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The Front Gate.
An old anJeripi-lod gate am I,
And twenty year* have
Since I was hung tip hlglt and dry
Betwixt these posts so fast;
But now. I’ve grown so powerful weak,
Despised by man and beast,
I’m scarcely strong enough to squeak,
Although I'm never greased.
’Twas twenty years ago,
r. Enos Wmte
I say.
When Mr
Came kind of hanging round my way
Most every other night;
He hung upon tuv star boar side,
And she upon the other,
Till Susan Smith became his bride.
And in due time a mother.
I groaned iiitenaely when I heard—
Despite I am no churl—
Mv doom breathed In a single word ;
The bnhy was a girl!
And as site gre w, and grew, and grew, | aud
me
S3,
I loud bemoaned my f&U
For she was very fair to view,
And I—I am the gate!
Then in due time a lover came,
Betokening my ruin.
A dapper follow, Brown by name,
The grown-up baby wooln’.
They sprang upon me in the gloam,
And talked of moon and stars.
They’re married now and live at home
Along with ma and pa.
My lot wpjs happy for a year,
No courting night or day—
I had uo thought, I had no fear.
Bad luck would come my way.
But oh! this morning, save the mr-.k!
There came a wild surprise
A shadow flitted grim and dark,
Across my sunny skies.
A doctor, with a knowing smile,
A nurse with face serene,
A bustle in the house the while,
Great Scott! what can it mean ?
My hinges ache; my back is weak,
My picket's in a whirl; •
I hear that awful doctor speak :
It is another girl.
—Denver TWbrre.
—
or m# uoquet may do
carried up tlw river and bo
it is judged safo, for all
banks there are spots
by Nature for the convo
niant storage of valnsblo packages Not
to speak of the thick hanging woods be
side the banks, where enough Geneva and
Hollands may be stored to supply London
for a year, there is the Hermitage, whoso
doable chamber I have myself seen
packed full of silk In bales waiting for an
opportunity, while Iq the castle itself
there are vaults, dungeons, passages
secret chambers, known only to the fugle
man. Here, little suspected by my Lord
of Northumberland, enough brandy might
be stored to supply the county (which is
a thirsty one) for a dozen years The
Border is not, to be sure, so near os it Is
higher up the coast; but, on the other
hand, tho lookout and watch kept by the
i gaugers cannot he by any means so vtgi
i l&nt and close as where the county nar
rows to the north; while more than half
| the run takes place over the wild moors
pathless slopes of tho Cheviots, a
7
Mr WAI.TXR BESANT.
CHAPTER IX.
TUB WISDOM OV THK BTKONQ MAN.
When 1 went home 1 told my mother
that for the present, at least, we need not
fear anything from Mathew Of this I
was quite certain. My assurance that I
would appeal to my cousin, the doubt
where ’the boy” might be—there was no
reason, for Instance, why he should not
be at Newcastle, or at Rothbury, or at
Hexham, or at Carlisle—to say nothing of
my charge of fraud, went home to his
guilty conscience These things were
sure, I thought, to deter a man not nat
urally courageous, although his con
science might be hardened, from tempt
ing the vengeance of his Injured cousin.
So far was I right, that for the whole
of the spring and summer we had no fur
ther molestation from him, but continued
in our quiet course, spending as little
money as we could, yet looking forward
to the time, now growing very near, when
there would be no more left to spend. As
for myself, I may truly declare that my
faith was strong—I mean not the faith of
a Chrietian. such as 1 ought to have belt
—but faith in my lover so far away. He
would send me an answer. The answer,
whatever it might be. would surely set
all right.
Mathew not only ceased to persecute us,
but be ceased to desire the conversation
and company of my father Re come no
more even to church, as if conscious of his
wickedness, end ashamed to face honest
people. He was rarely seen even In town,
and he left me quite alone; so that I be
gan to think that repentance had perhaps
seized upon his soul. Alas! Repentance
knocks In vain at the heart of such as
Mathew.
Though, however, we saw him not, I j
beard, through my faithful fugleman,
certain intelligence about him. Thus, he
drank harder; he neglected his business;
he quarreled daily with his sister, who
reproached him for his drunken ways, and
the neglect of his worldly affairs; also,
she continually urged him to recover the
£200 owed him, as she thought, by my
father. She hungered and thirsted after
this money, which. It seemed, she did not
know that her brother possessed. Why
had he concealed from her, she asked him
with anger, that he had so much as £200,
en he would not give her even money
buy things wanted for the houseT Let
him get the money back. Was he mad to
let Interest and all go? She let him-have
no peace. - nigedtohave this money;
perhaps she longed for our ruin as well.
Then she constantly threw In her brother’s
teeth the foot that if the boy was not dead
and should return. If, in fact, my story
Was true, he would fytd the books and ac
counts in such confusion as might lead to
fheirraln. She wanted to know what truth
there was in the reports, once so industri
ously spread, about a second will. In
fact, she led the wretched man a dog’s
life, having a tongue sharper than a
sword and more dreadful than a fiery ser
pent. But, as concerning the things she
said of Ralph, I could have desired noth
ing better, because it kept alive In
Mathew’s breast the wholesome fear of
his cousin’s return So long as that lasted
we were safe. We should have continued
in safety, because that fear did not die
away, but rather increased day by day,
save for the Instigation, as I cannot but
believe, of the evil one, and the couooo-
tlon of a design even more wicked than
that of the mortgage 1 suppose the plot
wss conceived In the spring or summer,
but it was not until the late autumn that
it was attempted The way of It was as
follows (1 do uo barm. I trust, by speak
log openly of a traffic which, as everybody
knows, is conducted almost openly all
over the northern counties of England
and the southern counties of Scotland).
I have mentioned one Daniel, or Dan
Godge, always called the Strong Man, be
cause be wss like Hercules, the fabled
Greek, for bodily strength, who lodged
with Sailor Non. He professed to make
a living out of his strong atjns and legs
He went to fairs, and was seen on market
days in all the towns of Northumberland,
Durham and Carlisle, performing great
feats for wagers, or for money laid down.
