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Price O n e P e n n y .

By A.


A Tale of a Vendetta.
Author of " The Singing Kettle," " Held as Hostages." " Up the Essequibo" etc., etc. CHAPTER II. FRANCIE S STORY.

" "1 iry home," said Franoie, " was in Sant' ill Agnese, a little fishing village on the north coast of Sicily. My people, the Cazale, were fishers. So were the Barbuzzi. There had been vendetta between the Cazale and the Barbuzzi for many generations. It was always there, though sometimes it might sleep for a long time. Then, behold! a sudden flare up of rage, and a Barbuzzi would drive his knife into a Cazale, or a Cazale would kill a Barbuzzi, and the vendetta was awake again. " In old times there had been many Cazale and many Barbuzzi. But, what with drownings at sea and bad fishing seasons when, there not being too much to eat, the fisher folk died easily of the fever; and what with the many killings of the Barbuzzi by the Cazale and of the Cazale by the Barbuzzi, there had come to be, in my time, on each side only one family of the name and blood. Of all the Barbuzzi, «nly five men were left —fierce old Giuseppe Barbuzzi and his four sons. And of us Cazale, only my father, my big brother and myself, who was but twelve years old—little more than a child. " Then one morning came a hot dispute over a catch of fish, which the old Barbuzzi and my father both claimed, and knives were drawn. The other fishermen separated them, but very bad names had been called and the blood of both was on fire. Nothing more happened then, for my father and brother had to go away to take their fish to market at distant Valefiori. It was ray birthday, and to make festa for me they took me with them. " We returned home late in the day. As one draws near Sant' Agnese, the road runs through a thick grove of trees. There the Barbuzzi were lying in wait for my father and brother. As we passed through, un­ suspecting, they sprang out upon us, all the five of them. " ' Run, child, run for your life!' my father ordered me.




H . R . H . Prince Albert Victor, the second son of the Kin?, having completed his course at the Royal Naval College at Dartmouth, is now at sea on the training ship Cumberland. The cruise will last six months and will include a visit to the West Indies.





and come out of a little taverna where I often go dine. Andj ecco ! I find myself face to face with Maso Barbuzzi ! " Maso does not know me—I was a little boy when he saw me last. I make pretence I know not him. I cross the street, hide in a doorway and watch. Maso waits leaning against a telegraph post. Very soon a tram-car stops there. A man jumps out. It is Barto Barbuzzi. That is enough for me. I know whom he seeks. " I wait until Barto and Maso go inside the taverna, then I slip away to the bank and draw out all my saved money. Then, I go very fast to the wharf and get on board the Sea Foam, our good cutter. I sew up all my money tight in the waterproof belt I wear under my shirt. I must go away from Northport never to come back. That is the one thought I can think, for my head goes round so, and my heart beats to make me sick. Glad am I that my mates come quick and we put out to sea. I work with them. I sit with them. I eat with them. And, all the time, I think what story I shall tell to make them put me ashore at some place on the coast, where I can find my way to another port, and ship on board a steamer that will carry me far away from this country and the Barbuzzi. " I dare not tell my mates the true story. They would not believe it. They are very good chaps, but they are of the colonial British—how could they understand Sici­ lian vengeance in a nature such as Barto Barbuzzi's ? They would say it is a maggot in my brain. They would laugh, they would make funny with me, if I told them that Barto had travelled the many thousands miles to kill me because my name was Cazale. Therefore, I do not tell them, but think, think all the time how I shall persuade them to put me ashore by and by. " Then comes the storm, and there is no further use for me to think and plan. All that can be done is to run before the wind for the nearest safe harbour, even were it Northport with Barto Barbuzzi lying there in wait for me. But the good God, who sent the wave to wash me overboard, and who brought me safe here into your kind care, has shown me a way how I may escape for always Barto's knife. Graciously listen, signor, and say that it is well. " My mates, who, without power to aid me, saw me swept overboard in the storm, will carry the tale to town that I am drowned. Very good! let that tale reach Barto Bar­ buzzi's ear, as he goes about among the fishermen, asking for me, and when he makes himself sure that I am dead, he will trouble himself no more to seek me. It may well be t'.iat then he will depart from this country, he and his brother, since my heart tells me that it is only his thirst for vengeance that has brought him from Sicily. Ah, signor, of your grace, say not that I live! Leave the Barbuzzi to believe me drowned! And in your'"great kindness let me stay hidden here, with you, on this lonely island, until they have departed, for ever, from this country. Then no longer will the fear of them trouble my heart, and I will live joyously as a free man in a free land should live." As may be imagined, I had listened with breathless attention to the foregoing story,

" I ran, as if I had wings, to Sant' Agnese and implored help. Many came running back with me, for the odds—five Barbuzzi against two Cazale—were cruel. But when we reached the place of the fighting, my father and brother were both dead. They were big and strong men, and very brave, and they fought so fiercely for their lives that, despite the odds, they had killed Giuseppe Barbuzzi, and given death-wounds to two of his sons. " We of our village were always used to settling our vendettas in our own way, and to keep the matter hidden, for we did not like the interference of the law. But, some­ how, the carbinieri came to hear of what had happened. Then they got hold of me and made me tell my story, and the two Barbuzzi who still lived were arrested—Bartolomeo, the eldest of the family, and Tommaso, the youngest. They were tried and put in prison for many years. They might have got more still, only, you see, it was a very old vendetta between the Cazale and the Bar­ buzzi. And, besides, my father and brother had managed to kill three Barbuzzi before they got killed themselves, and that made the fight seem not so unequal after all. " I was the chief witness against the Bar­ buzzi brothers, and it was well for me that they were shut up in prison for a time. True, Maso the younger, so strong but, o h ! so stupid, counted nothing without his brother, Barto, who always told him what to do. But that brother ! Ah, signors ! He was fiercer and stronger than Maso! In the fight he had lost all the fingers of his left hand, and he had sworn aloud over his father's and brother's dead bodies that he would kill me, child though I was, and so wipe all the Cazale off the face of the earth. He was put in gaol before be had the chance; but, because I had witnessed against him at the trial, he made a double-strong oath to kill me when he came out again. " I had lost my kind father and brother, and there was not, save myself, man, woman or child of my blood in the world. I was so all alone and sad! Then old Beppi and Angela Conti took me and befriended me, for which may the good God reward them in this life and after death! With them, I lived and grew to be a man, until the time drew near for the Barbuzzi to come out of prison. " Then old Beppi said, ' You are, to me and Angela, a son, Francesco. But what use to keep you by us to tend our old age ? We shall have you only to bury, once Barto Barbuzzi is free. For he will kill you as surely as the sun shines ! Have I not known the man from his babehood ! He has sworn to kill you, and he will be as one mad, having care and thought only for what leads to this end, until the deed is done. Now, this is what we, who love you, say:— Leave us and go far away ! Hide yourself among a strange people, in a very distant land, and, then, trust to the good God to keep Barto from finding you—for he will search far and wide for you. Alas, yes ! Nothing will tire or turn him, in his madness, from his evil purpose. He will not rest until you are dead or he.' " I knew that Beppi Conti spoke no more than truth. It made me very sorrowful to leave those good friends and go alone

to far strange lands. But there was no other way. I am not of the fighting kind like my father and brother—only for my country in battle would I fight, for I love not blood-shedding. I cared not for the wicked old vendetta. I had no wish to kill Barto Barbuzzi—rather would I have him to kill me. But I did not want him to kill me. I wanted to be let live and work in peace, to be glad for the sunshine and the laughter on God's good earth. Therefore, that I might not die before my time I left the dear place and people I had known all my life, and, working my way by land and sea, I at last reached this British country. I came here because I thought that here I should be better hidden than in America, since so many Sicilians go there to make their fortune. " I have been here two years and have learned the country's language and ways. I have worked at my calling of fisherman and have done well. I have been able to send money home secretly to Angela and Beppi Conti, and yet have had money for the Savings Bank—in this country it is easy for a man, who is steady and hard-working, to make money. My mates of the cutter— one of whom is its padrone, its master—have ever been my good friends. And I have found good friends elsewhere among the fishing boats, some of them Italians like myself. Oh yes, I have been very happy in this country, where never did I think Barto Barbuzzi would find me. Very happy —then two days ago, I am in Northport

In No. 26, dated March 29, will appear the opening chapter of a stirring New Serial Story of school life and adventure, entitled—

By F. H. BOLTON, Author of "In the Heart of the Silent Sea," etc.



and my father was scarcely less interested. In his youth, he had spent some years in the south of Italy, and he found the tale likely enough, while no one, seeing and hearing Francie tell it, could doubt its truth. By way of reassuring the little Italian, my father threw out a suggestion that the Bar­ buzzi brothers, by a curious coincidence, might have come to the colony merely as immigrants, and, very possibly, might have no knowledge that the man whom Barto had sworn to kill had come there before them. But Francie rejected the suggestion with many vehement shakes of his head. " They came here, knowing me here,



cesco," said Dad, smiling, " but we'll allow them to say the funeral oration, while you stay safe with us and await developments. If, after careful inquiry, we find that your enemies have settled down to stay in the colony, we shall ship you off to try your luck in America, or elsewhere, with the savings you have in your belt to give you a good start. If we find that the Barbuzzi have gone back to Sicily—which they are likely enough t o do if you are right in thinking it was only to tal.o vengeance on you that they came here—why, then, all is well. You will return to Northport, and explain everything to your friends, and find how glad they are to see you alive ano> thriving." •
(To be continued.)

Father agreed with him that this was not a case that could be met by an appeal for police protection. " I am afraid your story would sound, to colonial police ears, somewhat of a eock-andbull tale, Francesco," he said. " Even if they did move in the matter, it would serve no end save to reveal you to your enemies, for it would only be your word against that of the two brothers. The Barbuzzi, of couise, would disclaim any evil intentions towards you—and then take their first chance of secretly doing away with you and clearing out of the colony." " That is so, signor," assented Francie,

(Continued from p. 341.)

W E give below two more enigmas, which our readers may like to puzzle out. Theanswers will be given in a later issue.

I'm black or I'm white, I'm hollow and round, I'm good or I'm bad, in most houses I'm found. I'm rough and I'm smooth, and although I ' v e no feet, I'm obliged to move off when a lady I meet. When engaged in my duty it can't be denied That sometimes I'm straight, sometimes on one side; I'm oft full to the brim, yet you need have no fear, Should I chance to upset it is perfectly clear That nothing I spill, and I give you my word, In all climates I still in the draughts am preferred. And although I've no money 'tis plain to the view, I lack seldom a crown and often hold t w o ; I'm in all but three letters and used in each season, So pray puzzle me out mid this rhyming and reason.


