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I~tc . .. . . DEVOTED TO POLITICS, MORALITY, EDUCATION AND TO THE GENERAL INTEREST OF THE LOUNTRY - - By D. F. BRADLEY & 00. PICKENS, S. 0., THURSDAY, OCTOJER 28 1880 VOL. X-NO 6 S(Written for the Choago L eI SL.ENPY ROL.OW. 1T eaLans W. LoGAx. a adear seoluded valey, between.the hollow of the Idst the rooks and chasm grouping, in the pools ad. marshas rocpingI Stands an ancient Dinji-a ruin in its slow and sure decay; Yet still it rears In broken tiers; it Is falling fast It Is overrun with massa" of the wildgt creeping That have Started from the moisture of the rils. In this hollow, of an evening, not a soul has dared to roam; Though the stllness there is sleeping, and the crescent moon is peeping DoWn Into the Crumbled, broken stonework of the Theep Is adread, as of the dead, that hosts of former style Are still and slowly treading where the moon is always shedding Scattered silver tlrough the fragments of the dome. The willow shades the marshes *ith a waving hedge of green, Its boughs to waters bending, from whose darkest dopthbs are sending Phosphorescent wis grasses to Illume the somber air; It is a sight so ghastly bright that a mortal fain would dare Its solitudes of mystery in quest of ancient history To enllghV the worldly mind upon the things that he had se.n. But when first those broken walls unfolded to our view The dayliht's sun was streaming, and through the ndows soening Like a welcome to the long-forgotten room. 4nd in the sun, unlike a nun alone, I saw a crimson A bu ersly. Itawings, its gaudy trapping, wore Ot1ving from its cloak the morning dew. The glimpse reminded strangely a long-forgotten phaast Tha rushed in freshening surges--through my mind there slowly merges A susjion that I see the noted pirate that one these Tha i's UBbeetrid That tthe 1fery--whiskered Kidd, guarding his treasure hid From the greedy hands of miners that would seek the phantom shiners, That wore thought to have been buried and beneath these wals amassed. In this room they onoo wOre sitting, these pirates hard and stearn, Like the picturea of Miles Standish, dressed in costumes now outlandish, Thou h picturesque in attitudes, like sculptured Moman Clay With fae cold, In rigid mold, until the twilight day, With morning breezes rising, their sordid minds apprising, They vanished to the spirit world, though nightly to return. Distant ghostly sounds were heard to echo through the bare '.Buins of the mill decayed, and through the morn ing's darkness vague, And spectral rushed the rushing streams In broken rills between the hills and from the dark ravines. Clanking chains and fapping sails, that seemed to be amidst the gales Fell with deep distinctness upon the morning air. & ST. HELENA. Cal. [Written for The Chicago Ledger.] THE MYSTERIOUS CADET. A College Reminiscence. BY CARL. This evening. as I was seated on the veranda, with my feet elevated upon the railmgq and leaning back in an arm chair, liessly watching the passers-by on the street, one of them attracted my attention and caused my thoughts to ddit back down tle long corridors of time, and bring up vividly to mind scenes and faces long buried in the past. He was only a boy, this individual1 who had thus suddenly stirred up old memories, and a casual observer would have noticed nothing peculiar* about him except that he was dressed in a suit of cadet gray, heavily bespangled with glit tering buttons, and wore uion his head amap of the sanme color--thie uniformi of E some military college. But as he turned 1 his head for a moment toward me I saw E the letters " A. C. 0." on his cap, sur- < rounded by a glittering wreath. In an I instant I knew that lie was a cadet of the i University of .--. Some of my readers may remember that in the catalo~ue of that university i for the year of 18-~ the name of Leslie Berton appears as a student, and opo- 1 site the name there was a blank where the residence of the cadet should have i p. been. As I have the time at my disposal, I will gratify the morbid curiosityr that any may have upon the suibject. It was at the age of 18 that I entered the university, and it was upon the day 1 of my arrival that I first met Leslie Bar ton. I was standing near the entrance of the college, watching the groups of cadets out upon the parade ground, and, being unacquainted with any one I was feeling decidedly homesick and lone some. I had been standing there some time, trying to devise some plan of getting ~cuainted with the boys, when my at ttion was directed to a youth who was standing a few yards from me, leaning against the orner of the building. My attention was called to him by an excla mation which he had, seemingly, un consciously let fall from his lips, and as I turned toward him I hsayd