& trigger the flint struck open the pan with a shower of hrilliant sparks, but the weapon f" did not fire; then he rcollected that he had I forgotten to reload it after Lalie Garcin 5 nad used it. The keen click of the lock f" frightened the beautiful bird, and so it es i caped. - Slight as the incident was it served ' to cast his thoughts back upon the sccnein the garden, and so he wandered on, idly threading the ways of the sylvan solitude and permitting his fancy to weave all sorts of airy fabrics until suddenly he found him Belf within sight of the bay whose blue wavelets were twinkling and whitening un der a fresh breeze. He had walked further than he knew, and it came into his mind that he might Lave trouble in finding his wav back to Garcin's. Certainly his route had been without any special direction, nor had he made the" slightest note of its bearings, so absorbed had he been in the novelty and picturcquesness of what he had seen, heard and experienced. Confident, however, that his sense of directions would guide him aright, he stood awhile enjoying the wild view of the day, then turned about and re entered the woods. After walking a short distance through the thicket of yaupon trees, and across a spur of quaking but not boggy marsh, he came into a narrow but well-marked path that wound away under old cedars ,and oaks whose buttressed roots were cush ioned with moss, and whose boughs let fall airy fastoons of gray parasitic plants that trailed upon the ground. At one point this swinging growth had iormed a curtain which almost closed up the path. As Or ton. stepping rapidly with long, vigorous strides, was passing through this obstruc tion he came near going plnmp against a young woman coming from the opposite di rection. They, recoiled, each from the other, with that start of surprise inevitable under such circumstances, and stood for a moment gazing at each other. He lifted his hat and bowed as he stepped aside respectfully, gh ing her the path. 'i"our pardon, Mademoiselle," said he, with a crave gentleness in his voice. She hesitated in a half-frightened way. her form palpitating, her lips apart; then she almost ran as she passed him and soon disappeared round a turnot the path. It was all so sud den, so unexpected and so quickly over that Orton was left with a sweet bewilderment in his mind. Her form and face, every .feature, every line, her clear, soft eyes, her straight brows, and fine, delicately modeled 'nose, her rosy lips and softly rounded cheeks and chin, every detail of her drapery from head to foot a'nd the nameless but powerful charm of her whole presence had impressed him as if by some fairy magic. It was like the passing of a goddess; the air was filled w'ith the sense of sweetness and freshness trailing after her. Looking in the direction she had gone, Orton saw through a shimmering rilt in the (Waving ioliage, and not very distant, the pray walls and pointed roof of the stately ftochon mansion. The young man's first impulse was to lol low in Mile. Bochon's footsteps, and thus gain a better view of the house, and, per haps,another glimpse of the younglady her. sell; but he resisted the temptation success fully, promising himself a leisurely visit to the place with sketchbook and pencil at an early day. It was now past noon; the Inncheon at Garcin's would be readv at 2, so he struck out to find his way back, bearing with him a satisfying sense of the very charming ad venture his first exploration had afforded ,xtim. He came to a cabin in a small clear ing; it was occupied by a numerous negro family, from whom he received directions how to find Garcin's house. The distance, his informant said, was about three miles. By dint of rapid walking and turning aside for nothing he reached the house just in time to meet Garcin himself returning from whatever work he had in hand. "And you found no game, Mo'sieu Or ton?" the latter inquired in his sprightly wav, holding open the little gate for the young man to pass through. "2fo lions, tigers or panthers, eh?" '"So game whatever," Orton answered with a cordial smile, "but a very lovely young man." "Ah, Ma'm'zelle FelicieKochon!" cried Lalie, who had ran out to greet her father. "It was she, certainly, whom Mo'sieu went to look for, not bird or beast." "But she is by no means easy to capture, I should say, Ma'm'zelle Garcin; the way she broke past me was bewildering." Orton lightly remarked as he followed the little man and his daughter into the house. 'Ton had not told me the half of her beauty, how ever. It was like meeting Diana or Hebe." Neither Lalie nor her parent knew enough about mythology to understand this allusion any further than to feel the fine compliment it signified. "5Tou called .at the mansion, I suppose," ventured Mme. Garcin, who met them at the door, "and you saw Mo'sieu Bochon, did yon not?" "Oh. no indeed," said Ortoni "nothing of the kind. I merely chanced to meet Ma'm'zelle in a path near her home; I did not see the old gentleman." A silent expression of relief seemed to pass over the Garcin group, as if a sharp tension had been relaxed suddenly. From one dark face to another leaped' a mere twinkle of communication, as if to say: "Oh, but he's a sly detective; he'll catch the old chap at his tricks! He's not going to be in an overhnrry, and so fail." "And did Ma'm zelle Bochon speak to you?" inquired Ualie. , ".So, but 1 spoke to tier. "Yon did! and she would not deign to re p turn the compliment! "Well, she is not as J highbred as she lets on to be, certainlv." "Balie!" "I.alic!" Protested the father and mother. Orton laughed. "But indeed," the girl went on with the i energy of deep conviction, "I think it quite rude and ugly for a young lady to refuse to - notice a gentleman's politeness, don't von, Mo'sieu Orton?" "But I was far from polite," said Orton. "I was rushing carelessly along the path and came near running against her. She appeared to be quite frightened." "But she knew that you did not do it on purpose. She saw it was nothing but an ao ., cident," argued Lalie. "I don't like a per is ron who takes on such high airs for noth- $ "" I While the girl was speaking her father was plucking her arm and making faces at f. her. Finally he pinched her till she cried j out. V To Orton all this was as strange as it was amusing. He saw by a side glance that Mme. Garcin was making all manner of faces at her daughter. "You won't mind Lalie, Mo'sieu, she speaks what she doesn't think sometimes," remarked the host, when he had pinched the girl into silence. "The ways of Ma'm 'zelle Bochon are exquisite, certainlv. We all admire her very much,don't we, Lalie?" The bright eyes of Lalie shot a quick look into Orton's face; but she did not speak. "I admire her," said the young man, smiling down into Babe's glowing dark face. "She has quite captivated me." The girl's cheeks flushed again and then grew pale; she let her eyes fall for a mo ment, then lifting them with a flash of anger, she exclaimed: "Well, 1 hate her hate her!" The absolute dramatic force of her atti tude, gesture and voice struck Orton with singular effect. There was nothing of con scious melodrama in it, no overwrought dis play of. feeling, but a simple, direct ex pression of suddenly aroused anger as dead ly as the poison of a snake. It disclosed a p'icturesque, almost startling reserve of bar Baric force in the girl's character. "Lalie!" "Lalie!" Chimed