" A n d , ecco.' I find m y s e l f face to face w i t h M a s o B a r b u z z i . "

(See p. 3 5 4 . )

because Barto wants to kill me," he declared with absolute conviction. " But it is hard to say how he learned I was in this country. The good old priest of our village, through whom I have twice sent news of myself and money to the Conti, who were my second parents, he would not betray me any more than old Beppi Conti himself. But Mother Angela, she is a very old woman and loves to talk. I am as her son, and it may be she has boasted of my prosperity t o other old women, and told more than she meant to. Oh, of course, she will have sworn her friends to secrecy, but, you know, signor •! " Francie's rueful laugh and shrug of the shoulders completed his sentence very fully. " Also, aman like Barto Barbuzzi, with a hate so big and a vow sworn, is cunning to find out secrets he wants to learn."

gravely nodding, "that is truly as you say." " N o , " continued my father thoughtfully, " on the whole, your own plan is the wisest under the circumstances—we must leave it to be inferred, for a time, that you are drowned. After all, it isn't as if you had near relatives and friends in the colony to be distressed by your supposed death." " Alas, no, signor," agreed Francie, with a half-laughing, half-sorrowful twist of his face. " There are few who have a thought to spare for Francesco Cazale. For one moment, perhaps, my mates will be sorry while they say, ' Pity that little Italian Frank has gone to feed the fishes— he wasn't such a bad sort.' My funeral oration thus said,—ecco J I am forgotten I " " Dick and I won't believe that, Fran­

I'm warm and I'm cold, I'm damp and I ' m dry, And I'm certain to fall whenever I'm high, I ne'er for a moment was known to be still, And always am busy in doing good and ill. I'm playing around you though I ne'er can be traced, And I'm frequently bitter although I've notaste. Whenever I rise with a violence affrighting, Y o u may know by my howl I'm inclined to be biting ; All the world over my vigils I keep, For although often lulled I'm never asleep.

I N the opinion of the ancients, he was the great man who scorned to shine, and who contested the frowns of fortune. They preferred the noble vessel too late for the tide, contending with winds and waves, dismantled and unrigged, to her companion borne into harbour with coloursflyingand guns firing. There is none of the social goods that may not be purchased too dear, and mere amiableness must not take rank with high aims and self-subsistency. (Emerson.)






R A T T Y :"

A T a l e o f -the T r a n s v a a l M o u n t e d

Author of " A Trooper of Constabulary," " Boer and Briton" " The Substitute" etc.


at the appointed h o u r the trooper stole in to rouse t h e corporal. "Ratty" was awake to full con­ sciousness almost bef o r e the man had crossed the threshold. " A l l right! " he whispered, springing to his feet. Through the darkness came the sound of the heavy breathing of the slumbering M'suti, sunk into the deep sleep of utter exhaustion. The close atmosphere of the tiny room was filled with the pungent odour of the native's body, so unpleasant to a white man's senses. Ratty spat disgustedly ; but remembering the service which the nigger had rendered, he stifled his annoyance, and leaving the sleeping man to his rest, slipped noiselessly into the outer room. As dawn approached, the Corporal roused his men one by one, and stationed them at their various posts. Each man clutched his loaded rifle and knelt watchfully at a loop-hole. The light of day crept in almost im­ perceptibly, showing up a quiet and peaceful landscape. Ratty paoed silently from one loop-hole to another, surveying the sur­ roundings on all sides. The calm silence of the morning made his caution appear almost ludicrous, and he was beginning to feel a sense of irritation, when some movement in the bushes that fringed the clearing in front of the buildings arrested his attention. Ratty's interest re-awakened to keenness. With vigilant eyes he scanned the distant undergrowth. And suddenly a dark head, crowned with a ridiculous head-dress of feathers, appeared at the side of a dense thorn-bush. Ratty held a high opinion as to the advantage of drawing first blood. He brought his rifle to bear, and taking careful aim, fired. A high-pitched scream cleft the air, reaching the ears of the constabulary men even above the roaring echoes which followed the discharge of the shot, and the feathery head-dress fell back out of sight. The result of Ratty's shot was instan­ taneous. A rolling yell went up from the edge of the clearing, and in every direction aative warriors could be seen springing forward to the attack. The greater number of these were spearmen, armed with the broad stabbing assegai and a sheaf of smaller throwing spears. They presented a fantastic spectacle as they sped to the attack. Upon their heads they wore nodding feathers, dyed to brilliant colours. Across their squat faces and their bare chests ran wide daubs of coloured clay, red and yellow. Suspended just below the knee each warrior wore a fringe of flowing hair, while about the waists many of them

carried a jingling belt of hollow ox-horns and teeth. As this motley crew burst from cover, and began to charge down upon the con­ stabulary buildings. Ratty spoke a swift order, in a low voice of stern determination. " Steady, men!" he commanded. " Pick your man, and make every shot tell. Now, let them have i t ! " Upon the word, the rifles began to ring out. The oncoming warriors, sweeping forward in close order, presented an easy target at such short range, and the little band of besieged troopers did great exe­ cution with their persistent firing. Man after man crashed to the ground, but the remainder, maddened with the lust of battle, still pressed forward with great eagerness. A distance of 150 yards, short enough under ordinary circumstances, becomes a serious consideration in the face of such a withering rifle fire as was poured from the constabulary quarters. The native warriors came on bravely, but as the leaders fell one by one, and still the relentless hail of lead continued, they began to falter. En­ couraged by this, the troopers redoubled their efforts, reloading their magazines with feverish haste, and firing steadily. The foremost of the charging natives reached a point within thirty or forty yards of the barracks, but the havoc wrought in their close ranks had had its effect. First one and then another of the blacks wheeled about, and sped for the cover of the pro­ tecting bush, and soon the whole force was in panic-stricken retreat. In their terror they closed in together,each bent on reaching the nearest point of safety. Their dense ranks were riddled by the troopers' rifle bullets, and the casualties among the retreating warriors were enormous. A t length, the last man dashed out of sight among the clustering thorn bushes, and Ratty and his men had an opportunity to relax their efforts, and take a survey of the position. The clearing around them was now dotted with the bodies of dead or dying savages, in some places lying in ones and twos, and in others piled into hideous heaps. It was a sickening sight, but the blood lust was running in the veins of the men, and they exulted over their success. " They haven't done with us yet," came Ratty's warning voice, and even as he spoke there came the sound of a volley, and the whistle and hum of flying bullets could be heard above their heads. " Um ! their elevation is rather high just yet," was the Corporal's comment. " But they will improve that, and, unless I am much mistaken, will soon make things very warm for us." As if to verify Ratty's opinion, at that moment there came the sound of a ripping tear in the iron roof above their heads, as a heavy bullet crashed through. Shots were rained in upon them from every quarter, and although only a small pro­ portion of these reached their intended billet, the situation rapidly began to assume an aspect of considerable peril. Heavy slugs ploughed their way through the flimsy walls of the citadel, every now and again sending a shower of splinters in every direction. The enemy's marksmen kept carefully out of sight during the fusillade, and the con­

stabulary men were unable therefore to return the fire with any effect. " Hold your fire, boys," was Ratty's order. '* They will soon get tired of hiding themselves." Sure enough, before long a disturbance of some sort could be detected on the edge of the clearing in front, and presently with loud yells of defiance a body of spearmen emerged from the shelter of the bushes, and bore down upon the object of their attack. As before, the troopers' well-directed shoot­ ing played havoc in the ranks of the blacks, but the latter, profiting by their previous experience, spread themselves out in open order, and running at an angle, succeeded in reaching a point where they were covered from the troopers' fire by the block of stabling. Thus protected a number of them were able to reach the stable. To guard against a sudden rush across the small space intervening between the stable and the main building, Ratty brought up every man he could spare to that side, and with grim determination the constabulary men waited the final charge. It soon became evident, however, that the natives had other plans. A loud hammering upon the iron walls of the stables, at the farther side, reached the ears of the waiting men. " They are after the horses," muttered Ratty. Such indeed was the case. In a few minutes, the blacks effected an entrance, and with triumphant yells began to lead out the animals. " Pick them off as they go back, boys," cried Ratty ; " but be careful not .to shoot the horses." At the thought of any harm coming to his own beloved " Waterloo " he gritted his teeth angrily. It appeared, however, that the blacks were aware of the white men's care of their steeds. As they emerged again from the shelter of the stables, the troopers noticed with dismay that every man of them was securely hidden from view by the bodies of the captured animals. A groan of disappointment went up. " Shall we shoot, Corporal ? " asked one of the men. " No ! " growled Ratty, bitterly. Not a shot was fired, and the procession of horses disappeared with their captors into the bush, where a host of natives received them with yells of triumph. The hail of the native rifle fire now began afresh. Ratty and his men, unable to retaliate upon the hidden marksmen, crouched at their loop-holes, and anxiously awaited the savages' next move. It was not long in coming. The firing ceased again, and presently the figure of a horseman was seen to leave the shelter of the bush and ride out into the clearing. Every trooper immediately recognised the horse. It was " Waterloo himself. Ratty was in a spasm of anger at his helplessness. As the horseman drew slowly nearer, the men within the building saw that he had the yellow skin and wiry black hair of a half-breed. Ratty gave vent to a sudden exclamation of surprise. " The White Kaffir ! " he burst out. The rumours concerning this notorious character were true, then. The rascal himself was approaching. With cunning