him mutter: "Yes, it is he. It .is unpossible for me to be mistaken in that face." And as I followed the direction of his eues I saw that he was intentlv watching a cadet who was approaching'the colleg from the direction of-the entrance to the grounds. As he, came nearer I saw that, hough rather small of stature, he was a man of at least 25 years of age. Had it not been for his smoothly-shaven face and the badge of the Olantonian Society which he wore upon his breast, I should have supposed him one of the professors. As he passed I looked into his fisce and met a pair of as wicked, devilish eyes as it is possile to conceive of. It had al 'ways been oustoniary with me to readl a person's character by the eyes, andlIhad fudhat during moy brief experience I had seldom been mistaken in my esti "mate and as this man passed into the building I decided that he was one cadet Whom Idid not care to become intimately acuainted with. .s Ituned from watching him. I found that the boy I had first noticed had moved up quite close to me, and, seeing that I was observing him, he raised his cap from the cluster of crisp, black curls that covered his head. and asked, in a voice that stru k me as being uncommonly low and soft: " Do you khow the gentleman that has just passed?" "No," I replied, "I am a stranger here ; thisis iy first day, and I am not acquainted with any one." " Then we two should become so quainted by all neansts for we are in the Bame f My name is Leslie Barton," he said, holdi' out his hand, which, I noticed, was white, soft and shapely. " And mine is Carl - '" I said, an t took the proffered hand, Just then the cadet I had before ob served entering the oollege ame out and brushed against Lesle Barker in passing. Such a look of mingled hate and disgust as casm -or Jls face -I hope never again to see on a human counte nance. I saw his small white hands clinch till the nails were buried in the flesh. He stepped back as suddenly as though some loathsome re tile had Louched him, and I heard mutter between his clenched teeth: " Ourse him, he does not recognize me, and it is well for him that he does lot." But, remembering that I was tanding near and must have heard his remark, he turned toward me, and, see Lng the look of surprised inquiry upon ny face, he said : " That fellow reminds me very much f aperson I once know." "The remembrance is not a very pleasant one, I should Judge, from the ock you gave him aS he passed," I re ?lied lauging. To this he made no reply, and in a ew minutes bade me good evening and valked into the building. My curiosity was excited. I felt as tured that Leslie Barton knew this man, mnd that he had some reason for hating aim with all the strength of his fiery na ure. I wondered why it was that he lad endeavored to lead me to believe hat he had only recognized a reosem blance to some one he had once known. I'he more I thought about it, the more leeply interested I became. What puz Oled me most was that the stranger had looked directly into Leslie Barton's face is he passed him, and I could detect no ngn of recognition on his part. There was a mystery about these two, I was satisfied, and I determined, if possible, bo discover what it was. During the following day the different 1aases were organized for the term, and ,he cadets assigned to their rooms. Two )oys occupied each room, and, as every oy had the privilege of selectIng hs .oom-mate, I sought out Leslie Barton, md, on the strength of our slight ac iuaintancc, asked him if he would oc mupy the same room with me. He ieemed surprised at my proposition, and nformed me, rather haughtily that he iad made arrangements with Co1. W he commandant, to have a room entire y to himself. " Very well," I replied, turning away, mut he laid his hand upon my shoulder, letaining me for a moment, as he said: " I am sorry I cannot room with you, )ut I always prefer a room to myself. We'll be0 good friends, though, won't " Certainly," I replied, for I had taken astrange interest in this pale-faced boy. I was assigned to a room with Edward Valton, an overgrown, good-natured ort of a fellow from Mississippi, who iad attended the two previous sessions 4 the University. He knew everyone onnected with ilhe college, from the ead Professor down to the old negro vho attended to the buildin~g. One day, abouit a week aftei' my arri pal, I was standing in the hall, in comn ~any with Ed, wheni the cadet who had o excited my curiosity on the day I trst met Leslie Barton passed. "Do you know that fetlow, Ed ?" I " Oh, yes ; that's Oscar Phelps." "fHow long has he been attending chool here ?' " He came in at the beginning of the ast session. Why ?" " Nothing, only he seems pretty old o be attending school. Do you know auch about him ?" "Very little. He's from New Or