you any other time, an' thank you more proper- like. I'm too dazv to know how I'm talkin' to-day." "I do not want any thanks, Mrs. Fleming," Heathcote replied gently. "Y our husband has more than repaid me. But I shall call to-morrow to hear how he is." "He'll be doin' nicely by then," said the poor soul, with a conviction which forced itself into the words which strove vainly against inner fears. ag "He'll be better then, an' thank you, sir. God bless vou, sir." There were tears in the eyes she raised to his, and he saw the brave lips quiver piteously. It seemed that sho. dreaded the coming of the doctor far more than her husband. Yet she came to the door to see Heathcote off. "You're the gentleman as visits at Little- holme," she said, as she followed down the path. "Nick an' I have seen you go past; I but Nick don't often go that way though I can't say why he don't seem to like Miss Brentley-such a pretty, kind ladv, an', I'm sure, a good mistress in her time to my Nick. It was the old gentleman as gave Nick the shunt-so Nick's told me times and times. Heatheote acquiesced absently; but lie re- membered the words as, leaving the little cottage behind him, he struck across a woodland path towards Littleholme. So old Mr. Goring had given notice to the man wliit afterwards had, unwittingly, robbed liL* daughter of her birthright. How strangely things had worked out, and on what small happenings great issues hung! But it was no moment for moralising just then, since he held at this instant the know- ledge which Tom Jackson and Lionel Kenyon were seeking in vain. But what was to follow? Would it be possible, after nearly two years, to trace the fate of that little box on which all hopes of establishing Rachel Brentley's claims hung? He smiled and sighed in a breath, deter- mining to lose no time in proving the truth of Nicholas Fleming's confession. Should he tell Rachel now-or wait till after his visit to town? Even as he paused, hesitating as to which he should do, Rachel herself solved the question by appearing suddenly round a bend of the path and ad- vancing with outstretched hand and a smile of welcome on her lips. "I am so glad to see you!" she cried gaily. "I was walking towards Barkesbury in the hopes of meeting you. Tell me, i. there any news? She paused abruptly with the last words. "But, yes," she added, "I see there is. And good news? Tell me-tell me." And she lifted an eager face to his. breathless for the answer which he must necessarily give her now. CHAPTER VIII. I AN UNSEEN LISTENER. I Yes," said Heathcote, retaining the hand Rachel held out to him, "1 have news. "From Mr. Jackson? He has found Ellen Price? And she—no, but I hardly can believe she had anything to do with it." "I fear you were deceived in the girl. She was unworthy of your trust." "Then she has been found?" "No, but I have the story of the robbery from the chief actor in it." The girl's eyes dilated. "You mean-It "That chance—or Providence—has given me the clue. It only remains for me to dis- cover what befell the box when it passed from the burglar's hands into those of Mr. Reuben Salmon." "Reuben Salmon! I never heard the name. "Nor I, till an hour since." "And now you are puzzling me with in- quiries. Do tell me all—everything. Oh! I wonder if it really will be found?" She glanced round as she spoke, seating herself on a fallen log which lay back amidst the undergrowth skirting the path, and beckoned him beside her. At that moment Heathcote forgot a pr1 vious desire for haste on his mission, but accepted a present wholly desirable and en- chanting. So he told the story of Nicholas Fleming, simply, directly, whilst watching the rapidly changing expressions on the lovely face of his companion. Insensibly she was beginning to lose some of that self-reliant womanhood which cir- cumstances had thrust on her young shoul- ders, and a more girlish look of trust and confidence shone in the clear grey eyes which she raised to meet the keen glance of the man beside her. Acquaintances had often been heard to compare Michael Heathcote's eyes to flint stones, or blue steel, penetrating, hard and cold. They would have scarcely endorsed their own opinion had they seen them now. Blue fires rather, to burn down into a girl's heart and warm it to a new sense of life which she could scarcely understand. Only