astuteness he had chosen as his steed the door of the barracks, and flinging it wide, corporal's own animal, the great " Waterloo " emitted a shrill whistle. The horse pricked himself, the horse that had made himself his ears at the familiar signal, and, breaking famous throughout the wide district of that into a trot, came obediently to his rightful northern mountain region by his victory master. Before the natives realised what in the race for the Berg Cup. The ruffian had happened, the horse had scrambled was well aware that no constabulary man across the verandah, and was safely within would risk shooting the horse, and counted the shelter of the building. Meanwhile, himself, therefore, quite free from attack. the form of the White Kaffir lay still and inert upon the plain, at a point midway With cool daring the man rode to within between the constabulary barracks and speaking distance. Crouching low upon the edge of the clearing. the horse's neck with the object of protecting himself from a shot, he called upon the con­ The mishap to their leader had an im­ stabulary men to surrender. No sign or mediate effect upon the attacking mob sound came from within the building in response to the summons. Lie low, boys," whispered Ratty, hoarsely. The half-caste repeated his demand and again a deep silence was his only answer. With a snarl of rage, the ruffian shook his fist towards the barracks, and hurled a volume of insulting abuse upon the de­ fenders. Then wheeling sud­ denly, he drove his heels into " Waterloo's " sides, and made as if to gallop away. The animal he bestrode, however, had other ideas. He had come willingly enough in the direction of his stable, but he now resolutely refused to go further. Planting his hoofs firmly in the ground, he stood fast. Then began a desperate struggle. The half-breed carried a heavy " sjambok " of rhinoceros hide, and with this weapon he lashed at his horse with merciless severity. " Waterloo," roused to fury at this un­ usual t r e a t m e n t , reared and plunged madly. Up and down in the space fronting the barracks horse and man careered, each striving for the mastery. The Kaffir w a s a magnificent h o r s e m a n and re­ tained his seat upon the bucking animal's back with wonderful c l e v e r n e s s . The troopers watched the struggle with feverish interest. " The h a l f - breed carried a h e a v y ' s j a m b o k " . . . and w i t h Of a sudden, at a t h i s w e a p o n he lashed at his w o r d f r o m their horse w i t h merciless s e v e r i t y . " leader, they raised a chorus of derisive shouts. At sound of of savages. The rifle fire ceased, and this, the half-caste, exasperated at the ill summoned by the monotonous beating of success of his efforts to force the horse tom-toms, or native drums, the blacks from the neighbourhood, lost all semblance withdrew their surrounding forces, and of self-control. With maniacal fury he gathered together to hold a council of raised the sjambok, and showered a series war. of cruel blows upon " Waterloo's " flanks. An hour of nerve-trying inactivity dragged Maddened wilh pain, the great animal by. Then an exclamation from one of the reared upon his hind legs, pawing the air watching troopers drew attention to the wildly. Higher and higher he went, until form of the White Kaffir. The stricken he overbalanced and threw himself bodily man had recovered consciousness, and was backward. now struggling in an attempt to rise to his feet. The half-caste, grown careless in his blind rage, was unprepared for this sudden " May I shoot, Corporal ? " breathed one desperate move. He crashed to the ground of the troopers, excitedly. with a sickening thud, and the horse " You blood-thirsty young ruffian! " toppled heavily across the man's prostrate Ratty cried good-humouredly. " No ! body. We do not make war upon the wounded." And so the troopers sat silent, and watched As " Waterloo," dazed by the shock of the leader of the savages crawl slowly and the fall, and quivering in every limb, painfully away, dragging himself along on struggled to his feet, Ratty sprang to the

hands and knees, until at last he disappeared into the undergrowth that fringed the clearing. Late that afternoon, when the Command­ ing Officer of Police rode up at the head of a large relieving force, no sign of a rebellious native could be seen. " We are too late, then, Corporal Holmes ? " said the officer. " You won't need us after all ? " " Begging your pardon, sir," replied Ratty with a grim smile. " I shall be glad of your men's help in digging graves," and he waved a hand towards the piled-up heap of dead warriors.

" BLACK FOOT." THE tribal name of the Blackfoot Indians is derived from an ancient legend. A powerful chief had three sons, the first two being great hunters, but the third being unlucky both in war and the chase. As he mourned over this his father called him to his side. " My son," said he, " why art thou so sad ? " " Because I am no hunter," replied the youth. The old chief, stooping down, blackened his son's feet with a charred stick from the camp fire, and spake these prophetic words ; " Ever first shalt thou be in the hunt and in war. Go in peace." The son grew in fame and wisdom, became chief of the tribe, and was renowned far and wide. At length his name was extended to the whole tribe.



By H. DB



•TOMKINS TERTIUS loquitur :— H, Master Sammy Slacker is no credit to his race, A shambling sort of figure, with a pasty kind of face; He's careful of appearances but doesn't care for play, A n d slopes about the playground in a sickly sort of way. Now Bill and I like exercise and think that loafing'a rot, But Master Sammy Slacker is afraid to get too hot 1 W e come home hot and hungry in a splendid state of dirt, But Master Sammy Slacker says he's sure that he'd get hurt I We're very keen on cricket, and young Bill's a clinking bat, And as for m y fast bowling—well, you can't do much with that 1 I know m y batting's shaky, but you ought to see me shy I And Bill, he judges catches with a pretty steady eye. Next season our eleven has a very decent card— But Master Sammy Slacker says the ball is far too hard I Now Bill is great at rowing, and I'm pretty handy too, And if you like the river—we'll be there, we promise you I I'm rather nuts on swimming, and although Bill is not fast He's got a useful breast stroke, and he is a dog to last! Our diving's coming nicely and our headers are quite bold, But Master Sammy Slacker says his feet get horrid cold! Later. So BUI and I took Sammy and we rolled him in the mud, And gave him lots of exercise and tried to warm his blood; And since he's found he's got to come and cannot get away, He's gradually acquiring quite a notion how to play / And, if we only stick to him and carry out our plan, We'll either btiry Samuel, or turn him out a Man 1


And Bill and I like footer, and we're getting jolly tough, But Sammy will not come and play—he thinks that footer's rough I— We've really got a ripping team—for juniors you know, And if you'll try a kick with us, I guess we'll make you blow I




A S i m p l e T a s k T o r -the I n d o o r W o r k e r .
By J O H N N E L S O N .


T seems a great pity to throw away the empty boxes which have contained either the ordinary or the inverted gas-mantle, especially as they can be turned into very useful articles for everyday service. For instance, Fig. 1 shows a spill-holder, which could also be used for the reception of dried grasses, made from two long boxes and a short one, the latter having held an inverted mantle. After one removable end of each box has been fixed firmly on, all three are glued together, the tops, of course, being left open. A few coats of enamel are next applied to hide the printed matter on the cardboard, then, if desired, another colour is put on, and when quite dry some simple design is obtained by scratching away por­ tions of the last coat with a large needle in order to expose the colour beneath. Or an imitation of brickwork can be obtained in precisely the same way. Fig. 2 shows a holder for pens and pencils with a shorter box lying at the foot. The cap is fixed securely on the lower end of the upright box, so also is that at the right-hand

end of the horizontal, but the other is movable to allow the entrance of a ball of string, the end of which is taken through a hole in the box, as shown in the illustration. The first colour of enamel having been laid on, curved fines of a different tint can then be added, as in Fig. 2, unless the plain colour is preferred. Single boxes can be used in just the same manner, though perhaps it is better to put a couple of ornamental handles at the top as at A, Fig. 3, and three feet as at B. The patterns in each case should be cut from thin

cardboard, two identical designs being glued together, so that the tongues T (which have been left unstuck) spread out and grip the surface of the box whereon they are fixed. Before leaving these single vases, it may be pointed out that a circle of wood let into the bottom of the box, as at C, Fig. 3, makes a far neater job than gluing on the eap, and that when fixed on a wooden base these single vases can be used in combination with small ornamental figures of any description. To make a pin-cushion similar to Fig. 4, take off both caps, and fix in the ends of two pieces of ribbon, R , that are long enough for a bow to be made by which the cushion can be suspended. Next make two small



Fro. 2.

Flu. 3.

cushions, stuff them into the open ends of the box, fixing them with glue, and then cut away a portion at C in order to obtain a

Use of






cavity for holding other trifles. Instead of colouring this with enamel, first cover the box with some bright material, and then overlay with lace.

In Fig. 5 six boxes are used. Begin by removing the caps and fixing the boxes together as shown. Then glue a piece of cardboard on the back end, and when dry run the point of a sharp knife around close to the out­ line made by the boxes so as to get rid of the surplus card. Now cut six circles of J-in. wood to fit into the mouths of the boxes, and centrally on these fix small knobs similar to K, so that the lids can be easily with­ drawn when the contents of the pigeon-holes are required. To use a single box in the same fashion, an inverted mantle box, with one cap glued firmly on, can be secured to the wall in any requisite place and its own cap can be used to close up the projecting end.



Between the
A Story of



Grammar School

Author of" The Mad Yatheht," A Goorkha's Kookri," "The Dumb Chief," etc., etc.


so u t t e r l y surprised at Cyril Falk­ l a n d ' s de­ liberate to break refusal Cressington, with that he felt powerless to act. He would have dragged Cyril from Cressington's side, but such a proceed­ ing would be utterly useless, since Cyril showed so unmistakable a predilection for that senior's friendship. Armstrong was not aware of the extent of Cressington's hold upon the younger boy ; was not aware of Cressington's knowledge of Cyril's escapades; was not aware, also, of the holiday spent in each other's company at Bournemouth. He was utterly disappointed, and more, was indignant with Cyril, for betraying his trust and for leading Geoffrey into bad ways. He wrote a scathing letter to Cressington, but the latter gave no sign of having received the missive and avoided the writer on every occasion. Cyril sent back Armstrong's letter unopened. Armstrong called at Falkland's house, but Cyril was " out " ; he waylaid him in the big schoolroom, but the younger boy pushed past the senior, with averted face. Donald referred the question to his father. " I fear," said Dr. Armstrong thoughtfully, " that when a boy of young Falkland's temperament gets the bit between his teeth, he will run wild till brought up by some calamity that God, in His mercy, may send. You must remember, Donald, that Falkland has had very little parental control, and has always gone his own way, seeking always his own pleasure. I am quite satisfied that you have done all in your power to help the b o y ; he seemed so happy and tractable when he was staying here last term. No doubt, Cressington would exercise a strong attrac­

tion for an unrestrained, high-spirited boy like Falkland, and I can quite see how the love of mischief and the tasting of forbidden pleasures, such as cave exploring or cigarette smoking, would be a distinct lure to a boy of Falkland's disposition. The same words might apply to your brother Geoffrey, and therefore —the father's voice grew stem— " I must advise you to have no further inter­ course with young Falkland; he has deliberately dragged my dear little Geoff into bad company, and is causing worry to you, Donald, at a time when you should be concentrating upon your scholarship work."

