6 SEA LESSONS. I. On turface heave and roll the waves, o*«{>, the waters lie untroubled, still; tilav the wild winds here, the tempest raves. There secure reigns Ocean's mighty will. Father—God, so be It with Thy child— On the surface play life's forces free; Come the storms of sorrow, north-blasts wild, Ooubt and care and grave anxiety. Tet within be calm, unruffled peace; Strength—the rule of Thine all-perfect will; for. born of Thy love, dull care's release; Faith that good e'er lurks within the ill. 11. Bearing on thy bosom broad and kind Burdens of the toiling world's bequest, Servest there, O sea, thy master, mind, Knowing not fatigue nor moment's raest. S'afltntly to till thy appointed place, Welcome to thy bosom human care, ■Serve, not be served, self efface— May I in thy faithful spirit share. 111. Xet what time thou raiseth up thy might, ITiirigest fury, mounting heaven-high, Who but fears thee, Ocean infinite? Who can brook thy wrath, thy will defy? Esmbol thou of thy Creator-Lord, Clod of boundless might and majesty. Terrible the judgments of His sword; Brooking no resistance His decree. Vet, like thee. His majesty He bows, S. •rvant i<f 11 .-t rvants tobecome; Bears within His heart their sins and woes, Hrtngs them on ltf• s voyage safely home. •-Uitbcr Davis, in N. V. Observer. My Strangest Case BY CiUY BOOTH BY. Author of "Dr. Kikola." "The Beautiful White Devii," "Pharos, The Egyptian," Etc. > / righted, 1901, by Luck A Co.] I'A IIT 1.-—Continued. Ilayle accompanied them into the bar, and was a witness of the satisfac tion ihe laudlord endeavored, from business motives; to conceal. Indue course lie followed them to the small, stifling rooms in the yard at the back, and observed that they were placed oa cither side of himself. He had al ready taken the precaution of rapping upon the walls in order to discover their thickness, and to find out wheth er the sound of chinking money was to be heard through them. "I must remember that thirty-seven and sixpence and two Mexican dollars are all 1 have in the world," he said to himself, "ft would be bad business to allow them to suppose that I had more, until I find out what they want." "The last time I was here was with Stellman," said the taller of the men, ■when they met again in the courtyard. "He had got a concession from the Dutch, so he said, to work a portion of the West Coast for shell. He wanted me togo in with him." "And you couldn't see vour way to ii?" "I've seen two Dutch jails," said the other; "and I have no use for them." "And what happened to Stellman?" asked Hayle, but without any appar ent interest. He was thinking of some thing else at the time. "They got his money, his boat and his shell, with three pearls that would have made your mouth water," replied the other. "And Stellman?" "Oh, they buried him at Sourabaya. lie took the cholera, so they said, but I have heard since that he died of star vation. They don't feed you too well In Dutch jails, especially when you've .got a concession and a consul." The speaker looked up at his com panion as he said this, and the other, who, as I have already said, was not interested in the unfortunate Stell- Hum, or had probably heard the tale before, nodded his head in the direc tion of the room where the smaller sun was engaged on his toilet, to the accompaniment of splashing water. The movement of the head was as sig nificant as the nod of the famous'lord of Burleigh. "Just the same as ever," the other replied. "Always pushing his nose into old papers and documents, until you'd think he'd make himself ill. Lord, what a man he would have been for the British museum! There's not his -equal on ancient Asia in the world." "And this particular business?" "Ah, you shall hear all about it in the proper time. That'll be to-morrow morning, I reckon. Tn the meantime you can goto bed, and content your self with the knowledge that, all being well, you're going to play a hand in the biggest scoop that ever I or any body else have tackled!" Mr. Kitwater, for such was the name of the gentleman, began his prepara tions for the night, vigorously cursing the mosquitoes as he did so. He was a. fine-looking man, with a powerful, though somewhat humorous cast of countenance. His eyes were large and not unkindly. His' head was a good oue from a phrenological point of view, but was marred by the possession of enormous ears which stood out on either side of his head like those of a bat. lie wore a close-cropped beard, »nd he was famous for his strength, <which indeed was that of a giant. "Hayle, if I can sum it up aright, is just the same as ever," he said, as he arranged the mosquito netting of his bed. "He doesn't trust me, and I don't trust him. But he'll be none the less useful for that. Let him try to play mc false, and, by the Lord Harry, he'il not live to do it again." With this amiable sentiirfrnt Mr. Kit *estter prepared himself fur slumber. Next morning they met at break fast. All three were somewhat