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M I I In some tactions of Dakota, where fuel is expensive, farmers will this year grow an ncro or two of flax for fuel. It is claimed Hint a ton of flax straw is worth more for fuel than a ton of soft coal. A feature in a New York physician's house, described in the American Arclii tert, is a small hospital on tho roof, car rying out a hobby of the doctor's for quarantining any member of his own family stricken with any infectious dis ease. It occurred to a man on Capitol Hill, Washington, thnt it would bo a good idea to mix the soil of all the States and territories in tho Capitol pnrk. Accord ingly he wrote to postmasters and others, from Maine I io Arizona, and received from each a pnekago of earth, until his collection was completed. On Wash ington's birthdny he mixed up tho earth and dumped it in a corncn It is reported that tho czar intends, in 1887, to assume a title equivalent to that of emperor over tho whole of Central Asia. It is said that his imperial majes ty will m ike a state entry into Summer cand, and there formally assume the sov ereignty over Central Asia in the pres ence of all tho ameers and khans who are under the sway of imperial Russia. This is no new design on tho part of Russia, for this schemo wa's for a long time under consideration by the late Alexander II., and has only come to light nnv through tho indiscretion of a high official. Two paragraphs have recently been going the rounds of the newspapers, the matter of which is undoubtedly erroneous. One says that a Connecticut man con sumeJtwo tons of chewing tobacco a year. If that is true, he uses every day ubout eighty-seven papers of tobacco of the ordinary size. Tho other paragraph declares that two women in Paris had a dispute as to which could talk the faster, and that one of them on trial distinctly pronounced 290,311 words in three hours. If that is truo she uttered 1,645 words a minute, and twenty-seven words every second, which is commended for trial to any one who thinks it can be done. It is estimated by insurance companies that in the United States last year dwell ing houses were burned at the rate of one every hour, with an average loss of $1,390. Barns and stables, fifty pet week. Country stores, three per day, with a loss of $110,000 per week. Ten hotels burn weekly, with a loss per yeai of $4,000,000. Every other day a lum ber yard goes up in smoke, each repre senting $20,000. Forty-four cotton fac tories, tho loss in each case being $28,000 ; foity-thrco woolen mills at $25,000 each, and forty-two chemical works at $27, 000 each, were destroyed by fire last year. Fcrty-two boot and shoe factories were consumed, the loss being $17,000 each. Theatres were lapped up by the flames at tho rate of five per mouth, average loss $19,000. Only about half as many court houses were destroyed, the cost of each being about $20,000. On the Rio Grande frontier it is an open secret that wholesale smuggling to Mexico takes place almost daily. Tho laws of Mexico exact such enormous duties upon every conceivable article of necessity that paying such duties is often equivalent to buying the merchandise a second time. The number of papers ncc cstary to make out an invoice to pro tect the shipment during its frequent in spections along the route and to pass Stato lines, which requires a world of stationery, makes it necessary for the shipper to be as expert as a Philadelphia lawyer to keep track of the red tape. This partially accounts for the prevalence of smuggling.' There are many countries where an ordi nary man is unable to attend to his own business of passing goo.ls through a cus tom house, but Mexico is pre-eminently one of them, for if a man untutored in the tecnicalities of Mexican tariff law at tempts to enter goods he finds himself in hot water at once. Fiues of considerable magnitude are imposed, unlooked-for delays and annoy ances are constantly happening. Lately the government officials of Mexico have commenced to punish contraband ists severely, and every one caught is severely dealt with to the full extent of rigid law. This has never been done heretofore. Jones, a Mormon, who lives on the Corralitos property, 120 miles southwest of El Paso, was sent out to get supplies anil was caught with contra band goods by thq Mexican guards, and has been sentcuced to juil for six months, Marcos y Fuentos, a Mexican of the froutier town of Ascensio, is in jail now for six months for the same offense. OUT TO THE SKA. "Out to the sea! Out to the seat" Sing the waters of inland rivers; From source to mouth In the aunny south The liquid stream song quivers. "Down through the blue! Down through tho blue!" Sings the moonlight's ail very heen; "Thy breast must bear ' No greater care Than purest light e'er seen." "Sisters are we! Sisters are we!" In a harmony sing the twain. t "Toward ocean we float Nor sail