Cyril Falkland's fist shot out and inter­ fered with what Terry was going to say. Terry was not an angel, only a fiery little Irish boy. Within two minutes a fight was in full progress, and from the playground above, such boys as had remained for a bout of snowballing—there had been a heavy fall of snow—came rushing downstairs to wit­ ness the unexpected spectacle of a battle royal between Cyril Falkland and Terry O'Brien. A fight between boys who have shared one another's confidences, and relied on each other's help, is a sad sight; so we will not watch the hard-fought contest. The irony of it all was that Cyril used the skill imparted by Armstrong to defeat Terry, who only confessed himself beaten at the earnest solicitation of Halstead, the oldest boy present. Armstrong noted the signs of conflict on the following morning; and waylaid Terry, as the latter tried to escape unperceived. " I wish you would come to our place this evening," said Armstrong, seemingly not noting the little Irishman's swollen lip and blackened eye. " Squeak hasn't got over last Wednesday's affair. I had to talk to him plainly about smoking and other things, and reminded him that he ought to have sided with you. Poor little Geoff, he's started early to realise that school life has its temptations. I only hope that it won't take the ' squeak' out of h i m ; he has been wonderfully quiet lately—for him." However, Geoffrey Armstrong duly recovered his spirits that evening when Terry came round to superintend the reproduction of a mimic Waterloo which, by reference to histories and maps of the battle, was carried out by means of the suitable grouping of toy soldiers on the nursery table. To conclude the evening's entertainment Terry, Bubble, and Squeak invaded Donald's den and lured him forth to a game

So Donald Armstrong worked steadily for his forthcoming examination, looking in vain for any change in Cyril's attitude. Terry, with earnest solicitations and importunate words, besought Cyril not to deny him his friendship. Wistfully, Cyril glanced at his warm-hearted friend of the last term, and said—" Get o u t ! " Terry refused to be dismissed, however, and clung tenaciously to the friendship; Cyril could not escape Terry, and there was bound to be a final rupture. There was no one else in the Underground when they met. Terry exclaimed, with a whole world of entreaty in his voice : " Oh, Cyril, you aren't going to give up being chums with me, and go with that beast Cressington ? I say, can't we be chums ? " " No," said Falkland coldly, all the more coldly because his heart quivered at the appeal of his merry chum of last term. " W e must be friends, Cyril, we " " Get o u t ! " exclaimed Cyril, pushing Terry aside. But Terry refused to be ignored, and clung to Cyril's arm. The latter shook himself free, and threatened to repel any further advance with violence. Terry would not believe that his chum could mean what he said, and once more advanced to beg Cyril not to forget the jolly times they had had together, not to

of " Scouts," which resulted in peals of laughter ventilating every corner of the staid old house which had once been the residence of a noted Georgian beau. Even Dr. Armstrong was hunted out of his surgery for the last great scouting expedition, and huge was Squeak's delight when he located his father's ambuscade behind the wardrobe on the top landing. Terry, too, was his own wild merry self again, and only on bidding good-night did a shadow cross his face. " All right! I will come again," said he, in answer to an invitation. " I have plenty of time to spare now that I haven't got a—much to d o . " " W e shall be jolly glad to see you, Terry ; I know Geoff will." " And me," added Miss Kathleen Arm­ strong, alias " Bubble," catching up her big brother's remark. " Good-night, a l l ! " said Terry, brightening visibly. Tne day of the Heathcote Scholarship examination drew near, and Armstrong was working, fairly confident of getting one of the exhibitions. He allowed himself, how­ ever, to participate in some of the joys of snow and ice. The winter, though late in coming, was long in going, and there were continuous falls of snow. One Friday morning, seeing that there was not less than a couple of feet of recently fallen snow lying in the playground, Dawson organised a grand snow fight. The playground was in the midst of the town, and, therefore, was surrounded with high walls. A line of fortifications was to be built right across the playground, facing the school buildings, and having an im­ pregnable rear composed of the high wall abutting upon the back premises of big houses in an adjoining street. The Sixth Form, assisted by the Third in the capacity of sappers and miners, challenged the whole school to attempt to dislodge them from their snow citadel. The school accepted the challenge, and promised the complete downfall of the Sixth. After morning school, Dawson superin­ tended the raising of a snow wall four to five feet high ; and the Third worked till their backs ached, while the Sixth criticised, and lent a very occasional hand in the process of construction. Meanwhile, the rest of the school made plans—and snowballs—storing the ammuni­ tion in the gutter below the Pantiles, which snow-powder magazine could only be reached through a window in the Underground. This window was placed in charge of a valiant guard commanded by Halstead, and all through the dinner hour relays of boys kept watch lest marauding Sixth-Form free­ booters should plunder their stores. A truce was sounded for the necessary afternoon school, and at 4.14 P.M. the fight began. The Sixth, aiming with deadly precision the snowballs made by the Third, stood within their battlements and kept back the hordes of the invading Rest with an unslackening fire. The ammunition within the fortress soon commenced to run low, and seeing that it was not thought advisable to




up the romance by saying : " I secreted the file in my beard." " You tried to hide it from me," retorted Peters, " but I had you bathed and shaved ere I consigned you to the dungeonmost cellar of this fortress of dreadful fright. Prisoner, speak but one word, and I will have thee flayed alive." " Here, I say, young Peters," exclaimed Fifth Form Andrews to the presumptuous Third Form boy. " Don't give me too much of your cheek, or I'll punch your head for you." " You can't, prisoner, you are heavily manacled," said Peters, to whom fiction was always more real than fact. " Insolent one, I will pull thy traitorous nose. Be­ hold, thou art powerless to—Here I say ! Aooah ! You can't do i t ! " The fiery-tempered Fifth Form boy had been wonderfully patient, but, when Peters started to pull his nose, he immediately smacked his warder's head with a re­ sounding whack: imagination has its limits. " Armstrong, I say, Armstrong ! " cried the indignant Peters. " One of the prisoners, who's chained up so that he can't move, has boxed my ears." Armstrong's attention, however, was already more than occupied. The Rest of the School had rallied under Halstead's leadership, and tjieir superior numbers were swamping the comparatively small numbers of the sallying party. Shouts, yells, imprecations, cries of pain, exhorta­ tions to advance, rose in one deafening chorus. Snowballs were whizzing here, there and everywhere. Dawson himself had to drag Parry from beneath a seething mass of boys which threatened to suffocate the careless Third-Former. Bobs, his head bare of covering, could be seen in the thickest of the fight, his mop of red hair the centre of the hottest scrimmage, Terry ably seconding him. Springfield's remarks were so heated that it is a wonder he did not melt all the snow he came in contact with. Many a gallant rescue was necessary, as when a Sixth Form boy was overwhelmed by a dozen of the Second Form, hurling themselves upon his back, tugging at his legs, clinging to his arms, till they brought him tumbling into the snow where they promptly settled on him like a swarm of gnats. Such was the state of affairs when Armstrong and Huniset conferred as to what was best to be done, seeing that already four Sixth Form boys were wallowing helplessly in the snow, and others could with difficulty repel the valiant small boys who swarmed about them. The Sixth must be reinforced. In less than two minutes there was not a single defender left in the fort; they had>gone forth to fling themselves into the melee. And well for them their sally proved successful. Unable to withstand the vigour of the fresh contingent of Sixth Form boys, the Rest of the School turned and streamed in full retreat through the Underground out into the lobby, until not a single warrior of the Rest remained in the playground; even the prisoners felt justified in escaping from an empty fortress. Side by side, Armstrong and Terry had

convert the snow wall into snowballs sooner than was absolutely necessary, some dar­ ing Third Form spirits decided to collect material from without the fort. Terry, Springfield and Bobs made their exit at the extreme left of the battlements, being slightly sheltered by a small outhouse. A perfect rain of missiles descended upon their devoted heads, but they proceeded to calmly manufacture snowballs, which were no sooner made than they were conveyed by a line of waiting Thirds to the ammunition store within the fort. Their work was done under the protection of a heavy fire from the ramparts, but soon the overwhelming numbers of the rest drove the daring Third Form boys back to shelter. Most of the Sixth and Third Form boys had remained behind after school to take part in the conflict; only Bowney, who had a long walk home, Webber who had a bad attack of sonnet-writing, and Cressington, were absent from the ranks of the Sixth, while from the Third the only absentees were Cyril Falkland, Charlie Higgs, Wiggins and Wade, the last two arguing that, since there would be no voting, they need not remain. Armstrong had command of the left half of the fort, Huniset of the right half, while Dawson, as commander-in-chief, had super­ vision of both, and was, at the same time, free to lead a sortie against the foe. It was not long before a sortie became necessary. Advancing under cover of the small outhouse on the left of the fort, a strong force of the Rest posted themselves within twenty yards, and from the roof of the outhouse they pelted Armstrong's commando. Dawson saw that Armstrong's force were taken at a disadvantage: the enemy must be dislodged. Unostentatiously preparations for a sally were made: Arm­ strong and Huniset were to retain five Sixth Form boys apiece, and the remainder of the defenders were ordered to make a sortie and sweep the outhouse clear of invaders. The daring sharpshooters on the roof, led by the intrepid Halstead, had no time to descend before they were surrounded. Their leader, however, putting his feet together and extending his legs at full stretch, pushed off with his hands, and came hurling downj amongst a yelling posse of Third Form boys, whom he escaped. Forthwith he proceeded to rally the panic-stricken Rest. Trail, Andrews, Burton, and three Fourth Form boys surrendered to their captors, and were ignominiously hauled from the roof, and carried to confinement within the snow fortress. Prisoners, by the unwritten rules of the game, were required to imagine themselves loaded with heavy chains, unable to escape. Andrews, as he stood following the fortunes of the fight, knew not how to restrain him­ self from rushing forth into the fray, and Trail had to remind him of his fetters of honour. " Hang it all! I ' v e filed them off," said he. Peters happened to be warder of the prisoners. " Yes, you had a file secreted on your traitorous person, but I, your jailor, stripped you and revealed the hidden file." " You jolly well d i d n ' t ! " exclaimed Andrews, who felt that imagination might sometimes be carried too far; but he kept







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attacked three Fifth Form boys who attempted to make a stand at the Pantiles corner, and, somehow, one of the panes of glass in the schoolroom window was smashed. I'he foes, their confusion completed by the sound of broken glass, fled, and Armstrong and Terry were left victors—with a pane of glass to pay for. Dr. Sanders had a definite system of treatment for boys who broke panes of glass ; he gave the guilty boy four hours grace in which to replace the smashed pane, and to a small boy the ordeal of interviewing a glazier, and paying for the repairs without calling upon the parental purse and so incurring the paternal wrath, was sufficiently dreadful to make the culprit very careful in future. More dreadful still was the punish­ ment for not getting the smashed pane replaced within four hours—a public

