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STANSELL, m U6 BROAD STREET, UNDER GLOBE HOTEL, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA, Cun get away with them all in the way of FINE CLOTHING, HATS AND GENTS’ FURNISHING GOODS for this Fall and Winter in the very Latest Styles and at Prices that astonish everybody that looks at'thcm. He means to outsell them all. Give him a trial and you will go home the best pleased man in the State. IF* Don’t forget the place. I. I_». F5TJL 1ST SELL, 746 BROAD STREET, UNDER GLOBE HOTEL, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA. PLEASURE AND PROEIT TO ALL. WATCH AND JEWELRY REPAIRING ANT) FULL LINE OF GOODS. vTOTLST LC. IFELA.IRY, Dealer in Diamonds, Watches, Clocks and Jewelry, 729 Broad Street, Opposite Central Hotel, Augusta, Ga. GrRANDYS & ZORN, ROUGH AND DRESSED LUMBER. • Contractors and Buildeis, Manufacturers and Dealers in all kinds of Lntn- lier and Building Material. We arc prepared to take contracts or give esti mates on all kinds of buildings. Our Saw and Planing Mills are at “Grandys,” S. C., postofflcc Windsor, S. C. We also keep in stock at onr yard on corner of Watkins and Twiggs Sts., Augusta. Ga., a.l kinds of material as above slated. All orders sent to cither place will be promptly attended to. We are, respectfully, • GRANDYS & ZORN. •las. W. Turley’s SEASONABLE SUGGESTIONS TO SENSIBLE PEOPLE. LK/T Q-OOLS. Knowing full well that our people in general are economizing, yet deriring First Class Dry Goods, and seeing they know how to appreciate them, I hare determined to give them the full benefit of my extraordinary pu dispose of my Stock of Goods at the smallest profits. purchases, and GRAND DISPLAY OF FALL AND WINTER IMPORTATIONS OF DRESS GOODS!! Embracing the very Latest Novelties in Fabric Colors, and intermixtures of colorings of the most pronounced and RELIABLE STYLES AT POPULAR PRICES, In Plaids, Brocades, and Solid Colors, from 10 cents per-yard up to the finest. Er*THE NEWEST SHADES IN SILKS AND SATINS.^ , A handsome line of Velvets and Velveteens, comprising all the new and pretty shades from 50 cent* to the finest Silk Velvet. An elegant line of Black and Colored Gros Grain Silks from 50 cents per yard up to the finest quality; also a complete stock of Black and Colored R. D. Cashmeres, a celebrated make. Jackets, Ulsterettes, Pelisos, New Markets, Circulars, Jerseys. Handsome Jackets from $2.25 up to $l5.i)0. Shoulder Shawls, 25c, 35c, 60c, 75c. Large Shawls, 2 yards square, $1 and $1.50 each. Large Wool Shawls, black and colored, $2, $3, $3.50. Ladies’ Cloth and Flannel Skirts, 50c. to $2 each. White Blankets, $1.50, $2.00, $3.00, $4.00 to $10.00 per pair. In onr Woolen Department can be fonud one of the largest a* well as the best assortments of Kentucky Jeans, Kerseys, Cashmeres, Rcpellants, Water Proofr, Diagonals, Broadcloths, sc., all at bottom prices. Plain Red and White Flannels from 15c. per yard up. An extra good quality in Bed Twilled at 25c, 35c, 40c. and 60c. Opera Flannels iu all ebedes; also Basket Flannels, in the new Fall colors. Dark, Gray and Blue Gray Skirt Flannels. Bleached and Unbleaehed Cotton Flannels (Vom the lowest prices up to the verv heaviest quslitv. Thousands of dozens Ladies’, Mlsaer and Cl to the finest, and fresh stock. The South Carolina Seamless Hosierv, in Men’s Half Hose, New Fall Mix tures; also Ladies’, Misses’ and Children’s, in Fall colors. OT A visit of Inspection is desired. No trouble to show goods. JAMM W. TUMLEY, Bi,, Awgmi QEfmm zs ahead nrFcpncs, BUT WE LEAD IN - furnitur: OUR MOTTO, like hisjie “Reform”—CHd High Prices must get out of the way aadgive way to the New Low Prices. We bay for Cash, hence are able to gee the Bottom^ as onr Prices'will prove. Read and wonder. SOLID WAiLNUT MARBLE TOP SUITES, WfTH TOILET WA9MMTJXD t TEN PIECES, FOR FIFTY DOLLARS. Thie ie what Cash does. We have Snltes from this ap to $500. We are now ittinf «p two MMela, who booffct as cAenp finodi na at Uwy oonld bay from and Children’s Fancy Hose at 10c. op BARNWELL, 8. C., THURSDAY, MARCH 12, 1885. V ' j 1 ' OBsaajM My Mother** Wrinkled Face. * tDeCtestod to s deer. oM mother.) Mr mother’s oM feee, it ts wrinkled sad wsa, And the bloom of its beaut? hee fled, A* left but (he leaf that (dine* to the tree, tfhen Its blowouts ere withered and deed; But the love that Illumes the seats of the VntiSZ* la Its beauty and lisht, Istrueaethe eUr that (Mows the St Be then opened a small sealed parcel that had come with