the chiding voice of her parents, with the usual .understrain of approval. Orton laughed with an effort at lightness and shook off the subject by making in quiry of Garcin touching the geography of the region around about -them. He learned that the population of the Bav St. Louis country was scattered and weak in numbers, the plantations being few and far between, while the people who lived by fishing, hunting and kindred pursuits, dwelt in cabins along the coast or on eligi 'He hammocks beside the barons, whose .meandering channels were their highways 5W labor, trade and traveL On a direct line ill, was not more than CO miles to IS ew Or leans, but the impassable marshes bordering the Bigslets and the lakes Borgne, Fon chartrain and Maurepas, lay between, to say nothing of those awful cypress swamps the haunts ot the alligator, the deadly moc casin and the panther. Eastward, on the other side of the bay, the wilderness was broken by but few settlements until you come to Mobile, while northward the coun try was settled at intervals varying with the character of the land and the facilities for transportation produce to a proper mar ket. Indeed, the more Orton fonnd out about the region he was in, the more isolated, in dividual and strange it seemed to, him. It was a place tor hermits, misanthropes, fugi tives, law haters and romance lovers. Surely it was a good place for an artist! OHAPTEB IV. FROM BRUSH TO SWOED. For a few days subsequent' to that whose events are ontlinedin the foregoing chapter, Orton was busy with his sketch book and pencils making water-color notes of what ever pleased his fancy in the surrounding landscapes, from mere bits of natural history set in sepia, to broad, vivid views of marsh and boyou made to glow with a tropic fervor of color. By most adroit management, through slow degrees of persuasion, he had finally ob tained Lalie's consent to sit for him. He made one rapid sketch to show her how well she would look in a picture. It was not a little idealized. An inspiration, had, in fact, flung into it that nameless charm so often indicated in the half-accidental work of over-imaginative artist;. She was pleased, fascinated; not more by the beauty of herself reflected therein than by some in definite but infinitely sweet consciousness of its higher significance, the relation it bore in some way to the caltured and teeming world whence the artist had come and of which she had had her dreams. "How do you like it?" he demanded, holding it up before her in snch a way that she had the best possible view of it "Does it look like you, Ma'm'zelle?" "Oh! oh!" she cried clasping her hands before her and catching her underlip be tween her pearly teeth. "Oh, but it is beautiful, magnificent! Let me take it in my hands." For awhile he kept' it away from her, knowing well the value of arousing her to the highest pitch of feeling. It was charming to watch the color come and go in her expressive face, where the shadows were so deep and where the sunshine was so strong, a face typical of the hot, shady, wind-swept, sea-cradled tropic islands of the farther south. The pleading pf her half gentle, half-savage voice, the eager, hungry flash of admiration in her yeliow-brown eyes, and the nearly audible palpitating of her breast filled Orton with a new conscious ness of her uncommon beauty. Presently he handed the sketch to her and said: "It is not half so beautiful as you are, Ma'm'zelle Garcin, not half." He was not dreaming of flattery; for the moment he was carried away with the thought of what a portrait he could make of her, and. he was quite sincere in what he said. "If you will permit me," he went on, "I will show you how lovely you will look in a finished pic ture. Will you?" She was too thoroughly lost in .devouring the sketch to give ear to what he was say ing; but she did not fail-to hear his remark about her beauty, for she was a woman. The little picture itself was, by some ir radating process, instilling into her heart a delicious sense of her own charms, a some thing never reflected from mirror or heard in the indulgent flattery of father and mother. It was as if a warm, exhilarating waft from some far away Eden of perfume and joy had flowed over her heart, stirring it strangely and sweetly. Orton watched her with growing admira tion of her half-childish expression and also with a fine inner acknowledgment of the significant compliment she was uncon sciously giving him. Snddenly she started, held the sketch before, her at arm's length, and looking from it up into Orton's face, exclaimed in wondering inquiry: "Am I like that? Am I so very, very beautiful, Mo'sieu Orton?" "indeed you are, the young man an swered with cordial promptness, speaking as he would have done to a spoiled but fas cinating child. Tears of joy leaped into her eyes and be dewed the black lashes, as for a moment they drooped as if weighted with a thought. "Then, Mo'sieu," she said, looking up again with eager, vivid insistence in her face, "then, Mo'sieu, I am as lovely as Ma'a'zelle Bochon, am I not?" "Certainly, you are," he responded, but this time with a vague uneasiness. "But now let me pose you for a better sketch," Lalie was trembling with delight. Any thing that he wished now ?he would do.' Her heart was swinging in her breast like a merry bell and filling her whole being with its fine, fairy chime. Orton, with a decided reverence for the barbaric in form and color, arranged a background of palm-leaves against the wall on the veranda, in front ot which he placed Lalie's low chair draped in the folds of a rich old brocade curtain of red and gold. Here he seated her with her cat on her arm and a mandolin beside her, while the short, heavy gun she loved to shoot with layacross her lap, its dark, richly carved .stock ap- ircariu jusfc uciuw iuc ttru upon wnicn lounged the tawny cat Her dress was'of white stuff heavily flowered with purple and vermilion; one toot, shod in a hich heeled slipper of fine leather knotted with ribbons, showed itself below the skirt. She looked as one would imagine a savage prin cess might, who had just returned from a hunt in the jungle or from a journey over the desert For several days Orton worked before the girl wholly lost in his art purpose, unaware of the rapid progress of the spring or of the almost delirium of happiness in which Lalie Garcin was reveling. The creative mood was upon him giving the power of ab solute vision, and he was painting the girl as this vision dictated, softening some of her traits, intensifying others, blending, dimming, glorifying, idolizing. Sometimes Madame Garcin came nd looked on in wrapt content; but Garcin himself appeared for most of the time too restless and anxious about something else to give more thau a passing glance now and then at the rapidly growing picture. Orton noticed that certain dark-faced men came quite often lately, and consulted in a mysterious way with Garcin. These visitors appeared at any hour of the day or night, coming, as a rule, by way of the bayou. Evidently there was urgent busi ness of some sort on hand, hut the young man did not trouble himself to find out what it was. When the picture was fin ished, however, and he had shaken off the abstraction its making had induced, he could not fail to discover that his host and hostess were trying to hide a matter of trouble. It was as if they were anticipating calamity, but were