nor boat To guide us toward the main." "Careless are we! Careless are wel Of shores we pass in flowing. We bid tliem smile As we pass the while, But cannot s'ny our going. "Oceans are vast! Oceans are vast, And tho currents playing among them Forbid us to stay, But call us away; Think of our songs we have sung them." Lessons are learned ! Lessons are learned! From the water and moonlight flowing Out to the sea In such harmony Like sisters in their going. Courier-Journal. BALKED. "AVon't you come down, Olive?" Rose Anncsley paused, with her hand on her sister's chair; but Olive only laughed merrily, and shook her head. ''What!" she replied, "when this is Mr. St. Cloud's first visit, and you two have not seen each other since you parted at Mount Desert? No, Rosio dear, noth ing would induce me to spoil the meet ing." "But you wouldn't spoil it," persisted Rose, in her quiet, straightforward way. "He understands all about you, Olive. He knows that we two have only each other in the world, and that you have always been more like a mother than a sister to mo. Ho wants to meet you ever so much. You needn't laugh and shake your head. He does, indeed! Dear Olive ".she whispered, affectionate ly, laying her check against her sister's, "don't think that my happiness can ever make mo forget you, or love you one bit the less." Olive did not answer, only stroked the sunny little head that nestled so close to her own. She was a quiet, reticent girl in fact, society considered this elder Miss Annes ley, with her keen, gray eyes and sarcas tic manners, "rather an eccentric young woman." But then, society felt a little vexed that Olive Annesley was so utterly indif ferent to its claims. r The two sisters had been orphans for several years, Mrs. Aunesley having died when Rose was quite a child, her hus band a year or two after. Those who knew Olive best, knew that the softest spot in her heart was for the pretty, golden-haired child who had been left so entirely to her charge. She had tried to rouse herself, of late, to go rather more into company, to enter tain more extensively, for Rose's sake. But during the previous summer Rose had gone wit ha party of friends to Mount Desert, and the result had been this en gagement to handsome Bertie St. Cloud. Olive had never met the young man. He was one of the employes in a large banking-house, and had been sent abroad on some business matters, shortly after his engagement to Rose. He had just returned, and his first visit was, of course, to the large Western city which formed the home of his fair fian cee. Rose had pleaded in vain that Olive would go down and join her in this wel come to her lover. "I am not well, to-night," she said, as a ring at the door announced his arrival. "I shall see him to-morrow and do my best to cut you out. Perhaps I shall succeed. Who knows?" she added, with a smile, as Rose, looking like a veritable fairy, in her s.ift, blue cashmere and creamy laces, flitted joyously from the room. But as tho door closed behind her, Olive's face clringcd. She arose wearily, and crossing tho room, paused in front of the mantle, where stood a large and handsomely-mounted photograph. The face which smiled back at her, with its soft brown eyes, delicate fea tures, and dark moustache, was one which few women would have had power to resist. "Why is it," she said, impatiently, "that I feel such an inward distrust of that man? His face is simply perfect too perfect to be true yet it must be my own jealous fears for Rose which mako me so unreasonable. He is probably no worse than others of his class. Oh, if I could only read him aright could only find out what manner of man he is!" Meanwhile, the lovers below, free from all apprehensions of tiie future, were tasting the full bliss of reunion after long separation. Tho hours flew quickly by, and when St. Cloud returned to his hotel he was surprised to find it so late. One of the waiters met him in the cor ridor. "A gentleman lias been asking for you, sir," he raid, "and I showed him to your room. He has been there some time." St. Cloud hastened up stairs, and on opening th door, descried, to his great pleasure, an old friend, whom ho had not seen for some time, "You here, Max!" he exclaimed, shaking him heartily by the hand. "My diio. fi-llnw 1 rltiri. (liil VAll rlrr.n frnm ut ' this unseasonable hour?" Max nart smiled pleasantly. He was a large, fine-looking man, with a rather bronzed complexion, and frank, kindly eyes. "I am stopping here on business for our law firm," he explained. "They were at one time located here, and still have a good deal of business in the city. I saw your name on the hotel register, and concluded to hunt you up. but have been waiting so long my patience was nearly exhausted. What keeps you out so late?" St. Cloud smiled complacently. He had always liked Max Hart well enough, though he considered the young lawyer in