B. F. SCHWEIER,
THE CONSTITUTION THE UNIONAND THE EH FORCED EOT OF THE LAWS.
Editor and Proprietor.
VOL. L.IV.
MIFFLi INTO WN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENN., WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1899. - NO. 1.
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CHAPTER XIX. (Continued.)
"Your opinion f Ilprnian Craven seems
to illVl- changed."
"TLiTf is much, son, that we cannot
understand. Above all else, we must not
.,... .-i'ht of the fact that Herman is the
l. :i I banker's nephew his only sister's
, h 1.1. 1 did ilotibt the validity or that
iil. but ask yourself this question,
-Would a wealthy uncle Jo less than lib
erally remember au only nephew in his
;UV' Again, would he not be apt to
name his daughter's only living relative
hi-r guardian? It is not strange that he
had named him his administrator. The
banker bade fair to live many years. Her
man was under his guidance, and he no
doubt hoped to see him come up to hit
standard of what he thought young man
should be, in which event he no doubt ex
pected that the young man would one day
heroine his son."
"And yet we can blame neither the
banker nor Herman Craven. Above all
tiii'tirs. son, let us be just. I fully believe
that Merman has not a single doubt of
Kobert's guilt."
But Miss DeKosetteT'
"Ah! That is another matter altogeth
er. Come, let us go home. We can con
verse on the way."
"I am going to call on the mother and
sister of the innocent man in jail, father."
"Yes, by all means, son. My heart
bicds for them. But how do they bear
up under their sorrow?"
"Bravely, father. Mr. Sellara has in
spired them with that faith that they are
only looking forward to the day when
Kobert shall be vindicated."
"Well, it is best so. Jennie ia a brave
girl."
"And the dearest one on earth to me,
father."
"So, so, boy! Yon have chosen your
future bride?"
"If I can win her, father."
"Well, God grant you may! I would
gladly welcome the daughter of my old
friend, Duncan Campbell, a my son's
wife, even though his innocent son should
meet death on the gallows."(
"Thank yon, my father; but no inch
fate awaits Robert Campbell."
The two men here left the office, and the
father made his way home, while fifteen
minutes later the son entered the door of
the widow's residence, where he found
two women in tear.
"Cheer np! Cheer up!" he cried, as be
crossed the threshold. "Ton both prom
ised to be brave. Benitember Sellars say
ing. The darkest hour af ways comes just
before daym.' "
"Thenjdawn must soon appear." aaid
tie-fridow, "for with -ay toarfarsaT
of a jury that will at 10 o'clock to-morrow
condemn him to death, there could be no
darker hour."
"Yes, mother one!" sobbed the daugh
ter. "But not for you and your dear mother,
my loved Jennie! For you, the dawn
will soon break, and as clear and fair as
a summer morn! I know it feel it! A
noble name will be vindicated a son and
brother restored to you. Even now the
great detective may be hastening to the
rescue of an innocent man."
"Yes! Yes!" cried Jennie. "We have
his word his pledge!"
"And the pledge of Lang Sellars is nev
er violated, my love!"
"His reward," said the widow, "shall
not be measured by gold. We will ever
cherish his memory in our hearts."
"And my reward, dear Mrs. Campbell?"
"Yours, Arthur?"
"Mine, Mrs. Campbell! May I name it
now at least, the one I would ask? It
is the hand and heart of the girl I love!"
"Oh, Arthur! Arthur! You have the
heart now!" cried Jennie, as the young
man folded his arms about her.
"And you have won the hand also," said
the widow, with a smile that shone hap
pily even through her tears. "My chil
dren's happiness is all I crave. God bless
you both, and bring me back my boy!"
"And I may claim my bride?"
"When our great detective has fulfilled
his pledge."
CHAPTER XX.
At 10 o'clock on the morning of the
twenty-eighth every seat in the court room
of Judge Fowler was filled.
There was no longer even standing
room.
Wilmington's populace had turned out
almost en masse to listen to the verdict of
the jury in the case against Robert Camp
bell, charged with murder, and few there
were who doubted what that verdict
would be.
The prisoner occupied the box, as he had
for several days previous, while seated
just without the railing that separated
him from the bar of the court was his
mother and sister.
It seemed that the calm demeanor of
the prisoner brought added confidence to
the two women, who were earnestly con
versing with him.
Within the bar were seated a number
of attorneys.
To the right of the judicial seat was At
torney Robbing, while by his side aat Her
man Craven, without a single cloud dark
ening his brow.
Slightly removed from them sat Mrs.
Hammond, the wife of Director Ham
mond, Miss Steel, and the fair daughter
of the murdered banker.
To the left, nearer the prisoner, were
seated Lawyer Dobbs and his son.