she knew she was happy, and told herself it was because of Michael's success. Success? Was it that indeed, and not— not-- The blood rose to her cheeks in a sudden wave of soft crimsoning colour. Her heart beat fast. What was this that he was saying? Certainly something he had never in- tended to say at that moment. But impulse is a wayward tyrant, and some subtle, in- definable feeling had brought the words to his lips almost before he himself realised what he was doing. Rachel!" Only her name, and the grasp of his strong fingers on hers which yielded so readily to their master. Yet he could never unsay those brief syllables, never withdraw that instinctive touch, for their eyes had met, with swift betrayal to both, and after that they were perfectly content to share the secret each found so sweet. But business is business, even in the midst of golden dreams, and time was pre- cious, with the knowledge of Lionel IEen- yon's watchful shadow ever hovering be- tween them. "I must catch the 12.15 train to town," Heathcote said, pulling out his watch. "May I wire you the train I mean to come down by ?" She nodded. "If it is not very late I shall come to meet you. 1 "-sbe smiled shyly—"shall be so anxious to know if you have been suc- cessful. "One cannot tell. I am optimistic my- self. The case may have been thrown aside in some lumber-room—or it may have been broken up and burnt." "I do not think it will have been broken up," replied Rachel, "for in doing so they would have found the seciet drawer, and probably guessed the value of the paper to someone, and traded on the knowledge. I wish I were coming up, too." No, no," said Heathcote, decisively. "Hoxton is not the sort of place for a lady to start exploring. You can trust me that if the jewel-case is still in existence I shall find it, however far I have to search for it." He held both her hands, smiling at her as he repeated his question. "You can trust me with the task? "Trust you!" she cried, with a glad little laugh of utter content. "Always, always. Why, do you know, last night I was wondering whatever I should hare done if you had—had not come into my life, and what I should do when you went out of it again. "And that," replied Heatheote tenderly, "shall not be now till death us do part." She shivered a little at that. "Don't talk of death." she implored. "It is so far away —must be so far away—when we find life so good and full of happiness. Oh, Michael, I cannot believe that happiness yet! But all the time you are away I shall be teach- ing myself by saying 'He loves me-he ioves me. He stooped forward to kiss her smiling lipe, and so absorbed were they in their paradise that they never dreamt of the ser- pent which usually makes a habit of haunt- ing such places. Yet it was there, yonder by the clump of wild rhododendrons, ablaze in their glory of palest mauve. A substantial enough reptile. in a grey flannel suit, with dark eyes, 6leek black hair and moustache. (To be Continued.) .ž,
IQUEER PHYSIOLOGICAL FACTS.…
QUEER PHYSIOLOGICAL FACTS. When our "hair stands on end," our "fie.h creeps," or we get "goose flesh," the muscles which are situated under the skin contract and cause the tiny blood vessels or c:ip?Iaries to contract and drive the blood out. Naturally the skin becomes white. It is then that we are" ghastly with fright" and "white to the lips." As the blood vessels and muscles contract so the skin tightens, pulling the hairs which cover the skin up straight. That is exactly what hap- pens to the hair of the head when it "stands on end." It might even be called goose flesh of the head." We have to go very far back in evolution in order to explain dreams common to nearly all of us. Many of us are familiar with the "falling through space" dreams. Our ancestors, who lived in tall trees, which often hung over precipices, deep lakes and rivers, were in constant fear of falling. Many did fall. Sometimes they were killed. Sometimes they managed to save themselves by clutching at branches, or their fall was broken by something soft. Naturally the falls gave our ancestors great mental shocks. These shocks effected a change in the cells of the brain. These changes were transmitted to their children throughout the ages, so that many of us have stamped on our brain things which happened to our remote ancestors.