unwilling to admit the fact All this was rather shadowy than real in appearance, and it scarcely disturbed the young man's enjoyment of the rambles in the woods which he resumed with fresh energy. The picture, covered with a light cloth, sat in Lalie's room, and she for a time found her chief pleasure in lifting the veil and sit ting before the beautiful counterfeit of her self and feasting upon its deceitful flattery. This could not content her long, however, for she grew restless when Orton was away, wandering from room to room, straying list lessly in the large garden, or sitting upon the dock and gazing into the gray-green water of the bayou. In some tray these few days had flung into her life a sudden and strange maturity for one so young. She looked taller, she was more reserved and quiet of manner and her face wore the ex pression of one who pondered over sweet but disturbing-things. Meantime, some rather startling matters were in progress in the Bay St Louis re gion. Old Gaspard Bochon had determined npon crushing Garcin and his free-booters because he found them outwitting him in collecting the valuable revenues afforded by unlawful traffic 'with certain coast cruisers. Indeed, Bochon had been king of the coast for so long and with- such absolute sway, that when he discovered a wide-spread and well-matured plot to dethrone and discrown him, he became like a maddened wild beast "Quediable!" he roared, "I will kill every nigger of them, from Garcin down to Victor I I will sink their boats and burn their houses and leave them nothing noth ing, the accursed nigger bandits 1" This Is translating his language very mildly; for he cursed horribly and swore as onlya reckless old outlaw can. Forthwith he "began prep arations by calling together as secretly as possible a large number of his most trusted and desperate men. He armed and manned several small vessels and organized a com pany to operate on land. His movements were not so swift, however, nor yet so secret that Garcin and his coadjutors failed to get wind of them in due time. So it came to passtbat a battle was imminent in the secluded little nook where Orton was find ing so much to interest him so deeply and to fill his imagination withaL Quite undisturbed by the evidence of Garcin's preparations because utterly igno rant of their worst meaning; the young man kept on with his sketching and his wander ing in the woods; delighted when now and again he was fortunate enough to have a glimpse of Mile. Bochon, whose grace, beauty and high bearing won upon him rapidly, the more.perhaps on account of the romantic and picturesque circumstances surrounding her life. On out two occasions did Orton see Bochon himself during that and then only momentarily, riding through the woods at a gallop, bis huge form and grizzled hirsute face making him a note worthy object. The days rapidly slipped past until Orton had been at the Garcin place lor nearly two weeks, and never had he enjoyed a sojourn more keenly. The weather was superb, the balmy luxury of a semi-tropical spring was in the air and was making the woods rich with color and fragrance. On the wide marshes the tall grass was green and brilliant as emerald, while the lazy bayou crept through like a thread of silver. One evening after a pleasant dinner with Lalie and her mother, for Garcin had been absent all day, Orton coaxed the girl into the room where the spinet was and she played and sang for him; but he could not help seeing that she was unusually reserved and quiet between songs. "What is the matter, Ma'm'zelle Garcin?" he inquired presently, "you are not un happy Ihope." "I don't know what it is," she said, "but I all the time feel that something evil is going to happen soon." "Oh, play something bright and cheerful, sing a really gay song fend shake off your dolefulness"" he lightly said, going to stand beside her at the spinet Has your cat been telling your.fortune again?" She made no answer, but drummed idly on the keys. In a moment she looked up quickly and demanded with sharp direct ness: "Were you at Bochon's place to-day?" "I was near there," he responded. "Did you see the Ma'm'zelle?" "Yes, Ma'm'zelle." "Do you see her everv day when yon are out?" "Hot every day; but why do you ask, Ma'm'zelle Garcin?" Her eyes fell, and she flushed with con fusion fbr a moment; then she recovered herself and said with a laugh, that in some way was displeasing to Orton: "Oh, I supposed that you had fallen in love with Ma'm'zelle Bochon; she is so very rich, grand and beautiful." . '"So," said Orton, "I am not in love with her. She has never so much as spoken to me. I am in love with my art and my free dom, Ma'm'zelle, and I have no room in my heart for love of a woman." "Then why do you go looking around there every day?" she demanded. "Are von really trying to spy upon the doings of Mo'sieu Bochon?" Orton laughed; and yet lie was by no means pleased. Something in Lalie's man ner rasped upon his temper, and 'he did not like the look in her eyes. It was a relief that Garcin arrived just then and came in abruptly, evidently in a very nervous mood. "Go tell your mother that she and you must go at once. There's not a moment of time to spare go!" I Lalie's face blanched in n peculiarly ashen way and she went out without a word. "Mo'sieu Orton," added Garcin, quickly, "there is going to be fighting here soon. "I am sending the ladies away out of imme diate danger." Here he paused and hesi tated. "What is it? What is the trouble?" in quired Orton, quite startled, but holding himself calmly. "Explain to me." "Certainly," replied Garcin, "you shall know. . Old Bochon has called his men to gether and is coming to attack me. My men are not all here, but most of them are. We will give the old devil a hot welcome, Mo'sieu Orton." "This is strange," exclaimed the young man, looking intentlv into Garcin's face. "1 don't understand' the meaning of such work. What is the trouble the cause He was interrupted by; the return of Lalie accompanied, by her mother and two or three negresses, the last much excited, their eyes rolling white and their teeth chattering audibly. "You've brought this upon yourself," cried Mme. Garcin, addressing her husband with almost brutal fierceness, you wouldn't be satisfied with letting well enough alone, but must go and interfere with old Bochon. I hope you are satis fied." Garcin paid no apparent heed to this sharp rebuke, but gave the woman at once to the care of two dark men who had been waiting at the door. "Take them to the hummock," he said with authority, "and Lazare, be back at once; don't waits a moment" Orton could never forget the look that Lalie cast upon him as she went through the door. It was full of an indiscribable yearning blent with an almost savage despair. Her eyes were tearless, bnt the ex pression in them suggested more than tears could possibly have done. Her lips trembled strangely as she said: "Good bye Mo'sieu Orton au revoir." Evidently she tried to speak lightly, bnt she did not succeed. She clasped her father in her arms and kissed his parchment cheek with passionate tenderness. "Goodbye, Mo'sieu Orton," Ehe cried again and was gone. There was very little of mere sentimentali ty in Orton's nature, but in some way he was deeply touched, moved, indeed, as he had never before been moved. Kb time was permitted him, however, for giving himself over in the least to such