The clerk of the court was already at
his post and Sheriff Cobb stood directly
behind the prisoner, while two of his dep
uties were leaning over the railing.
Coroner Field, who had held the pris
oner for trial, was standing near the
sheriff.
The low bum of voices resounded
throughout the court room, and expec
tancy was beaming from all eyes aa they
were turned from time to time to the side
door by which it was expected the judge
would enter the court room. .'
As the last stroke of the clock died away
the door opened and the judge advanced
within the bar.
A moment more and he had mounted tha
oencn and taken his seat.
The sheriff had advanced within th
railing, and with his gavel he struck three
blows on the corner of the clerk's desk,
:rying out as he did so: "O yes, O yex!
This honorable court ii now in session!
Drder, order in this honorable court!"
A dead silence succeeded the sheriff's
proclamation.
"Mr. Sheriff," said the judge, "have the
Inry in the case against Robert Campbell '
igrd .on.a verdict Tl -
rn II nn ffiifi nri if .Hi i i
rSECHET.
"They have, your honor!"
"Conduct them into court."
Sheriff Cobb passed without the railing
and struggled through the throng to the
tear end of the court room, where be
nocked on the jury room door.
In a moment more his voice tnumua
hrough the room as he cried: "Make wayl
Make way for the jury! Make way! Make
aray!"
A space was opened, and down through
t, with the sheriff at their head, marched
he twelve men who, through one word of
'heir, tore mail, would consign Robert
Campbell to the gallows. At least, so ex
lected a vast majority. of those present in
Jie court room.
The jury filed into the box. and each
nan stood facing the judge.
There was a solemn look on the facet
f these men that caused a shudder t
?ass through the frames of a doting moth
r. Sj.loving sister audtbe bereaved da ugh
:er of the Ute banker, whose heart wai
n the keeping of the prisoner at the bar.
"It is all np with him," thought Her
nan Craven ; nor thought he so alone.
The judge turned .solemnly and faced
Jie jury. "Gentlemen of the Jury, hart
ron agreed upon your verdict?"
"We have," responded Foreman At
Might. i
"What say you? Guilty or not guilty?"
Every neck was craned forward. Every
ye was on the lips of the foreman. Would
le never speak?
Ah, his lips move!
"We find the prisoner "
"Hold! Hold! Make way! Make way!"
- Every attorney leaped to his feet.
Even the judge stood erect on his stand.
"Make way! Make way!" and strong
inns were forcing a passage through the
ihrong from the main entrance of the
urt room.
The prisoner, at the sound of that voice,
regardless of the sheriff's deputies, bad
eaped to his feet, and standing erect, the
irst object that met his gaze was the head
tnd shoulders of the great Southern detec
uve, towering above all others.
"Make way! Make way!" And in an
nstant more three men marched within
:he railing of the baror rather the fore
most one was thrust within by the hands
f the detective, who followed.
This foremost party was of a goodly
frame, being fully six feet in height. He
iras clothed in a fashionable suit of steel
rray, a diamond stud glittered from his
shite shirt front, a heavy gold chain hung
endant from a button hole of his vest,
nd a beaver hat rested rather slantingly
n his head.
His eyes were black and piercing, and
ft ararish mnstarKe adorn! hia nnmr lin
j Dn his thin lips was a scornful smile and
us natures were livid with either the
motion of hate or fear.
His gloved hands were before him, held
here by Iron shackles, and one hand of
j sellars rested upon his shoulder.
j The detective appeared as calm and col-
. ected as though he was at his home dand-
: ing his boy upon bis knee.
j All eyes were fixed on these two figures,
, ind none noticed the frail looking man
. who, leaning on a stout cane, had followed
! n the wake of the detective.
. The quick eye of Sellars had scanned all
j jountenances, but now his gaze was rivet
ed on an object of terror that had arisen
' n alarm to its feet at the first sound of
lis voice, but had sunk bask to its seat
with a groan when the handcuffed form
lad been thrust within the railing.
The object of terror was Herman Cra
?en. He sat, a cowering wretch, with the
jailor of death on his face, and hia wild
jyes gazing on the features of the man
ided man.
A dead silence had succeeded the en
hance of the three men within the bar.
The judge, who had been lost to his sur
roundings, now recalled himself to the du
:ies before him, and his ire was apparently
iroused.
"What means this unwonted disturb
ing of the proceedings of this court,
Lang Sellars?" he demanded, in a loud
roice, with his eyes fixed on the detec
iive. "It means, your honor," came in deep
:ones from the lips of Sellars, "that this
jury shall be saved from the disgrace of
renouncing an innocent man guilty of the
.'out crime of murder that this court shall
e saved the ignominy of condemning to
leath one whose hand has shed no blood,
it means that this wretch who you see be
fore you is the murderer of Alvin DeRo
sette." A glad cry escaped the lips of Robert
Campbell's mother: "Saved! Saved! My
oy is saved!" and mother aud daughter
.vere weeping in each other's arms, while
rom his box the arms of the prisoner
.vere cast about them.