B'imc respects nn "odd fellow." To night, however, St. Cloud felt particu larly good-humored, and therefore con versationally inclined. "Well, to tell the truth, I'm engaged," he explained. "It's getting timo for me to settle down, and I couldn't do so under more favorablo circumstances. Rose Anncsley is tho dearest little girl in the world, and owns quite a hand some property beside." "Do you mean the older or younger Miss Annesley?" queried Max, rather drily. And St. Cloud rejoined, in surprise: "I alludo to tho younger. Are they not both the daughters of the late John Annesley?" "They are," replied his friend. "But Mr. Annesley was twice married, and his elder daughter inherits her fortune from her mothor's familyi Mr. Annes ley himself lived up to his entire income, and his younger daughter inherited nothing. She is, and always has been, en tirely dependent on her sister, though I doubt if she has ever felt this dependence, as Miss Anncsley shares every comfort and luxury with her. I know whereof I spenk," he added, with a sidelong look at St. Cloud's crestfallen countenance; "for our senior partner is Miss Olive An ncsley's guardian, and transacts all her business affairs." "The deuce!" muttered St. Cloud, under his breath; "here's a nice piece of work. I thought Rose owned fully as much as her sister. I'm not able to marry a girl without money I really am not. If I could only put up a few thou sand dollars, I could command a junior partnership in our house." He cheeked himself; he had spoken more freely than he intended. "How about this Miss Olive Annes ley?" he asked, with a forced smile. "Anything of an old maid? Likely to die soon, and leave her property to Rose, ch?" "I should say not," answered Max,' composedly, "I have only seen Miss An nesley at a distance, but I should judge her to be a line looking woman of about twenty-seven or eight." "Quite young enough to marry," mur mured St. Cloud, gloomily. Then rousing himself, with an effort, he changed the subject. But when he called on the Annesleys the next morning, he invited Max most cordially to accompany him, adding, jocularly: "You can take a chance at the heiress, old fellow; but mind, if you win her, I shall call for a division of the spoils." And Max whs not loth to accept the in vitation. He felt some curiosity to see St. Cloud's sweetheart, and remembering their conversation of the night before, some pity for her also. "He cannot love her as she ought to be loved !" was his mental comment a con viction which strengthened after his meeting with Rose. She greeted him so cordially as "Ber tie's friend" that when he looked into her innocent eyes, he felt something like a pang of self-reproach. He was presented to Olive at the same time, but she seated herself near St. Cloud, and seemed really determined to cultivate her future brother-in-law. St. Cloud responded warmly to her efforts, and a war of wits ensued between them, in which, man of the world as he was, ho could not but feel, at times, a little puzzled by Olive Aunesley. The arts and flatteries which he had practiced so successfully on other girls seemed to fall harmlessly ou Olive's armor. In tho days that followed he found himself devoting much more time to this pale, gray-eyed girl than to his own pretty Rose. Ho said to himself that she was the moneyed member of the family, and that it would certainly bo to his interest to gain some influence over her. At first he really had no other object. He saw that Olive was peculiar that she differed from tha ordinary society girls whom he know so well, and he took pains to become acquainted with her pet theories, her favorite authors every thing calculated to interest her. They had frequent discussions, in which St. Cloud would, at first, oppose her ideas, and then, with subtle tact, seem to defer to them. Rose was. necessarily, thrown a great deal into Max Hart's society, but she showed no sense of neglect, and only re joiced that Bertie and her quiet sister should have taken such a fancy to each other. Max Hart alone divined in it all a deep er meaning than appeared on the surface. Ho saw that Olive was beginning to look for St. Cloud's coming as eagerly as Rose, that her color deepened whenever he up proached, and that she showed at times an agitation strangely at variance with her usual calm demeanor. He was filled with righteous indigna tion. It was bad enough that a girl like Rose should be willing to throw herself away on a selfish scamp like St. Cloud, but that she should bo deceived, be trayed, and, above all, by her own sister, was too much. He lost all self-control whenever he thought of it. Fortunately for his patience, the busi ness which detained him was now con cluded, and he found himself free to return. But the evening before : bis departrtrej he overheard some words which seemed to him proof positive ofwhat he feared.' Rose had stepped into the