silent. It was as if t lie weight of the matter which was that day to be discussed pressed upon their spirits. The small est of the trio, Septimus Codd by name, who was habitually taciturn, spoke scarcely a word. He was a strange l<t(le man, a nineteenth century vil iimiu in a. tense. He was a rotfue and a vagabond, yet his one hobby, apart from his business, was a etudy of the past, and many an authority on east ern history would have been aston ished at the extent of his learning. He was never so happy as when bur rowing amongst ancient records, and it was mainly due to his learning in the first place, and to a somewhat sin gular accident in the second, that the trio were now foregathered in Singa pore. His personal appearance was a peculiar one. His height was scarce ly more than four feet six inches. His face was round, and at a distance ap peared almost boyish. It was only when one came to look into it more closely that it was seen to be scored by numberless small lines. Moreover, it was unadorned by either beard or mustache. Jlis hair was gray, and was worn somewhat longer than is usual. He could speak fluently almost every language of the east, and had been imprisoned by the llussians for seal ing in prohibited waters, had been tor tured by the Chinese on the Yangtse, and, to his own unextinguishable dis grace, flogged by the French in Ton quin. Not the least curious l trait in his character was the affection he en tertained for Kitwater. The pair had been together for years, had quarreled repeatedly, but had never separated. The record of their doings would form an interesting book, but for want of space cannot be more than referred to here. Ilayle had been their part ner in not a few of their curious un dertakings, for his courage and re source made him a valuable ally, though how far they trusted each other it is impossible to say. Breakfast over they adjourned to the veranda, where the inevitable cigars made their appearance. "Now let's hear what you've got to say to me?" Hayle began. "Not here,"Kit water replied. "There are too many listeners. Come down to the harbor." So saying he led his companions to the water side, where he chartered a native boat for an hour's sail. Then, when they were out of earshot of the land, he bade liayle pay attention to what he had to say. "First and foremost you must under stand," he said, "that it's all due to Coddy here. We heard something of it from an old Siamese in Hanoi, but we never put much trust in it. Then Coddy began to look around, to hunt up some of the musty records, and after awhile he began to think that there might be something in the story after all. You see it's this way: You know Sengkor-Wat?" "Sengkor how much?" "Sengkor-Wat—the old ruin at the back of Burmah, near the Chinese border. Such a place as j'ou never dreamt of. Tumble-down palaces, temples, and all that sort of thing— lying out there all alone in the jungle." "I've seen Amber," said Hayle, with the air of a man who makes a remark that cannot be lightly turned aside. "After that I don't want any more ruined cities. I've got no use for them." "No, but you've got a use for other things, haven't you? You can use ru bies as big as pigeon's eggs, 1 suppose. You've got a use for sapphires, the like of which mortal man never set eyes on before." "That's certainly so," Hayle replied. "But what has this Sengkor-Wat to do with it?" "Everything in the world," Kitwa ter replied. "That's where those ru bies are, and, what's more, that's where we are going to find them." "Are you joking, or is this sober earnest?" He looked from Kitwater to Codd. The little man thus appealed to nodded his head. He agreed with all his com panion said. "It's quite true," said he, after a pause. "Rubies, sapphires and gold enough to make us all millionaires times over." "Bravo for Sengkor-Wat, then!" said Hayle. "But how do you know all this?" "I've told you already that Coddy found it out," Kitwater replied. "Looking over his old records he dis covered something that put him on the track. Then I happened to re member that, years ago, when I was in Hanoi, an old man had told me a won derful story about a treasure cham ber in a ruined city in the Burmese jungle. A Frenchman who visited the place, and had written a book about it, mentions the fact that there is a legend amongst the natives that vast treasure is buried in the ruins, but only one man, so far as we can dis cover, seems to have taken the trouble to have looked for it." "But how big are the ruins?" "Bigger than London, so Coddy says!" Coddy nodded his head in confirma tion of this fact. But still Hayle seemed incredulous. "And you are going to search all that area? It strikes me that you will be an old man by the time you find the treasure, Kitwater." "Don't you believe it. We've got something better togo upon than that. There was an old Chinese trav eler who visited this place in the year —what was the year, Coddy?" "Twelve hundred and fifty-seven," Codd