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1 was speaking same time ago on
this subject, and there were several
small children in the audience. I begun
by asking the children to tell me
if they knew what a Gypsy was. One
little fellow raised hi* hand and- said*
~*Pleaae sir, a Gypsy, is a wild man."
Another little feliow said, "A Gypsy
is a wanderer." A little girl said
"A Gypsy ie> a fortune teller." Another
boy said, **Plgase sir, a Gypsy
is a loafer." / And still another boy
said,^Please, sir, a Gypsy is a man
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I \htw are as near as we know be?V
J^een three and four millions of Gyp.
???/ies in the world today. In England
yP We have between, thirty and forty
thousand. Just think of living in a
community with forty thousand people
with no Bibles, ho schools, no
preachers and no teachers! And if
you can imagine that, then yoir will
know something of the condition of
the Gypsy people in England up to a
few years ago. People often ask me,
. "Where do the Gypsies come from?"
Nobody knows. There is not a scholar
in the world today who can tell us
exactly the origin of the Gypsy race,
y Encyclopedias differ,, but we are not
so much concerned where we came
from, as to where we %re going,
dome people seem to think that- they*
originally came from Egypt, others
that they came from India, but they
cannot' preve it. We believe that the
. Gypsies are one of the lost tribes of
lataair and while of course we cannot
, , panvet it, yet I want to give you one
4A oi two seasons why we believe so;
First'of all, there were lost tribes,
amp as* yet- nobody has located them.
Then if you; take a hundred of our
people promiscuously, you will find
that1 85- per eent of them have Bible
names. My grandfather is named Cornelias;
my uncle, my father's only
. brother ,ia named Esekiel; my sister'
a-named Rhoda Zillah, and I have a
great* uncle who wae named Bartholomew;
who had in his'famil- children,
bp the name of Ruth, Nam d, Elisha,.
, c Esekiel, and then Samson and Delilah.
In the same family. Where do they
gsfc Ihssa pamest Certainly not from
the Bible. They could not read a BiMfcfetf
they, had ctae. The Gypsies,
nithrvrsad nor write. , And. do you
tewe d?s ie only one race in the .
C world/ toddy having xBible names in:
theis. entirety, and that if the Jewish
nethsu. TSmtt if*ww.are opt.Jews, wet
roust have come from the country
wkera'thedfr.namea Were used.^ Again:
thnriSypeiesvhave no'religion, yet they
hanei learned that back of the. world iaj
ai first cause which controls the uni->
vease?. This fliat. cause they havei
learned to ^alTCcd. They believe thati
this God will punish all those who dot
Wrong, and reward all thpae who dot
right, and wrong ccmea from the laws>
ofthei country through which they are*
traveling and dictated by their own;
conscience. Ami yet a Gypsy wouldl
not take a-horse to the brook'on thei
TTshhntti day for water if he could geti
mongh oa Saturday and hold it overt
MlwwMffiWUMIl out" or style in hit
French coimmandant of Adriaiv
Colonel Uoar, accompanied by
officers, officially called on Tapir
turned over to him the city and
^Mftesstern Thrace. The day pass
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JB* k the fact that the meetdo
with him?" Moses and Aaron
aid, "We do not know, but we wilt
CO and ask Jehovah." And Jehovah
said-, "Tike him outside the camp and
atone him to death, he has broken
! ' the Sabbath day." If you ask the
Let me gjve you another reason.
WtSrn * Gypsy person is taken siclc
we-pnt on one side for his use a
plate, knife, fork and spoon, if we are
iMihslii enough to possess these
tMags, and when he or she recovers
we destroy or bury them, they have
bossiesite-the Gypsy language "chicklyf
which means unclean. If a perI
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son diet, immediately th? body ia
placed in the casket, all the bedding
with th? clothoe of the deceased are
either burned or the casket ia made
large enough ta contain both body and
clothes. We have been told that these
customs werer common among the
' Jews in Palestine;
Let me give, you another reason.
