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Administrator's Notices, .$6 00 .'Notices.of Dismissal of Guardians, Ad ministrators, Executors* &c.$9 00 Contract Advertisements inserted upon the ipiost liberal terms. ?'to:? MARRIAGE and FUNERAL NOTICES, ?not exceeding one Square, inscrtod without roharge. Terms Cash 5n Advance. .PERRY MURPHY, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BRANCH ?. %L Will practice to the Courts of Ornnge 1)urg, Cnlleton und ?aruwoill. feb 7 rim Drs, D. Wl Barton & Tlios. Legare. Itaving united a?K*m?elvcH in the ippoctic?*. MEDICINE underthe name of HARTOS& LEG ARK. tffers thokr .^ctcs-iional | services to-the Tonn of Orangc*>M<rg and HiirroiinJing ?^'??intrj-. Ofiict hour* from *=to 0J A. M. aud 7 to S)j at night. s Office ???|^i?fftl^(St -two doors below J, ?It. H n in ill on'-c '1!<"- ! dec 27 3^T:l L^IS O AGI^NT TJne Unde.rsij*ned litis opened an OFFIC2D (rjfcCr the SALE of LAN U. {Persons kaviog REAL ESTATE to dis pose ^of'a-aJl do well** register tho same ;for calc. ? LARGE FARMS suWIvided oud sold in either.LARGE or SMALL parcels. G?OD' FARMS for sale at from $2 to $6 per i-.crc, oh easy terms. AUGUSTUS B, KNOWLTON, ' Oradgeburg C. IL, 8. C nov 16 ( If jrott have oo Land, ?? Buy as much as you want on EASY TERMS at ine LAND OFFICE of AUG. B. KNOU'LTON. hot l? tf llr jrfe'ca have More Lnn^thun jyou can PAY TAXES on, Register it for wie at the LAND OFFICE of AUG. B. KNOWLTON. ? If yon .nave I^crs Land than ' you want, BUY MORE nt the LAND OFFICE of AUG. B. KNOWLTON. Pill d B. TABEIi. JLRWISVILLE, S. C;, (BT. MATTHEWS P. 0.,) juno5 1873 tf . J. FEIML MEYERS, TRI AX JIJ&TICJS. OFFICE COURT HOUSE SQUARE, Will give prompt .attention .to ill business ?atrasted to him. mar 29?tf Browning & Browning, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, ?BAKOEBUR? .?. II., So. Oa. ILVLCOLJI L BltOWMJfQ. A F. BnowwiNa, nsv ? :? /?-. ( | ' AUGUSTUS B. KNOWLTON ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW, , . ?BANOEBIIHCI, S. C. jaly 8 IRJAjT, JUSTICE, ridencoJm Fork' of 95?|tqiot ._LL BUSINESS ENTRuiBTER rW hp ?rqmptly and'sarefplljr attended to. hxlj M The Imago Seller. BY SHIRLY BROWNE. 'linages, images I Please buy my images I' Four words of English were all that Francesco Recdo oould speak; a pale, slim strippling, with great dark eyes, and! a complexion stained with the olive of his native land. But be had a pleas ant smile, aud the glimmer of his white teeth from door to door was like the \ wave of a frieodly hand. And although his liugual command of tho language was but small, he could understand a deal more than he was able to ex press. So that not unnaturally, his bro.vn face flushed scarlet, as ho stood with his tray of images at Mrs. Topthrono,s door, nnd that matron sorcamed out to her youngest hope, who had opened 'Ono o' them dirty, thiavin' forignor.i with his niggor face aud his parley voos as I wouldn't trust in the same rooms where my spoons was?no, not for nothiu'! Send him about his business! Tell him we dou't waut none of his trash I' And poor Francesco turned away, mortified and dejected. It has been a long, sultry sunim^r day, aud as yet Francesco had sold nothing. The image tray was heavy? j?o wus Francesco Reedo's heart. '1 will once again,' he muttered to him i*Jbt\ in his native language. 'Once? nnd Uten t'if 1 prove uus?ucessfal, I will nooept iny if ate ! At tho next house he paused with his uiUhica-l ?ory of 'Images I' inn ages! Please buy my inniges!' A yotwtg gH came to the door fresh faced, like a daisy, with blue, jdcasant eyes. ?Oh, enaantna,1 "?she crief, 'what! pretty; plaster iumgeta- AJajf I buy mio?' Francesco"^ ?ej'e* bi?gkt-ev?d. tfJhe plcasa'ax amile oujue back to ti.i mouth, as he loosed a lihlevflatncTtu td -a child's ligure from its abiding place lJJcila jiijliu,' he uttered, bidding it up and the girl bought it. 'Won't you hajvc a driuk of irate*!'' she said, artlessly. 'It's a warm day. and you look tired.' Ftancexco a mi led and uoddci. 'Grazie! he cried; 'mofti"yrazie mgno r?ia.' don't understand you,' suid the girl, laughing; 'but here is the wa ter.' 