feeling. All around the sounds of a body of armed men making ready for fight broke the usual stillness of the evening. This could not fail, to rouse the chivalrous blood of the young advent urer and thrill him to his finger-tips. "But what shail you do, Mo'sieu Orton?" demanded Garcin, nervously. "You had better go to the hummock with " "Stop Garcin," said the young man stern ly and laying a heavy hand on the little fellows shoulder. "Stop, sir. I am neither an ingrate nor a coward. I will stand by you to the last in in this matter; but you must explain so that I can act with intelli gence." Garcin grasped one of Orton's hands in both of his own and almost kissed it Just then the report of a musket came from a little way down the bayou. Two seconds later there was a scattering fusillade in that direction and Garcin darted away, but he returned in a short time, while Orton was arranging himself with gun and pistols. "Buckle this on you, Mo'sieu," he ex claimed, handing the yonng man a belt bearing a heavy rapier in a scabbard, "you may need it soon." Orton did as he was bidden and. then fol lowed Garcin, who, now that the woman had been safely removed, appeared to have lost all his fussy nervousness. They passed out through the garden and down to a little slongh that led into the bayou. Here they found 10 or 15 men in open line. "Command these," said Garcin, "they are all bravejnen." Then he passed along the line telling them that Orton was to be their captain. Continued Kert Sunday. Copyright, 18S9, by Maurice-Thompson. Made a mash, why. how? Bought a "Belle" Jane Hading veil by the yard at 75 cents. It's just too lovely. Bold "by all drygoods houses. . -' sn THEY HATE TO WOBK Why Elegant Yonng Men With Money and Leisure Can't Have A GOOD TIME IN NEW TORE CITY. Everybody Works There and Life ia Bather Stupid for TOUNG SWELLS' WITHOUT OCCUPATION nramra ron Tint dispatch.. FEW days ago I chanced to be walk ing down thesunny side of Fifth ave nue, when I dis covered an ac quaintance leaning against the railing of a corner house, the picture of bore dom and dejection. His hat was on the 'back of his head, his hands were in'his trousers' pockets and he gazed moodily and mournfully at the pavement. He is the son of one of the famous rich men of New York, a man of 30 years, and is usually regarded as an amiable and good-natured person. He nodded as I came along, and asked me if there was any thing going on. "In what way?" I asked. "In any way outof the humdrum of every day existence." "Not that I know of." "Of course not," was the morose reply. "New York is as stupid as a back country village. I love it, and so do you,but I can not help thinking what a howling outrage it is just the same, that all the amusement and fun is being crushed out ot the town. It is not only that they are stopping the public balls, cutting up the Polo Grounds, mov ing the driving parks miles out of the city, preventing all boxing, sparring and athletic exhibitions by police force and shutting up all the places of amusement wherein wine. women and song effect a felicitous combina tion, but it is the spirit of everlasting re pression andcaddishness that governs the town. IN A HUNDRED TEAKS. A hundred years from this, New York will be the greatest city in the world. We will have a glorious climate, and the will of the people will predominate, so that we will have all the entertainments of the fun-loving Germans and French, as well as the sports of the English and Americans. I don't know what to do to amuse myself. My life is as monotonous as that of a confiden tial clerk in a down-town drygoods house. I rise at 10, breakfast at 11, and at 11:30 or a little time thereafter, my barber comes and shaves me. I can't go out until he does me up, because if any one else shaves me I look as thongh somebody had passed a lawnmower over my face. This gets me up to noon, and at 1 o'clock I am down at the club for luncheon. After that I would like to "know what on earth there is to do. There are a thousand things going on every after noon in the other great capitals of the world, but no longer in New York. It is all nonsense to say that we have no leisure class here, for the town is filled with sight seers and strangers at all times." "Why don't you drive?" "Oh, drive be blowedl The" park is filled now with a lot of youngsters whom nobody ever saw before and hopes never to see again. No one ever thinks of going ont there until 4:30, and then there is a contin uous stream of English traps, driven by rank outsiders, who have little clqthes, and drive their little horses around the little circle, and then return home, feeling that they have done a great thing. I went in for trotting stock for awhile, but up the road it is simply a succession of drinks. Once in awhile I get desperate in the long after noons we do not dine until 8, you know--and I drop in at a matinee. It did not last very long. If there is anything on earth more thoroughly disheartening than the feeling which comes over a man after he has come out of a matinee. I don't know what it is. You feel exactly as though you had been playing poker all night." DRIVEN TO -WORK. What the man complained of was really the best feature of New York life. There is absolutely nothing going on during the day, and even rich men's sons are driven to work. That is why the atmosphere of New York is so much healthier for young men than the atmosphere of the big towns of the Old World. A man who does not toil in New York is looked upon as more or less of an anomaly; whereas, in London or Paris, the man who works for a living is regarded with a feeling of gentle but fathomless curiosity by the greater number of his friends." When our leisure class has reached its full development there may be more Jun in New York before the gas is lighted for the night, but it will be a healthier atmos phere tor young men. The amusements of New York's younger generation do not begin and end with what may be called "show driving." The fact is. there is very little real solidity in the pro- J cession oi traps in centra. jrarK. xnere are but two or three tandems in the city now, and they are driven by men whom nobody knows. T carts,dog carts and gigs of various patterns are not as fashionable as they were. They are still correct enough; but a queer fad has caught the. Anglomaniacs here. The most ultra English of all vehicles are the little ash buckboards which were re cently adopted in'Great Britain. The buck board itself is .an American ' invention. About ten years ago our carriage manufac turers developed the vehicle, and it was taken up by a lot of wealthy people at New port and Lennox. Sideboard springs were introduced, the dashboard and seat were constructed of beautifully embossed leather of a light brown shade, the wheels were al most as light as those of a sulkv, and the horses were harnessed well forward to a long ash pole. Altogether it made a wonder fully smart and taking little wagon for rambling around the country roads. At all events, it caught the fancy of the rich peo ple of Great Britain, and the carriage manu facturers here bad endless orders. Then the British carriage builders took up the fad. THE ANGLOMANIACS. In the course of time, a Tew Anglo maniacs discovered what a stupendously swagger thing the buckboard was, and brought back some English imitations from London. That was enough. Now the buckboards are decidedly in