Up to sixty years agp, when a man
and woman wanted to get married,
first of all they secured the consent
of their parents; then the young man
built for his intended a home on
wheels, for his Gypsy girl does/not believe
in light housekeeping, and
then she would go into his tent or
wagon and become his wife, just in
the same way that Isaac took Rebecca
into his tent and she became
his wife. There is no race of people
under the sun today mpre maligned
or more slandered than the Gypsy
race. We have- been maligned in
nuveis ana sianaered on the stage,
and yet W..T. Stead, who was one of
the greatest editorial writers in England
for the last hundred years, and
who perished with the sinking of the
Titanic, claimed for our people that
morally we had. no peers in the
world; Theodore Watt* Dunton, an
English novelist and art critic, has
written a book called "Aylwin," and
in that book is a Gypsy character by
the name of Synfal Lovell and I
think he has portrayed the Gypsy
character better than any other novelist
that I know of.
To know any nation or any class
of people you must live with them
and get close enough to them to find
out all their traits, habits anr custims;
While you have heard a great
deal about the wickedness, of the
Gypsy race, let me tell you one or
two good things about them. I have
never known "of a Gypsy committing
murder, neither have I ever heard of
a Gypsjf committing suicide. Did you
ever hear of a Gypsy breaking into a
bank or reorganising one? Becauset
yon. have great names for your sinsi
in the twentieth century. Did you.
ever read of a Gypsy robbing widows i
and orphans ? Did you eve* read of
a G^psy putting bis hands in another
man's pockets to keep them warm ont
a winter's day? I think I can tell
you something that you never heard
of, pnd that is- a Gypsy peddling her
virtues on the streets of any of your
cities. And we have no God, and not
Christ, and no schools, or teachers,
or preachers, or scholars. You own
everything that yon have to the Gospel
of Jesus Christ, then pity those
who have never hed your chance.
You say the Gypsies are very wicked.
Let me teli you what ' I think
their worst faults are: First of alL
'hey are very profane. But the education
which Americans have received
hasn't helped much in that respect,
for everywhere I go I hear
men swearing as though they had
been to hell for their education, and
had the devil himself for their
schoolmaster, for they have learned
the language of the pit perfectly. No
gentleman swears; he may call himself
a gentleman, but when he swears
the sign drops automatically* Rave
you ever thought for a moment what
God said about swearing T He said,
"Thou shalt not kill," and that was
enough. He said, "Thou shalt not
commit adultery," and that was
enough, but when it came to swearing
He said, "Thou shalt not take the
name of the Lord thy God in vain,
for the Lord will not hold him guiltless
that taketh His- nam* in vain."
You can always tell what kind of
wheels a man has in his head by the
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I think their next wont fault ia
their habit of drinking. Although
the Gypsies are not great drinkers,
yet they are* moderate drinkers j and
when several families meet then the
men will, sometimes go into a spree
which lasts "for weeks, and then they
I drink fearfully.
I Their next fault, I think, is their
habit of petty pilfering. You might
say they are great thieves. I would
not; I have a better name for it?I
would call them "good finders." They
never buy anything that they ean
find. If" a Gypsy person 1 came across
your garden and ha needed some*
thing for dinner, well, he would
take. He would not take very much;
only enough for a'meal. He would
not bother carrying it, because he
knows* there is plenty more further
flown the' road. He ia like his> great
ancestors, he gathers his < manna daily.
Occasionally they find a rope?with a
horse on the end
Their worst fault is- their fbrtune
telling. God has said that the future
is veiled from our eyes, no man.ean
tell us anything of tomorrow, and
when you cross a .Gypsy girl's hand
with silver, to tell your fortune you
are paying an ignorant woman to Ue
who has naver had your chanee:
Now with that little bit about the
Gyps lea, let me tell you that my
* ther was born in Epping Forest
just outside the city of London, on
the 31st of March in the year 1830,
10 you ass what he missed if he had
been born the nntt day. fia was
fourth of-a fhmlty of Has, all bam is
s Gypsy tent. My father grew up as
sweat as the birds} and as wild as
the rabbits, the rabbits got an fend
of Idas that they would follow him
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looking I would like to say here
that I think my father lived closer
to Jesus than any man I ever knew.
