6 IN THE SIERRAS. So far away the city lies. Deep in the fog-hung vale below, 2 cannot hear Its murmurs rise To fret these mountains crowned with snow. My soul Is tired of storm and stress. The tumult of the peopled ways; The crowded streets are emptiness That mock the passing of the days. But here there is no sound to mar The silence; and one almost hears. Threading the solitudes afar, The faint, soft footfalls of the years. I .seek the wood paths and the streams. Following the devious ways thereof; To dream the half-forgotten dreams. To live the memories of love. "T»is here we heard the linnet trill At summer morns beneath the eaves; Against the blue above yon hill The fir tree traced its fernlike leaves. Twas there on radiant afternoons, A pQliien haze lay on the slope, When all the world was love's and June's, And heart-throbs beat the hours of hope. Between me and that long ago The years' gray levels Intervene, Like the dim valley stretched below, Krom altitudes of love unseen. >mJ soft as summer mists that fall On distant slopes and woods and streams, Lies on the days beyond recall The golden glamor of our dreams. —Vlrna Woods, in Woman's Home Com jtanion. S U*n-*ATs. tCopyricht, 18157. by Longman*, Green 4 Co.] SYNOPSIS. Chapter I—D'Auriac, commanding out post where scene is laid, tells the story, De Oomsron has been appointed by Gen. <Je .Rone to examine Into a charge made against him. Nicholas, a sergeant, brings In two prisoners, a man and a woman, who are from the king's camp at Le Fere. D'Auriac.angeri'd by insulting manner of de Gomeron toward the woman, strikes him. A duel follows, and during the commotion the prisoners escape. De Hone happens on the disorderly scene, and d'Auriac, upon etvlr.g his parole not to attempt escape, hears this remarkable sentence: "To-mor row— you must die on the field. Win or luse. If 1 catch you at the close of the day, 1 *11! hang you as high as Human." Chapter ll—D'Auriac next morning takes his place as usual on de Hone's staff In the course of his ride over the lleld 110 saves the life of Nicholas, the sergeant, who, a ■victim of de Gomeron's malice, is found in Imminent danger of almost instant death. Chapter lll—After the battle in which Klr.g Henry utterly routs de Koae's forces, d'Auriac, lying severely wounded, sees the forms of a man and woman moving under cover of the night among the dead and wounded. They find a golden collar on de Leyva's corpse, and Babettte stabs Mauginot (her partner) to gain possession of the prize. After this hideous ?cene Henry with a retinue, among whom Is the fair prisoner who had escaped from the hand of de Gonieron, rides over the field. Chapter IV—D'Auriac in the hospital of Bte. Genevieve discovers his unknown triend is the heiress of Bidache. She vis- Its him daily, and when be is well enough la taken to her Normandy chateau. Here be learns from Maitre Palin, the madame's chaplain, that the king is about to force upon the woman a very distasteful mar riage with M. d'Ayen. With Jacques, his steward, d'Auriac leaves for the avowed purpose of preventing their marriage. Chapter V—D'Auriac's horse casts a shoe. This causes a delay at village of Kzy, where ho comes upon Nicholas, his old sergeant, who says de Gomeron is in the neighborhood with the king's commis sion, and that he (Nicholas) has evidence of treason brewing among de Gomeron and certain associates against the king. Chapter Vl—Led by Nicholas, d'Auriac goes by night to where de Gomeron is sta tioned. Standing beside a broken pans they hi>ar something of the outline of a plot against tho king. Burning with revenge, Nicholas (iris through the. window at de Giimeron, but misses his mark. Chapter Vll—The two men fly for their lives, and think themselves almost beyond pursuit when they come suddenly face to face with Biron, one of the traitors to the king, whom d'Auriac cuts down, and with <le Gomeron, who makes short work of Nicholas, d'Auriac escapes. Chapter VIII He comes to Rouvres where Jacques, by previous arrangement, had prepared to ha\e him received; from there he goes direct to Paris. Chapter IX —D'Auriac takes up lodgings 111 Paris, and lays what he knows of the treachery in the army and among the no bin before Sully, master general of •ordnance, who advises him to keep himself a* much con lined as possible. Chapter X—Calling on de Belin, a friend living In Paris, the chevalier secures from him a servant, named Ravaillac (whom de Belin had won from d'Ayen at dice) to temporarily take the place of Jacques. He leartu marriage of d'Ayen and Madame de la Bidache is to take pla>ce In a fortnight. De Belin Is to be d'Ayen's sponser. Chapter XI Maitre Palin appears In Paris Sn attendance upon Madame de la Bidache, comes to see d'Auriac and out lines to li'irr* a; plan ft»r f|ie mad'ame's eacape into Switzerland. D'Auriac crosses the river, meets d'Ayen, who throws him hla glove, which almost forces him Into a «Juel on Ihe spot. Forced by the danger to himself of such a disturbance on the street, he flees, eluding the guards only by plung ing into the river and swimming to his own side. Chapter Xll—D'Aurlaic has his suspicions •roused concerning his new servant, Rav aillac. Later he witnesses 1 a meeting of the servant arid de Gomeron. D'Auriac there upon returns him to his former service un der de Belin. Chapter XIII—M. de Belin goes to the Louvre with d'Auriac so that he may tell hie story to the king. After a few moments in the great hail he is summoned into the cabinet. CHAPTER XIII.