'Rosamond.' said the voice of a plump, kindly faced matron, who came by just then, 'give the poor fellow a psecc ofthat cake you baked this more iug. I'll warrant it won't come amiss. Are you hungry, my boyl" Frnucesoo smiled and nodded again, and Rosamond Ellis watched him, with an amused smile, as be eagerly devour the home made cake and drank the cool water. , jFranccBco Recdo shouldered his bur den again, an trudged away. Mrs. Ellis aujd her daughter, Rosamoad, forgot all about the poor Italian wanderer in half an hour?but Franoesco's memory was more tenacious. 'Hold!' he said to himself, 'she was like an angel, with thoso soft, pityiug eyes. She bought of me, and paid me my prico?she gave food and drink Rosamond! RosainoodI Sho shall bo my saint, my fair divinity! And the name upon tho door was E-l-l-i-s, EUis. I will not forgot. I am poor and friond less, but I remember tho fable of the Lion and the Mouse. Some tirao I may bo able to thank my Rosamond with the blue eyes. * It was a foolish sort of a day droum but what else had Francesco Reedo to amuse himself with? The lamps sJoog tho street wcro light oil, when he returned to his dismal home in one of the narrowest and mostswarm ing of the down towu stroots. The landlord, a burly Neapolitan, who kept a grocery on the lower floor, stood at the door, in his shirt sleoves, smoking * long Clay pipe. ?How goes it, my friend 1' quoth be Francesco Bhook his head. 'There's a letter for the, within,'said Antonio, 'a legal letter, with sof.L* of red wax. Courage, my friend perhaps thou net come into a fortuno" j And be langhed loudly at his own wit. Antonia ,Cosari was a truo prophet, although be 'pretendod to uo gift of second sight?and as Francosoo sat reading tho letter that told him of his inheritance on the death of a distant relation, of a largo estate, he felt al most as if he were in a droam. ?Rich !' he muttered to himself. '1 ! that but an hour ago was selliug images through the streets! I, the owner of the villa Paggiolo! I, the landlord of peas nuts without number! Rut hold! I shall not loavo tho country where my good luck came to mo that would iudeod be blind folly! I am but seventeen, I will make myself a learned man?a son of all nations!' So began tho second ohapter of Fran ccsc o Rccdo's lifo ! 'Mother I had better see the land lord myself',' said Rosamond Ellis, wist fully. '1 don't believe he will be hard on us, just as wo have buried poor fath er,' Mrs. Ellis shook her head?a head now grizzled over by the snows of care aud sorrow more than of years. 'Poor child, you do not know what landlords are made of,' she sighed. 'Besides, it is not old Mr. Murray who owns these houses now. They have been sold to a -stranger?a foreioger, I think, as I knve hoard.' Whoever it may be,' said Rosamond, bravely, 'he must hare a human heart within his bosom. 1 will tell him our story. I will beg him to wait for. the rent a little while. And, mother, I think he will consent.' Mrs. Ellis shook her head, sorrowful ly; sno knew more of the world than did her daughter. ?Atdcast, I can but try skid, Rosa mond. 'Kiss me mother, and wish mo good luck. And thus the fathrrlcss young girl, dressed Vn deep mourning, sailed forth upon her uncertain expedition.4 The ngrtit j*xt as usual, in the little "tter a par into iati >u !' It is not usual; but t'htMn.yours is ?.?t. u usual case. May t- ?ciflR-c -mud r-ex: }ou t<? morrow ave ing?' He caran, an I with bi n hn brought the deeds of tho littlrf brick cottige 'For me *esign ?' Mrs. Kllis vague ly asked. ^No, tuadam, for you to koep. They arc a present.' ,But do?' 'Stop just a moment, please,' said Mr. Reedo, quietly, 'and let me tell you a brief tale ofa poor, wandering Italian, who came hungry and athirst to your house, scliiug images. You bought one of them.?-I see it on the uiancal now? yo'i gave him food aud drink. With that day the luck of his life turnod, and he has ticver forgotten it. Keep the deeds in memory of that kind ao tiou.' So Francesco Reedo left thom. But became again in a few days? and yet again?aud Rosamond learned to listen for hi? footsteps, and colorod up with delight when she hoard the welcome acents of his voice. Just a year afterwords they were married, and on their wodding day, Francesco Reedo told her, with tender light in his eyes: ?My sweet saint, I hvve loved you ever Bince you gave me that driuk of cold water on the steps.' Getting Them Out. A family named Prather, says