the van. As is usually' the case, however, the Anglo maniacs have made the- mistake of using the vehicles for city use as well as for the country. They drive them in the park ' during me anernoon to reams or well matched cobs, and evidently fancy them selves serenely at the top. Notwithstand ing this, however, the buckboards are a welr come relief to the eternal sameness of the carts and gigs. This same misconception of the time and place for exhibiting a new fashion may also be applied to the tailless dress coat or shell jacket Everywhere one goes in pub lic now there are to be touud troupes pf young men in evening dress, but nearly all of them wear the tailless coat At a theater or opera, even when they accompany ladies, the Anglomaniacs apparently feel au fait in what is to them a new garment If a man were to appear in such a dress in En gland in public he would be the cause of universal derision. The shell jacket is re garded in England simply as a slight im provement upon the dressing gown or smok ing jacket. A man would no more think of going to the opera there in a shell jacket than he would think of wearing his dress ing gown. Originally the jackets were worn by offi cers on service in India. The heat there is verv great, and the officers devised a light and" cool imitation ot the dress suit to wear on state occasions. When they got baok from service in England a great many of them kept their fondness for these light and comfortable little garments; but at no time did they rise to the distinction and dignity of the old-time clawhammer. Now that they have started here, however, there will be no stopping them tar the next five years. It is a curious thing, by the way, that there is no diminution of this Anglomaniac croze. It is not quite true that the absurd and silly imitators of the English are begin ning to drive on the left-hand side of the way, but 'they are certainly pushing the craze for British manners, intonation and clothes to an absurd point AMERICAN CASS, For instance, a few days ago, I went to a breakfast at Delmonico's where no less than four out of seven men wore single glasses. Two of the men are from Philadelphia, and it transpired in the course of a talk that they had none of them crossed the ocean. I do not ever remember to have been in a crowd of half a dozen men in London where as many as three or four affected the single glass. A great many men who . are near sighted over there, carry a thick glass in their waistcoat pockets, and peer through it when they wish to see at a distance; but they do not attach a string to the monocle or wear it for any other purpose than that of convenience. The class over there is bv no means as com mon as people usually suppose. Bad actors and queer specimens of the genus swell in America are the only ones who keep up the absurd affectation. In England and France, men often carry a glass when they wear evening dress, merely as a means of decora tion apparently. The present stage of Anglomania in New York is not particularly attractive. The men have the surliness of the English with out the solidity or goodnature, "it is too much on the' surface. Englishmen are curt and reserved in publio because they are always afraid of the presumption of -a class or gradelower than the one they chance to be born in. They are always on guard in public. From the keeper of a public house to a prince of the blood there is always the same stern and unrelenting endeavor to keep the man below from climbing up Hence the heavily fortified armor of snob bery and austerhv. This manner the New York Anglomaniac has succeeded in copy ing, but the cardinal mistake he makes is in not knowing when to throw it all off. That is where there is such a difference between the British snob and the New York imitator. No matterhow austere an Englishman may be in public, the instant that, one is alone with him and be is fully satisfied that you have a right to be in his house he is genial, frank and hospitable. Not so the Anglo maniac. He is a cad first, foremost and for ever. Now that I think of it I doubt if he is even worth writing about Blakely Hail. THE OPEN WIKTEB OP 1816. It Lasted Twelve Months and There Was No Snmmer. Omaha World.: "The open winter" of 1888-'89 will have a companion when the history of the, century is writers. The year 1816 enjoved an "open winter" during the entire 12 months, being frequently referred to by cotemporaneous writers as "the year without a summer." All through the settled portions of the United States there was a frost in every month, crops were ruined and farmers called it the year, ot "Eighteen hundred and starve to death." Snow fell in November of 1815, but there was none in December or January to speak of. Christmas and New Year were "Warm, open and green," and faithful to the old saw that "a green Christ mas makes a fat churchyard." The old people predicted all sorts o'f dire calamities, and the results would justify it. January was a very mild month, the sun shone every day, and a little snow that fell hardly cov ered the earth and' soon melted. People prepared for great storms and ex treme cold weather in .February, but were disappointed, as it was even milder than January. Toward the end of the month and during the first days of March a terrible storm raged and gave place to cold and boisterous winds. The weather in January was repeated in April, bnt grew colder as the days passed, ending with snow and ice and very low temperature. In May ice formed an inch thick on the rivers and streams, buds and flowers were frozen, and the entire corn crop was killed. Frost, ice and snow were common in June, and all attempts fe raise vegetable -products failed. The condition of the farmers is described as being desperate, and they were compelled to hoard their crops of the year preceeding and necessitated a big increase in prices. Almost everything was killed, and the fruit was nearly all destroyed. d uiy was accompanied with frost and ice. The, 4th was cold and a blustering wind, raw and uncomfortable, swept the entire Atlantic coast. On the following day ice was formed of the thickness of window glass in New York City, all through New En- fflftTld- ATlH in PpnnirlwanJo Tn A . ice half an inch thick was frequently seen. September and October presented the near est approach of summer weather than any other month in the year, but in November extreme cold weather began, and a severe winter continued up to April, when summer began,and permitted the fanners to realize bounteous crops. The same condition of affairs existed in En gland as in this country, onlv it was not so severe. In central New York it is stated corn was so .badly frozen in the summer that it was cut down and dried for fodder. The warm weather in January so encour ageda "Vermont farmer that he planted corn, andin fact some of it was in good condition during March. Farmers were compelled to pay ?4 or 5 a bushel for the corn of 1815 for feeding purposes. TEXAS PLEAS IN GE0KGIA. A Little Insect That Kills Entire Coveys of Partridges. Elberton (6a.) Star. Sportsmen throughout this and neighbor ing counties report that partridges are get ting very scarce and threaten soon to be come exterminated. Some persons say this decrease is due owing to so many wet summers of late years, the young birds being drowned and- the nests flooded and eggs spoiled. We notice, however, that several papers argue that' this disappear ance of partridges is owing to the introduc tion into Georgia of the Texan flea, brought here by the Texan ponies. The insect at tacks the birds and soon attacks them to death. It is said that entire coveys are soon killed out when the Texan flea gets among thent There is no doubt "about one thing partridges are getting scarcer every year. Why the Hemp Party Was a Failure. A TALE OF THE WESTERN BORDER. "No more hoss-stealing for him.. Now, sonny, three minutes to say your prayers." "Now, Boys, all together!" He had traveled with Barnum as the "Serpent-neckedWonder." 