the letter. His it £ ring, and even present he had ever i Helena Carleton,lay glittering bo- r To brlfhten the dusk of the night The love of the world, reer shine ae the wing, Of the butterfly ripping the flower. To vaoieh away when the honey Is dry, And the wine of Its nectar is sour; Bat the loro that Is ibrined in motherhood's heart. Knows nothing of death or decay, As the cold that endure* whe) nit mine. when the clods of the ACS trampled Inaahee and etay. ~ " Ihy mother's old face. It la wrinkled end wen. But whet with iw-worth cen compere? Or rirtel the love unfeiting end true. In its setting of wrinkle end cere: lo fade aa It may to the Winter of years. And droop in the drift* of the snow; In the gardens of God will blomom again. The rose that waa gathered below. Vred Woodrow, Dcs Moines, December, UBS, jOVE vs. falsehood. •It is true, Helene. God knows I would spare yon the nnin, ifin anyway, wilb honor, 1 could do so Child, your father loved mo and left you to my care. Can I see you wronged, and stand si lently by? Yon come of a proud race, and simple and gentle as I know you to be, I know mIso the Unrleton pride lies dormant within you.” Halbert Astor had spoken the truth, and Helene Carleton felt he had done so. She w:ts prond. not with arrogance or hauteur, but with & sweet, grave, womanly pride, a pride that lay buried beneath an al.i ost childish simplicity of manner. She was very lovely, this blue-eyed S ’rl, who stood listening with paling ce to the story of lier lover’s falseness, the story told by this man who loved her so madly himself. Her thoughts strayed hack now. to the evening he h:ul told her his love — the day he had pleaded as a man might plead for life itself, and she had an swered him gravely, gently, but decid edly, "No.” Her heart was another’s, she had acknowledged to his passionate questioning. She raised her eyes to his face now, and he felt his heart grow cold at the look of nain in their shadowy depths. Ah, Heaven, what would he not give to be loved as Glendon Withers was loved by this girl, whom out of all the world his soul coveted! How lovely she was, with her wavy pale-gold hair and lily-fnir complexion, tinted with rose-pink on the softly- rounded cheeks, with her curving mouth so ripe and red, her dimpled chin and slender girlish form, her stately little head set so gracefully on her rounded neck! She remeinlxjred his love-story and passionate pleading, but it was no warning to a nature so pure and true as hers. If he loved her, he would save her pain—it would make him more careful of wounding her unnecessarily. The story he told her was thi*: that her lover her promised husband—was looked upon as the suitor of another. He read her a quotation from a letter In which Glcndcn was spoken of. Per fectly unwitting was the writer, how ever, of the dau age his idle pen would do. He was stopping in the same city with Glendon, nut not, however, in the same house; fate had not favored him so far, bxit had located Glendon in the home of a girl as beautiful as ever was maiden before. And Glendon was infatuated—her smiles dazzled him. The light of her eyes was his heaven. At least, such was his friend’s judg ment on the cflVct of LeonoUa’s beauty on Glendon Withers. How near ho - us right, how far he was w.-ong. we • ighl decide ourselves if we saw L.-oi etla Meredith and Glen- don to .etl er, but to do that we must cross l'';'’ < hunnei,for Glendon is abroad in the gayest of all gay cities,the queen of music a d mirth, the city of lightand laughter and sparkling champagne— weU-boloved Puri*. We cross the water and see them to gether, and what is our decision? We can come to none. Leonetta is beautiful, with a brilliant dark beauty of the Spanish type. Her forehead u low and broad, her nose short and straight, her month curved and dimpled; her eyes magnifi- cent, deep as sells, and dark as night —now slumbering in nuiet dreamy beauty, then flashing with passion or glowing with delight She 1* about twenty—certainly no more; but her form has every curve and grace of perfect womanhood. But fate, prolific in all gifts where beauty of face and form waa concerned, had not otherwise been kind to this rl.with her passionate soul that longed or wealth and amusement, and the homage her beauty would bring her had she been plaoM in a position worthy of it But Providence had placed her life in a very narrow groove, and her soul re belled against it But now she met this handsome young Englishman, with Mi freak