— CONTINUED. whispered Belin, and I vui before the king. In the first two steps I took on entering the room I perceived that there had been a scene, fiully was standing against the open window, his back to the light, and gravely stroking his beard. The mar shal was pacing backward and forward i.u an agitated manner, and the king himself was leaning against a high de&k, beating a tattoo with his fingers on tie veneer. Aide Belin presented me, I bent to tny knee, and there was a dead silence, broken only by Henry renewing the ■quick, impatient tapping of his fingers on the woodwork of his desk. He was, ■who! was unusual with him when in I'arU, in half armor, and perhaps in compliment to the king of Spain, for it •was llie anniversary of the treaty of Vrrrins, wore ther scarlet and ermine- mantle of the Toison d'Or. In the «ile»ce my eyes unconsciously caught the glitter of the collar, a£ul 1 could al most read the device, "Pretium non vile laborum," on the fleece. "You may rise, monsieur," the king said at last, coldly, and added: "And you may speak. It is because 1 under stand that 1 have for the moment ex cused you —now what have you to say?" As he spoke his glittering eyes met me full in the face, and for the mi* nent I could not find words. "Ventre St. Gris!" and Henry picked up a melocotin from a salver that was by him and played with it between his fingers, "you could not have been born under the two cows on the field, or else you would have found your tongue ere this, M. d'Auriac —you are not of the south, are you?" "No, sire, though my father was gov ernor of Provence, and married into the Foix Candale." "If so you should be a perfect Chrys ostom. What have you to say?" I had regained my courage by this and took the matter in both hands: "Your majesty, 1 will speak—l charge the marshal, Due de Biron, with being a traitor to you and to France, I charge him with conspiring—" "You liar!" It was Biron's voice, furious and cracked with rage, that rang through the room; but Henry stopped him with a word, and then I went on repeating exactly what is known, and what I have described before. When it was over the king turned to; the marshal, who burst out in a passion of upbraiding, calling God and his own services to witness that his hands were clean, "and is the word of this man to be believed?" he concluded, "this man, who was openly in arms gainst the king, who is known as a brawler in the streets, who is even now trying to win the hand of a royal ward with not a penny piece to line his doublet pockets, who is excluded from the king's peace—is his oath to be tak en before the word of a peer of France? Sire, my father died by your side—and I —I will say no more. Believe him if you will. Here is my sword! It has served you well," and unbuckling his sword the marshal flung himself on his knees before the king and presented him with the hilt of his blade. Astonished and silenced by this au dacious outburst, I could say nothing, but saw Sully and de Belin exchange a strange smile. The king, however, was much moved. Putting his hands on Biron's shoulders, he lifted him to-his feet. "Biron, my old friend," he said, "the oaths of this man and a hundred such as he are but as a featherweight against your simple word. Messieurs, it is because I wished the marshal to know that I would hear nothing behind a man's back that I would not repeat to his own face, that I have allowed M. d'Auriac a free rein to his tongue. In fine, I believe no word of this incredible tale—M.d'Auriac,"and he turned tome, "I give you 24 hours to quit France, and never cross my path again." With my heart boiling with rage, 1 made for the stairway. I did not dare to look for madame. There was enough despair on my face to enable her to read it like a book were she to see me, and I had no doubt she had. 1 felt i had miserably failed. There was one chance, however, and that was to urge her to instant flight, and 1 determined to ride straight to the Hue Varenne, and there await either madame's or Palin's re turn, and induce them to adopt this course. At this moment some one came in my way, and stepping aside to let him pass, I