" and I witnessed the flight of the snowball from O'Brien's hand to the schoolroom window. It is kind of you to attend to this detail for O'Brien, but I claim that it is best for boys to suffer for their misdeeds in full; it is mistaken kindness to shield them." Armstrong looked up sharply ; it was the very thought that had occurred to him during the last few days—only, not in connection with Terry. The Head Master went and seated himself at his desk, signing to Armstrong to follow, and leaving the glazier at work, safe out of earshot. " You go to Nexton for your examination next week, don't you, Armstrong ? " " Yes sir, on Wednesday." " I'm sorry, Armstrong," said the Head Master, reflectively. " Sorry, sir ? I don't under­ stand." " I am sorry, Armstrong, because I shall lose what Heathcote will gain." Armstrong looked up, and there was understanding and deep content in the look. " You mean, sir, that I am safe for the scholarship ? " " Absolutely," said Dr. Sanders. "There are only ten competitors for the six vacancies, and knowing the schools from which they come, I have no hesitation in saying that you will secure fourth place at the very lowest. I shall be sorry to lose you. Armstrong, our relations have been very happy ones; we have only had one little difference of opinion, I believe ? " " You mean about the bicycle accident to Brice, sir, when you thought I was suspicious of someone, and wouldn't tell you. I think, now, I ought to have told you." " Ah ! " said the Head Master, keen interest showing in his face. " The affair of Brice and the wanton mixing of the bicycles may almost be said to have been for­ gotten, so let it be forgiven." " You mean, sir, that if I told you whom I suspected, you would — N O . ' B U T T H E M I L L E R SEEMS I L L ! | not act upon my evidence 1 " thrashing. But the panes were always " I scarcely said that," laughed the Head replaced in time. Master. " But, come, if you will explain your part in the affair, I'll promise to take It was Armstrong who, on this occasion, no further steps in the matter. The bicycle visited the glazier, and the latter at once affair can be consigned to the limbo of came to make the necessary repairs. The forgotten things." key of the big schoolroom was procured from " Sergeant," and Armstrong stood Armstrong was much relieved now that he watching while the glazier chipped out the could unburden his mind of what had been broken pieces of glass. Dr. Sanders strolled, a worry and a difficulty to him. He had casually, into the schoolroom, and Arm­ found the cap lost by Cyril Falkland when strong went to make the necessary declara­ the latter mixed the bicycles in the early tion of the accident. part of the previous term, and had drawn his own conclusions from the fact. These " You, Armstrong ? " queried the Head conclusions had caused his hesitation when Master. " I myself am of the opinion that the Head Master called the roll with a view the erratic young O'Brien was the culprit." to discovering the perpetrator of the mischief. Donald Armstrong looked surprised: how At the subsequent interview he had promised did Dr. Sanders come to know about the to reveal whom he suspected when he con­ smash ? firmed his suspicions, but he did not try " I was watching your snow-fi'ht from an to discover fresh evidence because he feared upper window," continued the Head Master,






the results of exposure to Falkland—ex­ pulsion and Milden Lane School. He had, therefore, returned the cap with a note purporting to come from the Tudor Ghost, hoping thus to warn Falkland and check his wild pranks—if, indeed, Falkland were guilty. " Armstrong, I think it was a case of nescio and intelligo, wasn't it ? " remarked the Head Master as the Sixth Form boy finished his explanations. " In your heart of hearts you knew Falkland was guilty, but didn't legally know that he had com­ mitted the offence; in fact, you knew it so well that you avoided knowing more. Armstrong, perhaps your Head Master is not so stern and hard a man as you think he i s ; maybe, I should have been as con­ siderate for little Falkland as you have been. For, personally, going over all the facts in my mind, I can quite see that Falkland v. as the guilty one . . . Y o u were saying, Armstrong, that you think it would have been wiser on your part to have confided in me—why ? " " Because—oh ! because Falkland's going to the dogs, in spite of all I tried to d o . " Donald Armstrong almost broke down. Dr. Sanders rose from his seat, sym­ pathising with his monitor's evident distress of mind, and said: " Cressington leaves at the end of this term, believe." Donald Armstrong stared with surprise at the Head Master. " Yes, sir," he cried eagerly. " It's Cressington's influence that's spoiling Falkland." " But there are other influences working in the school, thank God," said Dr. Sanders reverently. " I am not only interested in my boys' mental progress ; I am as pleased to see them ' fight an upward fight' as to win an exhibition to Heathcote. You, Arm­ strong, will please me in both particulars. Ah, the glazier's work is done. Please show him out. Good afternoon, Armstrong." The senior duly escorted the workman to the door, locked the schoolroom door, and returned the. key to " Sergeant." Much elated at the Head Master's hopeful prophecy concerning the scholarship, he was, never­ theless, sad at the thought of Cyril's future. Much was to happen, however, before a week had passed.
(To be continued.)

Our Rote Book.
W H A T appears to be a ghostly vessel, complete in every detail, is shown in this photograph of " The Phantom Ship." In reality it is a print made from a positive on glass instead of a negative, and the photo­ grapher explained that it could be simply made from any negative in the following manner. Take your negative into the dark room, place it upon an unexposed plate and strike a match, holding it at arm's length from the plates. For a negative of ordinary density, the match should be extinguished when about half burnt. Then develop plate in the ordinary manner. These directions are rather rough-and-ready, but they will serve. The positive can be used to print a nega­ tive on glass at any time. I t was in this way that the picture of the " Phantom S h i p " originated. The photographer had a very beautiful negative, and as he that as the " boy " came into the room the clock went off. The native dropped the cups and fled. Later on in the day a deputation, consisting of the chief, a couple of headmen and the witch doctor, waited on the trader and told him that he was 'tagati' (bewitched), that he harboured evil spirits. All the trader's protestations were useless, and his offer to give a practical demonstration of the working of the clock was indignantly refused. The news spread, the store was boycotted, and the upshot of it all was that the trader had to sell his business and migrate elsewhere.





E V E R Y boy who is weak and wishes to become string, and every boy who is strong and wishes to keep so, will welcome the little book prepared by Mr. Eustace Miles. It is entitled " Fitness for Play and Work " (T. Murby & Co., 1*. 6d. and 1*. net). This work, says the author, is intended for boys at school, and tor those who have left or are just leaving school. With schooldays over many boys miss the games as well as the discipline and social life of school. Mr. Miles here gives them most excellent advice. W e heartily recommend the book.




H A T can be the reason that llogers the idle Has donned this demeanour of mental distress ? 'Tis quite common knowledge how well he can bridle The vigorous brains he pretends to possess. . For Rogers, in class, is the bane of the masters ; Without an ambition to shine or excel. And this, very often, has led to disasters, As Rogers himself is best able to tell. Yet now, on a number of tomes he is stewing (See I Open in stacks on the table they lie), First one, then another minutely reviewing^ With murmuring hps and a wandering eye. " Come, Rogers, old chap 1 Be at peace we implore you 1 " Distracted, he rumples his hair with his hand, *' I'm mid I " he exclaims. " See the guide-books before you, Vacation arrangements have yet to be planned! "


A Photographic Freak. was afraid that it might be broken, he made such a positive plate so that he could duplicate his negative. He received an order for prints of this picture, and a new assistant got hold of the positive by mistake and made the prints from it, thus producing a very beautiful and unusual picture by accident. This method will produce very artistic pictures by selecting the right subjects ; an arrangement of ferns, for instance, would resemble snow crystals, a summer landscape would look like midwinter, and a portrait would reproduce as something quite spectral.










T n E postscript to a letter is often the most important feature in it, as witness the following story. A country gentleman who was visiting London thought he needed a bulldog at his country house, and his wife and daughter admitted that he did. Unfortunately the three could not agree in a choice, so finally the father bought three dogs, the selection of each, from three different dealers. Having had the dogs dispatched to his home, he then changed his plans about going back there, and his family joined him in town for a brief hoi day. A few days later he received the following letter from the stableman at his country res.dence :— " Dear Sir,—Your three bulldogs arrived all right last n'ght on the same train. I locked them up together last night in a box stall.—Yours truly, J. Jackson. " P.S.—We have only one box stall. " P.S.—You wdl have to buy some more dogs.'*

IN our article " The Most Famous Boys' Fight in Fiction," in No. 8, p. 122, we referred to the death of the Rev. Augustus Orlebar, who was the original of one of the characters in Tom Hughes' famous book. W e have now to chronicle the death of another ** Tom Brown " personality, Mr. John George Hollway having died on December 30, at Worthing. Mr. Hollway, who was in his ninetieth year, was one of the seconds i n t h e famous fight between Tom Brown and " Slogger" Williams. H e was a member of Dr. Arnold's house, and played in several Rugby matches against the rest of the school.

A PLEA for a greater sense of personal responsibility was the text of a striking address by the Archbishop of Canterbury in his last sermon of the year in Canter­ bury Cathedral. Men and women, he said, must care, and must show that they cared, about the things of the day. " Some will remember how the great mediaeval seer near the opening of his darkest vision, describes the hapless plight of the great multitude of men and women who in life's battlefield had borne no strenu­ ous part either on one side or the other; men and women who, to quote Dante's pungent words, ' were never really alive,* who had spent their years ' without infamy and without praise,' and who, as the outcome of their shiftless, wasted life, were condemned to follow vainly a whirling standard which could offer them no rallying place. " I am afraid that no well-informed man—in touch with English life to-day—will deny the growth among thoughtful, educated, intelligent Enelishmen of the spirit which is thus described, the spirit which abstains from adequately caring about what is happening in great fields of our public life. " I t was not so in England of old, when the redoubt­ able men who sleep around us within these Cathedral walls were alive and strong. I would take you rather to later times—days of Courtenay and Wyclif, days of Papist and Reformer, days of Roundhead and Royal­ ist— and ask you to consider, with such knowledge as you may have of those or subsequent days—remem­ bering, perhaps,' Westward Ho 1 ' or ' John Inglesant,' or ' Esmond,' or ' Waverley '—or even days far later than any of these—whether we have not, among thinking folk at large, lost something of the old earneptness, the old caring with enthusiastic care about questions with which a man's personal pocket had no direct concern, but which appealed to him as causes that mattered for the nation's well-being." To British boys as well as to British men and women, there is a " call to arms " in the Archbishop's sermon. Is there not a great danger that too much importance is being attached nowadays to what is really trivial ? W h a t is vicious should, of course, always be avoided : what is merely unworthy we too often accept without protest. Boys—you, who are the coming men—take the above stirring message to heart. Do not be as Gallio, but begin to care. The things that are worth troubling about are the things that matter in this life.