DREADED BY SCULPTORS. i
DREADED BY SCULPTORS. i Jack Frost, although he traces dainty pic- tures on our windows, is not exactly a friend to art. In fact, he is the sculptor's deadly foe. Many times has a sculptor j spent weeks, nay months, in embodying some great idea in clay, only to find on visiting his studio one wintry morning that the frost has utterly ruined his work. It takes about a ton of clay to make a statue of seven feet or so in height; and, of course, a, considerable amount of water is required to render the clay plastic. If the water should freeze, the tenacity of the clay, of course, decreases, and it may easily fall to pieces. In frosty weather, therefore, sculp- tors who are engaged on clay models have an anxious time, for even if the whole statue does not crumble, it is no uncommon thing for an ear, a nose, or a hand to drop off- frost bitten. A famous sculptor tells how he once narrowly escaped losing the result of six months' work. On visiting his studio one morning, he found a large clay model he had wrought glazed with ice. Hur- riedly he built up a roaring fire and then sprayed the statue with water, but he was only just in time to prevent it from col- lapsing.
SUNDAY AND WAR. I
SUNDAY AND WAR. I It is remarkable how many important military events have taken place on a Sun- day. It was on a Sunday that the Germans made their hottest attack on our positions on the Aisne. Montenegro, Italy, and Rumania all declared war-on a Sunday. The majority of the Zeppelin raids on this coun- try were carried out on a Sunday morning. The forts of Tsingtau fell to the Japanese on a Sunday. It was also on a Sunday that the German cruiser Bliicher was sunk in the North Sea by a British squadron. If we look back at history we find numerous in- stances of important military feats having been performed on a Sunday. To recaji but a few: The battles of Salamanca, Vimiera, Fuentes d'Onora, Orthez, Toulouse, and Vittoria were all fought on a Sunday.
BIRDS GOOD A:) igIMICS. I
BIRDS GOOD A:) igIMICS. I Birds, from the ostrich down, are imita. tive. The ostrich, where he lives alone, is silent, but in a country where lions abound he roars. The reason for this is, one is re- minded, that, admiring the lion's roar, he gradually learned to roar himself. Among small birds, buntings imitate pipits, and greenfinches imitate yellowhammers. They seek their food in the winter together, and they gradually steal each other's calls. The jay is an insatiable imitator. Some jays will include in their repertory not only the cries or songs of other birds, but also the bleat of the lamb and the neigh of a horse. Even the nightingale imitates. In a night- ingale's song it is sometimes quite easy to detect phrases he has borrowed from other birds.
CUSTOMS OF THE COMMONS.I
CUSTOMS OF THE COMMONS. I There is no other building in the United Kingdom where the daily customs observed are so full of interest as in the House of Commons. Many people who sit in the gal- lery fail to see in the various forms links which bind us to events of centuries ago. But if the visitor is willing to find out the significance of what he sees, he will enter into a world of inexhaustible romance. If, for instance, he is present on the first day of a new Session, he will notice that, before the clerk at the table reads out the business printed on the order paper, he calls out "Outlawry Bill," which is thereupon con- sidered to have been read a first time, and the House passes on to its appropriate busi- ness. It is the symbol which marks the vic- tory of Parliament long years ago in its claim to consider whatever business it likes without interference by the Crown. So, in the first day of every Session, before Parlia- ment proceeds to consider the business for which it has been called together, it turns aside to give a first reading to the Outlawry Bill. The same curious rite takes place in the House of Lords at the beginning of each Session, but in this case the Bill which is read a first time is called "Select Vestries, and it is considered immediately after the King's Speech has been read. No one knows what the Outlawry Bill or the Select Vestries Bill is, but they stani for the supremacy of Parliament.
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The British steamer Master (373 tons) is reported to have sunk after collision. Four men were drowned. The Council of Armstrong College, New- castle, have entered upon a new departure in appointing Miss E. F. Stevenson, a sister of Mrs. Walter Runciman, as a lady pro- fessor, with the title of Deputy-Professor of Economics.