caught sight of madame with both de Belin and the Huguenot at her side. She was not three feet from me and held out her hand, saying: "Courage, I know all." I held her small fingers for a moment, and then the ribbon by which her fan was slung to her wrist somehow slipped and the fan fell to the ground. I picked it up and on handing it to her caught a whisper: "Coiffier—to-night," and then with a bow I went on. Ten steps more brought me to the head of the stairway and Coiftier was standing there. "Would you have your fortune told, monsieur?" he asked. "Will to-night suit you?" I answered, taking his humor. "To-night will be too late, monsieur le chevalier—look in that as you ride home and you will see —and now go." With a turn of his wrist he produced a sma:l red ball of polished wood and placed it in my hands., and then moved backwards amongst the crowd. It did not take me five minutes more to find Couronne, but as I turned her head on reaching the gates of the town towards the river face, I heard de Belin's quiet voice behind: "Not that way, d'Auriac—you come with me." CHAPTER XIV. UNDER THE LIMES. It mattered little to me if I rode a portion of the way back with de Belin, unci so I turned Couronne's head as he wished. Before setting off, however, he gave some rapid and whispered 1 orders to Vallon, emphasizing them with a loud "tiuiek, mind you, anddo not fail." "It is not likely, monsieur," answered Vallon, and then set off. The crowd was as great as ever, and we were compelled togo slowly. Look ing for a moment to my right as we went forward, I saw Vallon making as much haste as he could in the delivery of his message, and 1 wished to myself that my own stout-hearted knave were with me; one blade such as his was worth a half-dozen hired swords. It was my intention to leave de Belin at his hotel, and make my way as quickly as possible to my lodging, and thence, taking the risk of the king's warning, go straight to the liue Ya rcnr.e and urge madame to instant flight. My house of cards had come down, a fluttering Ireap, as the first story was raised, and to my mind there was nothing for it but a sharp spur and a loose rein. I wished, too, for a mo ment of leisure to examine Coiilier's gift. I had little doubt that it conveyed a message or a warning, and the sooner I got at its contents the better. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 2, 1899. In the meantime Belin rode by my side whistling a march to himself, whilst a couple of lackeys immediately behind us shouted themselves hoarse with an insistent "Way —way for mon sieur le comptel" This cry of theirs was being constant ly echoed by a capuchin, who, mounted on a mule, with his hood'drawn over his face, so as to show little but his eyes and a portion of a gray beard, kept al ternately flinging an "Ave!" and a "Way! way!" to the crowd, the whiles he struck close to cur heels, having evi dently made up his mind to follow the old saw—the stronger the company the freer the road. I know not why it was, but the jing ling notes of the tune my friend whis tled irritated me beyond measure, and at last, at the corner of the Rue Per rault, I could stand it no longer and reining in held out my hand. "I must say good-by here, Belin. We will meet again, audi meet in better times, I trust, for me. In the mean while let rr.c thank you, my friend—the rest of my business lies in my own hand." He laughed and said: "Xot yet good by; and as for your business, there is some of it in Coiflier's wooden balk I would open that here before you decide to leave me." "Morbleu! You all seem determined to speak to me in riddles. Why can you not say plainly what you mean—and, besides, this is no place to read." "It is as good as any other. See l\ere, d'Auriac! I slipped out of the king's cabinet as he spoke to you, told madame how your affair was progressing; she herself had something to communicate to you; the matter was pressing, and as thingsstood she could not tell you there. Aa for your being treated like a pawn, I give you my word it was beyond me to help that; but if you come with me you will learn many things within the hour. In the meantime open the ball, man! It was a lucky thing Coiflier was there." Without any further hesitation I drew forth Coiflier's gift. It was, as I have said, a hollow wooden globe, and was made in two parts, which could be joined together, or separated by a turn of the wrist. I held it in my hands for a moment or so, and then opened it, and had just pulled forth the paper it con tained, when by ill chance as it seemed the capuchin, who was urging his mule past us, brushed violently against my horse, with the result that the paper slipped from between by fingers and fluttered to earth. Couronne after her first start was steady enough, but the monk's ill-conditioned mule kicked and HE