eans, I believe, and from the way he pent money when he was here last year ie must b~e pretty wealthy. That's Lbout all I can tell you of him. Fact s, he is a queer kind of a cuss, who has rery little to do with the rest of us fel ows." Anhat was all Iould learn about )scar. Phelps. I made inqury of se,.. >ral btier boys, but none of themk ieemed to know more abot't him than '4 iad already learned from E& The mnore I saw of Leslie dato'he >etter' I liked him. He was of a mnodest etiippqtio'n Anud while he l~ 1o intimate rns among the boy's, yet he wr allredy to declare hun "a agodfellow-a little queer in his iotions, but a good one, nevertheless." There was one thing that struck me #p eouliar, and that was tha the never 1xe eived or wrote any letters, or 'ever ipoke of his home or relatives. One lay I asked him which State he was rom. He replied that he had lived in o many different States that he claimed mny and all of them as his home. And, is I saw that he was very reluctant bout conversing upon the subject, I iever referred to it again. J remember distinctly the first time I aw Leslie Bavt.n and Oscar Phelps pk. It wa.s just after our elas m [rench had recited, one day about two nonths after the beginning'of the term. We were leaving the recitation-room, tud were Just without the donr, when Oscar Phelps walked u beside Leslie Bakton and Adressed Ui in sneering tones, " I say, young what's-your-name, you always seem to know your French pretty *ell; I think I'll give you a dol ar a week to poet tag up In all the diglcit translations." Leslie Barton turned toward him with an angry light in his bright, black eyes, and, regarig him with a haughty stare for a moment, asked in a voice which he in vain attempted to make sound natu ral: " Did you speak to me, sir?" Oscar smiled in a most sarcastic a4d tantallaing inanner, as lie replid: "Yes, did it hurt you? " "You will please remember, then sir, that my name is Leslie Barton, and unless you can call me by that name and be ihore respectful in your mannet when addressing me, I would infinitely prefer that you would not speak to me at all." And, as he finished speaking, he walked away to his room. Oscar looked after him for a moment, then, turning tome he asked : "W o the devil is that fellow, any way? One would think from the way he acts that it was necessary to remove one's cap when speaking to him." " His name is Leslie Barton, as he has just informed you " I replied, "and that is all I know of hin." "Know wiere he's from ?" No." "It strikes me I have met him some where before, but curse me if I can re collect where it was. Well, no matter. r learn him before he leaves this school that it is better to have Oscar Phelps' friendship than ls enmity." * * * * * Months passed, and it was drawing near the close of the term. 1 had never heard Leslie Barton and Oscar Phelps exchange a word since the occasion pre viously mentioned. They seemed to avoid each other by mutual consent, and, though I had been unable to fathom the mystery that I was satisfied connected these two, yet I hoped that they would separate at the end of the term without having had any trouble with each other. But I was disappointed, as the sequel will show. One Saturday, just before the com mencement, Leslie Barton met me as I was on m-y way to my room, and asked me if we could have a few minutes' pri vate conversation together. I replied in the affirmative, and invited him to accompany me to my room, secretly wondering what lie could want of me. After locking the door to preclude the possibility of an intrusion, we seated ourselves, and I waited impatiently to hear what his business was. After a few moments? during which time he appeared lost im thought, he suddenly looked up and asked: "Carl -, are you a friend to me ?" "Certainly, Barton," I replied; "but why do you ask ?" " I have a favor-a very great favor to ask of you. You are the only one I have been on anyhn like intimate terms with since I have been here, and yet I hardly think our acquaintance has been of sufficient length to justify me in expecting the favor I am about to so licit." " Anything I can possibly do for you will be done cheerfully, Barton," I re plied, anxious to know what it was he wished me to do. Again he was silent for a brief time. At length he spoke : ",Carl, I am to fight a duel this even ing. "'.The devil you are 1" I exclaimed, spingn up from my chair. "e he replied, " this evening at 5 o'clock. "' " With whom ?" I asked, having some what recovered from the astonishment his words had caused. " With Oscar Phelps. The arrange ments are all made between us. We are to fight in the cedar grove just be yond the college grounds, with pistols at ten paces distance. What I want is for yuto act as my second. Will you " But, Barton," I