T H E alarm clock is a very useful invention. Most assistant masters have one in their room. There are certain places, however, where their use is prohibited, and one of these is the compounds of the Johannesburg mines. On one occasion a Christian (or civilised) Kaffir who was working on a certain mine purchased one of these clocks and set it for an hour before the callup bell rang—he probably wanted to get up early to cook himself something extra for breakfast. When the alarm went off the effect on the other seventy odd Kaffirs, who shared the " room," and who were not so enlightened as himself, was something to be re­ membered. They broke out of the room and made for the town, and it was some days before the compound officials succeeded in getting them all back again. Since then alarm clocks are barred on all of the Johannesburg mines. In the Kaffir territories of the Cape alarm clocks are used by the European residents in the wet season—in the dry season the sun wakes one up earlier than is often desired—and the native " boys " employed in these households do not mind them, but no trader will use one. One trader in Qumbu who did so is a standing warning to the others. He had set the alarm for a certain early hour and had told his " boy " over-night to get up early and bring him the coffee. I t happened


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EEN on a fine sunny day in the summer term, with youth and beauty thronging its upper deck, the University Barge doubtless presents a noble appearance to those who do not possess the entree;

it was his brother, F. N. Menzies, who, it will be observed, signed the order anent the puntmen authorised to wear the brass plate depicted in our photograph, who temporarily succumbed to a feverish attack and had to be carried, unconscious, back to his lodgings by his comrades who had the choice of resigning all pretensions to the trophy or of proceeding to the starting-point with seven oars. It is now a matter of history that the seven, including Sir Robert Menzies himself, decided to move Mr. Hughes, the brother of " Tom Brown's Schooldays" Hughes, from seven to stroke and, doing without a bow, move Mr. Lowndes, who filled that thwart, to the place just vacated, thus proceeding to the post with four oarsmen on the stroke side, and three men and a fairly strong breeze on the starboard side. Although the pluck of the Oxonians cannot be too highly extolled, sympathy must not be withheld from the crew of the rival boat who were placed in the anomalous position of having everything to lose and nothing to win. Under the circum­ stances it was not surprising that the Cantabs, who were themselves within an ace of starting with only seven oars, should proceed to the post in anything but an elated frame of mind, and that they should be headed from start to finish by the crew that were resolved to do or die. For many years the boat that bore T h e Varsity Puntman's Badge. the " s e v e n " heroes

T h e President's Chair (front v i e w ) .

but seen in the youth of the year, when spring cleaning is obviously the order of the day, it requires a great effort of the imagination to efface the impression that one is looking upon a Noah's Ark designed by a boat-builder with ecclesiastical leanings. Whatever the im­ pression one gains before stepping on board the craft there can only be one, and that akin to reverence, when the favoured one penetrates into the lengthy saloon that forms the official S e v r e s V a s e s presented by N a p o l e o n i l l . a n d Council room of the w o n by O x f o r d E t o n i a n s . Oxford University Boat Club, and sees on every side aquatic relics of more than one notable contest. Perhaps the object that first catches the eye and demands the greatest attention, is the Presidential Chair, a throne of considerable proportions and one that is closely allied to one of the most exciting incidents in the aquatic history of Henley-on-Thames. The incident in question took place on the second day of the regatta, held at the famous riverside resort in June 1843, and is known to-day as the " seven-oar " race, inasmuch as seven Oxford oarsmen succeeded in defeating a Cambridge Eight in the final heat for the Grand Challenge Shield. When, on April 22, 1903, Sir Robert Menzies, a typical Highland Chief, standing six feet two inches high, died at the age of eighty-six, the incident of the "seven-oar" race was very vividly called to mind, for

T h e President's Chair (back v i e w ) , s h o w i n g the historic seven oars






a pity tnat the historic craft is not housed at either Oxford, where to victory waa still in existence and pretty much in the same it was doubtless built; Henley, the scene of the fiist inter-'Varsity condition as on the day of the famous race, but when in 1867 boat-race ; or Putney, the venue of many an exciting contest from Mr. Alderman Randall, a rowing enthusiast of Oxford, purchased 1836 onwards. it, he had the boat cut up and the portion that includes the In addition to these and numerous other relics, there are two of coxswain's seat was fashioned into a chair and presented peculiar interest, namely—the to the O.U.B.O. as a throne jersey, worn by Tom Tims, so for its President. The ends many years waterman to the of the boat, it should be 'Varsity crew and himself a mentioned, are now in the famous oarsman, on the possession of Lady Stainer, occasion of his first race which who has adapted them to the he rowed at the tender age of purposes of china cabinets ; nine years, and a pair of hand­ the blades of the seven oars some Sevres Vases won at Paris decorate the back of the forty-six years ago. These Presidential Chair and the flag vases, it may be mentioned, it bore at its victorious prow bear the following inscription : now hangs framed and glazed " Presented by H.I.M. the on the walls of the University Emperor of the French for Barge. competition at the British In addition to a programme, International Regatta, held at printed in gold on satin, of a Paris in July 1867. Won by grand procession of boats on the Old Etonian four-oared the occasion of a Royal visit crew,'Wood, Willan, Bowman, to the University City in 18C3, Hall, Tottenham (cox)." there is also to be found in this aquatic reliquary a model Of this celebrated crew, of the boat in which Oxford A. H. Hall, who stroked the rowed the first 'Varsity race as Oxford Etonian Club's Eight to long ago as 1829. Apropos of victory in the Grand Challenge this model it is interesting to Cup at Henley in two successive note that the original boat is years, 1866 and 1867, alone still in existence and is at failed to obtain his Blue. Mr. present housed in a shed on W. P. Bowman, for instance, the shores of Loch Rannoeh, rowed bow in 1867, when Perthshire, whither it was con­ Oxford won by half a length ; veyed by Sir Robert Menzies Mr. W. W. Wood rowed at and his brother, Mr. Fletcher No. 4 the same year and at Norton Menzies, after it had 6 in the victorious boat of Seven-Oared Boat. 1866; Mr. F. Willan, the been purchased by them in the celebrated aquatic authority, early forties. rowed four years and was in the winning boat on each, and Although this ancient relic of inter-'Varsity racing is held Mr. C. R. W. Tottenham enjoyed the exceptional felicity of coxing by a that has writ large its name on the tablets of aquatic the Oxford crew in five consecutive victories, from 1864 to 1868 fame, and one that has proved itself a most worthy custodian, Loch inclusive. Rannoeh is a far cry from Oxford and Henley, and it is almost
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Author of " The Slack Police of Queensland " etc.

x LANDED in Queensland in the early J _ sixties and for several years realised in the northern portion of that country the height of my ambition, namely, life in a grand, wild, and literally free country ; where one man was as good as another, where bush laws (and there were practically no others) were respected ; where men proved good comrades and many of the best were rough and rowdy at that. Then, "hat was the life ? Soon aiter my arrival I had the luck to be appointed to the Black Police. There was no red tape in connection with this force, no uniform when out on the long patrol excepting a distinguishing cap. Back in the snug bark-roofed barracks we dressed up to a small extent, and literally " returned to our muttons " ; for we kept a small mob of sheep at the tiny headquarters. The force consisted of the senior officer, myself, and eight or ten " b o y s " ; this term applied to the black troopers. Our duties consisted in patrolling country newly occupied by squatters who had " sat down " at long distances from each other, and in ascertaining if they were troubled by the " Myalls," or wild blacks. One of our expeditions consisted in escorting the first Surveyor, whose object was to lay out the site of a settlement on the northern coast. That sandy bay has long

since developed into a most thriving and important place, namely Townsville. When this rather adventurous bit of " overlanding" had been happily carried through, it was decided to trend south. After dispersing some troublesome blacks, who had speared one of our horses on the Burdekin, we " spelled" at Port Denison—long since known as Bowen, but T prefer the good old name—and some weeks later we found our­ selves camped on the banks of a brawling rocky river, composed of falls and deep pools. This stream reminded one, as to its bed and rush, of many a Scottish water, ex­ cepting for the fact that the banks were lined for miles with dense groves of palm-trees, which here and there were interspersed with tropical scrub. In some of the giant gumtrees which grew in this valley, the drift­ wood, jammed into the high forks of these trees some forty feet and more, denoted the high water mark of the floods which came down at certain seasons when the river, in colonial parlance, was " bank and bank." The weapons which we used in those days were all old Tower smooth-bore carbines. Most useful they proved; for, besides carrying ball well up to a certain distance, they could be used for shot. Consequently they helped to provide us with ducks, plain turkeys, and

other delicacies for the pot. This was a welcome change from our daily ration of salt beef and damper whilst patrolling. As I write, a sad feeling creeps over me when I think of all these places changed by the necessities of civilisation—bridges over rivers, railways cutting our old tracks ! Yet it must be so, or how can a country go ahead ? The incident which occurs in this little sketch is in parts amusing, for the rest some­ what gruesome. Yet somehow everything came as a matter of course in those early days, and if ever a man was fool enough to say, " It's not my place," or show by his manner that the job did not suit him, he either got it hot on the spot, or was told to " pick up his blankets and clear ! " One evening the " boss "—a term which I never heard at that period—had left for a sea-coast township, a horseman having found our camp and asked him to take a boy with him and investigate some little trouble which had taken place in the port. I was left in charge, and whilst sitting down inside a lean-to composed of sheets of bark, one of the boys approached mo with the remark : " T w o white Mary come like it here." (Anglice — " Two white women are approaching.") Sure enough, two ladies rode up. They were riding cross-legged and wore brown