grey eyes, his broad white brw and cheery smile, and Well, to do her justice, she loved him; but bad she not, still she would have exercised every power to win him. for the wealth and position she had learned he possessed. Men are not very strong at best, and Leonetta was More than passing fair, and to a certain exteat he yielded to the pleasure of her dark and subtle •miles. Not, however, that he was false to Helene; that was something he aevnr dreamed ef; but he would take the good the gods sent him. sad enjoy the gla mor of Leoaetts’s dart beauty. And then foe*, la the very midst of a more than fool’s paradise, a letter came from Helene. He held it in hlshmMl unopened for a moment, a swift mpeataacs for the moments he had tasked la the light sf Leonette’s eyes fifing Hk soni, aionj with thedeoistaa teteU the dark beauty of Me ebgi Alas! alas! behad not that story to tall her after the letter was opened, fur hie face aetaaBy btaaeforf when he opened it fO! iven fotre him. After all, with all her weakness, wo man is wiser then man, for she seldom dashes into an sot of madness without writing to suffer swhile;but man—well, Gleudon Withers was a pretty good ex ample of what a man mad for a mo ment with pain and humiliation will do, for what he did was this: asked Leon etta Meredith to marry him, and cursed himself an hour later for his folly. But the die was cast In honor he oould not retreat, and one .qpist day he. "made Leonetta his wife—made her his wife eu the very day that Helene Carles ton knelt below the low window-sill of her room, trying to decide would she believe her lover true or false. “I will trust him,” she said softly; ‘'what is love without faith?” And so she trusted him; and at the same moment his arms encircled anoth er whose head lay on his bosom, and who bore to him the most sacred of ti tles—his wife. Yes, Leonetta was his wife. She had reached the crowning-point of her am bition, and—waa she satisfied? No—most certainly. A mad passionate love tilled her breast—a love that refused her rest dr pence. A fiery flame that seemed to consume her very being. She realised the truth with clear dis cerning eyes. She was an unloved wife, neither more nor less, and the thought was maddening. She had dreamed that wealth, and position, and gratified ambition would fill her heart, but once obtained, they turned to ashes in her bosom—a Dead Bea fruit that held but bitterness to tho oore. “Love, love; give me his love!” her soul cried night and day; “to obtain that, I would barter soul and body.” Once she came on a pictured face among her husband's treasures. A fair young face, calm &iri serene, the low white brow shaded oy silken curls, the sweet sensitive mouth slightly apart with a smile. And then this woman, who for years had believed love but a second or third accessory of life, if even that, indeed, had found it the one thing mo-tt to bo desired on eaiqh. Day by day her passionate love for her husband increased, kept burning to a feverish flame by the knowledge of how far she was from reigning in his heart. Not that willingly, by word or deed, did Glendon Withers give sign of the terrible truth of tho knowledge of his awakening from the passion of temper that had conquci^d his reason for a while. Under the spell of her dark eyes, un der the subtle wooing of her manner, and half maddened by Hdene’scolddis missal, ho had yielded to passion's im pulse, and wed a woman no felt by in tuition was far from worthy to fill the place Helens iiad once promised to bold. The past was past, however. The i words spoken could never be recalled. For good or ill, for better or worse, Leonetta was his wife. One evening I^eonetta strayed down by a glade that lay below the hotel to which her husband had taken her. Her beautiful face was unusually pale, and she sat thoughtfully down on alow grassy mound. ‘It is strange,” shw murmured hall aloud, “that tlds evening, in particular, his memory haunts me so persistently!” Not strange, had she known tho truth, for coming events cast their shadows before. Even then, down in the shrubbery below where she sat,a pair of dark fierce eyes were watching her with aa expres sion not good to see. “I will await mytime,”tbe man mur mured; “in th^ height of her triumph I will humble hdf in tho dust.” * • • • • A brilliant ballroom, the mirth at its height, dancing and music, mirth and laughter, the order of the night he grounds around the mansion ablaze aa well, and nothing that money could procure left lacking