replied, without hesitation. "Well, he describes the glory of the place, the wealth of the inhabitants, and then goes onto tell how the king took him to the great treasure cham ber, where he saw such riches as mor tal man had never looked upon before." "But that doesn't tell you where the treasure chamber fs?" argued Ilayle. "Perhaps not, but there are other ways of finding out; that is, if a man has his wits about him. You've got to put two and two together if you want to get on in this world. Coddy has translated it all, and this is what it amounts' to: When the king had shown the traveler his treasure, the latter declared that liis eyes were so blinded by its magnificence that he could scarcely mount the steps to the spot where his majesty gave audience to liie people. In another place it men- CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 13, 1902. tions that when the king administered justice he was seated on the throne in the courtyard oft he Three-headed Ele phants. Now what we've got to do is to find that courtyard, and find it we will." "But how do you know that the treasure hasn't been taken away years ago? Do you think they were such fools as to leave it behind when they went elsewhere? Not they!" Though they were well out of ear shot of the land, and alone upon the boat, Kitwater looked round him sus piciously before he answered. Then a pleasant smile played over his face. It was as if he were recalling some happy memory. "How do I know it?" he asked, by way of preface. "If you'll listen for a moment, I'll tell you. If you want more proof, when I've done, you must be difficult to please. When I was up at Moulmein six months ago, I came across a man 1 hadn't met for several years. He was a Frenchman, who I knew had spent the most of his life away back in Burmah. He was very flush of money at the time, and kept throwing out hints, when we were alone, of a place he knew of where there was the biggest fortune on earth, to be had for the mere pick ing tip and carrying away. He had brought away as much of it as he could, but he hadn't time to get it all, before he was chased out by the Chi nese, who, he said, were strong in the neighborhood." Kitwater stopped and rubbed his hands with a chuckle. Decidedly the recollection was a pleasant one. "Well," he continued, "to make a long story short, I took advantage of my opportunity, and got his secret out of him by . . . well, never mind how I managed it. It is suffi cient that I got it. And the conse quence is, I know all that is to be known." "That's all very well, but what be came of the Frenchman? How do you know that he isn't back there again filling his pockets?" "I don't think he is," Kitwater re plied, slowly. "It put me to a lot of inconvenience, and came just at the time when I was most anxious to leave. Besides, it might have meant trouble." He paused for a moment. "As a matter of fact, they brought it in 'suicide during temporary insanity, brought on by excessive drinking,' and that got me out of the difficulty-. It must have been insanity, I think, for he had no reason for doing away with himself. It was proved that he had plenty of money left. What was more, Coddy gave evidence that, only the day before, he had told him he was tired of life." Hayle looked at both with evident admiration. "Well, you two, taken together, beat cock-fighting," he said, enthusi astically. Then he added: "But what about the secret? What did you get out of him?" "Here it is," said Kitwater, taking an old leather case from his pocket, and producing from it a small piece of parchment. "There's no writing upon it, but we have compared it with another plan that we happen to have, and find that it squares exactlj"." He leaned over Ilayle's shoulder and pointed to a certain portion of the sketch. "That's the great temple," he said; "and what the red dot means we are going to find out." "Well, suppose it is, what makes you send for me?" llayle inquired, suspiciously. "Because we must have another good man with us," Kitwater replied. "I'm very well, but you're better. Codd's head piece is all right, but if it comes to fighting, he might just as well be in Kensal Green. Isn't that so, little man?" Mr. Codd nodded his head. "I said, send for Hayle," he re marked in his quiet little voice. "Kit sent, and now you're here, and it's all right." « "Codd speaks the truth," said Kit water. "Now, what we have to do is to arrange the business part of the matter, and then to get away as quickly as possible." The business portion of the matter was soon settled, and Hayle was thereupon admitted a member of the syndicate for the exploration of the ancient town of Sengkor-Wat in the hinterland of Burmah. For the remainder of the day Ilavle was somewhat more silent than usual. "If there's anything in their yarn it might be managed," he said to him self that night, when he was alone in his bedroom. "Kitwater is clever, I'll admit that, and Coddy is by no man ner of means the fool he pretends