conservatory to gather for him some of . henfavorite flowers as a parting gift; and Max stood alone at a large bay-window which over looked the balcony. - St. Cloud and Olive, who had been promenading the balcony, apparently in deep conversation, paused near the window, which was partially open. " "I have much, very much, to tell you, Olive," he heard St. Cloud say, eagerly, "but I dare not. Never was a man placed in a more unfortunate position than my self." "Why should you fear to speak?" asked Olive, in a slightly agitated tone, "if what you wish to say bo indeed from your heart?" "Can you doubt it?" was the reply, ac companied by a glance which made Max thrill with anger. But at that moment Rose's cheerful tones were heard, exclaiming: "Oh, Mr. Hart, I cannot find a single Marechal Nicl in bloom 1 I am so sorry 1 With one of those buds, your bouquet would be perfect." She stooped as she spoke to pin it on his coat, and Max glancing down at the little, white hand which held the flow ers, thought, bitterly: "Poor child 1 Betrayed by bothlovei and sister, what an awakening lies before her 1" That awakening came sooner than he dreamed, for the next afternoon, as Rose reclined, half asleep, on a sofa in the li brary, she heard St. Clond ring at the door. Before she could rouse herself sufficiently to speak, his voice was audible in the adjoining parlor, asking eagerly: "You here, Olive, and alone? Where is Rose!" "I left her asleep," was Olive's answer. And St. Cloud, understanding her to mean in her own apartments, said hur riedly: ' 'Do not rouse her. It is so seldom that I see you alone, and and lately I think you have avoided me, Olive." There was no answer, and he contin ued: "I cannot blame you; I know how true and noble you are, and I will not even speak of what I have suffered. But I place my whole fate in your hands. Decide for me. Say but the word, and I will marry Rose." Olive's head dropped, her breath came quicker, as she murmured: "No!" A gleam of triumph shot from St. Cloud's eye. He drew near Olive, and bent over her until his cheek almost touched her own. ".My darling," he whispered, "you do not know what a struggle I have under gone. But Rose is generous. I will tell her all, and at some future day, when she is happy again, you will let me claim you is it not so? For you do forgive me; you do love me a little. I am sure of it." He laid his hand tenderly on her own, but at that touch, Olive started abruptly to her feet and turned her gray eyes, blaz ing like stars, full upon the astonished St. Cloud. , "Love you!" she said. "Yes, as you have loved her my poor, trusting little Rose! Forgive you? Yes, when she forgets you not before I Go, Bertie St. Cloud, and seek some other dupe! I have outwitted you at your own game !" St. Cloud waited for no second bid ding. He had been snared in the toils he himself had laid, and silently raging at his own failure, ho quitted the house for ever. Olive turned at once to seek her sister. She found her still crouching on the sofa, from which she had half-arisen, her face pale as ashes, her whole frame trembling like a leaf. "Olive, Olive," she cried piteously, "I have heard all !" And Olive, with the muttered com ment, "Thank heaven !" knelt beside her, and drawing the poor little head down upon her shoulder, soothed her with the tenderest caresses. From that time St. Cloud's name was never mentioned be tween them. But the rumor of the broken engage ment must, in some way, have reached Max Hart, for it was not long ere he made it convenient to see the two sisters again. He asked no question; he sought no confidence; but his silent and respecti ful sympathy touched them as no words could have done. In time he gained the place he coveted that of a friend valued above all others by them both. But it was long ere he ventured to speak of love to Rose, and when he did, the color rushed painfully to her cheek. "Do you know the story of my past?" she said, bravely. And he replied : "Aye, and love you but the more! You are still my rose my queen of flow ers!" "A poor, withered, faded rose!" she answered, smiling through her tears. "But the one rose in the world for me!" he saiii. And then she placed both hands in his to have and to hold. Katlieriae llijde. Horse Prayer Cure. The priests of Naples celebrate a yearly festival for the sake of prayer-curing vic ious horses. One by one the brutes ure annointed and blessed, and their masters buy holy biscuits, which they string to gether and hang around the horses in tho form of a necklace. At the conclusion of the solemnity howitzers are blazed off, and the priest collects his fees with the aid of a peremptory bailiff. The be lief in the efficacy of the farce is not more astonishing than the "King's Evil" suer-tition of mcdheval England, where hosts of scrofula patient went hundreds of miles afoot to have their sores touched by the hand of