to add beau ty to the scene. And one of the fairest maidens there was blue-eyed Helene Carleton, robed in ivorv-colored satin, her soft gold curls clnstering around her dainty head, her soft white throat clasped with creamy pearls, while a few priceless ones elustered above her brow. And below tha lower corridor, two men faced each other, pale-faced and stern, while the bride of one of them impatiently awaited her husband’s com ing in the ante-room. The men were Glendon Withers and Halbert Astor, and with pale set face the former listened, while Helene’s guardian told him—what? Simply this: That Helene know noth ing of the letter sent him, that she had loved—nay, did love and trust him still, and knew nothing of his marriage with Leonetta. “You must break tho newsyourself, ,f Halbert said. “I dare not It will kill her.” What answer Glendon would have made was never known.for this instant, flushed and pearl-crowned, a smile on her lips, Helene came up the corridor leaning on her escort's arm. The next moment forgetting all else, Glendon was holding her hands in his. Only fora moment—the next he re membered all He must tell his sensi tive blue-eyed girl, whom be loved with all his heart, that in a moment of pas sion be had made another woman his wife. He led her into the grounds, and then Halbert sought Leonetta. ■ “Yoar husband commissioned me,” be said, and Leonetta laid her hand on his arm. ^ He led her to the grounds as well, aad near a rustic seat, half screened from careless eyes by magnificent sbrub- rionf -eyed bery. and then- a *Look!”he i I wish him. It seemed at that very instant Use hay of Hades was k)periled in wife!” ran from one to etfa’i bosom. The next instant rt* had drawn a and leaped toward Helene, wild cry rang out on the night air. startling all the bright assembly. Leonetta had grasped Helene's atm, her poniard uplifted, and then Glendon had leaped between them. It was a man’s cry of agony that rang out, for the glittering Weapon was bur led to the hilt in Glendon Wither’* bosom. He had saved Helene. He had given his own life to do sa They carried him into the house, and In a moment sympathising friends were gathered aronad, jehUe auion* enyfo*- les flew from lip to lip. He opened his eyes with aa effort. “It—it was—it was an accident,” he said, then lapsed into unconscious ness. None contradicted the statement— be meant to save the honor of his name. Then suddenly into the crowd pushed a man, dark-eyed and pale-faced. He looked around till his eyes fell on Leonetta, who fell back, white, and al most senseless. He pointed to the ihrinffing woman. “It was no accident,” he said; “that woman is guilty of crime.’ “His wife—his wi the other. “No—not his wife but mine. She tried to murder me, but failed, and I am here to avenge the attempt For E rs my mind has wavered between ;ice and mercy, but to-day justice lowered the scale; and as for mer cy—even from God that woman deserves none. The next moment the group in the room was swaying from side to side— shrieks and horrified cries, the report of a pistol, another horrified shriek more terrible than the rest, two white arms tiyown in the air, a slender form that swayed for a moment & horrible red stain on the silken bodice of the costly robe, and then beautiful, sinful Leocet- ta Meredith had fallen forward, shot through the heart by the man who called himself her husband. In tho terrible excitement that fol lowed, the murderer escaped,but months after bis claim was proved true. For many long weary weeks Glendon Withers hovered between life and death, but by God’s providence life was conqueror, and the blessed boon of health was his again. Then, one quiet morning, he and Helene knelt side by side, and spoke the vows that made them one, and en tered upon a life in whose perfect bliss the pa*t was almost forgotten. There was one man conspicuous by his absence at the time, and that was Halbert Astor, whose treacherous hand had worked such woe. But joy had come with renewed frith to Gleudon aud Helene, and perhaps their love was deeper and purer for the trials they had gone through. Artemue Ward and Tom Pepper. 