The Gypsies are what you would call
in America, peddlers. They make
clothe pins from the "Willows, and baskets
from the short underbrush, and.
they recane chairs. The father fa usually
the manufacturer, while the
mother and the children are the
salespeople. The girls usually travel
with a basket on their arm filled with
rll kinds of notions that women need
in the home. This is- very often a
blind, because * Gypsy girl likes to:
tell fortunes, and caw make more
money telling fortunes; in an 'hour
than she can make in legitimate trading
a day.
But let me tell you- the change that
came inw oar' iamny. me eldest
daughter, a beautiful girl, waa taken
ill. - The Gypsy women are skilled in
the use of herbs, and my grandmother
gave her what local remedies she knew
of, bnt she gradually got worse. One
day my grandmother said to my
-grandfather, "Emily is getting worse,
and I dont know just what ails here,
we had better' go into town and see
a doctor." They pulled her into a
little town by the-name of B&ldock, in
Hedtfordshire, and stopped the wagon
opposite a doctor's house;
Will you let me describe a wagon
to you T It is a complete house standing
on four wheels, the steps going
up to the doors through the shats.
There are two large berths at the
ffrther end of the wagon, and there
is plenty of room for the father and
mother and four children to sleep,
while the children are small. When
they get bigger they take a tent for
the older children to sleep in. There
is a little window nicely curtained on
each side of the wagon, and on one
side a table, and on the other side a
cooking- stove with an oven to bake
in. All the utensils they use are
made of solid copper. The Gypsy women
are superstituious, and will not
UBe utensils - that are made of iron,
Hn nr MlvaniiAil Tn a?o)1 nf
the wagon near the door is a little
china-closet frith a glass door, where
the Gypsy woman keeps what possessions
that she has, in the way ol
china' or glass. There is a nice carpet
on tha floor, and the sides and
roof of the wagon inside are covered
with a* thick, dark blaze to keep out
the inclement weather. That is a
Gypsy wagon, or as we would say in
the Gypsy language, a "Romany
Tan."
My grandfather went up to the dooi
of' the* doctor's house, rang the bell,
and when the doctor came to the door
he said, "What can I do for you?" My
grandfather said, "I want you to come
into onr wagon and sOe our ilck
child." Tha doctor climbed up the
stops of^the wagon and looked in
through the open doer and beckoned
to the tick girl to get out of the bed
end come to the door, he would not
go into the home, because it was only
a Gypsy horn?, and who wants a Gypay;
anyway? As tho sick girl stood
in her night robe, with tho March
biting winds playing around her, the
doctor examined her and then turned
ro my grandfather and said, "Get dut
of the city as quickly as you can, and
ge.aut beyond the city ditnita, your
daughter' has the smallpox." My
grandfather was only ap ignorant
Gypsy, but be knew what smallpoa
wen,, and he knew that it waa eon.
tagious, and also that a smallpox patient
ought to have the best care and
the beet food possible, ha said to fbs
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doctor, "Where shall I go to, for I
don't want to go too far away bo
that you can't attend to my child."
Then the doctor named a little by-lane
a few miles outside of the city, which
was a favorite camping ground of tha
Gypsies, and said: "Go there and I
will come this afternoon and attend
to your child." My grandfather turned
'round with a heavy heart that day,
and finding the old lane, pitched his
tent at the end of it, and then turning
to nw ?rrAnHmn*hor -?iO "v""
stay here in tha tent with the four
children that are well, and I will take
Emily, the akk child, and turn the
wagon 'round eo that you tan nee into
the open door, and we will call that
the hospital, and 1 will stay there and
nurse Emily tKe best I know how."
When thb doctor came to see the sick
girl he discovered that the eldest boy,
named Ezekiel, also had the smallpox,
and he was taken over the line and
placed in the wagon so that my grandfather
had now two patients. My
grandmother would go to the village
and get what food she could, and then
would prepare it over the camp-fire,
and carry it half way to the wagon,
she would lay it on the ground, and
call for her husband to come for the
food. She dare not go any nearer, for
the reason that she might get the
dreaded disease and so take, it back to
vhe other children in the tent, and
as her husband would come for the
food she would inquire about the sick
children. Sometimes when she would
rail for my grandfather there would
bo no response probably he. was busy
attending to the children, or perhaps
he had gone for a walk, and then in
the anxiety of her loving heart she
would wonder if the children were
worse, or if her husband was sick, too.