He was a man standing over six feet,’with
legs and arma of surprising stoutness, a
square red face and a kindly eya Despite
his strength he was peaceful and the soft
est hearted of mankind. Now, though he
pretended to lire by the exhibition of his
strength, which I believe was the reason
why the vicar sailed him Milo, It was
very well known everywhere that hrfhad
(mother and a more important source of
profit This was In the running of “stuff"
across the Border, a business which de
mands, as everybody knows, much
place in which the excise people find it
difficult indeed to discover or to stop a
run made by men who know the country
They have a service of ponies for the
work, little, hardy, sure footed creatures,
who carry tho ankers, kegs and bales
slung across their backs, and can be
trusted to make the whole thirty-five
miles from Warkworth to the Border in a
single night, that is, in seven or eight
hours, the drivers walking or riding be
side them.
Most of the farmers and craftsmen of
Warkworth take a share In these risks
and profits; one or two of them—of whom
Mathew was one—often accompany and
lead the expedition. Everybody knows
beforehand when a run Is arranged; many
In tho town know tho very night when it
will take place, tho road chosen and the
value of the stuff There is so much
sympathy with tills work, on both sides
of the Border, and so many partners In
the vMture, that Information Is never
given (o the excise, and hiding places are
found everywhere, with the help aud con
nivance of the most innocent looking
plowboy and the most demure country lass
Now one morning—it was in November,
when the days have already become short,
and the nights are long and dark, Dan
Gedgo got up from his sleeping bench, or
cupboard in tho wall, about 8 or a little
after, calling lustily for small boer, of
which he drank a quart or so os a stay to
his stomach before breakfast * Then ho
dressed and came forth to tho door with
the mug in his hand.
Sailor Nan was already seated on her
stone, pipe In mouth, and throe cornered
hat on her head. She had taken her
breakfast, and now sat, regardless of the
raw, cold air—for all tho winds that blow
were tho same to her—looking up and
down tho street, in which nothing as yet
was moving, though tho blacksmith’s
apprentice across the road hod lit tho fire,
and the cheerful breath of tho bellows
made one feci warm.
“Fngleman and me. ” said Dan, yawning,
“fugleman and me, we was rowing up and
down from Amble most all night.”
“What Is the run?” asked Nan, who
wn,
W bin
“ What is the runt”
needed uo other explanation; "and who’s
In It?”
"Mathew Humble Is In it for one," said
Dan. “Going with it himself, ho is, this
Journey Ho, ho! Folks will talk of this
run when they come to hear of It. Tho
fugleman thinks he knows But ho don’t;
no. he don't know He’s not to bo trusted.
I’m the only one who knows Ay. a rare
run It will be, too—out of the common
this run will be. Folks will lift up their
heads when they hear of this night’s
work!”
"What Is it, Dan? Lace belike.”
He shook his stupid head and laughed.
How could Mathew have been such a
fool as to trust him?
“Iklike there's lace In It, and silk In it,
and brandy In it. There's always them
things. But there’i
more "
“What more, Dvn?"
“Fugleman, he’ll laugh when he hears
the news He’s helping In the Job, and
ho don't know nothing about It; only
Mathew and me knows what that job is
Mathew and me—and one other. ”
“Who is tho other, Dan? And what Is
the job?”
He shook his head and burled It for
safety In the pewter pot.
“Mathew Humble,’’ ho
masterful man.*'
“What Is the Job?” asked Nan, feeling
cariosity slowly awaken.
•Ti Is a Job.” replied Dan,
be told onto women."
sue was saving up for ttaipb Kmbleton.
But Mathew, he saye that’s nonsense.
Weil—she all this time longing to marry
hhn, and her mother won’t bear IV—no j
chance till now So it'a Qxod for to-night.
What a run I Lace, and brandy, and
Geneva, and a girL"
“Ob—well; 1 don’t care. Go on, Dan.
If you like."
He then proceeded to explain that
Mathew had arranged for • pony to bo
saddled In readiness, that the signal
agreed upon between the girl and Mathew
w_j ; message from the castle carried by
a certain boy named Cuddy, pretending to
come from the fugleman, who was to be
kept oat of the way, employed at the Her
milage, where the staff was bestowed; the
boy was to soy that the fugleman was ill
On receiving this message thegiri would
make an excuse to run up to the castle
where she would mount the pony, and ao
ride off with Mathew and be monied over
the Border To keep up appearances, he
went on—this soft headed giant—it had
been arranged that the young woman was
to scream and straggle at first, and that
Dan should lift her Into the saddle, and.
If necessary, hold her on. Once across the
Border they would be married without so
much as a jump over the broomstick.
Nan slowly rose.
“I’D get you some more beer. Den," she
said.
She went indoors and poured about
three fourths of a pint of gin into a
tankard which she filled up with strong
ale, and brought out to her lodger with
tender ca.o.
“Drink that. Dan," she said; ‘it’s good
old stingo—none of yonr email beer
Drink it up; then you can pvt on your
coat and go about your work."
He drank it off at a gulp, with every
outward sign of satisfaction. Then he
suddenly reeled and caoght at the door
post.
“Go and put on your coat, Dan,” she
said, looking at him with a little anxiety
He disappeared. Nan heard one—two
Heavy tailr and nodded her heed Then
she followed Into the room and found the
strong man lyL:? uno'. ii e floor, on his
back, with his moutL t and his eyes
shut- Sbo dragged a blanket over him,
and went out again to alt sn her stone
with as much patience as s '-aider in Oc
tober She sat there all the morning as
quiet as if she was on watch. About 2:80
in the afternoon there came slowly down
tho street uo other than Mathew Humble
himself
“Where Is Daniel?” he asked
Non pointed to the door.
“He’s within, fast asleep. He came home
late last night I dare say ha’ll sleep on
now, If yon let hime alone, till evening "
“Have you—has he—talked with you
this morning?” Mathew’s eyes were rest
less, and his cheek twitched a sign of
prolonged anxiety or much drink.
“Nay. what should ho say to me, see
ing that he came home in the middle of
the night as drunk as s pig? Let him
bide. Master Mathew What do you want
him for? Is there a run?"
He nodded
She held out her hand "111 drink luck
to the venture," she said, taking the shil
ling which he gave her for luck. “Thanh
you; this is sure to bring you luck.
You’ll say so to morrow morning Re
member that you crossed old Nan’s palm
with a shilling A lucky run! Such a
ran as you never had before. A run that
will surprise the people."
“Hal ha!" said Mathew, plcassfi with
the prophecy “It shall surprise them."
“An! how do you get on with Miss
Drusy? So she said nay. She will and
she won’t—ay, ay—I know their tricks.