to be. But I'm Gideon Hayle, and that counts for something. Yes, I think it might be managed." What it was he supposed might be effected he did not say, but from the smile upon his face, it was evident that the thought caused him consid erable satisfaction. Next day they set sail for Rangoon. PART 11. The shadows of evening were slow ly falling as the little party of which Kitwater, Codd and Hayle, with two liurmen servants, were members, ob tained their first view of the gigantic ruins of which they had come so far in search. For many days they had been journeying through the jungle, now the prey of hope, now of despair. They had experienced adventures by the score, though none of them were of sufficient importance to be nar rated here, and more than once they had come within a hair's breadth of being compelled to retrace their steps. They rode upon the small, wiry ponies of the country, their serv ants clearing a way before them.with their parangs as they advanced. Their route, for the most part, lay through jungle, in places so dense that it was well-nigh impossible for them to force a way through it. It was as if nature were doing her best tu cave the ancient city from the'hand of the spoiler. At last, and so suddenly that it came upon them like a shock, they found themselves emerging' from the jungle. Below them, in the valley, peering' up out of the forest, was all that remained of a great city, upon the ruined temples of which the set ting sun shone with weird effect. "At last," said Hayle, bringing his pony to a standstill and looking down upon the ruins. "Let us hope we shall have penetrated their secret before we are compelled to say good-by to them again." "Hear, hear to that." said Kit water; Sept imus Codd, however, never said a word; the magic hand of the past was upon his heart, and was holding him spellbound. They descended the hill, and, when they had selected a suitable spot, de cided to camp upon it for the night. Next morning they were up be times; the excitement of the treasure hunt was upon each man, and would not let him tarry. It would not be long now, they hoped, before they would be able to satisfy themselves as to the truth of the story they had been told, and of the value of the hopes in which they had put their trust. Having eaten their morning meal, they took counsel together, ex amined the plan for the thousandth time, collected their weapons and tools, bade their servants keep a sharp look-out, and then set off for the city. The morning sun sparkled upon the dew, the birds and monkeys chattered at them from the jungle, while above them towered the myriad domes and sculptured spires of the ancient city. It was a picture that once seen would never be forgotten.. So far, however, not a sign of human life had they been able to discover; indeed, for all they knew to the con trary, they might be the only men within 50 miles of the place. [To IJe Continued.l BALAKIREFF, THE JESTER. Conqumt of l iiliappy Finland Fore told in a Jest—llow He Saved a Heiufive's Life, There is little of jest to-day per taining to the relations of unhappy Finland with Russia, under whose rule it. has so long been. Its ancient liberties are passing away from it, and it is to be compressed into the uniform Russian model. But accord ing to historical tradition, the con quest of Finland was foretold in jest that soon became earnest by its con queror, Peter the Great, to his jester, Balakireff, says Youth's Companion. Balakireft' had vexed the c/ar by too impudent a joke, and had been summarily banished with a menacing injunction never to appear on Rus sian soil again. He disappeared dis creetly; but one day not long after Peter, glancing out of a window, saw his unmistakable figure and quf/zical countenance jogging comfortably by, perched in a country cart. Impul sively he ran down to hiin and de manded to know why he had dis obeyed. "I haven't disobeyed you," was the answer. "I'm not on Russian soil now." "Not on Russian soil?" "No; this cart load of earth that I'm sitting on is Swedish soil. I dug it up in Finland only the other day." Peter laughed; but he said: "If Finland be Swedish soil now. it shall be Russian soil before long!" and he made good his words. A pleasanter anecdote relates how Balakireff once interceded for the life of a reckless relative who had offended the czar, and was under sen tence of execution. As soon as the jester showed himself at court Peter, foreseeing a petition for mercy, roared out angrily: "It's no use your coming'- here! I swear that I will not grant what you are going to ask!" Quick as a flash Balakireff dropped to his knees and cried, entreatingly: "Peter Alexeivitch, I beseech you, put that scamp of a cousin of mine to death!" All present broke into laughter, in which the czar, so neatly trapped by his own declaration, presently joined, and the scampish cousin kept his head upon his shoulders. A l'roud Mother. A clergyman was recently called upon to baptize nine children. From number one to eight nothing went amiss. The ninth, however, proved to be a lusty boy, who soon succeeded in almost wriggling out of his somewhat scanty clothes. The clergyman, grasp ing the infant by the nape of the neck and by such garments as still remained secure, was proceeding with the serv ice, when the mother, overcome with admiration for her child, and scarcely realizing the solemnity of the occasion, remarked in a loud voice: "Ile'sanice little lump, sir; isn't he?"