And then she would walk up and down
the lane in a distracted condition,
wringing her hands and frying, "My
poor children will die and I shall not
bo able to go near them." You could
not keep a mother very long away
from her two first, born children. And
unconsciously she got closer and closer
1 to the line until the day came when
|t she was sick, and when the doctor was
, sent for, he had to tell them the awful
news that grandmother had the
> smallpox, too. My grandfather was
, iiow in a dilemma, for he had now to
I look after both sick and wall, and he
I could not keep them seperate any
; longer. So he hitched up the horses
t to the wagon and pulled it alongside
l of the tent, and there they lay side bj
- Fide. A few days afterward a little
baby was born in the home, and now
, my grandfather had his wife and baby
and his two eldest children all with
| the smallpox. God only knows just
, now he stood it. For thirty days and
( thirty nights he never took his clothes
. off, and never eaw a human person
| to speak to except the physician as
he made his calls.
I One day going into the wagon and
I, .noticing how chhi his wife was get;
ting and noticing the hollows in her
dyes and the sunken cheeks, he tried
, to smooth the clothes to make her
I more comfortable, she raised herself
up in bed tfffd putting her arms around
, his neck, she raid, "Cornelious, I arn
going to leave you soon. I want you
tc promise me before I go that you
will be a better father to. the children.
> I want yon to promise me that you
. wont Vbrink so much." Promfee frer?
i - -he would have cut off Ms right arm,
if he could have helped her. And then
| not able to eontain himself any longer
r.nd fearful of breaking down in her
| presence, he ran out of the wagon
? and threw btaaelf en the ground by
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the side of the wagon, and laid there ]
and sobbed like a child. When presently
he was started to hear his wifa '
singing, and sho was singing this:
"1 have a Father in the Promised
Land.
My God calls me. I mrat <"*'
To meet Him in the Promised Land."
My grandfather jumped op startled
and asked her, "'Polly, where did you
leam that?I never heard you sing
that before." And she said, "When 1
was a little girl my father pitched his
lent on a village green beside a
church, or chape), and on the Sabbath
day I saw the people going into the
church. They would not let me go in,
for I was only a Gypsy girl, but I
sat on the doorstep and I heard them
sing that song."
Can you tell me just what it was
that brought that song back to her
in her dying moment? Would you
say it was a freak of memory, or only
a conscience? i should say that it
was the Holy Spirit. For I think that
God in His iniinite goodness looked
down into that Gypsy "wagon and saw
my grandmother dying in her super*
stition and ignoiance, and I believe!
that He sent that chorus back to her
so that by the means of it she could
climb out of her ignorance and out of
her superstition into the Glory Land.
For Christ said, "When the Comforter
is come Ho will bring back to
your remembrance all things."
The next morning my father and
his little sister wore walking hand in
hand up the lane, for those little
tnings were inseparable, when suddenly
my father heard his name called,
"Rodney, Rodney," and he turned
'round and saw his eldest sister standing
in her night robe on the top step
r?f the wagon, for bed could not hold
her that morning, and as she waved
her handkerchief she shouted, "Rodney,
your mother is dead!" My father
threw himself on the ground and
sebbed with his boyish heart, "Rodney,
you will never be like other boys any
more, for you have no mother."
When the undertaker came to prepare
the body for the casket he said
that she was a Gypsy, she must be
buried at midnight; they could not
have the hearse on account of the disease,
co the undertaker promised to
get them an old farmer's cart. There
was some trouble about buying her>
in the cemetery for fear that some of
the parishioners would object to a
Gypsy being buiied in their midst, but
eventually the authorities gave their
permission that she could be buried
in a corner of the church yard where
the sexton threw his rubbish, and all
that was left of my grandmother tho
next night was placed in an old farmer's
mart and carried to the cemetery,
as the old church steeple wtruck
twelve. My grandfather followed the
casttet as me oiuy mourner, ana sne
was buried with the light of an old
lantern, and when he came back to
the camp in the early hours of the
morning, he sat by the fire and cried
and wondered what was going to become
of his five motherless children.