0 jSk c&2 As PRESIDENTALADTICE Bob Burdette Offers Some Suggestions to General Harrison. HCM0B0US MESSAGES SUGGESTED. A Communication Bristling With Wise and Witty Points. HOW TP DEAL WITH THE MUGWUMPS rrrarmsroE nri dispatch. 3 To .President Benjamin1 Harrison: B. PRESIDENT: I am emboldened to write to you by reason of a per sonal letter which it has been my fortune or shall I say fate to receive from our mutual friend, Mr. John Wanamaker. of the United States; or, to be more explicit, of the Earth. Referring briefly. and with that reticence which is so character istic of the man, to his own relations with the administration, and exnressing his own view of the situation which now confronts us with a conditional theory which Is akin to a theoretical condition: Mr. Wanamaker says, speaking of a tariff for revenue: "Your kind attention to your December ac count, as per bill rendered, will be greatly ap preciated by "Yours truly, "Jonn Wan-amakee." You will perceive, Mr. President, by the familiar and noticeably persistent tone of Mr. Wanamaker's frank and cordial note, that this matter has been discussed by us more than once or twice; and while I am willing to admit that I am, perhaps, more conservative in my action upon this meas ure than our esteemed friend, yet I fully agree with him concerning the more im portant features of his bill for the accretion of the surplus, and will cordially move either to recommit it, or, if it would better meet the views of the administration, to Eress it, with an avoidance ot nndue haste efitting the gravity ot the situation, to a third, or even a fourth reading. Having thus, I trust, established my claim upon your consideration, not to say deference, by the foregoing allusion to the cordial and intimate relations already exist ing between myself and one of the warmest and most deserving friends of the adminis tration, I will pass on to matters not more important, perhaps, to myself and Mr. Wanamaker, but more general in scope, and somewhat more national in character. ABOUT THE CABINET. It appears, from what I have learned through trustworthy sources, that, alter all, you formed your Cabinet without consulting me. This was probably an oversight, rea sonably caused by the overwhelming duty of daily receiving large and constantly in creasing throngs of old school-mates and long-lost cousins, but as some 50.000,000 of other influential people, citizens of the United States, were overlooked in the same way, I will let it pass. In fact, it has passed already. I trust that everything else you do for the next four or, permit me to hope, thus getting my fine work in ahead of the boys eight years, may pass as easily with the Americambus Populorum, which, by interpretation, is, American people. I don't know how you keep up your Latin, but unless you keep it up better than you used to get it up when we were boys at Hinman's, I had better construe as I go along. I think I will, for my own sake. Howbeit, I will not dwell, on these painful memories. AT THE "WHITE HOUSE DESK. You are now a servant of the people. In this land of the free bear in mind and re member, the master is servant to the hired man, and no housewife has any right in her own kitchen. Serve your masters, the peo ple, as they are accustomed to serve their masters, the children and servants, willing ly if it please you, unwillingly if it dis please you, but do as they bid you, just the same. Do not waste too much time at that preoious "desk" at the White House, of which we have heard so much in bygone years.. When this country wants a clerk, it is rich enough to hire one, or even two. When we elect a President, we spend suf ficient time and money to hire enough clerks to run the Government 25 vears. Save enough out of your salary and sta tionery allowance to bny a little desk for a dollar and wear it on your watchchain; then you can truly say that you are always at your desk, and you won't waste any time about it There is a heap of precious time wasted at a desk. The .development of a most excellent clerk maybe the spoiling of a good President Fifty thousand dollars a year is a great deal of money to pay a man for holding down an office chair and play ing solitaire on a lock-stitch typewriter. Don't be a clerk; be President I think you will; it rnns in our family. MESSAGES AND STATE DOCUMENTS. . And don't devote too much; and a very little is too much, time to writing composi tions on the "Ethics of Popular Govern ment," "The Conservation of the Conserva tive in Conservatism," Civil Service Re form as a National Discipline," or that sort of thing. All this you should have at tended to at school, when you were in the line of doing or,jHssibly, occasionally of not doing exercises. People enjoy good compositions on practical and impractical moral and otherwise subjects, but they require them to be rather highly spiced with humor to make them palatable, and that is something. Well, any time you want anything of that sort, any of the "tunny business," you know, graited into your messages and documents, if Biley isn't around, send for Eugene Field, or oh, well, any of the boys will be glad to help you out any time. I'm stopping right here in Bryn Mawr (pronounced Bryn Mawr) myself; all the time. Reception hours after lr.M. Been staying here through two ad ministrationsliable to keep on staying, unless however, we won't disenss that now. But don't be a contributor to the waste basket. Be President DqN'T BE A PHBASE-COINEB. But, again: don't spend much of the time which belongs to the people to the produc tion of "phrases." Phrase-making is a free and unprotected industry, and yon were elected on a distinctivelv protection plat iorm. Anybody can make phrases who has a mind to. Men have made phrases and Ehrases and phrases; and then they have eard . the . masters of the -feast soy, "Give this man place, and get thee to a law office where talk is the staple." Remember how long was sung the chant, "A public office is a public trust" No body knew just what it meant, but it was like an echo valve; it sounded well, in a horn. Mr. President, in our younger days and how pleasant it is to recall the good old times when one of the good old-timers has been called to a position where he has it in his power to make times good for the other old-timer do you not call to memory the legend, the well-known euphonic crea tion ot a phrase-making genius ot an older day, illuminated by the portrait of the con ventional setter dog, deceased, that hung on the decorated walls of the grocery at Mar tinsville, "Poor Trust is dead?" Ah! yes; and the next line went on to fell what killed him. Do not wear out your Thesaurus hunting for strange, wild words of ques tionable character, and don't stare a blis ter on the ceiling trying to coin new ones of uncertain pedigree. Don't be