Yes, a fine girL and spoiling, as one may
say, for a husband Take care. Master
Mathew Bettei men than you have lost
by shillyshally."
“Why, what would you have me do.
Nan?”
“Do? A man »’ mettle shouldn’t ask.
Capture the prise; pipe all hands sad
alongside; then off with her; show a
clean pair of heejs; clap all sail.”
“I believe, Nan," Mathew said, “that
you are a witch."
"I believe," she replied, “that after
yonr run you’ll be sure I am. Go In and
wake Dan."
The fellow, roused rudely, sat up and
rubbed his heavy eyes.
“You can’t be drunk still, man,” said
Mathew, "seeing It’s half-past 2 In the
afternoon. *
"My head," said Dan, banging It with
bis great fist, "ts like the church beU be-
! fore the service—goeth ding-dong. And
my tongue, it is as dry as a bona. Last
night—last night—where the devil was I
last night?"
"Get up, fool, and put oa your coat,
and come out. We have work to do.”
The fellow made no reply. He was stu
pidly wondering why his head was so
heavy and his legs like lead.
"Come," Mathew repeated, “there is no
more, Nan—there’s | tlmo to lose. Dp, man."
They left the house and walked up the
street
When they were gone, Nan took tho
pipe out of her month, and considered the
position of things with a cheerful smile.
“As for M ithow," she said with a grin,
"he will get salt eel for his supper. Salt
eel—nothing short"
She doubted for awhile whether to im
part the plot to the fugleman. But she
remembered that though he was no older
than herself he would take the thing dif
ferently, and a fight between him and
Dan, not to speak of Mathew as weU,
could have only one termination. Aid
she been twenty years younger, she would
not have hesitated to engage the man her-
the oarK
the stones.
Outside the
gate, another
wrapped In a greet
Humble He had
speech was thick.
“Now." he said.
man wa| w
■real clAk
sad been d
seemingly m nraatntess naste. "tnat be
has fallen down and la like to have broken
his back. He wants to see you at once. ”
"Oh,” 1 cried, “what dreadful thing is
this? Tell him I’ll come at once Run,
boy, run. I will but put ou a hat and"
The boy turned and ran clattering up
the road and across the bridge.
Then Nan came out from behind the
door.
“It’s true, then. The kidnaping vil
lains! It’s tone But I never had a doubt.
Go in doors, hinney. Stay at homo. Aa
for the fugleman. I’ll warrant his back to
be sound ss my own. Wait, wait. I say,
till you see Mathew’s face to-morrow. A
villain. Indeed!"
i “But, Nan. what do you mean? My
dear old fugleman a villain! What has he
| to do with Mathew?*’
"No, child, not ho. There’s only one
villlan In Warkworth, though many fools.
The villlan is Mathew Humble. The big
gest fool is Dan Gedge He Is such a fool
that be ought to be keel hauled or flogged
through the Fleet, at least Stay at
home. This Is a plot. The fugleman ta
at the Hermitage at work among the stuff.
There’s to be a ran to-night And they
think . Avast a bit, brother. Ay, ay,
they shall have what they want There’s
a hock of salt pork and a pease pudding
for supper I looked forward to that
hock. Never mind It The villain—
he to ran this rig upon a girl! But old
Nan knows s mast from a manger yet,
and values not his anger a rope’s end."
Here she became Incoherent, and one heard
only an occasional phrase, such as “from
the spritsail yard to the mlzzentopsail
halyards:” “a mealy mouthed swab;" “a
fresh water, wishy washy, fair weather
sailor;" “thinks to get athwart my hawse,"
and so forth To all of which I listened
In blank wonder Thus haring in this
nautical manner collected her thoughts— whether we meet
strange It is that a sailor can never Silence, I say, or”-
mature his plans or resolve upon a plan
of action without the use of strong words
—she begged me to lend her my cardinaL
which was provided with a thick warm
hood, of which we women of Northum
berland stand In need for winter days
and cold spring winds. She said that she
could keep her own cloth jacket, because
the work she should do that night was
cold work, but she borrowed a woolen
wrapper which she tied over her head and
round her neck, leaving her three cornered
sailor’s bat in my keeping. Lastly, she
borrowed and put on a pair of warm
leather gloves, remarking that all would
be found out If once they saw or felt her
hand. This, to be sure, was a great deal
largpr than Is commonly found among
women When all these arrangements
were complete, she put cn the cardinal
and pulled the hood over her bead. “Now,”
she asked, “who am I?"
Of course, having my clothes upon her,
and being about the same height, with her
face hidden beneath the hood, she seemed
to be no other than myself. Then with a
last reference to swabs, lubbers and land
pirates, she once more bade me keep
within doors all night. If I valued my life
and my honor, and trudged away, telling
me nothing but that a piratical craft
should that night be laid on beam ends,
that her own decks were cleared, her guns
double shotted, the surgeon in the cock
pit, and the chaplain with him, and, in
short, that she was ready for action.
1 saw no more of her that night, which
I spent in great anxiety, wondering what
this thing might mean. Bat in the morn
ing, fearing some mischief, I walked up the
street to the castle. The fugleman was
in his room; he had sent me, he said, no
message at all; nor had he fallen; nor had
he broken his back. The boy Cuddy, it
appeared, had been helping him and run
ning about backward and forward all day.
When the ponies were loaded he kad re
turned to the hermitage ta eet all snug
and tidy. When be came back to the
castle they were gone. But so breaking
of backs and no sending of the boy. This
was strange indeed.
“Then, fugleman," I said, “Mathew
Humble sent a lying message, meaning
mischief."
What he designed I understood In two
or three days. Bat for the time I could
only think that he wished to open again
the question of his suit. Yet, why had
Nan borrowed my cardinal and my gloves?
On the way back 1 looked into Nan’s
cottage. The door was open, but there
was no one in the house.
I went home, little thinking what a
narrow escape was mine. Had I known—
bat had I known, ,1 should have been
divided between gratitude to heaven and
admiration of brave old Naa, and detesta
tion of the greatest villain In England.
pmsong bis reel among
castle.
beyond tho great
waiting for them.