alpaca. I jumped up and saluted. They In due course my chum B and Charlio said that they had come from a neighbouring appeared, accompanied by a youngster station some thirty miles away and wished whom B introduced curtly as Jenks— to give their horses a spell. a new chum." The three of us sat down The boys soon had pannikins of tea pre­ under the shade of a scrub cedar, and whilst pared, together with fried fish from the river; having a smoke and tea B and I soon the horses were hobbled out in the rich arranged matters. He was the man for the grass; and we spent the time with the job, a splendid specimen of the Colonial born usual bush talk. Most of it, however, con­ —a man who could do things. sisted in my replying to questions connected We started for the spot carrying a stout with the force in which I was serving. rope and some digging utensils, and com­ Suddenly a shot rang out—as far as one pleted our unpleasant task. We dug a hole could judge some three or four hundred in a suitable spot in the scrub, put the body yards away. in, piled a few logs on top, and then returned " What is that ? " asked one of my to camp. visitors. At this period I had an Irishman at the " One of the boys shooting a possum, camp, and very shortly after the burial of I e^nect," was my reply. the black fellow " Mickie " came tearing along The elder of the two ladies thereupon from a clearing which led to the river and turned to me and remarked in rather an rushed up to me with "Shure, yer honner, injured tone, " You don't take me for quite I was jist on a small livil mountin' and I a new chum, do you ? ' Of course, that was seed a divil of a thing in petticoats, an be arl no shot-gun." I said I would ask the boys; the goats of Kerry it's comin' here it is, so, calling up one named " Charlio," I asked an'—an'—there it is ! " And with a final who had been shooting. yell he bounded into his hut. "Baal me know, marmy" ( " I don't At the same instant a creature stepped out know, master"), he answered. So the incident dropped. The horses were then brought up and the ladies, departed ; one remarking as she gained the saddle, " Mind you get that possum," to which I replied, " I'll stuff it and send it you," little knowing the class of beast I had promised her. Now, any old trooper of those days who may happen to read this will know that the boy who said to me that he " did not know " was lying. Charlio knew his duty and meant to save further questioning in the presence of strangers. He told me the truth later on. The facts were as follows : a half-civilised black who had been employed at a store some few miles away, as wood and water " Joey," had nearly killed a white woman. My senior had gone in with one trooper with the object of taking this black by stages to a distant place where he could be imprisoned, and tried in due course. The first place for a halt was to be our camp, previous to fording the river next day. The prisoner was handcuffed from the start and told to walk just ahead of the two horse­ men, who proceeded slowly behind him. The blackfellow walked quickly as the party approached our oamp fire, and the trooper A Black Tracker. kept up to him, the officer being somewhat in the rear. of the scrub and advanced solemnly towards Suddenly th« prisoner slipped his hand­ me. He, she, or it ? What was it ? A cuffs and darted off at a tangent, making for sort of old sacking material spotted with a' scrub which doubtless he knew of—and grease and black stains enveloped the figure : where he would have been safe for a time, this garment was tied in at the waist by considering the darkness—but the boy was several coils of light rope. A sort of monk's after him, and, jumping off his horse, shot cowl hung down the back; this seemed to him dead. be bulged out with something. The hideous Then officer and boy returned to the nearest tanned features of this repulsive object com­ township to report the affair. The question prised a pair of shifting squinny eyes, whilst now was how to dispose of the body. No grey elf-like locks escaped from the old cab­ Australian black will go near a dead man— bage-tree hat it was wearing. The creature at least, not by night—so I turned in under spoke with a foreign accent and, in spite the blankets to think it over. of the gruff tones, proved that a female Early next morning I shifted camp to the harangued me. edge of the river and told the boys to remain Without comment of any sort she com­ there to catch plenty of fish and look out for menced : " I'm Austrian, and I collect for alligators' tracks with a view to future all the great city museums there. I am paid hunting. " Charlio" I despatched to a well for specimens of natural history and distant station with a note to a reliable I want the whole skin of a black man. I ohum, and told the boy to get there quickly. should get many hundred thalers for such, Having done this I viewed the body, which so I've come to Australia. I skin much was easily found by taking up the horse's myself, and if I take the whole body I take tracks of the night before. It was lying in the whole skin and the head and the skull a portion of country known as " devil devil." and set it up over there; so I get much This well-known term is descriptive of little money and I pay you some, of course, if you mounds of bunch-grass every foot of the way, provide me." whilst around these pinnacles the earth has been washed into channels by the heavy Here she paused to take breath and tropical rains. A colonial horse will gallop advanced till she peered into my face ; then over such country and make no mistake if in a husky whisper she added : " Should you not interfered with by the rider. procure me a man, a woman, and a child,

I pay you very much, but they must not be too old. I paid a note (i.e. £1 note) to a stockman for a stock-whip because I know every skin, and I saw at once this whip was made from a wild man's skin ; so you see I am peiierous." The old hag concluded with a ghoulish laugh and showed her yellow fangs. " I never met your sort before," I re­ marked, as I cut up a pipe of tobacco ; " I suppose you would kill a blackfellow yourself if you had the chance ? " After a glance round she whispered, " Of course, I am always armed, only I'm afraid I would spoil the skin. Now you, on the contrary— " But I had had enough of this, so ordered her to sit down on a log which was lying there, and place her hideous great hands on her knees—which she did. I then told her shortly that she was inciting to murder, that if she valued her life she would clear out of the country within the next few hours to save her own skin, and that when the troopers returned I should put them on her tracks. She only acknowledged this piece of advice by giving me a horrified stare, squeezed a tear out of one of her eyes and said that I was a cruel man to deprive a lone woman of her chance of trading, and more to the same effect. I " cooeed " to Mickie, who came out of his hut at the summons, and told him that this person, pointing to the old hag, was not coming near the place again. The latter then got up, gave us a scowl and stamped off in her heavy old boots with remarkable celerity. Mickie,nowcourageous, yelled after her : " There's a gintleman a long ways up the river, an' he's plenty of black shkins," thereby proving that he had overheard some of the conversation. The old ogress weathered me after all. A couple of days after this I strolled off to examine the spot in which we had buried the body. Long before I got to it I saw that the logs had been thrown aside, and coming nearer found the hole empty. The tracks denoted a flat-footed heavy-toed animal— the foreign fiend. There is little more to tell. When the boys returned I told them to run her tracks to see which way she had gone, but not to pursue; which order would be a relief to them, as, if they were not already aware of the fact, they would certainly find that she was dragging a dead body. The boys reported to me later that they had tracked her to the river, and found where she had rested more than once on the way. One boy swam over and found that she had crossed and gone northwards into the bush. From what we heard later we believed that she shipped from Port Denison, but whether she carried much luggage with her we could not ascertain. I also found that she had favoured my up-river friend with a visit and that, when she mentioned her object, he simply pointed to the river with " G o ! " and she went, ever and anon looking back with frightened gaze at two blackfellows who had been told off to watch her. The above, as I have said, was a gruesome experience, and I am glad to say that I never again experienced anything of the same kind. But Queensland—and other parts of Australia too—were full of strange characters in those early days, and every old-timer can yarn for hours about them. In another paper I hope to tell some stories of black trackers, than whom there are no more wonderful detectives in the world. For the time being I must end with the old bush parting—" So long!"






T h e S o n o f an Anarchist:
A Tale o f S t r a n g e rAvsterjj Wild Adventure. and

By W . A. B. C L E M E N T S O N , M.A., Author of " .4. Couple of Scamps" etc.


ONALD was developing photographs in his dark-room at 3 Firle Mansions, \\ hen Paolo was announced. At first he sent a message to ask him to wait; but the >-ervant came back to say that the young gentleman in the drawing-room was in a great hurry and that he wished to see Master Ronald about something very important. So Ronald threw away the plate he was developing and went to find Paolo, much mystified and rather annoyed at being obliged to spoil the photograph. But when he entered the room and saw Paolo's face, he was glad he had come. This artist's child seemed born for tragedy, for again he appeared to be haunted by some terrible fear. " I'm so glad you've come at last," cried Paolo, jumping up and seizing Ronald's hand. " I want to see you about my father. He is in great danger—in fact, we are all in danger, father and mother, you and me, and your father too ! " " Do you know what you are saying ? " exclaimed Ronald, looking anxiously at Paolo's excited face. " You seem to me to be talking nonsense." " No, it's the anarchists! They are after us all. I will tell you all about it now ; and it will explain why I was so rude to you that morning." Ronald sat down to listen to Paolo's thrilling tale, beginning with his father's initiation into the secret society, all about the mysterious parcel, and ending up with the red letter of that afternoon. Ronald listened, fascinated and thrilled; but the story seemed too wild to be true. It must be an invention of Paolo's romantic imagina­ tion, like those other stories he had told in the motor-car on the evening of the accident. But if so, what a marvellous story-teller the boy was ! His whole body quivered with emotion and his dark eyes dilated with excitement as he told his tale. What possible reason could he have for such superb acting ? Presently Paolo put his hand in his pocket and pulled out two pieces of paper. " See ! " he said. " Here is the paper I

found with the parcel and here is the letter in red ink, which they sent to father." Ronald started as if awakened from a dream. Was it possible that Paolo's story was actually true ? He eagerly examined the two documents and saw that they could not possibly have been forged by Paolo to adorn his tale. " Is it all true, then ? " he asked. " True ? " cried Paolo. " I wish it wasn't! Why ! the anarchists may attack my father at any moment, and they will very likely try again to kill Sir Samuel one day." " Then you really did carry that parcel of dynamite down to the river ? " said Ronald, remembering Paolo's look of terror on that eventful morning. " That was the parcel I offered to take, and you were rude to me in order to save me ! " Paolo nodded. For a moment Ronald could only stare at him in undisguised admiration, and then he said simply : " I don't know how to thank you ; but I think you are the pluckiest fellow who ever lived in this world ! " But Paolo had not come to be admired, and, to change the subject, he suggested that they should go and tell Sir Samuel at once. Ronald agreed, and the two boys repaired to that gentleman's study. Sir Samuel was very busy ; but, as Ronald was evidently bursting with news, he laid aside his pen and prepared to listen: so Ronald began to tell about the attempted attack on his father's life and of how Paolo had so bravely defeated it. Sir Samuel was an iron man, though he had a tender heart: no one who watched him could have guessed from his fine impassive face what thoughts were passing through his mind, as he listened to his son's recital. When he heard of his own peril no excla­ mation escaped him ; and when Ronald was describing how Paolo had got rid of the dynamite then only did the great man raise his eyes to look at Paolo with kind approval, but all he said was, " Well done ! " After this he listened patiently, while Ronald repeated what Paolo had told him about

Luigi's connection with the anarchists and of their threats against his life, adding also his own impression of the artist and his opinions. When Ronald had finished, his father merely said : " H'm ! " and then, turning to Paolo with a keen look, he asked sharply, " Is all this true ? " " Yes, sir," replied Paolo, looking him full in the face. " I believe you," said Sir Samuel, holding out his hand to Paolo. " Your father must be proud of his son. Yes, this is a serious business and we must sift it to the bottom. Ronald, order the car (there's a good boy), and we'll all drive round to Scotland Yard at once." " Mayn't I go back to father now ? " pleaded Paolo. " He is all alone and I'm afraid something may happen to him." Sir Samuel smiled and patted Paolo on the shoulder. " All right, my lad," he said. " We'll call for him on the way." In a few minutes the motor came round and Sir Samuel and the two boys set out, for the Costas' house. As they approached, Paolo noticed on the front door three large letters chalked :—S.G.L. A terrible fear came over him that the anarchists had been whilst he was away. The chauffeur rang the bell, and as there was no reply, Paolo himself got out and opened the front door. "Father, father! We've c o m e ! " he shouted, but there was no answer. He rushed into the dining-room, quite prepared to find his father lying there dead, killed by the anarchists; but the room was empty. The same was true of every other room in the house, for the servants, who were having their " day out," had not yet returned. He searched high and low, calling piteously, " Father, Father! " But of Luigi no trace could be found—so he returned to Sir Samuel with his disquieting news. " Perhaps he has gone out, and will be back soon," suggested Sir Samuel hopefully ; but Paolo pointed to the letters on the door. " Do you see those letters, sir ? " he said.