FELL EXACTLY OVER THE PAPER. plunged, bringing him apparently heavi ly to the ground. He fell exactly over the paper, and lay there for a moment, face downward, resting on one elbow. I sprang down as much to get the paper as to assist him, but as I did so he scrambled to his feet with a "hundred pardons, monsieur, for my clumsiness," and then hastily turned and hurried after his mule, which was already many yards ahead, behaving after its kind, and whose speed was not diminished by the sticks, stones and oaths flung at him, and there was a roar of laughter—a mob will laugh or hiss at the merest trifles—as the lank figure of the capu chin sped along in pursuit of his beast and vanished after him down a side street. Belin himself joined in the merri ment, and I picked up the paper, mud dy and much soiled. Smoothing it out again-st the flap of my saddle, I made out the words: "To-night, under the limes in the Tuileries—at Compline." There was no doubt about the writing, and, thrusting the precious scrap into my breast pocket, I remounted. As I did so de Belin said: "Well, have you changed your plans?" "Partly; but I think I shall go back to my lodging." "Do nothing of the kind as yet. I have asked l'antin to meet us at the Two Ecus, your own ord i nary—Yal Ion — has gone to call him; you can give him any orders there. You owe me as much as to yield to me in this." It would have been ungracious not to have agreed, and I told Lisois I would go with him. "Hasten, then! The road is clearer now, thanks to the capuchin, or rathar to his mule. By the way, did you see the monk's face?" "Xo!" "A pity! I tried to, but. failed in the attempt. Ilis voice was familiar to me, and he seemed wonderfully active for an old man." A-* we pulled up at the ordinary and dismounted Belin exclaimed: "Xow for our supper! lam of those who #an.onTy fight under a full belt, and I would advise you, d'Auriac—you who will have fighting to do very soon, perhaps, to follow my advice and make the best use you can of your knife." I laughed out some reply, and then turning to mine host ordered refresh ment. for both man and beast, and di rected that our supper should be served in a private room. "And observe," cut in Belin, "if Maitre Pantin arrives let him be shown up to us at once." now well do I remember that small room in the Two Ecus, with the dark oak wainscoting, tins furniture that age had polished, the open window, showing the yellow sunset between the high-roofed and many-gabled houses, the red Frontignac, sparkling like ru bies in our long-necked glasses, and the deft service of Susette, the landlord's daughter, whose pretty lips pouted with disappointment because no notice was taken of her good looks by the two cav aliers who supped together, whose faces were so grave and whose speech was in tones so low as to be heard only by each other. At last we were left to ourselves, and Belin, who had been ex plaining many tilings to me that I knew not before, suddenly rose and began to pace the room, saying: "See here, d'Auriac, I have helped you for two reasons. One because I love France, and the other because I love you. Hen ry has ordered the marriage of Madame de la Bidache with d'Ayen to be celebra ted to-morrow. lie gave that order to day to put an end to the importunities of the marshal in regard to de Gomer on. I know this, and madame knows it, too. In plain language, you must play a bold stroke for the woman you love—take her away to-night." "That was partly arranged —we are togo to Switzerland." "You will never reach the frontier. 1.00k —there is my castle of Mourmeton in Champagne. It. is old and half in ruirvs. See—here is my signet. Take it, show it to Gringel, the old forester there; he will take you to a hiding place. Stay there until the affair blows over, and then to Switzerland or else where if you will; in the meantime I pledge you the faith of de Belin that no stone will be left unturned to effect your pardon." [TO BR CONTINUED.] EARLY DAYS OUT WEST. How OnllKwn and Indian* Handed To gether to Capture the Over land St"i4<- t'oachn. Col. "Jim" Stephenson, the livery man of Omaha, is one of the veteran freighters of the old west. There are not many of the tribe left, and few of them at any time had more adventur ous experiences than he. The terror of the freighters in those remote times was Three-Fingered Jack, who was as sisted by Roman Xose and a band of 50 Sioux. In those days Stephenson was driving a Concord coach, one of a line of which he was operating, making connection with western railroads. One of these coaches was set aside to carry treasure. By leaving Omaha on Mon day morning the 600 miles to Denver could be made by Saturday afternoon. One day the coach started out with $200,000 for Denver. Stephenson drove the six horses himself as far as Kear ney. There were five