"Who is your prisoner?" demanded the
udge, who appeared astounded at Sellars'
statement.
"Stephen Abbott, a Baltimore gambler
C. A. Stephens, a traveling man Ste
ihen Craven, the father of the president
f 'The Caie Fear Bank,' the cowering
rretch seated there, who was his acconi
ilice!" "It's false! It's a lie! A wicked lie!"
ried Herman. "I never saw the man
efore! Robert Campbell murdered my
lear uncle! I caught him red-handed in
he act!"
A scornful smile parted the lips of Ste
iben Craven, as he glanced contemptuous
y at bis son.
"Here, your honor," exclaimed Sellars,
is a bag of coin twelve thousand five
iimdred dollars in gold!" and be laid it on
he desk before the clerk. "If you will
-nil this missive, you will learn how 1
trained it!"
1 - He clerk read it aloud, that the
counsel may hear also," said the judge.
Sellars handed the letter to the clerk,
who read as follows:
"Baltimore, Md., Sept. 22, 1857.
Dear Utrm Read effusion below and
comply by first express. I am hard up,
and tan delay no longer. Your Dad.
Up one pair of stairs, then pass in a door,
Under the red brick the chimney before.
Where sits a young maiden in tears and
alone,
I left that behind that caused me to groan.
rtmm nrt trpit ear in removing the same.
And send its' equivalent to a man wits
three names;
Then have no delay, bnt make heiress
your wife
As soon ss you can after one's lost his life.
Since one direct blow mad yon a rich
man,
Son must not forget .the. vUlaia who ran.
For the fetters that bind us are stronger
than steel,
And danger has fled if your lips you will
seal.
Two nights in a garret and one on the
road.
With shot bag behind, was a very big
load.
I guided the blade of the sheath knife,
'you see.
And now there's a fortune for both you
and me.
You jingled that bell at an opportune
time,
And can clasp in your arms an heiress
divine.
Gold satisfies me, you know very well.
For sending the soul of a banker to h I
P. S. The bag of coin was a rich find,
and one that came unexpectedly. That
poor devil, R. C, made a fatal error en
tering the banker's residence that night
It will coat him his life, but it is better so.
t feared to leave the house with the coin,
ind had every opportunity during the com
mat tan haloar to place ij. where you wit
find it. Send Its equivalent quick! Ad
iress as before, Stephen Abbott, Balti
more, Md."
"That concludes the letter," said th
;lerk.
Exclamations of horror arose from all
parts of the court room, but they wen
soon checked by the voice of the judge
himself: "Order in court! Mr. Sheriff,
rou will preserve order!"
"How came that letter in your posses
lion. Mr. Sellars?" asked the judge. "And
:o whom is it addressed?'
"That letter, your honor, arrived at the
-Kistoffice in Wilmington, on the morning
f the twenty-fourth of September. The
envelope bears, the address 'Uacnua Cra
ven, Wilmington, N. C." On the left
hand corner appears the word. 'Person
al.' "
"I I never saw it! I know nothing
about it!" gasped Herman. "There is s
foul plot here!"
"Proceed, Mr. Sellars," said the judge
"I had for some time suspected tbsl
Banker DeRosette was murdered by on
C. A. Stephens, and that Herman Craver
was an accomplice. I had requested Post
master Grady to hold any mail that might
arrive addressed to Herman Craven,
marked 'Personal, or out of the ordinary
line that the bank usually received, foi
my inspection.
"On the night of the twenty-third I re
turned from a trip South. I had visited
New Orleans, and bad ascertained the
fact that Herman Craven had lied to hit
uncle when he bad stated that his fathei
fell a victim to yellow fever two years pre
vious to his (Herman's) arrival in Wil
mington. The yellow fever had claimed
oo such victim in New Orleans as Ste
phen Craven.
"I at once came to the conclusion that
Stephen Craven and C. A. Stephens were
one and the same man, and before I left
New Orleans I had formed the opinion
that Stephen Abbott was the same indi
vidual. "On the morning of the twenty-fourth
Mr. Grady handed me this letter. Aftei
reading it I fixed np a dummy express
package in his private office snd consigned
t by express to Stephen Abbott, taking
bore the package. I was accompanied by
Adam, the colored coachman of the late
banker, who on the night of the seven
teenth of August had seen C. A. Stepheni
ind Herman Craven conversing together.
In fact, who had driven them twice past
.he banker's residence in the DeRosette
.-arriage on that evening."
"I I never saw that man before! There
is a conspiracy here to blast my charac
ter!" cried Herman.
"Proceed, Mr. Sellars," said the judge.