a phrase maker; 'be President. PEBSONAIi AND DOMESTIC HABITS. If you can do so without neglecting other public business, issue a daily bulletin of your personal life and domestic habits. This would relieve the inventive faculties of the Washington correspondents of a great strain, and give to the people trustworthy information Upon theie matters. I ob served quite recently, most appropriately published in the "patent insides," a two column interview with the" Statesman, Im ported, who expects to be cook or chef to the President of the United States. As the statesman told the reporter all that he knew concerning the lives and habits of-the Pres a vwb,. had ie honor to be irei ,n, f0' btless, he will reveal all that he learns or imagines about fnf ,Cr n aatWpale him by tell ing it yourself, and sayif yoa will permit S,w."eSd-.to P to the colloquial r a,Pnd iK, be n the ChVf, or m ' I ft Sh2U!d U al1 yn knw about ? A. -uh?ngh, to be sure, it wouldn't do J?r le PnrLesldent take liberties with the Cook. There were Cooks lone before there were Presidents. Think this over. If it be true, as as has been reported in print, that you have an inherited weakness for the Demon Pie, you will have to make yonr own, and eat'it secretly by night, in bed, if you would keep your weakness from the world. And even then the terrible secret wouldleak out, in all its sickening details and with accompanying diagrams forgive me that the wicked thought of saying dia phragm entered my teeming brain in the Sunday papers. Do not aim to treat all men alike. Why should you, merely because von are Presi dent? Do all men treat you alike? "Be ware of entrance to a quarrel, but being in," shut your eyes and slosh around with both fists until you have cleared a large circular space around you as far as you can reach. The advantage of closing your eyes before you begin is.that you can't see who you nit, and sometimes the man nearest to you is the man whom you want to hit the hard est, but being President, you eel that yon can hardly do so, if yon know it. Cut this out and past it In your hat; it may cost JUSTICE TO THE MUGWUMP. Deal gently with the Mugwump. lost bird that moulted ont of season and migrated on mistaken wings; flying sonth in the very morn of the balmiest June-breathed winter that ever wreathed this continent in summer smiles, and then suddenly turning to beat the air northward, when the belated blasts from the Arctic caves turned all the mists of spring to frosty rime. The 3Iuzwump know not what tbey waut. .Nor what they minK. xor ao tney inuy believe they believe what tbey believe. Be kind to the Mugwump; we might have been born that way ourselves. You would not be impatient or harsh with an Indian because his ideas on politics and one thing and another are vague, and crude, and amorphous? Then do not be hasty with the Mugwump; he knows as much as an Indian. Not so much as all Indians nor even two Indians, bnt just one Indian; and I'll let you pjck your Indian. Be just to the Mugwump. Give him all his de sire. Opposition is his native element; provide him with plenty of it. He thrives, when he thrives at all, on neglect; see that he lacks it not, bnt surround him with glacial acres of it. He pines for martyrdom; let him have it, right on the neck. as Jeffersoman simplicity died a natural death some years ago, it will not be neces sary for you to shake hands with each unit in every procession that marches through the White House. If you shake hands with a man, it seems to me that courtesy de mands that yon should say something to him, and, as you won't Know his name once in a million times, you will have to say "Mister," which, although refreshingly democratic, is not exquisitely elegant, and when repeated several thousand times, is apt to deteriorate, into similaritv if not actual monotony, besides inducing incipient labial paralysis of the larynx with raucous tendencies. Moreover, if you begin this handshaking business, you will be compelled to make discriminations and thereby cive offense, because there are some men whom you cannot shake. CIVIL SEETICE EEFORJI. Don't talk very much about civil service reform, bnt do a great deal of it One of the best ways of securing an efficient civil service is to carry a little pocket guillotine around with you'and keep it oiled. "Work off" some fellow "constitutionally" once in a while, jnstrto keep the departments stirred up to a general flutter of expectancy, activi ty and strict attention to business. Do mn know why the mountain stage drivers give the mules the lash while swinging down the dizzy grades at breakneck speed ? So that they won't have time or oppprtunity to look around tor something- to sby at, and thus pitch coach and passengers over a precipice as high as a window on inauguration day. The mule's mind is kept on the whip; he never knows where it may strike next, so he keeps right ahead as fast as he can pick up his feet, and tends right to his knitting, hoping the lash may have no need to fall on him. The most respectful and industrious citizens in America are the department employes since election. Their respectful demeanor is only equalled and their industry only ex celled by those patriots who are not depart ment employes, but are willing to throw aside their foolish scruples and native diffi dence, and become so. When a man be comes indispensible to the Government, and the administration couldn't hold together 40 minutes without him, and he-finds it ont, it's time he was shot fired, I mean. If he does not know how necessary he is, keep him, for he is of great value; but so soon as he learns what everybody else knows, his usefulness begins to wane. However, this does not often happen; as a rule, the man finds it out lone before the rest of us. Some times he finds it out when the rest of us never do. GAINS FOB ALL- LOSSES. And, while dwelling upon this point, re member, no matter what happens, or who goes back on you, that you can always get a ueuer man iuuii tne one you lose, xne best man hasn't been invented yet There are plenty of better men, but no best. Since Sullivan was whipped by a smaller man, everybody "sasses" him." Samson was downed at last, and killed himself trying to get even. Napoleon was conquered br a soldier with not a tithe ot the great Corsi can's fame; Rome was destroyed by barba rians; and no matter how good a man mav be, you will always, can always find a bet ter in the poolroom, or at the Hoffman House. There have been but two men who excelled all others in their own specialties. Adam was the first man but see how long ago he had to start to ac complish this. And how much he missed by making such an early start Got all his work done ages before the rest of the world got out of bed. Mcthusalah was the oldest man, but he had to live till his back-ached to do it And, then, he isn't sure of it, after all; we're not through; Hannibal Hamlin or Mr. Bancroft may break the record yet. Adam, after all or rather be fore all is the only man who has a dead sure thing on pre-eminence. And Science says but no matter what Science says; she will say just the contrary the next time she says anything. . ' THE SURPLUS. I was going to give you a few valuable suggestions upon the surplus; I know something about that, as I live under the shadow of the Episcopal Church; but if, as I have been informed, the, Congressional Record is going to put on a new dress, en