NEWS BY MAIL.

Gisborne Times, Volume LXXII, Issue 11448, 24 February 1931, Page 6

NEWS BY MAIL.

A REMARKABLE PREMONITION

The editor of the “Spectator” recently offered a prize ior the most interesting instance of premonition. Captain Donald Anderson sent the following most amusing account which occurred in the wilds of Australia :

It was in Northern Queensland, where land holdings are very big. With two companions I had ridden out from the homestead in search of a mob of cattle. Having established a central camp at about a week's ride from home, we set out with a packhorse, carrying enough “tucker” ior the few days we expected to be away on a more detailed search.

Unfortunately the cattle were not where we expected them to he. and some days before we could return to the camp our supplies of everything, except salt lteef, flour and tea, were exhausted. There was no danger of starvation, for the l>eef and flour were enough to keep us going for a considerable time; and, even if that had not been so, we could easi.y have got back to camp before hunger go* the better of us. What upset u-s was the absence from our bill of fare of sugar and jam. Without sugar in some form our bodies were listless, and the food we ate, though filling and nourishing, tasted like sawdust. On the third day of this misery we were sitting in a row on a fallen tree trunk having our midday meal.- The conversation was confined to speculation upon the wheieabouts of the “perishing” cattle, and to grousing about our physical condition. Thinking to lighten the tone by a little facetiousness, I remarked casually:

“I wonder if there is any jam in

this trunk.’’ For the trunk we were sitting on was old, and therefore, of necessity, hollow. My remark was greeted with the derision it was intended to provoke.

“Poor Donald's going mad!” was the opinion of one of my companions. Having started my little joke, I decided to go through with it. I rose from where 1 was sitting, knelt down at the end of the trunk, pushed my arm into its hollow centre and pulled out —an unopened tin of Tas manian jam.

The expression on my friends iaces when they saw the treasure trove was not, as it should have been, one of gratitude towards an all-providing Deity. They were absolutely scared and looked at me as if 1 were a sorcerer —for few tilings could be more unusual than that, happy find in the depths of the unsitrveyed hush. L myself have often since wondered whether my little joke was not the coincidence which 1 thought it at the time, hut was directed by some at present unexplained force. Nevertheless. Captain Anderson, who gives his address as 96 Piccadilly, London, W.L. did not win tne prize, which went to the relative of a man who is said to have foreseen the time and very nearly the manner of his death at sea,

WEALTHY MAN’S DISGUISE.

LIFE AS A LABOURER

A fatal road accident at Lewes has led to the disclosure that Mr Scott Kent Charrington, aged 63. a member of the family of London brewers, has been working as a farm labourer.

Ilis identity was not suspected until his relatives appeared after liis death to arrange for his burial in the family vault at Brookwood, near Woking, Surrey.

He was a twin soil of the late Mr Harry Cliarrnigton, of Park Crescent, Brighton. For some years past lie had lived with a chimney sweep in a small tenement in one of the back streets of Lewes, He was a good worker and had never said anything about his past. He appeared to he content with his life, and the only thing which gave any indication that lie had seen better days was that, he wore clothes a little hotter than those usually worn by men of the class he pretended to belong to. It was never suspected that ho had aii allowance that would have enabled ' him to live , in comparative affluence. . .

Mr Oharrington was walking home from work-mi a farm about- three nVle.s -from .the town when .he was knocked down by a motor, cycle. At the inquest a .verdict of Accidental Death was returned.

WHIPPING POST REVIVED. FOR ROBBERS IN LONDON. LONDON, December- 13. Increased, use of pistols in robberies , here , has brought about’ the revival of an old English institution, the whipping' post. The robbery yt a railroad ticket office, ju which three youths using empty pistols, stole about £SOO. was a “cause celebre” in the English press. .Following sentence of the culprits to imprisonment, at luird labor, the court i ordered “twenty lashes” for each of the trio. .

ON THE VERGE.

MANY A ONE BROUGHT BACK FROM THE BRINK.

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