— London Post. A Mil tu it I Friend. Once upon a time a diplomat was walking with li is close friend Deceit, who was dressed in his usual attractive manner, when he met a lady acquaint ance. "Allow me to introduce to you my friend Diplomacy," he said. "It is not necessary," she answered. "He is a close friend of mine, whom I know by the name of Tact." Moral.—A nettle by any other name would sting the same.—N. Y. Ilerald. A Swindle. Unele Cyrus—Say, this glass eye hain't no good. I want my money back. Optician —No good? "Hain't wuth a tinker's darn. Can't see a bit better with the blame thing than 1 kin without." —Judge. Worth (>olnj; After. Take things as they come—but re member there are lots of things that it will pay you togo after.—Chicago • Diiiij IncWs. WOMEN HAIR DOCTORS. Trratinic (lie Scalp linn llrromr a I'upulur I'rofennlon Willi Clever City Girls. A microbe for everything and for every microbe a specialist is the order of the day. The specialization which has resulted would appall the old-time general practitioner who gave you a pill for your stomach's sake, applied forceps to your teeth or seizors to hair, according to the weakness which beset your members. A woman's crowning glory Is the last thing to have its properly assigned microbe, with the result that a new profession has sprung up for refined and intelligent young women. She makes a diagnosis of each case and prepares salves and lotions according to the individual necessity. At regular intervals, from twice a week to once a month, as the poeketbooks of her pa trons allow, she visits the house to give the prescribed scalp treatment. Falling hair, by the way, like cavities In the teeth, and most other disagree able things, is the work of the numer ous and übiquitous microbe, and the hair expert will tell you that a thor ough brushing every night is a means of deliverance from the germ, which lives by chewing up the roots of your hair, if the brush l>e absolutely clean. If not, the brush is a source of con tagion rather than a benefit. Every time a hair brush is used it should be immediately cleaned, just as a wash cloth or a tooth brush is cleaned. Put a pint of water with a spoonful of ammonia into a shallow basin. Take a brush by the handle, dip it in the am monia and water, and shake it out briskly, repeat once or twice, giving it n final dip in clean water and rub with a dry towel. About three minutes is required for the entire process, and the result is a scrupulously clean brush. Hy means of the hair doctor, who has come to stay, judging by the num ber of smart young women who make a comfortable and independent living in this way, gray hair may be delayed HAIR DOCTOR AT WORK. for years. Sulphur is considered very effective for this purpose, and a prep aration of sulphur and lanoline has been known to put off the evil day con siderably. Green soap is an indispensable prep aration to the woman who would pre serve the lustre and richness of her hair. It is prepared and prescribed by all persons who make a specialty of scalp treatment. The following recipe was obtained from the wife of a prom inent physician, who prepares the liquid soap for her husband. Take equal parts of the very best green castile soap, water, alcohol and glycer ine. Heat the water and shave the soap into it. Then stir it over the fire until it is perfectly smooth. Add the glycerine and stir again very thor oughly. The alcohol is added last of all, mixed with two ounces of essential oil of any preferred scent. A small quantity of oil of orris giv*s a sugges tion or violet, while oil of verbena or oil of sweet geranium gives an old fashioned, wholesome scent. Of course the alcohol is volatile and inflammable and should not be carelessly distrib uted over a hot fire; otherwise, green soap making is extremely simple.