asked, " have you thought of what the consequences may be ? I have heard that Phelps is a dead shot with a pistol." " I have thought of everything," he replied. " You will be surprised, Carl, when I tell you I came here to hunt this man. Oscar Phelps he calls himself, but that is not his real name ; what his name is, no matter. For two years I have been seeking him, and only acci dentally found that he was here under an assumed name. He has wronged me 9deeply that only his life can atone orteijury. My name is not Leslie Warton, and I am not what I seem. I iight tell you tho story of my life, but Swould do no good, and it better rest mitold. Phelps has no idea that I am the one whom he so foully wronged in the yeas gneby, and I have no wish that he holdknow it. One of us, perhaps both, may fall ; for, as you say, Phelps as a godshot, but hie has none the ad vatage of me in that respect." "Now, Carl, knowing what you do, will you act as my second in this affair ? If you refuse, I must fight without one." What could I do ? Leave this friend less boy to fight that mani, without a single friend near to see fair play ? It was against my nature, and I did what I think most boys of my age would have done under similar circumstances-I agreed to act for him. " Thank you, Carl," ho said, taking my hand. " If you are over placed in a position like this I hope you may find a friend as true. t have only one request to make ; should I fall, have me buried in the cedar grove where the fight will Lake place, and in ihe same nlothes T am then wearing. "oU W Ad mtdalent money in the: hands of te 1esidept of the oollege to defray all expesss. I deposited it with him when I paid my tuition. And -with that he again'plessed my hand, and left the room. At tweity hiinites to lie, I arnived at the grove and found Leslie Barton already there, walking back and fotth beneath the tall cedars, whose thick boughs were so closely interwoven as to almost entirely exclude the rays of the setting sun. As I approached, I noticed that he had discarded the college uniform, and was dressed In a neatly-fitting suit of black broadcloth, and wore upon his head a narrow-brimmed white hat. H9e did not observe ine until I was quit. close to him, and then, glancing up with a sinile, he said "You are the prince of pnctuality." "Phelps has not arrived yet?' I asked, looking around. "No; but he will be on tone," he re plied. " I never heard of hia being late on .an occasion like the present." "Then this is not his first ? " I asked, in surprise. "No; Oscar Phelps has made more than one vacant chair in what, bt t for him, would now be happy homes." " What kind of pistols will you use ?" I asked. He stepped to the foot of a large tree, and pick up a black ebony case, which I found, upon opening, to contain a pair of gold-mounted pistols, the finest I had ever seen. They were Colt's latest improved patent, 38 caliber. Such a weapon in the hands of one skilled in its use would easily kill a man at forty yards, and the were to fight at ten paces. I shuddered. " They are coming," said Barton, in terrupting me in my examination of the pistols. I looked in the direction indicated by him, and saw Phpelps, accompanied by a cadet named Mumfee, with whom I had but a very slight acquaintance. They raised their caps politely as they came up; Barton acknowledged the presence of Mumfee with a haughty sa lute, but did not deign to notice Phelps. " We are on time, I presume? " said Mumfee, looking at his watch. "Yes," I rephed, " and have several minutes to spare before the time ap pointed." "Then let me see you a moment," he said. And we walked apart from the others. "Do you know how this trouble orig inated ? " he asked, when we were out of hearing. ."No," I replied; "don't you? My principal did not consider it necessary to tell me." " Just the case with mine. I say, this is going to be a bad business for us, I'm afraid. They say Phelps is a sure shot." "Yes, and, from what I can learn Barton is no indifferent hand with a pis tol." " I presume those are the weapons to~ be used," ho said, pointing to the case II held in my hand. " Let me see them, please." I handed him the pistols, and saw by the way he handled them that he was familiar with such things. He examined them closely for several moments, and then said : " One or the other of those boys is doomed." Before I had time to reply Phelps called to us : " Gentlemen, time's up." We walked-back to where he and Bar ton were standing, a little apart from each other, and, having selected suitable ground, Mumfee measured off ten paces. We then carefully loaded the pistols, after which I walked to where Barton was stauding. "Is everything ready?" he asked, as I came up to him. " Yes. Is there anything you want to say ?" " Nothing, except to thank you for your kindness to me, and to ask of you to see thiat my instructions of this morn ing are carried out. Don't tr~y to dis cover what my real name is, for it would be useless." And without another word he took his position. Phelps was already in his place with his pistol in his hand. I handd Lslie the pistol selected for him, and walked off a few steps to his rit. A moment's silence, and then Mum fee, who was to give the word, cried out: " Gentlemen, are you ready ?" " Ready," came from both. " One !" They both raised their pistols, and the sharp, metallic "click, click," of the locks resounded upon the evening air. "' Two!" I looked at Leslie Barton. Not a muscle moved. His face was hard and stern, and there'was that same light in his handsome black eyes that I had no ticed on the day that Phelps addresseg him in the hall of the college. " Three !" Simultaneously the reports of both pistols rang out-so near together were they that it seemed that but one pistol had fired. My eyes were fixed upon Leslie, and at the crack of the pistols I saw him stagger for a moment, drop his pistol and clasp both his hands over his left breast, and, before I could reach him, he hiad fallen backward to the ground. As I raised his head upon my knee he save one or two gasps, a convulsive skiud <aer passed over him, and he was still. Unclasping his hands from his breast, I saw where the ball had entered, just over his heart, and I knew tha the sirit of Leslie Barton had taken its fiht frnm ti WQX1A. Layfi hid head gently back upon the, ground, turned and saw Mumfee bend Mg over the proatrate form of .Phelps. Approaching I asked: "Is he badly hurt ?" "Badly hurtt I the devil. Why, he was dead before 14e ouched the ground. Look at that " and he pointed to a bul let-hole just between the eyes. "'How about Barton ?" " He is dead, too. Shot directly through the hea"rt, For a time we wet both silent. Mum fee was first to speak, "Well " he said, risiag, " sonmething must be iOne-Oqno of 'us must report this at the college. Will you go ?" " Yes" I e lied, and, without, a mo ment's delay, Iurried to the college. I found .ol. W- in his room,.and re ported the affair to him. At- .Arst he seemed to think I wai, drugk or crasy, but -hen I told him tiat CadeUsBaiton and Phelps were lying dead 'in the oe dar grove he sprang from his chair, ex claiming S " And you assisted these two in mur dering each other ?" - " I acted as Barton's second, sir," I replied. "Then go to your room and consider yourself under close arrest. You will answer to a higher court than a college court martial,' and, seizing his hat, he hurried from the room. I went up to my room, and threw my self into a chair. My state of mind can more easily be imagined than described. In a few minutes I heard footsteps as cending the stairs, and then the key was turned in my door, from the outside, and the steady tramp of some one back and forth before my door told me that a sen tinel was on guard there. The hours dragged wearily on, and, just as the clock in the hall told the hour of 10, the door was opened and a cadet came in with orders for me to report to Col. W-- immediatel. He followed me down the long hallway, down the stairs to the door of the Commandant's room. I entered, but the guard re mained on the outside. I found Col. W- excitedly walking the floor. Turning to me, he asked, fiercely : " What did you know of Leslie Br' ton?" "Nothing, Colonel, until to-day, when lie told me his name was not 'e Bar ton," I rephed. "Did he tell you what his name was ?'b " He did not, but he told me some thing else." And I told him of the coa. versation I had with Barton, and whist he said in reference to injuries received at the hands of Phelps, and that his on object in attending the college was seek out Pholps, and be revenged. "Then I can tell you something-thai you did not know,' he said. " Lesl4i Barton was a woman. No one ever,, dreamed of it until since her death. I have not the slightest idea who she was" or where she came from, for she declined to give any place of residence when she entered. But why I have sent for you is this : You will be arrested to-morrow if you are here, and my advice to you is to leave to-night, and the further you are from this town to-morrow mornmng the safer you will be. There is a tramin leaves in twenty minutes ; when it goes out, be sure that you are among its paa sengers. Don't bother about your bag gage : you can write back and have it shipped to you." 