'the Tom Pepper, who is known >cerlcss prevaricator of Nevada,” led a Bohemian life here years ago. One day, hearing of Artemus Ward s arrival at the International Hotel, in breathless haste he rushed away to interview tho great humorist. He ran at once to Ward’s room and, knocking, was in stantly admitted. “Artemus Ward, I believe!" Artemus signified that the guess was a good one. T am delighted to meet you,” cried Tom—“delighted to meet you, sir.” “And I have the pleasure of seeing? and tho smiling Ward looked a whole line of interrogation points. “I am—I am—that is my name is”— gasped Tom—“my-name is. Well,Just wait a moment till I think,” and Tom ran out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Artefuus standing in the middle of the floor. A After a few moments in the hall Tom rushed back toward the astonished Ward with extended hand and glowing crying: “Pepper, Pepper, sir! face, said slowly; “do yon know who thev are?” With naughty paling face Leonetta followed the direction of his eyes. “One is my husband,” she said quiet ly; “tha ether ” “The woman ho still love*—Hclsne Carleton, hie betrothed wife, who by some fatal mistake was parted from as U I’m Mr. Pepper—Tom Pepper—better known as Lying Tom Pepper.” Kingston—Ward’s agent—was out at the moment Thinking h? had an in sane man to deal with, Artemus smiled the most cheerful smile then at his command. He declared he had often heard of Mr. Pepper, and was de lighted to meet him. At the moment ho was about to change his sock: would' Mr. Pepper be kind enough to with draw and call round again in half an hour. Mr. Pepper would, and did. When Mr. Kingston came in Arte mus had a fearful story to tell about his adventure with a crazy man. Afterward, when Ward came to know that a seuso of his greatness aa a humorist had so overcome poor Tom as to cause him to forget his own name, tho genial lecturer deciared it was the greatest compliment that had ever been paid him.—Virginia (Sev.) Enterprise. A Lord W.j j Forgot His Trouser*. Du’.big bis journey north. Lord Salis bury, the Conservatife leader in the House of Lords, changed his costume for a full Highland rigout, intending it as a delicate compliment to the land of the kilt. But when he looked at him self in the glass be found that the tailor had cat his petticoats,or whatever they are called, too short. So he made up his mind to pat on an evening drees. He changed bis Upper garments, and then sat down for a few moments to read up his speech. This seat him to sleep. He only wok* up with a start to find himself running into the station. Forgetthnjg what had happened, he thrust out bis hat aud appeared at the window bowing, and this was how he was dressed: He had foil Highland costume as far as the waist; above was a short and swallowed-tailed coat, and the ent|re edifice was crowned with a ohimney-’pot hat upon whicb.be had sat down without noticing It His lordship’s horror when ho stepped on the platform and felt the keen wind cutting hie bare legs changed to abso lute agonj* when bis valet appeared scrambling oat of the carriage with a pair of trousers in his bands, waving them wildly, and exclaiming: “My lord, my lord, you’ve forgotten these.” ~~ London Referee. i—$ ♦ fin y There sre 4,000 Chinese iaNsw Tort tfd Brooklyn, seren-eifhthi art hi the laundry imil nere, *. )• ■■ isT ' A MODERN CBUSOM* •mueatto Tan* That Skoald PrateM? fee TeM totts Wanes*. A New Yoftc contribution to tike eri- nmns of the Boston Qlcbe relate* the following Interesting and romaatio Story: A few days ago a man about sixty years of ago, with the appearance of an old farmer, and very taciturn, register ed at ti e Sinclair House, under the name of Esra W. Forman, Nomora, Pleiades group, Pacific Ocean. CM* vernation shows him to be a very intel- Bgwet ww. He tolb a wonderful tale. He sars in substance that in the year 1347 the ship Oomulgoc of Waneoam was honavward bound with full load, trywerks overboard, and triahs- aad kegs of oil stowed in every top. After leaving Lahnina, S. I„ October 7, with 850 barrels of sperm, 3,250 barrel* of whale oil, and 41,000 pounds bone, aha wa*< never heard from. Forman was boat-stcercr. He claims be ts the sole survivor, and states that the chip was wrecked on Noraora, an island in the Pleiades group, and gives the following romantic story of tho wreck: “The Ocmnlgee went ashore on No mura in Dccemoerf 1847, and all hands were drowned excepting myself, Mar tin, the cook, and an Hawaiian tailor named Waihee. All the oil casks were stove, and the ship gradually hove over the roof, until anally the survivors could walk around her at low water. “Through the Hawaiian I was en abled to talk to the chief ou the island. I explained the uses that might h* made of the variops articles, and assisted by natives got everything out of the ahlp, including the bone, and then