large, issue a supplement and a Sundav edition, it will not be necessary. I will reserve that space lor a few remarks, in the course of a week or two, upon the deficit. In conducting the conference with that mild-mannered and pliable apostle of peace, Prince Bismarck, remember the Russian proverb. "Make friends with a bear, but keep hold of the ax," I do not wish to add one ounce to your burdens, nor is it my Desire to Impose upon your friendship; I have but one boon to ask of the administration, and I have done. I have learned that the United States Consul at the Garrhabbaroot Islands was eaten on a recent Sabbath evening, at the King's birthday party, r wish to recommend a man whom I know well, and whom I am confident would fill the place to the King's satisfaction Tor his Consulate. As I desire to surprise the man, I request that the little birthday episode be kept' secret until after he sails. From what I know of the man I think he would go right to the. spot .This Government owes a dnty to these ontlying islands, which are in a measure under our protection, and if we send the right kind of consuls, it will create an entente cordiale between us and our neighbors, and, beside, effect a great saving in missionaries. This is all. I believe. It has taken a long morning of valuable time to write this' letter, Mr. President, but I would dbmofa . than that Jor you. -a.nu, u a nave in any ' little measure "whitewashed the path" for you; if I have made your duty clearer to you; iflhaveshown'you a way out of the many embarrassments and perplexitiw which confront you on every hand; it I have given you-patience for your trials, tact for yonr emergencies, and inspirations for your labors; if these few wandering and nebulous thoughts have made you a wiser and a better man, you are more easily in spired than I thought you would, be, and I am the most astonished and gratified citizen in the great Republic of which you are, as you deserve to be, the President. . I have the honor to be, Mr. President, Very respectfully, Your obedient servant, ROBEBT J. BUBDETTE. THE FIRESIDE 'SPHINX, A COLLECTION OP ENIGMATICAL NOW POK. HOME CRACKING. " ,' . Address communications for this department to E. R. CHArjBOUKX.ieiPiiton, Maine, . m B07 A PICTURE PUZZLE. Find in this picture: 1. The cause of many railroad accidents. 2. Something very inflammable. 3. Something used to" fire powder. 4. A spirit 5. The stem of a tree. 6. What physicians try to do. 7. Affirmative and negative votes. 8. One hundred and twenty pounds of glass, or a nar row vein of coaL 9. The way that cattle feed. 10. A movement of soldiers. 11. A timid quadruped. 12. What Boston is sometimes called. 508 A CONUNDRUM. Mus ratlus, immured, a pet, astir; Its naaghty gnawings all come to naught. Felts domesttca, pert, purling a purr; Surfeited, somnolent, a fit fight fought. A cat camivorons something surelv smells! A bristling back, a caudal, cumnlns crest! A spiteful spit, a furious f use foretells Catnip, catsup, a rodent's rueful rest. Puzzling problems muddle many heads, Numerous nettlinjr knots in natnre dwell. Canst thou, valiant tangler, truly tell The analogy anent these quarrelsome quad rupeds? H. R. W. 507 AN ANAGRAM, Whole is a power that sways the human heart, And one that can delightful sweets impart; Ortimes it has inspired poetic themes, Of times presided o'er romantic dreams. Producing thrills of sonl-entrancins Jor, - And draughts of blfss nnmlngled with alloy. Let stoic sages In their wisdom say That it's supremacy lasts but a day. Then,, like a transient meteor, flits away. Let scoffers call it a deceitful thing. A short-lived ecstacy that leaves a stlne. And say 'tis only laughed at by the wise. And that it's realm is a fool's paradise: Snch croaklngs come from bitterness of soul; All nature's voice proclaims the praise of whole. 'TIs not a jiistt throne or EVit: no. Though crusty bachelors may call it so. Nelsoniaw. 51p a joueket around the -world. In, a journey aronnd 'the world I saw and heard many strange things. I saw a mountain of Massachusetts followed by. a Iargeln$ect run across two of the Southern States. I saw two nations hurling an Ohio town at each, other. I saw a lady take up a town ot Asia, wrap if about her shoulders, and walk off. I saw a bay of England hun; up to dry. I saw a city of Germany crawling along tho ground. I saw one of the British Isles, with a cape of North America, sitting by a bay of Africa, eating towns of yew Jersey and a cityor Asia. I saw two capes of the Atlantic coast so badly injured while playing with a river of .Norm America that it was necessary to send for a lake of the same region to attend them. I heard the savage Shetland Island of the North American rfver and the roar of an Austrian town. Bnt when I returned to my British American bay and told my friends of these things,they said my story was a group of islands off the coast of Great Britain. Can yon show that it was not? ZoE. 511 TELL MY NAME. I'm new or old. I'm hot or cold, I travel o'er the land; Fm up, or down low on the ground, 'Mid rocks, or mud or sand. From sea to sea. where dwellings bo, I surely may be found; But of tener in the cities' din. Where busy scenes abound. Sad changes come In every home, But change to me is mild; Instead of steel I'm cloth yon feel, An apron on a child. In ancient days, the poet says, I helped bedeck the fair; The lovely bride, with queenly pride, Then wore me on her hair. But now we find I'm used to bind With all my might and main; Upon the rail I help to trail The heavy loaded train, v M. C. Woodford. 513 A CHARADE. A two might one a whole if she Had strength, and will, and energy; Though ofonr modern ttcos but few Such worK as that would care to do. lo one a rope is what they'd dread Store than the one-inp: of a thread. To one a whole is such a turn As ttcos need never try to learn, NsxsoxLur. 513 A COMPOUND ACROSTIC. 1. Something hashed over. 2: To regard with wonder or surprise. 3. A kind of mosaio wood-work: 4. Called. 5. A species of sand eel. 6. Eluded. J'rtmals: To clatter. Finals: Furnished with a head. Primals and finals: Giddy. OnELL CrcxosE. 514 CURTAILMENT. I am a dull old fellow. Think the old the better way; If curtailed, in autumn mellow, I'm converted Into "hay." Curtail, and "grass" is bamsh'd "Chinese Bnddha" holds the charm; Once again, the god has vanished; bo have I without alarm. J. E.M. 515 HIGH AND LOW. , Made of a letter and a grain. Each year I come and come again. I'm in my cradle rocked on high. Like you in earth at last I lie. Like you my loss will be my gain; -f Like yon 1 sleep to wako again. " Humbly I fall I rise in onde. ' ? A creature changed and glorified. J. a. -si ANSWERS. 497 Pam (the knave of clubs), map. 498 Alderman. 499 John's, 'Tom's Will's,'- 5S 1 g - Fred's. Harry's, Dick's, 31 9-2 24 .? Anna's, Mary's, Susv's,1 zi a i t J5. 600 Pandora's box, from which innumerv TTa 111 faftnarf la, inl. inlv linna hahmn an. 501 Brawler, SOI- P TUT EASEL TA TT1ER PUS TULOUS 'A JJ JJ j in vr LEOKa : RUG - .s.' 503-Bufc ,-,. ECU Free pass. 605 Adze, angur, awl, ax. bTe!,blt, stock. brad, can, cat, chisel, file, gauge, hamraer.hone. jointer, level, mallet. Best, pen, pencil, plane, saw. shave, scriber. vise. ' Af DvtrlfHa la4 A t -l9k-lf aft. -..ft . m mm IAW -uuuuic, vuuui .ituiuc, ISHBIXl-a, PffitlW, T.nrtdi. middle, rnddla. ?. v. r t -, a.. ' r . txIB MTVW (."Tn jr""t - - y. ,4,- '?-.,