passengers and Ben Adam.s, the guard. Two hundred miles out, near where Lexington, Xeb., now is, while the coach was climbing a hill, Jack's band blocked the road. He yelled to Stephenson to pull up, but Jim cracked his whip on the horses, which sprang forward and two of the outlaws were run over before they could get out of the way. Stephenson says: "At the same time Ben Adams fired both barrels of a heavily-loaded shotgun into the band and killed three of their number. From both sides of our treasure coach the pas sengers fired their pistols at. the out la-ws. They did little execution, but the bandits evidently thought they had sur prised an army from the way they scat tered. I gained the brow of the hill be fore the road agents were ready to act. "They poured a volley into the rear of our coach, which killed two passengers outright and wounded George Golden. In spite of his wounds the brave fellow climbed up to the rear window of the coach and as the great vehicle swayed and rolled as we dashed wildly down the hill poured shot after shot into the outlaws. This kept the bandits at a dis tance, and they were afraid to approach until their Indian allies came up. We came two miles down the hill in three minutes. As we reached the foot of the hill the Indians liove in eight. They could not get up close to us and the road agents were afraid. They sent . cloud of missiles through the coach, over our heads and into the horses pulling the coach. One arrow pierced the face of Golden as he de fended our rear. Another feathered shaft stuck into Adams' back. In ad dition he received no fewer than ten other wounds. In spite of the jolting of the coach he managed to knock several of the pursuers from their horses with his rifle. "The gang followed us until the post was almost in sight and then drew off. Of the five passengers four were dead and Golden was desperately wounded, but recovered."—Denver Times. MifttuUen Identity. Attorney—You say you had called to see Miss Billings and was at the house at the time the burglary was committed ? Witness —Yes, sir. "Then how did it happen that when the prisoner dashed into the room and assaulted you you leaped through the window and went home, making no at tempt to defend the lady or give the alarm?" "I thought it was her father."—Hart ford Times. A Question of Kmphnxia. Mother —Why didn't you prevent him from kissing you? Why didn't you call me? (Reflectively.) But 1 suppose it was all over too soon? Daughter (with a far-away look) — Yes, mother; it was all over too soon.— Puck. A Sail Disappointment. Maj. Bludgud—So you were disap pointed in Bar Harbor, sub? Maj. Threefingers—Yawstlv, majah Why, would you believe it, it derives it name from a bar that is actually situ ated undah watah, suh.—Judge. The oniy animal that is really dumi is the giraffe, which is unable toexpre. itself by a ly sound' whatever. 3ffifSs|aßs« ANOTHER RABBIT TRAP. It I* Holle Clever in HexlKii find Can He Constructed l> J Any In- IsreniouM VounuNter. Sink a dry goods box two and a half or three feet deep into the ground near a hedgerow or in a fence corner, or any secluded spot that may be fre quented by rabbits. Leave the top about six inches above ground. Saw out a hole about six inches square at the top on one side. Make a box (b) without ends, 18 inches long, the sjdes of inch and the top and bottom of half inch boards. This is to fit exactly the six-inch hole in the dry goods box. It may be made so as to work a little free- DESIRABLE RABBIT TRAP. ly and is to be hung on a pivot in such a way that the end outside the box is slightly heavier. Put the bait (c) at the inner end of the pivoted box. It does not take much to induce a rabbit to enter a hole. Once inside this the animal crawls along until past the mid dle, when its weight overbalances the box, which tips up suddenly, and the animal slides out into the larger box. The pivoted, box then falls back to its original position and is ready for an other rabbit. The trap is easily con structed, simple and has the advan tage of being always set. There can be two entrances as shown in the illustra tion. The top and sides of the box exposed above ground can be covered with leaves, snow or anything to dis guise it. The trap door (a) is for re moving the captured rabbits. —Orange Judd Farmer. NEGLECTED INDUSTRY. The Honey lliimlim-x* Im Xot Itci'rlvlng the Attention in the West Which It Should. It is a matter of congratulation that so many of the side industries possible to the farm have been brought into prominence within a few years through the farm press and the farmers' insti tute, but there is something still lack ing". The honey business is rarely men tioned at a farmers'institute, and many of the farm papers do not mention it except in the most casual manner. Illinois has many honey plants