broke ap the ship, saving plank*, arils, anchors, chains and whaling gear. “We were given houses, lands and wires, accepted our position fond deter mined to make the best of it, and except that we were exiles from home s»»a friends, were content and happy. I taught the natives many of the ruder arta,and they prospered greatly. But the natives feared to lose us, and when a ship came in sight hurried us away into the inter ior until the foreign vessels had passed on. “Later my two companions died aad 1 waa left alone. Surrounded by my children and grandchildren, 1 was final ly acknowledged to be ti)eir ruler, and ray word was their law. I told them I must go to ray friends, but had to swear by their gods that I would return. Finally a sandal-wood trader touched there, I embarked in her, waa in Sidney, and made my way here riter much trouble and time.” Such ia Forman’s atory. Now cornel another remarkable tale. He says the whalebone is in prime condition, and from the time of its wreck to the pres ent day a native has always been on guard over it, aud that regularly oac* a week its position has been shifted to save it from rats and mold. Forman say* that his two companions left a number of children who axe now big and healthy, and that he has tweniy- nine sons and daughters and aixty-nine grandchild rcu. Some Philadelphia merchant* have taken stock in For- mau's story, have advanced him $6,000 worth of goods, chartered a steamer and she will soon leave New York for tho Pleiades, to carry out this modem Alexander Selkirk and bring back the bone, estimated to be worth now from $160,000,to $175,000. The story ia a romantic one and the appearance W Forman carries truth with it; but a Nantucket matiaamn, to whom the tale has been submitted, who is conversant with whaling matterfo doubts it from first to last, and advises the merchants, responsible ones, by the way, to examine Forman and his Mary very carefully before accepting its truth, The gentleman who has advised oa the matter says thtrn never .was. a ehte Ocmulgee of Warobam in the yrhaUng business that was lost The only whaler of that name was owned in Holmes Hole, and sailed repeatedly- from that port from 1844 until, in 188fo she was burned by the Confederate cruiser Alabama. There are also other serious discrepancies in Fon&nn'efltete* ment among which is the proportfcrt whalebone to thq groporfoo* of 00 ta- for nrmy. tha Twain’s i wasorer; 'now i three days of the i days moi k ' are eomf Sir Joba A Uter of Cam ada Pacific! to tbe Faetfiei A ms that a i be ms rid enoofl daughter. 1 ■:«!'- fowl sen, ana sunougn nu yarn u aunt* ously twisted, yet U Is raU-of flaw* and- apt to strand on examination, aad fh* inference Is, unices he can - weo—tHtot his story with a new name for the ship that is acceptable, he tea crank ora cheat of the worst sort. _ ■ V Oetebratod Woasoa. v Sarah-Althea Hill, of the famous law suit against Senator Sharon, is of mot el ium height, well developed. With a — lithe, trim figure. She gives at first sight the impression of a woman who is abundantly able to take cam of hep- self, and yet tho expression of her fnee and her attitudes arc very womanly, ns though she lacked confiaencfrnnd Were appealing for support Her features are regular, her face oval She la neither blqpde or brunette, with dark brown hair, which is allowed to fall In graceful waves over her full,- round forehead. Her most attractive feature are her foil, brown eyte- Her Boos Is clear cat, and her mouth is resolute ta tbe habitual compression of her but this is somewhat belied by % slight droop at tbe corners, as though aa ori ginally tine will bad boon overlaid by a strain of voluptuousness which weaken* #d and coarsened it Her whole man ner shows nervousness and vitality. Lucy Stone eongratulates her maim the past year’s grins for their ■urn*.- Full suffrage for worn* lished ia Washington municipal suffrage ass boon granted unmarried women and widow* Ontario aad Nova Scotia, suffrage has worked so well that the British parliament ed it to Sc< | , m lW ■ Si ■ Lord Coleridge says ta, This country he was struQl •one* of childhood. , Wo children aad *° T obfightioae on > off from “all ri tbelr 3 of territory. bit iriimn by tea 1 * te jm lizards are physicians, cons urn •rable sueeem. The beginafor of tW not so very rente Parkor onoo sold toochiagoachj back loUhritft “Do nothing; put overethiag te William's InvarM member Of Mr plain of another. 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