" They were not there when I went out. They stand for ' Sons of Glorious Liberty.' It means the anarchists have been here. They have carried him away and perhaps by now he is dead. Oh, I wish I had never left him ! " and Paolo rushed back into the house, followed by Ronald, who found him sobbing bitterly on the couch, where his father had lain such a short time ago. " Cheer up, old fellow," said Ronald. " If you hadn't come to us, perhaps the anar­ chists would have kidnapped you t o o ; and then you wouldn't have been able to set the police after them to rescue your father. I don't think they will kill him. They probably said so to frighten him. We shall find him again." It was with difficulty that Paolo was persuaded to leave the house ; and it was only the wish to lose no time in informing the police that helped him to regain his selfcontrol. No time was lost, for the party proceeded






without further delay to Scotland Yard, where Paolo repeated his story to the Head of the Criminal Investigation Department. This great man listened with keen attention and caused careful notes to be made, especially with reference to all that Paolo had seen at 260 Brown Street; after which he advised them to keep the matter quiet, not to allow the affair to get into the papers, and above all to keep secret the fact, which the anarchists probably did not suspect, that Paolo had discovered their meeting place. Though at present he did not wish that the attempt to assassinate Sir Samuel Overbury should be made known to the world, he promised him as well as the Costas all the protection that trained detectives and constables in plain clothes could afford. Finally, saying he would leave no stone unturned to find Luigi Costa and would at once report to Sir Samuel any new develop­ ments of the case, the officer courteously bade them good day, and they

Luigi had not returned; so the Overburys decided to keep Paolo with them till his mother came back from Brighton or Luigi should be found. As they went along, Paolo noticed a strange car, whic followed them wherever they went, and, being quite unnerved by his recent experiences, he whispered to Ronald that he thought the anarchists were following them. But Sir Samuel, over­ hearing, laughed cheerily. " There is nothing to fear from them, little man," he said. " That car contains detectives from Scotland Yard."
(To be continued.)



will commence shortly in the " B . O . P . " In preparation for the coming cricket season we have arranged for a number of speciallycontributed papers by

the famous Yorkshire and England cricketer. This series will be entitled :

"Do You Want to Play for Your County?"

' Paolo noticed on the front door three large letters chalked : — S . G . L . "

{See p. 366.)






it keeps the coat and skin clean and healthy. From what you tell us we should say that you have been very careless in this respect. Pay more attention to it in future. R. M A Y N A R D . — Y o u r suggestions are practical ones. (2) Try brushing well with a hard brush. (3) What you want is more exercise evidently. Cannot you do more walking ? Keep up the " cold tub " in the spring and summer at any rate, and drop it in the winter months if you find it affects you adversely then. Y O U N G READER.—It is a good ambition to have before you, but its realisation will mean years of hard work. Get text-books on the subject and master t h e m ; take a special course of lectures if you can spare the time. There is no royal road to success in this profession, any more than there is in any other. Patronage may get a duffer into a good post, but if he remains a duffer he will be pushed aside for better men. M O D E L M A K E R . — Y o u will find Meccano quite sufficient for your needs. With it you can construct models of cranes, fire escapes, swing bridges, aeroplanes and windmills, among other things. Write for Booklet B14, and address Meccano, L . & S . , 274B West Derby Road, Liverpool. S A N D Y T. H A T C H ( D E R B Y ) . — T h e name Edinburgh is a corruption of Edwinsburgh, that is, the fort built by Edwin, King of Northumbria (616-633). Dunedin is a mere translation of the name : " dun " signifies berg or hill, and " edin," of course, stands for " Edwin." H . P. S . — Y o u r queries have been answered more than once in this column. Do not send a stamped addressed envelope again; we cannot undertake to reply through the post. (2) Write direct to the Postmaster-General. V. B.—It is a very common occurrence. Y o u have no reason to be alarmed. Your measurements and weight appear to be up to the average.

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fTlHE youth who loves an open-air Ufe, coupled Jwith that of a country gentleman, could not do better than take up Land Agency as his profession. Like most professions this one demands a big sacrifice with little or no financial return. To enter the profession it is necessary that one should remain at school until he has passed the Oxford or Cambridge Senior Local Examination; although this is not absolutely essential as the Surveyors' Institution Preliminary Examination will suffice. The subjects of this examination are. Arithmetic, Algebra, Euclid or Geometry, Composition and Writing from Dictation, English History, Latin, French or German. A small entrance fee is payable and if the candidate is successful he may be enrolled as a Student of the Institution, and a less number of marks will have to be gained in the Intermediate. W e will presume that either of these exams, was taken whilst the student was still at School. The next step will be to enter the practical side of the profession in either of the following ways :-— 1. B y becoming an Articled Pupil to a Land Agent. 2. B y taking up a course of study at an Agricultural College or University. In the first case it must be decided what class of an Estate Office is to be entered, as there are many kinds. For instance, the work of one office may be devoted to an estate where mining is carried out, whilst another may entail the management of an agricultural and sporting property. A third may be a mixed practice near a large town where Land Surveying. Valuing, etc., is also carried on. Having selected the office a premium will in almost every case be demanded. This varies a great deal on the locality and practice. From £80 to £250 may be stated as usual. In some cases the premium may be returned as salary, or perhaps board will be given as part consideration. There is no stipulated length of time for pupilhood, but three years should be the minimum. In the office the pupil will be expected to do ordinary office work, and in his spare time make himself conversant with the details of his profession. In the course of his work he will learn such things as Agriculture, Land Law, Customs of the Country, Building Construction, Forestry, Book-keeping, and general Estate Manage­ ment. The second method of learning the profession is to enter an Agricultural College or University, where he will learn the practice and theory of agriculture and estate work. The cost of such an education may be anything from £75 to £160 per annum for two, three or more years. Aspatria and Cirencester are the two principal colleges for agriculture. The Univer­ sities of Oxford, Cambridge, Reading and Leeds offer good facilities for the study of agriculture. Scholarships and exhibitions are open to the young aspirant. The Surveyors' Institution each year offer two scholarships, value £80, tenable at Oxford or Cambridge for three years; as well as others of less value. The profession does not demand that its members shall take any compulsory examination, although the passing of such as are open to the pupil is a great help afterwards when taking a situation or aa appoint­ ment under the Finance Act or other Government Office. After pupilhood is over the Intermediate of the Surveyors' Institution may be taken. The subjects of the Land Agency section are as follows: Sur­ veying, Levelling and Trigonometry, Book-keeping, Law of Landlord and Tenant, Agriculture (typical subject), Construction and Arrangement of Farm Homesteads, Geology, Agricultural Chemistry, For­ estry or Land Drainage. The National Diploma of Agriculture is another useful qualification of the young agent. The examination is held under the direction of the Royal Agricultural Examination Board. The Syllabus contains : Agriculture (practical), Zoology, Farm and Estate Engineering, Chemistry, Botany, Book-keeping and Veterinary Science. Armed with either of these certificates the pupil will have little difficulty in securing a post as an Assistant at a commencing salary of about £120, or, if fortunate, a full-blown agency with £500 to £1,000 a year with house, and, perhaps, a horse.

B L E C T K I C T A N . — 1 . An article on wireless telegraphy appeared in our last volume and we have another article by the same writer (G. G. Blake) in hand. 2. The articles on the dynamo appeared in our thirteenth volume, those on the Wimshurst machine in the twentieth, on electric bells in the fifteenth, on telephones also in the fifteenth, on lighting in the twelfth. Besides these there were articles on electric toys in the nineteenth volume, on electric motors in the twenty-seventh; and a description of a dry battery appears on page 128 of the fifteenth volume. W . 0 . P U L L IN.—Kedah is the same place as Quedah, a Malay State ceded to Great Britain in 1909, and stretching along the west coast of the Malay Penin­ sula. G. R A N K I N . — T h e r e are books on Estate Management, whioh is the same thing, by 0 . E. Curtis and others. For information apply to the Secretary, Surveyors' Institution, 12 Great George Street, Westminster. Consult the Reference Catalogue at the local library. W . SOHOPLELD.—All our articles on the subject are out of print. Write for the latest book to Upcott Gill, County Press, Drury Lane, or see the list in " Ex­ change and Mart," which you can get at the railway bookstall. You can get a cheap manual on the general management of dogs at almost any bookshop. B O Y D POLTTTS ( M E L B O U R N E ) . — W e are sorry that we cannot use your verges, but they certainlv show promise. If you feel that you have a gift for versemaking, by all means cultivate it. Whether you are ever able to turn it to any practical account or not you will find it a delightful and instructive pursuit. Send us some more of your work some time later. A. M . — N o , a snake does not sting, neither does it bite, strictly speaking. Tl»e action of the reptile in attacking its enemy or prey. is that of striking. What so many ignorant people suppose to be the snake's sting is really its tongue, which is constantly darting in and out of its mouth. R E A D E R . — T h e full quotation is as follows : — " And the night shall be filled with music, And And the cares that infest the day as silently steal away." Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,

J. S . P.—It is not correct to say, or write, " he went further up the stream " ; it should be " farther up the stream." " Further " is not used when distance is implied. A L E C K . (STIRLING).—John Nicholson was killed at the siege of Delhi, after being one of the first to enter the city. He was called " the Lion of the Punjaub." A monument to him stands in the Margalla Pass, on the north-west Indian frontier.

The verse is the concluding one of Longfellow's beautiful poem beginning " T h e Day is Done." This is a poem that you would do well to learn by heart. B O O K L O V E R . — " The Newcomes" and " The Vir­ ginians " are two of Thackeray's books that you should read first. " Esmond," an historical romance, is often placed as the best of his works, and this should be read before the " Virginians," in which some of the same characters appear. F R A N K R O B E R T S . — Y o u r silver coin is a common 2-real of Spain, of the time of Ferdinand VLt. It is not very valuable. R. 6 . M. L.—Grooming is a most important matter, and is too often neglected by those who keep dogs. Besides adding so greatly to the animal's appearance

Impudence! Small girl to young Jones of "our b a n k " i " I say, mister, will yer 'old Willie while I does me bootlace up ? "


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