the king. CinciMiati Enquirer. SELECT SIFTINGS. A. chemist has discovered an extract from coal tar 230 times sweeter than sugar. The only Presidents who were never in Congress are Washington, Taylor, Grant, Arthur and Cleveland. It was once a popular opinion tha denth is delayed until the ebb of the tide. Hence in cases of sickness many pretended that they could foretell the hour of the soul's departure. Tho word grenade means pomegranate, and is so called from its resemblance in shape to that fruit. In military circles a grenade is an iron bar filled with powder, which causes great injury whgn it bursts. Tho curious and remarkablo discovery is reported that a South American shrub, called "aliza," exudes a juice which acts so powerful in stopping flows of blood that when a knife is smeared with it and used for surgical operations, tho largest vessels may be severed without any hem orrhage. Forks were used by tho ancients for tho same purpose as they now are. A two-pronged silver fork has been found in a ruin on the Via Appia at Rome, and one of five prongs, one of which is broken off, resembling our silver forks,,has been found in a tomb at Pa?stun, and is now preserved in the museum at Naples. A popular term formerly in use for the nails on the ten fingers was the ten "com mandments," which, says Nares, doubt less led to tho swearing by them, as by the real commandments. In the same way tho fingers were also called the ten bones, and it was a common thing to ue the exclamation, "By these ten bones!" Probably the first American establish ment ftr tho exclusive manufacture of edged tools was founded by Mr. Samuel Collins, at Collinsville, Conn., which is now one of the largest establishments of the kind in the world. It was begun about 1820, when the product of a day's labor was the forging and tempering of eight broadaxes. The minute hand of the clock on West minster abbey is sixteen feet long, and the hour hand nine feet. They weigh about a hundred pounds each, and are I kept in motion by weights proportionally ponderous, tho hands nnd appendages, in all, weighing about one a half tons. In a recent snow storm in London this clock was stopped, the hands being im peded by tho snow. In Lisbon nble-bodied beggors increase their claims to public charity by turning their throats in prodigious goitres. Special experts teach the art of develop ing these excrescences, and the proprietor of a thirty-pound neck-pouch feeh as proud as the owner of a prize pig. There are dealers in deformed babies that can be borrowed at so much a night, with or without the privilege of stimulating their howls by additional artifice). WISE WORDS. A good name, like good will, is got by many actions and lost by one. Palo death beats with impartial foot at the hovels of the poor and turrents of kings. Nature is frank and will allow no man to abuse himself without giving him a hint of it. Remember this: However small you consider your possessions there is 6ome one who envies you them. There is no luck, but thoro is such a thing as hard work nnd knowing how to make it answer for what others call "luck." Real difference of opinion, honestly ex pressed whenever the subject is serious enough to demand it, always deserves respectful attention and consideration. No matter how low down man may get there is not more than one in every 100 of them but wjll prove true to a small trust if his prido be. strengthened by your seeming faith in him. Much of the world is prejudiced against facts, because facts stick to the text and don't go out of the way to con coct a palatable medium for the world's own genteel taste and wise opinions. One breach of faith will always bo re membered, no matter how loyal youi subsequent life may be. Peoplo may imagine that they trust you, yet all the time they have an eye to the former break. Robinson Crusoe's Island. The island of Juan Fernandez, upon which Alexander Selkirk, the prototypeof Robinson Crusoe, spent his four solitary years, has never since been inhabited until twelve years ago, when the present Governor Rodt settled upon it with a small colony. Rodt is a Switzer. In 18G0 ho fought for Austria against the Prussians, and in 1870 for France. A tT Iho defeat of the French ho emigrated to Chili and made himsrlf useful to the gov ernment, ut whose invitation he under took tho colonization of Robinson Cru soe's lonely island. Here he has resided for the last twelve years as governor and judge. Most of tliesettleinciits over whom he presides are German and Swiss. Near ly oil the vegetation of the temperate zone thrives upon Juan Fernandez. One for the Muhdi. Lord Wolseley, in the course of his recent lecture, told a number of amusing anecdotes, the best of which was as fol lows: One of his olticcrs, who happened to have a gljss eye, was oue day examin ing a prisoner, a zealous follower of the Muhdi. "Why do you believe in tho Mahdif" "I