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I CLUB WINDOW. The Tsar is much more robust than most people believe. He pulls a good oar, gwiins -,v(,Il is an expert horseman, and can play a fair game of lawn tennis. As a walker, also, he p<=c.:ses surprising powers of endurance. • Bishop Russell Wakefield, of Birmingham, has a ring with a, curious history. It is a j re minder of the war, and of the wanton de- struction of the beautiful Cathedral of Reims. He was allowed to vicit the cathe- dral shortly after a bombardment. Coloured glass from the famous windows and broken fragments of the richly ornate stonework lay among the debris. The Bishop picked up some scraps of stained glass, of pure ruby and sapphire colour, and he has had small portions mounted in a new episcopal finger- ring'. He regards it as one of his most in- teroiting souvenirs. In Mr. A. H. Engelbach's amusing book, "Anecdotes of Bench and Bar," there is the following amusing story: "At Worcester Assizes," writes Mr. Engelbach, "a case was tried about the soundness of a horse in which a clergyman, not well versed in sport- ing matters, appeared as a witness. He was confused in giving his evidence, and a furious and blustering barrister who examined him was at last tempted to ex- claim, Pray, sir, do you know the differ- ence between a horse and a cow?' 'I ac- knowledge my ignorance,' replied the clergyman. I hardly know the difference between a horse and a cow, or a bully and a bull, only a bull, I am told, has horns, and a bully' —bowing respectfully to the barrister—'luckily for me, has none.' Mr. G. N. Barnes, M.P., the Minister of Pensions, entered the House of Commons in 1906. He is quite a "self-made" man. Born at Lochee, near Dundee. where his father was employed in a jute mill, George Barnes made an early acquaintance with work. He became an engineer, came to London, and, after his work in the daytime, studied hard at night classes, winning several prizes and certificates. Step by etep he rose, till he became general secre-- tary to the rich and powerful Amalgamated Society of Engineers. • • • Mr. Harry Lauder tells a story about a friend of his who had an estate in Scotland which he was anxious to let for the season. One day, while strolling round the estate, he was mistaken for a gamekeeper by an Eng- lishman, who seemed a likely tenant. He resolved to keep up the delusion and to give the place a good character, so when the stranger asked if there were plenty of deer on it, he said: "Thousands, sir "Are t here many partridges and grouse?" was the next question. "Thousands, sir." "Welml now," said the Englishman, satirically, "are there many gorillas?" The proprietor was equal to the occasion. "Well, sir, they come like yourself, just now and then!" he replied. < » The most perfect recreation, according to Sir Thomas Lipton, is gardening. In his own garden he has a summer-house, built right up in a tree, with two ctairway-4 lead- ing to it-one for the use of his servants, and the other for the baironet and his friends » Sir Edward Carson tells a story concern- ing his son which shows how little respect "the young idea" has for parental honours. It wat> not long after Sir Edward had relin- quished the important post of Solicitor- General, and he was addressing an audience on the methods for examining the candidates for the Services. "I had a boy," said Sir Edward, "who went through that ordeal. I waited outside until it was over. When my son came out I asked what had been said to him. A lot of rot,' he replied. They asked me if my father was the Solicitor- General, and when I said that he was they wanted to know why I wasn't following in his footsteps. I replied that, perhaps, after I had failed at this job I would take it up. < Mr. Andrew Carnegie is credited with a funny story concerning two Scotchmen who, when staying at a third-rate hotel in Lon- don. discovered that the washstand in their bedroom was minus soap. After ringing the bell, an attendant appeared and asked their wishes. "Sen' up sape, lad; a wee bit sape, quick!" exclaimed one of the Caledonians. The attendant gazed open-mouthed at the two men, muttering, "They ain't Frenchiee, nor Eyctalians, nor yet Spanish. What can they want?" The Scot became angry. "Mon!" he thundered, "can ye no under- stand plain Scotch?" The attendant promptly withdrew and returned with a bottle and two glasses. < General Sir Hubert Gough tells a good atory of an Irish soldier he once decorated with the Royal Humane Society Meda!. With the decoration there also went a ) gratuity of £ 5. "Now, my men," said j Cough,addressing the parade, "I am very proud, to pin this medal on the breast of Patrick Flynn and lodge -65 to his credit in the bank as a reward