the Detroit Free Press, occupyiug a house on Croghan street, have paid no rent for three mouths, and tho landlord has bcon trying to get thorn out. Ho took away tho front steps as a gontlo hint, but they lived right on. Then ho got hold of the front door key, but thoy went around to tho side door. Tho landlord then put a carpontenor in the parlor to make repairs, but tho family moved into the kitchen, and were ?tili happy. After due consideration the landlord took tho windows out of tho parlor and bedroom, but tho family had a good stove and plenty of wood. Next after learning that he hadn't discour aged his tenants, the owner of tho house went iu and rumoved all tho doors and windows; leaving the pure air of heaven rushing through the old coop liko a rupaway mule Ho thinks they they will leavo in a day or two, but it is doubtful, as pedestrians who panned the houno in the afternoon saw tho chil dren playing horse in the windows and the father seated on tho bed mending a rat-trap. Tl?o Secret of the 4tBhie^Ioj5ei?' A more charming little wifejor'a hap pior little homo than GeorgXj Burton bad, soldo n falls to the lot of h.ny man. His Annette and tho cheery, blithe some cottage of which she wnfc the mis tress, so wonderfully became cBlih other, and got to be so associated in hjis fancy, thaj, it is hard to tell which b? thought smilr-d upon him tho sweetestVolcjrae on his return to thorn for rest jaf',er the burdensome labors of tho day. t il George Burton was a hortj.working lawyer. Day in and day o?t he vns busy studying and trying cases! It was only at home, in tho evenings, that he could call his time his own, land spent it as ho cboso, which was /penally in reading or talking to Annette. But even then he kept a "don'T supplied with law-books and other implements for work, whither ho would retire, on occasion, to consult with BOi)ia impor tunate client. That room was Annette's? aversion. When George shut himself up in it he was lost to her for the rest tho oven ing. She called it tho "Blu^Closet j" but, unlike the hapless FatimiV she felt uo wish to explore its Bccrcts./ Perhaps it might have been different had her husband kept the door locked and the key 15 hifl pocket. /..] It was ono of George's wof'king even ings, and Annotto went td spend an hour with her chatty little; neighbor, Mrs. Cherrup, hoping her f husband would be disengaged by tho time sho got back. But on her return, tho door of the Blue Closet was ht'W shut, and a light streamed through the keyhole. With a sigh of disappointment, An nettc was passing on to the lrjttlc parlor to wait till George's worl( was done, wl,eu she heard '''^so^jJBjffcio^ one of them a woman's, broken nvith bobs, the other that of her husband, in lo>v and earnest tone*. She distinguished the words "deceiver" and "villain," uttered by the former, followed by some thing that sounded like a rcmunstrauce on George's parL Annette had never known what it was to be jealous, and was not more curious than tho average of her sex ; but tor once sho felt an unaccountable desire to penetrate tho secrets of the Blue Closet. It is hardly probable she would have peeped through the keyhole, though possibly she might have stayed te listen longer if the opening of the door had not put her to flight. She heard the footsteps of George and his visitor along the passage, aud the opening nnd closing of tho hall-door us they went out together. What could it all mean ? No lady olionts had ever called there before. Then the sobs, the passionate exclamations, George's earn cat remoustrauce?all takon together perplexed her entirely. Sho sat down and tried to read, but the words hud no meaning. Halfan hour elapsed, aud George did uot re turn. She began to feel uneasy, yet wouldn't admit as much to herself. What wa? thero, after all, hi George's goiug out with.tho strunge lady 'I At that hour it would have been rude not to see her safo whore she was going. Still, Annette would have much pre ferred it had George been at her side at that moment. She hardly know what impelled her toward tho door of tho Bluo Cloaot. Somehow it possessed u strange fnscina lion for her. It stood open, aud a light was burning within. She entered, and approach od her husbaud's writing-desk. Gu it lay an openod letter. Between her and