'The advice was too good not to be fol lowed. I went to my room and changed my uniform for a lain citizen's clpthes, hurried to the depot, boardedl the train just as it was pulling out, and before daylight the next morning I was in an other State. A week afterward I read an account of the affair in a newspaper, but so differ ent was it from what really occurred that, had it not been for the naumes, I should have failed to recognize it Las the same. The mystery was never cleared up and in the cedar grove where she fell and was buried there stands a marble shaft, erected by the cadets of the college, with the name of Leslie Barton upon it, and underneath the Latin injunction, Nil mortuue niae~mn. PRATTYILLS. Ala. -~'i A Satisfactory Candidate for Life In surance. Josh Billing%' says : "I kum to the conclusion lately that life was so onsar tin that the only wa. for me tu stand a fair chance with other folks was tu git my life insured. and so i kalled on the Agent of the G'arden Angel Life Insur ance Co., and anis~wered the following questions, which was put tum me over the top ov apair ov goold specks, by a slik little fat old feller, with a little round grey head, and as pretty a little belly on him as enny man ever ownred : Ques tion-1st. Are you mail or femail ? If so, pleze state how long you have been so. 2d. Are you subject to fits, and if so, do yu have more than one at a time? ted. Did, yum ever have enny ancestors, anid it iso, hd* mnuch ? 4th. Du yuever have enny nite mp? 5th. Meyu married and single, are yu a bachelor? 8th. Do yu believe 'in a future state ? If yu do, state it. 7th. Have yu ever committed suicide, and if so, how did it seem to affect ynu? After answering the above q~uestions, 1ik4 a man, in the con firmotif the slL tle fat old feller 'th goold specks on olI wasin life, and proberly would rerauln so: , a term ov years. I than~lke&dbhIu~, smiled one ov my mostpely NOT less than one-third of' who So to the Tower of L Americans. A writer to on~ glish newspapers, in comm this, hints that we in Amprioa greater interest in the historioj of England tha thQ~nu VITH AND POINT A 3Asu singer---4e,!te.kettle. A PoLZ light man-The lamplighter. As A physiological feet it may be ien tioned that negroes are not light-fin gered. Tnx ma, who-died In harness - bly forgot to shufia offi mI r WHi to go when short of money Go to work. STANGEc t0 shy, wben the mosquito is on the wing he is always at hum. LONIDAN" was one of the or*i* deadheads. He held the pass at Thr. mopyles. In rr an evidence of a low taste when a mAn gets on his knees to drink from a .brook? HAS it ever occurred to base-ball men that a milk pitcher is generally a good 1y"catche I Tama *is not much danger when it rains "cats and dogs ;" but, when it Spits dogs, look out. THE baker's business should be profit able; a good part of his stock is rising while he sleeps. ALLUDING to Beecher's estimate that one female house-fly will lay s,2000 eggs in a season, the Curch Umon thinks "it is a pity a fly couldn't be grafted on a hen.' WoMEN have cheek enough to wear men's hats on their heads, but there is one thing they dare not do: Not one of them dare remove her hat in public aud dust off the bald spot.-,Detroit Jte. Press. Touiw-f'I say, boy, what's the name of that hill yonder ?" Boy " Dunno." Tourist-"Don't know? What I lived hei all your life and don't know the name of it?" Boy-"No; the hill was here afore I 6om'd," " DD you find Mr. Spriggins, Pat rick?" "I did, Burr." "What did he say ?" " Niver a worrud surr." "Not a word? Not a word ? Why not, Pat rick ?" "Because he was out, Surr," " Out! I thought you uaid you found him." "I did, surr, found him out." t West ' a divorce within ~iin ~ ~ tb~man's he oilan't had a a. boy un lesson. however, an drawing a ionbreath, to te boy. " If I wasn't m d be the greatest, dankey ou OLGEA halir ieamr" the 0 a gy - a V_ ~U it out sh u i ten more will come to ralied the one who mad 0discovez. 'Pl91ck 16 ees" said te d-hriz 'no consequence how iA *~efuneral, provided athey. come . Wwa he was quick at-A clerk was discharged, and aske($hae raon. Yo are so awfal slow about everthn," said his employer. -"You de txe an . justice," responded the clerk, *V~~r is one thing I am not slaati. should like to hear you * asnee8 the employer. " Well," said pleyZ.k, slowly, ','nobody can get tired 's quick as I can." ______ They Can't Help It. There is a limit beyond which the housewifo who has eagerly plunged into the canning and preserving season can not go. There are only 1,500 known methods of p)uttinlg up peaches. It may take her sometime to get to the last one, but she'll reach it in time. The latest estima~te places the number of fruit jars on sale in this country at 80,000,000. No housewife can secure more than her pro portion of these. After she has asked her husbaid seventy-eight doriseensive times to "send up auiothu.er of those cans," there mitst oomae.uU'Js y ariaooutqy, but vinter is th aeaendsa aton ash tsume sov lenhg thani anag .afue aain aso phaer ,h despair t issm an to A.