It was Mathew
drinking, and his
the prisoner
by the arm, "you are In my power. Es-
\ cape Is impossible. If you cry oat—bnt I
: am your master now, and for the rest of
: your life I mean to be. You have got to
; be on obedient wife. Do you hear? I’ve
j had enough of your. contempt and your
' sneers. You'll write to the boy. will you,
j mistress? Hal Fins opportunities you will
have on tbs way to Scotland to-night
1 Hoi The boy will be pleased when he
hears of this night’s job, won’t her
“Come, mistress,” said Dan. setting her
down gently, “here's the place and here's
the ponies, and if you like, just for tho
look of the thing and out of kindness, as
a body may say, to rax me a cuff or a
clout, why—don’t think 1 mind it. Oh.
Lord!"
said, "is a
‘which can’t
tion, with knowledge of the country and
of endurance. The "stuff"
genandly of brandy,
and Geneva. Salt Is also
across, bat » better profit
<»t of the former srtieU
are less In bulk and more easily
concealed. There are many reasons why
Warkworth should b# b convenient spot
for the Uiidt trade. First, It lies two
mUos.ap the river, and has many safe hid-
Undsdat
“Why, ye lubber," she sprang to her self, as she had led many a gallant board-
feet and shook her fist in the Strong Man's ing party against any odds. Bat her
face, so that he started back; “lubber and fighting days were over
What she at last resolved upon marked
her as at once tho bravest and the most
sensible of women But her resolution
took time for the working out. She sat
on her stone seat and smoked her pipe as
usual When any boys passed her door
she shook her stick at them, and used hor
strange sea phrases, just as If nothing
was on her mind.
ft grows dark in the short November
days soon after 4, which Is tho hoar
when folks who can afford the luxury of
candles 'ight them, sweep the hearth, and
prepare the dish of cheerful tea There
was no tea for us that year, but small ale
of our own brewing or buttermilk. And
my mother sat In great sadness for the
most part, not knowing what would be
the end, yet fearful of the wont, and
being of feeble faith. Certainly, there
was little to givo her cause for hope.
It was 0:80 or 7 that I heard footsteps
outside, and presently a knock at the
door I saw, to my amazement, no other
than old Nan. It was a cold and rainy
; evening, bnt she had on nothing more
than her usual jacket and hat A hard
and tough old woman.
“Child." she said earnestly, "do yon
think that I would lead thee wrong, or tell
thee a lie?"
“Why, no. Nan."
“Then mark me, go not forth to-night”
Why should I go forth? It is past 6
o'clock, and already dark.”
"If messengers should come— Look!
who is that?"
She slipped behind the door as a boy
came running to the door. I recognised
him for a fed, half gypsy, who was wall
known to all runners, and often took port
fat driving the ponies. A bora handed
boy with thick coarse hair and bright
black eyes, who was afterward sentenoud
to be hanged, hut reprieved, I know not
for what reason, and I forgot now what
he had dons to bring upon him this
fancy for
thing, come to
But
land lubber, you dare to call me a woman
—captain of the foretop Now, let me
hoar what this job is that I am not to be
told. Out with It or"—I omit tho gar-
nish of her discourse, which consisted of
sea oaths.
"Mathow Humble did say" the
Strong Man began. But strong men are
always like babies in the hands •of a
woman.
“'Vast there, Dan.” said Nan; “d'ye
think 1 value your job nor want to know
what ft Is—a rope's end? But that you
should refuse to tell it to me. you ship
met—that’s what galls And after yester
forenoon’s salmagundi?"
This accusation of ingratitude cut poor
Dan to the quick In the matter of sea
pie, lobscouse and salmagundi (which is a
mess of salt beef, onions, potatoes, pep
per, oil and vinegar, the whole fried to
make a toothsome compound) Sailor Nan
was more than a mother to him.
“Twenty years afloat," continued Nan,
in deep disgust; “from boy to captain of
tbs foretop, and from Cape Horn to the
Narrow seas and Copenhagen, and to bo
told by a land swab, who never so much
as smelt blue water, that I’m a woman!"
“O’ course," eaid Dan feebly, "l didn't
really mean it.”
“Didn’t mean It? Why—therel What
Is it, then? Is it piracy or murder?”
He shook his head.
“Look yo, Nan. It wont signify, not
a button, telling you. I saidWo myself,
at the beginning, ‘N«
and
up her ears,
she said care-
an wont spoil sport]*
CHAPTER X.
BAILOR BAR’S BIDB.
The night was cold and raw, with a
northeast wind, which brought occasional
showers of sleet. There was no moon.
The street, as the old woman walked up
to the castle, was quite deserted, aU the
women and girls being seated at home
about bright coal fires, knitting, sewing,
and spinning, while all the men were at
the ale house, telling stories or listening
to them, an occupation of which the male
sex is never wearied, especially when beer
or rum bo. with tobacco, accompanies the
stories.
Nan climbed up tho castle hiU, and,
passing through the ruined gate, began to
pick her way slowly among the stones and
heaps of rubbish lying about in the castle
yard. The light of the fire in tho fugle
man’s chamber was her guide, and she
knew very well that just beside the door
of that room would be lurking Strong
Dan, with intent to seize her by the waist
and carry her off. Perhaps he designed to
carry her in his arms all the way to the
Border This thought pleased her very
much. Dan was quite able to do It, and
the distance is only thirty-five miles or so.
It pleased her to think of such a ride in
the Strong Man’s arms, and how tired he
would be at the end.
Accordingly, when she drew near the
door she went very slowly, and was not
In the least surprised when, as she stood
in the fire light, the man stepped from
some hiding place at hand, caught her by
the waist, and tossed her lightly over his
shoulder, 'making no more account of her
weight than if she had been a mere bag of
meal.
“Now. mistress." ho said, “straggle
and kick as much as you like. It don’t
hurt me."
She cheerfully acceded to this request,
and began so vigorous a dramming upon
his ribs that, had they not been tougher
than the hoops of the stoutest cask, they
must have been broken, every one. As It
was, he was surprised, and perhaps braised
a little, but not hurt. He bad not thonght
that a young girl like myself had each
power In her heels.
“Go on," he said; “you're a strong *un,
and I like yon better for it. Kick ewey,
but -don’t try screaming, because If you
do I shall hare to tie your pretty head in
a bag. Master Mathew’s orders, not my
wish. Besides, what’s the use of pretend
ing, when there’s nobody here but you
and me, bless yonr pretty eyes I I know
all about It, and here's a honor for you to
bo carried off, nothing fees, by yonr own
man. Why, tnere isn't another women
in Warkworth that he’d take ao much
trouble for. Think upon that! Now, then,
miss, another kick, or a dozen. If you like.