believe in him," replied tho man, ''because he can work miracles." The officer immediately took out his glass eye, tossed it up in the air, caught it and put it back in its plaee. "D'je think tin Muhdi could do that" he asked. The man was appalled, und couldu't ay an other woid. WASHED AWAY, AU unobserved ft started, drop by drop; The stream grew larger and larger every day; And lo! Its flooding waters did not stop Till it had washed the bridge of lovo away. The whole foundation, founded on the rock Of faith, fell swiftly downward, stone by stone; Fell swiftly down beneath the awful shock Of waves which beat so cruelly upon. hydra-head it lifted ever higher; it coiled its sinewy length all through the day, Flooding the pleasant paths where had de sire Walked undisturbed upon her way. And when the night-time came, an awesome scone Shewed where the hurtful flood-tide had been sent, For desolation reigned where erst had beer A sunlight path, and flowers of sweet con tent Ah me! the saddest of sad sights it is, To see the wrecks of joy strewn thick ahead; The sweet, sweet flowers of happiness to miss, To miss, and feel they are for ever dead. To know no more upon joy's pleasant track, Our longing feet in all the years may stray; Saddest of all there is no going back, Because the bridge of love is washed away. HUMOR OF TIIE DAY A false scent a counterfeit. A long "felt" want a new hat. Always what it is cracked up to be ice. "This is a long tramp," said a po liceman as he ran in a six foot vagrant. Button Bulletin. Some men are born great, some wrestle with the parlor , stove, and some have the charge of the kitchen fire thrust upon them. dif tings. A friend of ours, absent on a trip to Washington, writes that he has been all through the national capital and consid erable of his own. JYisw York Newt. SACCHARINE COMMODITIES. Tis sweet to woo a favoring muse, Sweet is bread and honey, Sweet is glad election-news. And sweet the girl with money. OoodaWs Sun, A little four-year old, while praying one night, said: "Please, God, bless fiapa and mamma, and make me a good ittle girl, and if at first you don't suc ceed, try, try again." Life. IMPROVED VERSION. How does the frisky little kid Improve each shining minute; He finds the jam his mother hid, And sticks his fingers in it. Pittsburg Commercial Courier. "Ye," said Fogg, in a facetious vein, twenty years ago Charley could not read or write ; now he speaks two languages beside his own and is more or less fa miliar with half a dozen more. What do you think of that?" "Wonderful?" echoed tho boarders. "And how old did you say he was?" asked Jones. Fogg "Twenty-one next summer." Chorus "H'm!" Boston Transcript. ' 'How are you getting on ?" asked Yeast of young Crimsoubeak, whom he met on tho street the other day. "First-rate," was the young man's reply. "What are you doing?" further queried Yeast. "I'm a medical director in an institution down town." "A medical director!" "Yes; you see I direct envelopes in a patent medicine house." "Oh." Statesman. Strange footsteps haunt my chamber in the n it'll t.; When shadows lengthen In the pale moon light A sound of weird and phantom forms in flight (Rats !) And from without my window comes sound Like ham .Italian nlavine undereound. And wailing voire from the dark, profound. (CaU !) E. D. Pierson. Games Among1 the Ancients. Running, rowing, wrestling boxing, quoit throwing, hunting, chariot racing, horse racing and games of ball were fa vorite sports of the ancients. Polo, which has become fashionable ducing these last few yeurs, is the "Chu gar" of the Persians, and perhaps the Tartars, too, nnd is supposed to be prehistoric. Gaines kindred to fives, racquets, ten nis and lawn tennis were played in tho days of Horace, and may have had their origin centuries before that era. There was another game, "paganicu," which was supposed to be a roving game, somewhat like hockey, golf or lacrosse. These games were much encouraged among the young men, and were played in the Campus Martius, Rome. It is a curious thing, but handball is prehistoric ill Ireland, and was and is a great national sport; and as it is known that the I'll euicians were in Ireland many centuries 15. C, it is quite possible tint 'hey imported it from tho Mediter ranean, but this is pure speculation. "Buck, buck, how many fingers do I hold up?" which used to be a common enough game among boys at school and in the streets of Rome iu the days of ( 'icero. and mentioned as "micaredigitis," to glitter or w ink with the fingers, i. e., to move them quick as lightning, or to use a favorite expression of modern young lady novelists, to "glint;" or we might t ike another of their fuvorite words, to "shimmer." Mru th in one-half of the internal rev nine receipt of the government tome from tho four states of Illinois, New York, Ohio and Kentucky,
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