My grandmother's death waa the
beginning of a change in the Gypsy
home. My grandfather tried not to
swear, and tried not to drink, so that
he might not break the promise made
to his wife, but he knew no power
save his own will to help him, andwhen
temptations came ha often
broke his promise. For several weeks
they traveled in a circle around the
church cemetery, keeping a few miles*
distant, bet not going too far away.
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VIy grandfather could not bear to
;et out of sight of the church steeple.
A few weeks after the death of my
grandmother my father woke k up
larly one morning and lifting up the
lap of the tent saw, two or three
niles away, the church steeple. Ho
voke his little Fitter and said to her,
Tillie, let's go see mother's grave.
K?fore father wakes up." Those title
things, hand in hand, started
tcross the fieM, and when they
-cached a house, just near the cemeery,
they knocked at the door, and
r.y father said, "Please, could you
,ell us which is mother's grave?"
rhey didn't think it necessary to say
vho' their mother was. They thought
veryone knew their mother. The
voman remembered the Gypsy fur. ral
and took the children in and
jave them something to eat and then
lirected them to the grave. They played
around it all day?with no thought
?f fcod, and plucked wild flowers and
rianted them in the earth, and then at
he close of the day, with darkness
.fining un, ana Knowing that their
!nher would be worried, not knowing
vhere they had cone, they started for
lome. When they got tc the gate of
;he cemetery my father turned to his
lister and said, "Tillie, isn't there
lomething more that we can do for
uothfcr?" And then like a flash he
.urned 'round and started back for the
frave. When h% found it he knelt
iown on the cold earth, and, taking
)ff his little cap. he took out of the
lapel of his cout, a little stickpin
:.hat some maid had given him when
ie had called to sell his wares, not
worth much, but certainly the only
;hing of value that he ever possessed
is a boy, and sticking the pin into the
;arth, he looked up to the sky and
iaid, "There, mother, I have given you
all I have in the world, I have given
you my stickpin."
My father wore in those days a
smocked cloak. It waa a loose slip
that fell over the shoulders, with
sleeves and large pockets, and it was
smocked across the front and across
the back. .It was a kind of over-all,
and it was an under-all, too, because
when it was off he was ready for bed.
ibe boys used to like these things,
because of their big pockets. One
morning, some months after my
grandmother's death, they we*e
camping on a very large farm. This
farmer was noted for his large plum
orchard, and my grandfather, early
that morning said to his children, "I
don't want you to leave the wagon
toduy." They knew what that meant;
it me?nt this: ' This farmer and I
are oif good terms. He lets me camp
on his ground, trade together, and I
live in his good graces, so I do not
want you children to go around the
farm seeing what vou can find "
Gypsy children usually know better
than to disobey their parents. A
Gypsy father is very fathprly when
his boy disobeys, he has a way of taking
him over hib knee with his face
downward, and when he makes an
engagement with his son that way he
never breaks it. My father made
up his nflnd that he would take a
chance because he wanted some of
those plums. When his father's back
was turned, he started for the orchard,
found the best tree, and then
cl.mbed to the top of it, because he
knew that the best fruit was on the
top of the tree. He filled his pocketB
with plums and had one in his mouth
enjoying it, when he saw the farmer
at the foot of the tree waiting for
him. He swallowed the one in his
mouth for he didn't want the farmer
to think he was after his plums, and
the farmer gave him a very pressing
invitation to come down. My father
said, "I am not a good climber." To
which the farmer replied, "I will wait
for you." My father thought he would
try'to soften the farmer's heart, and
he said: "You know, sir, I have no
mother." He thought that had touched
the farmer's heart, so he said it
again. The farmer said, "Yes, I know
you, and I know your father, and
I know he. would not have you stealing
my plums, so I am going to wait
for you to come down." My father
knew it was no use staying up there
all day, so jiwcame down, but he didn't
come down like Zaccheus came down
the sycamore tree. He didn't make
haste, and there was not any joy to it.
When he reached the bottom the
farmer got hold of him by the ear.