Ah, you ean kick, you can. You’re a wife
worth haring. A happy man he’ll be.
Lord, It would taka the breath oat o'
most, that last kick would. Why, 111
swear there not a woman In all Northum
berland with auoh a kick aa yours. Keep
Tims talking, while she drummed with
ha slowlyiCwsM bar through
It was a kind and thoughtful Invitation,
and It was foUowed by so vigorous, direct,
and well planted a blow that be reeled.
“Lordl” he cried again. "I believe she’a
knocked half my teeth down my throat.
Who the devil would ha’ thought a slip
of a girl— Why, even Nan herself" *
He asked for no more clouts, but kept
at a respectful distance
There were half a dozen ponies, all
loaded in readiness for the road. Mathew,
Dan, and the boy they called Cuddy, were
to conduct the expedition, the two fetter
on foot, the first on pony back. There
was also a pony with a saddle, designed, I
suppose, for me.
“Now, Drusilfe," said Mathew, "get up;
there is a long journey before us and no
time to spare. Remember—silence,
friend or stranger.
- He shook e pistol
In her face.
She drew the hood more closely down,
and pretended to shrink in alarm. Then,
without any more resistance, she climbed
Into the saddle, and took the reins from
Mathew’s hands.
“That’s a good beginning,” he said.
“May be you have come to yonr senses and
know what Is best for yourself. And
hark ye, my lass, If you behave pretty,
well send Barbara to the devil. If you
don't you shaU have a mistress at the
mill as well as a master. Think upon
that, now."
Then the procession started. First
Cuddy; then the ponies, two by two, who
followed the boy as the sheep follow their
shepherd; lastly, Mathew, upon his pony:
Nan npon hers; and on tho other side of
her Dan Gedge, still wondering at the on-
expected strength displayed In those
kicks and that clout.
In addition to the advantages already
spoken of possessed by Warkworth for
the convenience of a run, should be men
tioned the happy circumstance that it lies
close to the wild lands, the waste moors
and hills which occupy so large a part of
Northumberland. These moors are crossed
; by bridle paths, it is trae, bnt they are
mere tracks, not to be distingnished from
sheep runs, except by the people who ><se
them, and these are few indeed. If yoa
lose the track, even in broad daylight,
you run the risk of deep quagmires, besides
that of wandering about with nothing to
guide the inexperienced eys, and perhaps
perishing miserably among the wild and
awful hills. As for the boy Cuddy, be
possessed a gift which is sometimes
granted even to blind men, of always
knowing where ke was sad of keeping la
the right path. It la with some an in
stinct. He was In valuable oa these win
ter runs, because, however dark tbe night,
whether the moors were eevered with
thick fog er tmponetrebfe blackness, or
even if they were three feet deep la snow,
he never failed te find his way direct te
the point whither they desired to ge. In
general, however, the wildest road, though
the shortest, was avoided, and the ponies
were driven through the country which
lies north, or northeast, of tbe Cheviots.
But on this occasion, so great was Mathew’s
desire to insure the safety of a run in
which his ponies carried something more
precious even than lace or ram, that he
resolved upon trying the more difficult
way across Chill moor, south of Cheviot.
Even on a summer day the way across
this moor is difficult to find. On a winter’s
night it woold seem impossible. Yet
Cuddy declared that he could find it blind
fold. They were to cross the Border by
way of Wlndgate fell and to carry their
stuff to the little village of Yetholm, ou
the Scottish side.
It was pest midnight, and they had been
in the saddle for Iva hours and more,
when they reached the place, chose to tho
village of Alnham, where they were to
leave the guidance ef the winding burn
and trust themselves to the knowledge of
the boy upon the pathless moors Here,
under tbe shelter of a llnney, Mathew
called a halt. Dan produced a lantern
and a tinder box, and presently got a
light. Then he found some provisions in
one of the packs, and they ate and drank.
"Ton are so far from your friends now,"
said Mathew to his prisoner, “that you can
talk and scream and do exactly what yon
please, except ran away. Now yon guess
what I am going to do. Once over the
Scottish border you will be my wife by
Scottish law, if I call you wife. So that
now, you know, you had better make up
your mind and be cheerful"
She made no reply.
“Well, then, have you got nothing to
say?”
She had nothing.
“Sulk, then.” he said roughly. “Falla
sulking till you are tired. You may think,
if you please, what your young devil of a
sweetheart will say when he finds the nest
empty! Alive and prospering, is he?”
He proceeded to express his earnest
hope that the boy would shortly be be
yond the reach of hope. This done, he
informed Nan that the worst part of her
journey had yet to be accomplished, and
that she had better take some meat and
drink, unless she wished to fall off her
saddle with fatigue, in which case Dan
would have to carry her. She accepted
without speaking, and, under cover of her
hood, made an excellent supper, being, in
fact, already pretty well exhausted with
fatigue aud hunger. When she had fin
ished, Mathew offered her a bottle which
contained brandy He was amazed to
find when she returned it to him that she
had taken at one draught about half a
pint of the spirit, so that be looked to seo
her reel and fall off the pony. That she
did not do so he attributed to tbe effect
of tbe cold night air and tho long ride,
being unsuspicions how strong and sea
soned a head was hidden beneath that
hood.
Supper finished, Mathew examined tbe
boy concerning the road. He woold tell
nothing at aU about it, yet ho said be
knew where to find it and bow to follow
it, and. In short, undertook to guide the
party without danger by as short a way
ss could be found across the moor He
wss certain that he could do this, but he
would not explain how be knew tbe way
nor In what direction It wound among the
hills. In fact, how wss the boy to de
scribe s road who knew not north from
south, or asst from west, nor had any but
the most simple English at his command
In which to speak of valley or hiH, ascent
or descent?
The moor over which they crossed that
dark night In as perfect safety aa If a
bread highway had been laid down for
and was lit with oil lanterns liks
of the streets of London. Is the
I suppose. In all England.
Th* boy, as before, fed the way.
taw without hesitation. thonxh<hP
was so.darV What ho saw to indicate
the road no one could tell. Nan, for her
own part, could see nothing at all before
her for the pitchy darkness of the night
and tbe continual pattering of the rain.