which would be a source of considerable rev enue if the honey could be secured., but because of lack of bees thousands of dollars' worth of nectar wastes every year. All over the state white clovei grows and flourishes during the sum mer, and in most of the state heartsease and Spanish needle are found in waste places, while golden rod might almost be named as the flower of the state. Besides these is sweet clover, which is a troublesome weed in most places, and many dislike the honey that comes from it. Intelligent farmers recognize the value of bees in the pollenization of fruit flowers, and they no doubt ac complish much good in the same way with other crops. There is room for bees on every farm in the state, and if every farmer produced only honey enouglx for his own family, the saving in the item of sweets for family use would be larger than most luen imag ine.—Farmers' Yoiee. <i na 11 lien t lon* of n Jnder. Mr. Mortimer Levering, of Lafayette, Ind., in an address delivered at the an nual meeting of the Xew York State Breeders' association, recently held ut Rochester, on "Judging Live Stock in the Show Ring," after emphasizing the great responsibility of the position, summed up the requirements of a judge as follows: "An eye for symmetry and outline, a fine sense of touch, an. educa tion in animal anatomy to detect blem ishes, defects and malformation, a com plete knowledge of the points of excel lence governing the variety under con sideration, a mathematical genius for comparing sizes and weights, a cool head and resolute nerve, an unpreju diced mind, the oourage of his convic tions, unimpeachable integrity, and a disjKisition to do what is honest and right." Ahont Color and llreed*. Many readers who take an interest in the breeds are at a loss to understand the advantages possessed by birds of the same breed, but which are different in color. For instance, there are the white, buff, black, brown, dominique and silver-dtickwing Leghorns, but they differ only in color, being equal in lay ing qualities. The same may be stated of the single-comb and rose comb va rieties. There is a difference, however, in hardiness, 'flie varieties that are rare, such as the black, dominique and silver-duckwing Leghorns, are more in bred, as new blood is not easily ob tained, but the buffs, whites and browns, though hardier than the oth ers, are about equal in merit otherwise. Color h*» but litHe, if any, influence in determining quality.—Farm and Fire side. A tight, slanting platform, arranged under the roosts, so as to catch all the iroppings, will help in lessening the work of securing cleauline**. "Evil Dispositions Are Early Shown." Just so evil in the blood comes out in shape of scrof ula, pimples, etc., in children and young people. Taken in time it can be eradicated by using Hood's Sarsaparilla. In older people, the aftermath of irregular living shows it self in bilious conditions, a heavy head, a foul mouth, a general bad feeling. It is the blood, the impure blood, friends, which ia the real cause. Purify that with Hood's Sarsaparilla and happiness will reign in your family. Blood Poison-" I lived in a bed of fire for years owing to blood poisoning that fol lowed small pox. It broke out all over my body, itching intensely. Tried doctors and hospitals in vain. I tried Hood's Sarsapa rilla. It helped. I kept at it ai>d was en tirely cured. I could goon the housetops and shout about it." MRS. J. T. WILLIAMS, Carbondale, Pa. Scrofula Sores -" My baby at two months had scrofula sores on cheek and arm. Local applications and physicians' medicine did little or no good. Hood's Sar saparilla cured him permanently. He is now four, with smooth fair skin." Mes, S. S. WROTEN, Farmington, Del. 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Dix—l understand Windig, the attorney, IB seriously ill, His —Yes; 1 met his physician this morn ing, and he says he is lying at death's door. "That's just like a lawyer."—Chicago Evening News. Tarry a few days under Florida's azur« nkies; breathe her soft pure air; drink the fragrance from her orange blossoms, then tour the Tropics on magnificent steel Pas senger Ships of the Plant Line, sailing fivt times every week from Port Tampa to Ha vana. Just Lovely. Mrs. Brown —I was in the new drug store to-day. It's just lovely. Mrs. Jones —Ves? "Yes, they have six different shades of pills!"— Detroit Journal. Dlaajfreeable February, The discomforts of this month can be escaped by taking advantage of the winter excursions of the Louisville & Nash villa Railroad- to one of the many pleasant re sorts of the South. This line others unsur passed facilities for reaching the cities in the South, the winter resorts of the beautiful Gulf Coast, of Florida, of California, and of the West Indies. 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