Georgo thero were no Beeret?, and she took it up mechanically. The words wero traced in a woman's hand, and purported to bo written by an absont wifo to hor husband. "Dear Georgo," the letter begun; and, after goiug on to announce the writer's inten tion soon to rejoin him from whom aho had been so long unhappily separated, it wouud up with "Y ->ur AHeotiouate Wife." Annette stnggored as if under a blow. She had not known George long before their marriage. He had oomo from a distant city, aud they had met as atran gets. But ho had shown himself in all things so truo and noble that sho would not have hesitated to stake her life up on his honor. And now, to find that he had another wife?that sho was not his wifo 1 the thought was maddeniug. ? One f eeling took possession of her. She must fleo from that bourse on the iustaut. To rcmaiu longer in it would be to add to her disgrace. She hastened to her room, hurried on her bonnet and shawl* and without stop ping to consider whither she should go, with rapid steps passed out of the door, and turned her back upon the homo where hitberic she had known nothing but happiness. "Go back, Ponto," she said, to a magniGcent Newfoundland dog that came bounding to her side. Go hack, poor fellow," she added, more kindly ; aud a tear full on Poato's shaggy head as she patted it gently at parting. The night was dark, and the place was just remote enough from the city to render it unsafe, at such an hour, for a lady to go out unattended. But An netto heeded not the danger. Her heart was breaking with a trouble that left no room for any other. Suddenly a light flashed in her face, and two men sprang into the path be fore her. "Yout pnrso, watch, and jewels !" ex claimed one of them, laying a rude hand upon her shoulder, while the other kept the gleam of his lantern turned up on her. Before Annette dared or had time to cry ont, trusty l'onto had the fir.st ruffian by the throat, and before assistance could be rendored by his accomplice, the latter was grappled by one far more than his match in strength and courage In short, Pnnto, who had thought it wise to follow his mistress, in spite of orders, and Ponto's master, who was returning after escorting his charge to der destination, had just been in time to rescue Aunctte from her fearful peril. "What, in Heaven's name, brought you here, Annette?" asked George, after assistance had some and the rob bers hud been scoured. "Can you ask," she replied, *'after that terrible letter ?" "What letter?" "The one 1 found on your desk, j ust now, from your furnier wife 1" ".My former wife I" The truth Hashed on George's mind. "Why, Annette, you were uever silly enough to believe that letter was ad dressed to me I It was one that fell into the hands of a poor lady who came to consult mc this evening, and which is addressed to the man whom she has hitherto believed her husband, by a former wife, as it would seem. The scamp, it appears, is named George, like myself. It would bo a fortunate thing if *tny uuhappy client would turn out to be as much mistaken ns you have been." Annette wanted to cry and beg George's pardon, but he kissed away both the tears and the words ; and when, leaning on her husband's arm, she crossed the threshold of her still happy home, Annette promised herself never again to pry iuto the secrets of tho Blue Closet. Thoughts for Saturday Night. The soul is strong that trusts in good noBR. Humanity, like darkness, reveals the ??heavenly light?. There is nothing on earth divino be sides humanity. A good man enlarges the term of his own existence. To have ideas is to gather. To think is to weave them into garlands. It ifl easy to look down on others; to look down on ourselves is tho dirti culty. What we need most is not so much to realize the ideal as to idoalixe the real. Ingratitude is aWays a kind of weak ness. I have never soon that clover men have been ungrateful.?Feothe. God gives manhood but ouo clew to succcs?utter and exact justice; that ho guurrantces shall bo always expedi ency. Th conly way to make tho mass of mankind see tho beauty of justice is by showing them in pretty plain terms the conscquouco or injustice. 