— Louisville Courier-Journal. Dowry Her Own WelfcTit. A German paper reports a singular freak of paternal liberality in the mat er of a dowry at a wedding recently. The marriage took place at Konig gratz. On the betrothal of his daugh ter Herr Duchatschek had announced ihat h< would give her, as a marriage portion, her weight in silver currency. Accordingly on the wedding day the bride was formally weighed in.the drawing-iroom, in presence of the as sembled guests, before proceeding to church. The lady turning the scales<at 62 kilogrammes, a sack was at once filled with silver crowns to the same weight, with half a kilogramme over —for the weight of the bag, as Ilerr Duchatschek playfully explained. The exact number of crowns was t:t,500. Detroit Free Press. niKinfcct llnhy'n Hae Doll. The rag doll, so dear to the child's heart, should be frequently disinfect ed by steaming. At the teething-age, when the child uses his toys for chew ing. a ring of pure gum rubber should be supplied. The cracker ring, though theoretically valuable, becomes dan gerous when as a succulent mass it is used by the child to wipe up the flior. FOLLOWER OF BUDDHA. OanKhlrr of Senator lllnrkliurn of Kentucky to Probe My*terle» of Orlrnlnl Occultism. Mrs. Lucille Blackburn Lane of Washington has announced that she is going to India to become a Buddhist. This young, charming and wealthy widow is going to delve into the mys teries of the east among the learned monks of India to seek mental and psychic development. Mrs. Lane was seen in her apartment at La Normandie by a Chicago Chron icle correspondent. "I may never return," said she. Mrs. Lane says it is her intention to start on her trip within two weeks. LUCILLE BLACKBURN LANE. She expects from her present plans t<j go first to England, where she will join a small party of friends who, she avers, will accompany her on her search foi the religion of the great and good Sid dhurtha Gautama. The disciple of Buddha pointed to a pile of massive volumes on the sub ject of Buddhism as she talked. She said .-lie supposed everyone read them, but that in truth she did not think there was any mortal who could tel! exactly what Buddhism was. Her own desire is to find for herself the occult power of thought transference, of re vitation and -of mind-reading and clairvoyance. Mrs. Lane will not devote her life after she masters tin* eastern theories to preaching the creed, and she de clares that she has no intention, un like Mine. ISlavatsky or Mrs. lie sunt, ol establishing a new theological cult. Mrs. Lane goes to her strange destina tion much as did young Gautama, who was born with every attribute ol wealth and earthly power and yielded all to search for truth. THE MODEL HOSTESS. She Make* Her Gneata I-'eel That Their Presence Hits lteen u Pleas ure to Everybody. The model hostess is quite independ ent of either the methods or the criti cisms of her neighbors. She enter tains because she wants to, not be cause she has social debts to pay, and she invites those whom she likes, and who enjoy the companionship of one another. She does not go beyond her means, nor does she make a slave of herself in order to arouse the envy of her friends. She does not insult i her guests by acting as if she believed they would not come unless she made an extravagant display of wealth, or provided a drawing-card in the form of some celebrity. She believes that her friends come to see her because they like her and are sure of a good time, and she, as the ideal hostess, will be the center of that good time, I because she is truly glad to entertain her friends. There are wealthy peo ple, moving in the most aristocratio j circles, who find their "really good times" in what is known as "social Bohemia," and it is simply because while there tliey are free from the sickening formalities, the mawkish pretense, and the glittering sham of so large a portion of the so called entertainments which they feel bound to attend. The ideal hostess can serve cornbread and milk, and her guests would enjoy themselves more than they ever could as guests of Mrs. [ Parventie, even though her dinners cost $5 per plate. The well enter tained guestfeels one of the family circle, and is comfortable in the be lief that he has caused no extra labor or worry, but that his presence has been a source of satisfaction to the family.—The Household. New Winter Evening; Gnnie, Here is a novel and amusing way of entertaining young people and old er folk at parties or family gather ings. Let, the hostess act as a for tune-teller, who will give each man present the name of his future wife, according to his occupation. Then have those present guess what these names shonild be. To make the sub ject clear, tell them that a civil en gineer's wife will be "Bridget." Here's a list of some others: A chemist's, "Ann KMv.a;" a gambler's, "Betty;" a humorist's, "Sally;" a clergyman's, "Marie;" a shoemaker's, "Peggy," sexton's, "Belle;" porter's, "Carrie;" dancing-master's, "Grace;" milliner's, "flattie;" gardener's, "Flora;" judge's, "Justine;" pugil ist's, "Mamie;" pianist's, "Oetavia;" life-saver's, "Caroline;" upholsterer's, "Sophy;" astronomer's, "Stella;" doc tor's, "Patience;" fisherman's, "Net ty;" gasman's, "Meta;" marksman's, "Navy."—Ladies' Home Journal. Proper Care of the IMnno, A piano should not stand near an I open window, neither should it be I pushed close against the wall. Should I i he keys need cleaning rub them with a soft muslin cloth slightly dampened ' with alcohol. The best duster for at piano is soft silk. An old silk hand* I Lorc-iiii Is d lor this yurpcsc.
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