When anybody gets hold you like that,
you know they are mighty glad to see
you, and you always want to go the
same way they are going. He pulled
my father over to a tree that had a
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r*md that?" My father said, "No, sir;
I do not know how to read." "Well,"'
the farmer said, "I will read it for
you. 'Whosoever is found trespassing
on this property will ba prosecuted.
Do you know who 'whosoever'
means f My father said, "No, sir."
"Yon will before I get through with
vou," replied th ? farmer, and he started
across the field pulling my father
vdth him, still holding on to his ear
Sometimes my fathers feet were clean
off,the ground and he was protesting
and crying, and promising that he
would never go near the orchard
again If the fanner would only let him
off. Eventually the farmer did let
htm off, but ha let him off with a caution.
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but he forgot to take his foot out of it*
My father has never needed anyone,
from that day to this, to explain
to him what 4 whatsover" means, it
made a lasting impression on him.
But he was getting tired of this over-r
all business. His father had trousers,
and his brother had them and he
wanted them, too. He was very small
and very thin for his age, while mv
grandfather weighed 240 pounds, and
was six feet in height. My father
walked up to the steps of the vvag?.n
one day and looking up at hit father
taid, "Father, can't I have a pair of
trousers?" My grandfather said,
"Yes, son, I will give you a pt?r of
mine. He got a pair of old trousers
lhat were hangtne un in th* ?. ? ?/*?
and taking a pair of shears he cut
them off at the neea, and then throwirg
them out to my father Aid, "Go
and put them on." My father went
into his dressing room, that was, Im.
hind a hedge, and while he was getting
into them his brother and his
father made all kinds of remarks. His
brother ran over to him with a piece
cf string and said, "Rodney, what time
does the balloon go up?" Of course
he had never put on trousers before;
and I don't know just which way he
had them on, but when he came from
behind the hedge, his father said,
' Rodney, which way are you going?
Ara you going or coming?" But he
saw that they wanted to laugh him
out of those trousers and he would
not be laughed out of them.
A few days afterwards they were
ine guests of the Prince of Wales,
only the prince didn't know it? They
were camping on his estate for ths
purpose of poaching, and at night after
they had set their snares all over
the field and had caught nine rabbits,
they were surprised by the gamekeepers.
In bteaking for cover,
grandfather didn't know just what to
to do with the rabbits. He didn't
want to leave them and at the same
time if he were caught, he didn't want
fhe keepers to :.ee the rabbits. Suddenly
he noticed my father running
ahead with those big trousers, and
then calling him over to him he took
the nine rabbits and hung them on
my father's suspenders inside hia
pants, so his first pair of pants be.
came fur-l.ned.
Sometimes my grandfather would
forget his promise to his wife and
would go to a saloon, thinking, he could
drown hi? trouble in drinlc.
When he went lo a saloon he always
used to take his violin with him, for
the Gypsies are musical. And when
toe violin went my father had to go
too. When they entered the saloon
the men who were there would say, ?
"Here comes the old Gypsy fiddler."
And my grandfather would begin to
nlay and my father would jump on
the table and begin to dance. After
he had danced awhile, my grandfather
would nod to him, then my father
would take his little cap and go
around the crowd and take the collection.
That is where he graduated
for the ministry. But my grandfather
would drink too much, he would get
what we call in England, "Three
sheets in the wind," and when he got
like that he wou'd not know whether
lie was pulling the bow over the first
or third string. My father used to
watc^i him at those times, and when
lie saw his father in that condition he
would go 'round and make another collection
and what he got that time he
would put in his own pocket. You see
he was a member of the firm, it was
"Smith & Son," and he was not a
sleeping partner, and he had a right
to his share of the profits.
But my grandfather found that he
could not drown his troubles that
way, and from the day that his wife
died he became gloomy and rooiose. . f
Some months after his wife's death, ,
, breaking camp one morning he saw'
coming to see h m over the distant
hill two other Gypsy wagons and when
I hey got closer he found that they
were the wagons of his two brothers,
Bartholomew and Woodstock. He had
been longing for the companionship of
his own people, and when these three ' ^
fellows met in the middle of the road,
ptu their arms around each other and
kissed each other, he told thenao* . \
, loss of his wife, and they tri^fl^ V <
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MR. CHARLIE ALLEN ' ,J%,' , rA;WK
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