Here is the very head of tho Cheviots,
tho middle of the moors and fells, across
which so many parties of plunderers, cat
tle lifters and smugglers hare made tbelr
wdy There is not a valley among those
wild hills which has not witnessed many
a gallant fight. There is not a hillside
which has not run with streams of blood.
There is not a mountain among them all
which has not Its ghosts of slain men.
Tbe heath and ling have been trampled
under tho foot of thousands of soldiers,
for in tho old days there was no peace upon
the border, and every man was a soldier all
his 11 fo. But, sluco the Invasion of the
Young Pretender, there has been no fight
ing ou the Border. Smugglers have takon
the place of the cattlellfters. and peaceful
ponies la.! -n with forbidden goods go
across ih< moor in place of horses ridden
by men in Iron. For those who lovo to bo
awed by tho wildness of Nature, a place
admirable aud wonderful, but full of ter
ror at all times to the heart of sensibility.
I do not say, however, tl it tho moors were
terrible to any of those who crossed thorn
on this cold and dark night, save for tho
darkness and tho rain, and tho fear that
at any moment they might all go head <
first into a quag The boy, to begin with,
was quite insensible to any impression
which can be produced by natural objects:
rocks, precipices, wild stretches of land,
dark woods—all were alike to him. As
for Dan, 1 suppose ho never thought of
anything at all. Mathew was too full 'of
the gloomy forebodings which always
precede the punishment of wickedness, to
regard the things around him, aud Nan,
as insensible as tho boy, was wishing only
that the journey was over, because sho
was horribly cold and getting tired.
The boy led them by that wonderful in
stinct up the slope of tho hill to a high
level, where tho wind was keener and tho
rain colder. Uo kept as nearly as possible
to the same level, leading them round the
middle heights upon tho slopes of the
great Fells and above tho dales. Tho di
rect distance Is not more than eight miles,
but by reason of the winding of tho way
1 suppose they must have doubled that
distance. It was 1 o’clock when they loft
Alnham behind them, and it was already
5 before they came down tho hill on tho
north side of Windgato.
“Master,” said the boy at last, poiut&g
at something Invisible, “youder’s Yetholm,
and you are in Scotland.”
Mathow started and sat upright in tho
. addle, throwing back his cloak. He was
in Scotland. Why, then, his work was
done. Ho laughed and laid his hand upon
his prisoner’s arm.
“My wife!” ho cried. “Bear witness,
Dan, my wife, 1 say."
“Ay, ay, master. Givo yo Joy, miss.
Master, another dram to drink the leddy’s
health."
Mathew gave him his bottle. Dan took
a deep draught, and then, wiping tho
month of the vessel, handod It to the lady.
"Take a drop,” ho said. “It’ll warm
your blood after that long ride.”
Then followed so prolonged a draught
of the brandy that Dan, too, as Mathow
had done five hoars ago, looked to soo the
girl, unaccustomed to strong drink, fall
from hor saddle. But she did not. And i
honest Dan marveled, remembering, bo-
sides, the rigor of hor heels aud tho un
expected reality of that clout. A wife so
gifted with manly strength of heel and
hirnd, who could also drink so fair, seemed
to this simple fellow a thing to bo envied,
Indeed.
Ax regards the rux, kt me say at ouco,
so as to have done with it at onco, that it
was quite successful, *id proved a profit
able venture to all concerned, though
Mathew, for his part, never showed any
joy when tho work of tho night was
Spoken of It was a bold thing to venture
acroos the moors on so dork a night; no
one In office looked for such a venture in
the little village of Yetholm; and tho
stuff, taken in tho farmers’ carts to Kelso, I
was all sold off at onco, therefore Mathow
might have been proud of his exploit.
But he was not, aud when tho old woman,
accompanied by tho boy, came homo two
days later and brought tho nows of what
had happened, tho success of tho venture
lost ail its interest In presence of tho won
derful tale they had to tell.
They rode into Yetholm a, good while
before daybreak, and tho people of tho
inn—little more than a village &lo house—
were still In their beds. It was now rain
ing again, with a cold wind, while they
waited for tho house to be roused and tho
fire to be laid. Nan began now, Indeed,
though she had bomo bravely tho rough
journey of the night, to feel tho keen
morning air and tho fatigue of the long
tide. Her limbs were numbed, and when,
at last, the door was opened and the Gro
lit, Dan had to lift her off tho pony aai
carry her in. They placed her In a chair
before tho fire, where sho sat huddled up
In her cardinal and hood, refusing to take
them off.
When all was safely bestowed, Mathow
thought him of his brtdo, and camo into
the parlor, now bright with a cheerful firo
and & candle. Ho threw off hat and cloak
with a sigh of relief.
"Come," ho said, “let us bo friends,
Drusllla, since wo aro married. Yes,
child, married. You would have mo uo
other way Letushavo no more skulk-
Ing."
She answered nothing.
••Well, it matters not.” Hero tho land
lord and his wife, with Dan and a servant
wench, came in together. “Something to
eat." Mathew ordered. "Anything that
you have. My wife is tired with her rido
over the moors.”
“Over the moors?” This was tho land
lady. ••You haven’t surely brought a
leddy over the moors on sic a night as
this?”
“Indeed, but I have,” ho replied.
“Come, madam.” Ho seized her by tho
arm and dragged her off tho chair—oh,
the gentle wooer!—so that she stood bo
fore him. “Bear witness, all of you,” bo
■aid, her gloved hand. “This is
my wife, my lawful wife, by Scottish law."
Now whether such Is tho Scottish law
I know not at all, but In Northumberland
it was always believed that, across tho
Border, such a form of words, before wit
nesses, constituted tho whole of mar
riage required by law, although, by way
of adding some grace of ceremony, tho
pair sometimes Jumped over a broom
stick, or wrote their names in a book, or
gave a blacksmith a guinea.
“My lawful wife,” Mathew repeated.
The bride, who hiacf been standing with
bent shoulders and bowed head, straight
ened herself and stood upright. Then tho
witnesses observed a very curious and re
markable thing Tho face of tho bride
groom, which should surely on such an
occasion show a lively sense of happiness,
expressed first astonishment, then uneasi
ness, and finally terror.
The cause of these successive emotions
was simple. When Mathow had repeated
his form of words he would have dropped
his bride’s hand, but she now hold his,
first with a gentle pressure, next with de
termination, and finally with a viselike
tenacity which amazed and filled him with
strange fears.