for his great pluck." j Pat blushed, looked at his superior officer, and said, "If it's all the same to you, sir, I I'd rather you'd put the X5 note on me cheet- and lodge the medal in the bank." In his early callow days Lord Milner, j strange though it may sound now, had lean- ings towards Socialism, and even spoke oc- casionally at Socialist meetings. As a rule, however, his speech es did not evoke any great enthusiasm. His auditors made game of his "Oxford accent," and one one occa- sion somebody interjected, "Shut up, you ass! The insult stung the young man to the quick. He turned on the interrupter and lashed him verbally for two or three lurid minutes. Then, lifted for once clean out of himself, he made the speech of his life, rousing his audience to a perfect frenzy of enthusiasm. "I really think I could speak, don't you know," he remarked shortly afterwards to a friend, "if only I got some- body to hit me a punch in the eye each time before I started." Dr. Ingram, the Bishop of London, who is fond of a joke, delights in telling this story. I He was visiting a neighbouring city and was walking round the cathedral with the dean when the chimes in the tower began to ring. "Dean," said he, ecstatically, "how beautiful, how divinely sweet those chimes! They always set me dreaming of the—"—" "What do you say? interrupted the vener- able dean. "I say the chimeti are very, very beautiful." "What! yelled the dignified old dean. "The chimes—the chimes "Speak louder!" cried the dean; "I can't hear you for those confounded bells." » » A good Htory is told concerning Lord Hugh Cecil, who is a very serious politician, dour and persistent, and not usually given to repartee but he can rise to the occasion whe. necessary. The member for Oxford University is somewhat slim and by no means short. He was hammering away at an argument in a meeting where the whole of his auditors were not sympathetic with the speaker—no uncommon experience with Lord Hugh. "Go it, telescope," ejaculated a dissentient. "My friend is mistaken in applying the term to me," quietly retorted Lord Hugh. "He ought to claim it for him- self, for though he cannot draw me out, I can both see through him and shut him ur p. < When Sir Robert Baden-Powell. in his younger days, was Military Secretary at Malta, his flippancy must have been trying to his serious chief. On one occasion, at a Government House function, he was sent to ask a young lady to repeat a skirt dance which had met with much apjrreciation. The fair danseuse, who was somewhat affected, protested that she positively couldn't, and that if she did she would be completely "blown." B.-P. returned to the Governor- 100king rather sheepish, and hesi- tated as if there was something he did not like to say. "Well?" asked the great man. "She won't," replied the other. "Won't! Why?" "Don't know," replied B.-P. "but she said she'd be blowed if she did
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Capital cost of a Carnegie rural library to be established in Warwickshire is estimated at t3,4.50, and the annual maintenance at .£560
THINGS THOUGHTFUL I THINGS…
THINGS THOUGHTFUL I THINGS THOUGHTFUL f TOUR HEART- Your heart is the best and greatest gift of God to you; it is the highest, greatest, strangest, and noblest power of your nature; it forms your whole life. be it what it will; all evil and all good comes from it. Your heart alone has the key of life and death. I UNSTINTED LOVE. Whenever and wherever possible for you. £ ive love unstintedly. Lavish it on the young and on the old. It will bring wealth and love into your own life, causing it to overflow with happiness, for as we sow, we reap, and if we continually sow love we shall reap love and joy. Too often in the home life we are content to take one lllüther's love for granted. Let it not be so in the future. Let us love much and show forth our. love. In this way we can make our homes little Edens on earth.—Mary \>ates. I TWO CLASSES. ¡ The race is divided into two classes: those who go ahead and do something, and those I sit 6till and inquire "Why wasn't it dene the other way"-D. W. Holmes. I FOR OUR COUNTRY. When I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts de- part When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, eome fears unnamed I had, my Country—am I to be blamed? Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of thoBe unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee we who fiud Iu thee a bulwark for the cause of men And I by my affection was beguiled: What wonder if a poet now and then, Amoiig the many movements of his mind, Felt for thee as a IO\'d or a child! —Wordsworth. I PERSISTENCE. For most of us the chief temptation to lose heart, the chief demand upon. our strength, comes in the monotony of our failures, and in the tedious persistence of prosaic difficulties; it is the distance, not the pace, that tries us. To go on choosing what Las but a look of being the more excellent way, pushing on towards a faintly glimmer- ing light, and never doubting the supreme worth of goodness, even in its least brilliant fragments, this is the normal task of many lives, in this men show what they are like.- Bishop Paget. TO BE HAPPY. Do good with what thou hast, or it will do thee no good. If thou wouldst be happy, bring thy mind to thy condition, and have an indiferency for more than what is suffi. cient.-William Penn. A GOOD BOOK. To fall in love with a good book is one of he greatest events which can befall us. It is to have a new influence pouring it,If i:<to our life, a new teacher to inspire and refine us: a new friend to be at our side always, and who, when life grows narrow and weary, will take us into his wider, c'almer and higher world.—Henry Drum- mond LIVING AND DEAD. I saw askant the armies, I saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battleflags, Borne through the smoke of the battles and piere'd with missiles I saw them, And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody, And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs (and all in silence), And the staffs all splinter'd and broken. I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them, I 'saw the debris and ddbris of all the slain soldiers of the war, But I saw they were not as was thought. They themselves were fully at rest, they suffer'd not, The living Temain'd and suffer'd, the mother sujTtr'd. And the wife and the child and the musing comrade suffer'd, And the armies that remain'd suffer'd. —Walt Whitman. OBLIGATIONS OF BLESSINGS. In every duty, every happiness, God sends p" some sacrifice—some offering is required. It He trends riches, they are weighted with i csponsibaities; if He sends loving parents, lluy will need care and gratitude when the ri¡¡} of old age draws on; if He sends un- broken, unclouded days of happiness, there is the put oi sympathy for others not so blessed. But more, more than all, if He has given to a woraan the precious gift of a good man's love, it is a great responsibility to have another's happiness and welfare I) laced in your hands. There is need of sacrifice. A man's happiness, unlike a woman's, requires more than only love; his energies must be exerted, his time must be employed, his brain active, or his life will be thrown away.—Lady M. Majendie. STAND FAST. Our part is to hold our bit of ground, to "stand fast," and to see to it, by the help of God, that the whole kingdom is not en. dangered by breaches made in our position. -J. H. Jowett, D.D. FRENCH WIT. Gravity is a mystery of the body invented to conceal the defects of the mind. j Most men like plants, have hidden pro- 1)erties which chance brings to light. The only good copies are those which en- able us to see the laughableness of bad originals. We always love those who tdmire us; we do not always love those whom we admire. Absence lessens weak and increases violent passions, as wind extinguishes tapers and lights up a fire. It is only those who feel their own con- temptible character that are apprehensive of being despised.—La Rochcfoncauld. • HIGH ART. A great work of high art is a noble theme treated in a noble manner, awakening our best and most reverential feelings, touching our generosity, our tenderness, or disposing us generally to seriousness—a subject of human endurance, of human justice, of human aspiration and hope, depicted worthily by the special means Art has it in her power to use.G. F. Watts, R.A. WITH ONE EXCEPTION. Humanity may endure the loss of every- thing all its possessions may be torn away without infringing its true dignity-an but the possibility of improvement.—Fichte. LITTLE VIRTUES. Do not be troubled because vou have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted not with forests but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you needT not mourn because you are neither a hero nor a saint.—Henry Ward Beecher.
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Major (temp. Lieut.-Colonel) W. Denham Croft, Royal Scots, has been awarded a bar to the D.S.O. for the act of gallantry re- corded in the "London Gazette" of January 10, as the order had already been confirmed in the "Honours Gazette" of January 1. At Woolwich the proprietors of a local munition factory were fined X15 for employ- ing a female alien (a Norwegian), on muni- tion work. There were 1,300 barristers in the fighting: line, of whom 122 would never return, said the Attorney-General at the meeting of the General Council of the Bar.