1 had rather nevor leccivo a kiudnoss than never bestow ono. Not to return a benefit is the greater sin, but not to confer it is the earlier.?Seneca. What hun surprised me most in his tory is to read of so few kings who hare abdicated their thrones?not above a dozen or two at the most.?Sterne. There is a perennial nobleness and even aacrcdnegs in work. Were we ever bo bonighted, forgetful of bis high colling, there 16 always hops in a man that actually and eamastly works.' The happincs of life may be greatly increased by small courtesies, in which tho re is ne parade, whoso voice is too still to tease and which manifest them s civ en by tender nud affectionate looks and little kind acti of attention. A Fickle Woman. In 1749 occurred an odd episode in John Wesley's life. On one of bis missionary journeys he had been taken sick at Newcastle, where ho was nursed by Grace Murry, one of his female "helpers," a handsome, clever widow of four-and-thirty, Wesley himself boing twelve years older. IIa asked ber to marry him. She soemed amazed, and replied, "This is loo great a blessing. I cannot tell how to believe it. This is oll I could have wished under heaven ." Wesley, quite naturally, took this as a formal betrothal. But Grace had not long before nursed John Bennett, a Methodist preacher, of about her own ago ; and Wesley was soon astounded by a joint letter from Grace and John, asking his cons :nt to their marriage Thon ensued a comedy lasting for months, tho like of which no playwright has ventured to put on the stage.'Grace would have been quite content with either of her lovers, were it not for the other. :'.-)?,> Si .??tili > -1 ? But, contray to all example, it was tho absent one whom she wanted. When V\ eeloy was with her she longed for Bennett; when Bennett was present i she louged for Wesley. How many times she broke and renewed her on gagement with each it would be hard to tell. "I love you," she said to Wosley, "a thousand times better than I ever loved John Bennett; but lam afraid if L don't marry him he'll run mad." That very evening she promised herself again to Bennett. A week after she told Wesley she was determined to livo and die with him. She indeed wanted to be married at once; but Wesley wished for some delay. Grace said she could not wait more thin a year, A fortnight later she met Bennett, fell at his feet, and acknowledged th.it she h:id used him ill. They were married a week after. This strange marriuge seems to havo turned out a happy one. Bennett die l in the triumphs of faith ten years later. Graea survived until 1803, dying at the age of eighty-seven. For years she was a bright light in the Methodist society. Wesley ?>aw her three days after her marriage, and but once more on earth. Thirty nine years after, she came to London ou a visit to her son, and expressed a wish to see Wesley. Ho was eighty-five years old, she paBt seventy. What could they have to say, except "Hail and farewell !" A Woman8' Club. At a womans* club in Ohio, such qucs tions as tho following are discussed: 1 The making and baking of different varieties of bread. 2 Cake in all varieties. 3 House cleaning, i o, how to clean a house with the least confusion, the least destruction to property, aud the greatest expedition 4 Cun practical housekeeping be ro j ducod to a perfect system ? 5 How should cows be fed and water ed, and how should milk be taken care of to make the bist quality of butter? 6 What is the best method of caning fruit ? 7 Tho baking of pastry and baking of pie:). 8 How to make and keep pickles both sour and sweet. We commend the idea of a womans' club to our lady readers?it is a good ouo. Candidates, Kissing and Meazles. '? ." ' < '* ? I Su it no if r .j.v? Wc nre told by a high authority that next to greon parasols for their wives at soven-nnd-sixpeuse apiece, there's nothing that so oharma and wius hesita ting voters as tho kissing of their ro spectivo infauts by the anxious .candi date for office. Gloomy ?nd fearful as tho ordeal may bo, many an unselfish patriot has nobly borne it, animated by a glowing cousideratiotaot hiscouutry's interests. Mud pies could not deter him, nor molasses scare. But if we may believo an Englishman who has long been a candidate^ an element of danger has entered into this perfo/rasnc^l?^, ? promises to send it ferererir 'Not/ Iwfft than three several and distinct times bt#>' Mr fiorsman caught the measohi tfeMdg%**A his fearless and determined Kissing th?.