Presently, still holding his hand, she
■poke:
“I acknowledge Mathew Humble as my
trae and lawful husband.”
The voice was hoarse and rough.
Mathew with his loft hand tore eff the
hood. Before him stood, her mouth open
ing gradually to make room for the hoarse
Uaxh which followed, no other .than Salvor
Man nerself, tu tiar snort, pouicoeta and
hor cloth jacket, with a woolen wrapper
tied about her head.
"My busbandl” sho repeated; “my lov
ing husband! Would ye bellevo it”—«he
addressed the company generally—“he’s
so fond o' mo that ho couldn’t wait to have
tho bans pat up, bat must nesas carry me
off? Saw ye ever such a bmw lover?"
They were alt ssto-ushod; and when she
laughed, stL’l holding the astonished
bridegroom hy the hand, some of them
trembled, because they know not whether
sho was man or woman, hor voice was so
rough, hor hair wos so short, her jacket
was so sailor like.
"Ah, hinneysl” she laughed again
hoarsely, because tho air had touched her
throat. “The bonny, bonny brldo aud the
happy groom! Kiss your wife, my hus
band dear.”
Sho throw herself upon his neck, and
began to kiss his lips.
“You? Yon?” Ho tore away his hand
from her grasp, tried to push her from
him with violoneo, but sho clung fast to
him, and retreated, step by stop, to the
corner of the room. "You?”
“Yes, it's mo, dearie—it’s ma Did yo
1 over hear tho like? To fall in iovo with
an old woman of 70, like me, and to run
away with hcrl I never looked to get
another husband. There’s a spirit for
ycul There’s a bold spirit. Mathow
dear, whoa shall wo go back? Oh, tho
wedding featt that wo will have! Well!
wo women lovo a lad of mettle. Is there
a boy In Warkworth, except my man
here, who would carry his wife all tho
way across tho moors when he might have
had mo asked in church?”
Don, ono of those who aro naturally
slow to understand things unless they
fall out exactly as 1s expected, had by this
tlmo succeeded hi comprehending tho
whole. Ho had, ho now perceived, car
ried off tho wrong woman, which fully
accounted for tho vigor of tho kicks, tho
amazing strength of tho clout and tho
capacity for strong drink.
“Nan!” ho cried. “It’s our Nani”
“It is, yo lubber,” sho replied, “and no
ono else.”
Ho then began to laugh too. Ho
laughed so loud and so long, being a
man who seldom soes a joke, and then
cannot make enough of It, that tho land
lord, tho landlady ami tho servant girl
caught tho infection, and they all laughed
too. Mathow raged aud swore. This
znado Dan laugh tho louder and tho
1 ngcr. Mathew ceased to swear: he
threw himself into a chair, with ids hands
in his pockets, and sat, cheeks red and
eyes flashing, until tho storm of mirth
subsided. Then his dainty and delicate
brldo banged her great fist upon tho table.
“No sheering off now,” sho cried.
“You’ro my man, and a merry and a
happy lifo you shall lend. Mates and
jolly sailors all, this Is my third husband.
Tho first, ho was hanged; tho second, ho
hanged himself; better luck to tho third.
What a wlfo ho’s got! what a wifol
Now then, rum for this Uonorablo com
pany, and a fiddlo for tho wedding; and
more rum nnd tobacco, and more rum.
Ktir about, I say.” Sho produced abo’s’u’s
whistle, aud blew a long shrill call. “Stir
r.boul, or I'll rope's end tho wholo crow.
Hum, I say; more rum for this honorable
company!”
Schedule of the Hartsville R. R.
Hartsyillb. 8. O., Dee. 7 ’ 9.
DAILY MIKED THAI
Leaves Hartevllle, 7.1S A. M.
Leaves Jovann, 7.40 “
Arrive at Floyd’s, 8.05 “
Making connection with the Bonth
bound passenger train on the Cheraw
& Darlington Railrcfed.
RETURNING.
Leave Floyd’s, 10.00 A. M.
J^eave Jovann. * 10.20 “
Arrive at Hartsville, 10.50 “
This train waits two hoars, if nnnriw
ry, for the North bound freight train
on C. &. D. R. R.
Leave Floyd's,
lA'ave Jovann,
Arrive at Hartsville,
J.
0.00 P. M.
9.20 “
0.45
COKER.
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FOU C. k 1>. AND C. & ff. RAILROADS
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0. A D. anuC. A 8. RAILROADS. 1
Charlestuo, 8, C., Msy 12,1889. j
)o ami aftar Msy IX, the trslw os
il.tvte roads will run ss follows (Sands «x-
oepted) every dsy:
DOWN TBAIN.
L ivi- Wadesboro
Dennetts
Morvcn’s 5,85
McFarland 6-60
Leave Cheraw 7,80
Cash’s ;7.46
Society Hill 8 02
Dove’s 8.2‘d
Darlington 8.42
Palmetto 8 55
Arrive at Florence • ••••• *••••• •••••• 0 16
CP TBAIN.
Leave Florence 8.10 P M
Palmetto 8 25
Darlington 8 86
Dove’s 8-62
Sooietyilill 0.12
Cash’s 9 17
LcaveChcraw 0.43 P M
McFarlan 10.08
Morvcn’s 10 20
Bennett’s 10.35
Lake Wadesboro 11.00
Freight Train going up.
Leave Florence 7.00 s m
Arrive Darlington T.46sm
Freight going down
Arrive Darlington 2.00 pm
Lvave Darlington 8 50 p m
Arrive Florence 4.10 pm
0 11
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Mailer Trim sport at ion.
I<TEW SOHEIDXJ2-.E
ORTHEASTEUN RAILROAD
4.
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Charleston, 8. C., May 12, 1889.
On nnd after this date the fol'owing
schedule will be run :
GOING SOUTH.
No. 27, Daily.
Leave F lorence
Leave Kingstree
.Arrive Lance
Leave Lancs
Arrive Charleston
No. ”3, Daily.
Leave Florence
Leave Kingstree
Arrive Lanes
Leave Lanes
Arrive Charleston
No 63.
Leave Lanes
Arrive Charleston
Train No. 63 lakes No. 58 South of Lanei
Train on C & D R R conn *>j at Flor
ence with No 23 Train
GOING NORTH.
No, 78, Daily.
Leave Charleston
*1 86 a m
2 29 a m
2 60 a m
2 50 a is
b 00 a in
*9 80 a m
10 65 s n
11 20 a i
1 i 30 a i
1 80 s is
*7 60 P. JJ.
9 80 f. m.
"Stir about, or I'll rope's end the whole
crew!"
With these words sho sprang Into tho
middle of tho room, and began to danco a
hornpipe with tho most surprising skill
and ogility.
(To bo continued.)
Arrive Lanes
Leave Lanes .
Leave Kingstree
A rrivo Florence
No. 14.
Sun Benito's Squirrel Ordinance.
Tho board of supervisors of San
Benito county have douo a wiso aud
timely thing for their section in tho
passage of anordinauco outlawing tho
gophers and squirrels which infest the
grain fields.
Tho ordinance provides that any
owner or occupant of lands whoso
*12 25 a m
2 45 a m
2 60 a m
3 i0 a m
4 'JO a m
*4 30 p m
6 28 p m
6 28 p m
0 40 p in
7 66 p m
Leave Cnarleston
Arrive Lanes
l.eave Lanes
Leave Kingstree
Arrive Florence
No. 62. Daily.
Leave Charleston 7 '0 a m
Ai rive Lanes 0 i0 a m
* Daily. ■(■ Daily except Sun
Trail No. 52 t ikes No. 62 North Lanes.
Train No. 14 connect* at Flor with
Train on C & D It It for Cheraw ,,aud
Wadesboro. N. C.
Nos 52 runs through to Columbia
lauds aro freo trom squirrels or go- via Central R R of 8 C.
phers, or who is endeavoring to destroy Nos. 78 and 14 run solid to Wilmington,
lands, may givo N. C., making close connection with W. A
tho sumo on his own
notico to tho owners or occupants of
adjoining lauds whoso lands are in
fested with squirrels or gophers, aud
who aro not using diligenco nor en
deavoring to destroy said animals,
to immediately commence tho destruc
tion thereof. And if tho owner or oc
cupant of said lands so infested does
nut comply with tho demand within
ten days thereof, then tho person giv
ing tho notice, or his agent or em
ploye, may enter upon tho lands so
infested for tho purpose of destroying
the said squirrels or gophers. And tho
exponso thereof shall bo a claim
against such owner or occupant and a
lien upon such land in favor of said
adjoining land owner or possessor
giving said notice, which may
bo enforced in any court of
competent jurisdiction and a judg
ment obtained therefor against
said owner or possessor neglecting to
comply with sai 1 demand. Aud tho
lands of said person shall bo sold in
satisfaction of said judgement.—San
Jose Mercury.
W R R for all points north.
J R. KENLY, J. F. Dmss,
Supt. Trans. , Gen’l Ssp’l.
T. M. Emerson, Gen’l Pats. Agl.
milNGTO* COLUMBIA AM AUGUSTA KA1UIAI
May 12, 1889.
GOING SOUTH
No. 28.
Leave Wilmington
Leave Marion
Arrive Florence
No. 60.
*6 25 p ■
9 38 p in
10 39 s a
8.20 S M
4.40 s a
4 40 s m
6. 16 s m
No. z7
Nc 52
Poor Security.
A certain gentleman, who keeps a
boarding house for the accommodation 1
of actors not far from Union square,
has resolved that ho will never again
accept tho manuscript of a play as se
curity of an unpaid board bill. An au
thor manager, whoso namo is quite well j
known in theatrical circles, lived at
this boarding house something over a
year ago, and when ho was ready to
depart lio was financially embarrassed.
So ho stated his caso to tho landlord,
and left with him as collateral a seal
ed package, wliich ho said contained
two manuscripts of a well known
Leave Florence
Arrive Sumter
; Leave 8umier
Arrive Columbia
1 Leave Wilmington
Leave Marion
Arrive Florence
Leave Sumter
Arrive Columbia
No 68
I Leave Florence
' Arrive Sumter
No 62 runs through from
! Central R It.
Leaving Lanes 9 16 A M„ Massing 8 58
A M.
Train on C k D R R connects at Flcrenes
with No 68.
GOING NORTH.
No 61
*16.10 ■ ns
12.40 p ■
1 20 ■ m
flfi 83 a u
J1 66 p m
f9 21
10 2!
28 a m
CharltslsD via
vaiuabio and that tho author would
in timo nay tho bill Tho package re-
council and they broke tho seals. The
contents were 250 “property plots” of
the play, but there was no manuscript
in tho paskago. The “property plots"
—list of tho properties required at a
performance—are worth tho price of
old paper.—New York Star.
i.oave Columbia.
*10 85 p n
Arrive Sumter
11 68 p a
Leave Sumter
H 68 p ta
Arrive Florence
No. 78.
1 16 a s»
Leave Florence,
4 85 a ■
Leave Marion
6 20 am
j Arrive at Wilmington,
No. 69
8 36 am
Leave Sumter
f6 37 p at
i Arrive Florence
No. 68,
7 60 p ■
‘ Leave Columbia
•6 20 pm
. Arrive Sumter
No 14
6 >2 pat
I Leave Florence
•8 16 p a
' Leave Marion
8 59 p m
Arrive at Wilmington
11 60 p at
uceM lauo roMeitsum us «• oireet vur.
Tho occupants of a street car on the
Walnut street lino had an unpleasant
experience at Nineteenth and
streets yesterday afternoon about 2
o’clock, when they encountered a
swarm of bees.
Tho insects first lit on tho mules,
which evinced their displeasure by
kicking and attempting to runaway
with the car. Five or six people were
in the car at the time, and they soon
vacated it A servant at the residence
of Dr. Cawein, on the corner, throw
some dust into a tree and the bees set
tled there. They were finally bited.
—Louisville Cotlrier-Joumal
•Daily. (Daily except Sunday.
No 63 runs through to Charleston, vis
Central R R, arriving Manning 7 04 P 1.
Lanes 7 42 P M. Charleston 9 80 P M.
No 69 connects at Florence with CAD
train for Cheraw and Wadesboro’.
Nee 78 and 14 make close eonneclton sf
Wilmingtou with W 4 17 R R for all point!
North.
Train on Floronoe R. R, leave Pee Deo
daily except Sunday 4.49 P. M., arrive
Rowland 7.00 P. M Returning leave
Rowland 6,30 A. M., arrive P#o Dee 9.00
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