-v , babies of electors. The most re*ofetfs>r A canvasser may well pause'-at this' Jf?V i telligence and ask himself wfcstfcjlMfc^'' bo worth whilo to dare measles' for' the7 * .,uke of otBcc. , e.t<fIt? ^ - . ! srr ?imea Filthy Lucre. .l'> . blip 1 n t|U Ir^'Tt 5W t* ' " ' ? ' ' f 'C fti (MIfl lg? ?tl "There's no such thing as money ia. this country !" was the exolamatisifcfJ^uW an Englishman afew years ago; affefW ?? brief sojourn in New York. V*as? It happenod in this way : The Englishman, in the course of his business, found it necessary to obtain S1I a advance on some merchandise? q,! He ~"'J t^adc the usual arrangement* ' witr^a*' go commercial house to accommodate him. On going to consummate it, receive tho cash, he was a good deslr ? surprised when, in lion of it, the "senior t -' member tendered to him the acqsptsnos^ <ltg of the firm, payable at ninety days d;*to. "What am I to do with this rubelt* quired. "Take it to B. -B; S *G4Sk& (naming some well-known bankors)pwljf the reply. "They will give you ih^o!; money at the legal rate." The Bngluj*, I man did as directed. He met with no _ difficulty. The paper was acceptable, ! and although our hero did noTtotti^?J ^ cash, he received a check for t$>;*>$Vffsr feat amount on a neighboring bank. T^r^sf ?,^ he repaired in tho . fhH COnfidonSftfeWe ! having something, tangible. HeilrtbW mistaken. The individual ftt tlte"vil&k* w' to whom he presented' tne ehtek to'r'p?^^ * ment seized it nervously, and io;8>cspi4^2 \ incoherent manner 1 scrawled: Si BBS ilf hieroglyphics on its face,1 SadthrfcStfl*^ back into the hands of ilfs S^fisltfe?0^ ..veal [-?i-v?)??? Rew ivodjMi Ua kai owner, motioning at the same M^jfiF* stand aside for tho noxt iwnser,, a^fffjj*3l check had been duly "certified." TJtafe was what the scrawl acroa.i its faoo i meant. In, a state , ofaospepsion Md ^ ^anxiety the Engli^maV^ to the person to whom he Was jpAsJhlft^iBW j and timidly exhibited what h? feaftslft?S offer. To ' his surprise his f*Uk\0m$ countenance brightened. "Manyt6untej',P* be exclaimed. "By the wayj*' tht?\ amount is too largo ; there will be same thing over a huudrod' dollars coming you," and he proceeded to fill a cheoS?;:' for it. The Englishman' groahctl LiV,.' ' spirit. It was only another "piece ' .... paper." And then it was he c^lymfl|fly "There is no such thinj asmoney v this country !"? Galaxy. ? U ?Iei udi flfi Cerebro-Spinal XeningitL?..-X/ ,vedi J?a' ?* ttxraid ort) ,fxadoa &?tm\% It is almost worth while bviirig sick if one can only have a malady with a ttiw"^ name. A lady came to me, perhaps a year ngo, aud gravely told me, "I am sufiering from polarisation of the cere hro-Bpinal axis." She was sure this was her malady. A certain-doctor who Was educated iu Europe had carefully amitied her qase and assured her. that the malady was "Polarization of th/, cerbro-spinal axis." The doctor advised * a European trip, with tho use of i?dido of potassium aud brumiilo ofjiota&itiaijL* She wished me to examine heT case Wd *-} tell her what I thought of it. ^Afibra.; few inquires, I said, '?Itfa the.backaO&SRO? You must tako eff your corsets, keep .&) your feet warm and go .tQo?bed\atJB!? o'clock." Sho soon got well, but. I think :y was never altogether satisfied./wj^h-r.^ giving up that grand name for pis; backache, or with exohanging i putasfium for abandonment of ( bromide of potassium for bej o'clock. " Jg?,. Cerebro spinal meningitis is t|%i many people seem to think, a "speoifio disease like small-pox, "but exhausttba accompanied by irritation tion of tho'membraoces of thebrklii'itfd spinal cord.' It is a logical resalt'rjfl^uV-^ past mode of life. Wo bteatfio'itfraaf^ air, live in the shade, neglect ottefib^ keop bad hours, and rush things gehet? ' ally. Naturally, ourhoad^' add become oxhahstcd, and ono-h then takes on.a littjle o?ngesti?nof thjgpt parts and dies. The ssAiS'dtBe)tts>ilpSi 5' prevailed among tho exhaostod'-ifor huiidfeds '%)"? ye?TB, bat:B?we act? grand name : has , bee* iavfati#tir% No one Joads a ??nsible Ufa ^" frUiHlftBi ly to suffer! from an aMaok^ofAibit^Igg ady.?Z>io Lewis, -<lso\ Tuva *\ wd*rf No other living thing '?aago sa:>!^,, asabo^ On^Q JfWBdj.. rao|> ^yfi ' - ' ?** thin t-U mt?t