"Arrived in Baltimore, I took np my sta
tion in the express office with Adam near
me, and at 11 a. m. on the twenty-sixth,
whea fais man entered the express office,
called for and obtained the package, I ap
prehended him. He fought desperately
for hia life, as you can see from this rent
in my coat sleeve, caused by a thrust of
his dirk, but I easily disarmed him, and
he stands before you. On his person I
found these letters. They were purloined
from a package taken from a trunk in the
lttic of the late banker's residence, where
the assassin had secreted himself, and
where he remained for two daya and
sights after the murder.
"I had no trouble in obtaining a requi
sition from Gov. Elliott of Maryland tc
;onvey my prisoner from the State. We
arrived here at 9:15 this morning. I found
the bag of coin beneath the brick hearth
before the fireplace in Miss DeRosette'
room at her residence. Adam, of course,
recognized this man as C. A. Stephens, the
man he had driven out in company with
Herman Craven, and although testimony
of his would not be admissible, it will not
be needed. I think I have stated enough
to convince the court that Robert Camp
bell is an innocent man, and that the mnr
ierer of Alvin DeRosette stands beside
me."
"Marvelous!" ejaculated the judge.
"I will say further," said the detective,
"that even the sea has given up it's dead!
to show a motive on the part of Herman
Craven for the foul crime, in which he
was an accessory. Indeed, without his
aid it could not have been committed.
"I encountered on the steamer, coming
down the Chesapeake bay, one long since
mourned as dead a man who, though one
jf the survivors of the ill-fated Gossmare,
has for months lain with a disordeted
brain in an asylum near Liverpool, Eng
land. As soon as he was sane and in a
condition to travel he left England for
America. He is yet frail and feeble, but
your honor will have no difficulty in rec
ognizing in the gentleman standing here,"
and the detective moved slightly to one
side "John D. Loyd, the surviving wir
ness of Alvin De Rosette's will."
CHAPTER XXI.
"John D. Lloyd!"
The words fell from the lips of not only
the judge on the bench, but from those ol
every lawyer within the bar.
"John D. Lloyd T' echoed the voices oJ
many in the court room.
"Mr. Sheriff," said the judge,' "place s
chair beside me and assist my old frienc
Lloyd to a position here, if tie Lord ha
mercifully spared his life."
Sheriff Cobb looked very gloomy, bu
he obeyed the order of the court witi
alacrity.
"Yes, judge and friends," said Mr
Lloyd, as the sheriff, after shaking handi
with him, assisted him to the judicial
bench, "the sea has given up Its dead the
asylum its mental wreck. John D. Lloyd
is with you once again. Nor has he yet
greeted his own family. He ia in the
hands of the great detective."
"I can well believe you, old friend,"
said the judge aa he grasped his wasted
hand. "But if you have not visited your
family, we must not long delay you."
"Mr. Sellars haa made me acquainted
with the contents of the will, said to bt
the banker's last and final one," aaid Mr,
Lloyd. "If such la the case, and my name
and that of my loat friend ElUoQ appeal
as witnesses to the same, there has bees
a forgery committed."
A groan burst from the breast of Her
man Craven,. He sat the picture of ab
ject terror a living, breathing wretch.
Miss DeRosette sat with pale face,
dinging to the arms of her companions.
"Your names signed to the will consti
tute the forgery?" asked the judge.
"No, your honor, the signatures, I pre
sume, are valid; but in the body of the
will Herman Craven was left bnt th
sum of five thousand dollars, I am told
that th will now shows that fifty-five
thousand dollars was the banker's be
quest to his nephew. There was no ad
ministrator named in the wiiL A space
waa left vacant with the understanding
that if I returned aafely from my trip to
Europe my name was to be filled in. At
Mr. DeRosette's solicitation I hsd con
sented to act, should I survive him.
Neither wsspthere a guardian named;
bnt the understanding there was th
same. He desired' me to constitute thai
guardian and my name would have ap
peared there but for my trip abroad."
"Miserable wretch, what have you te
say?" asked the judge, turning his gasc
on the features of Stephen Craven.
"What can I say. judge?" was the
sneering reply. "Except that Sellars hat
got me dead to rights. I knifed the bank
er, and my delectable son there the
Craven coward forged the will. That ii
all there is about it. A Craven need
not die a coward! Die game! Be a game
sport to the last; thafs my motto, and
it's all I have to say."
. "Are there any here who recognize this
man as Stephen Craven, the man who
married Alvin DeRosette's sister T' asked
the judge.
"I do, your honor," said Attorney
Dobbs. "I never saw him but once. The
marriage was sn elopement. Miss DeRo
sette was a school girl, and this villain
eloped with her from Hillsborough, where
she was attending school. At Alvin De
Rosette's request I visited Richmond. U
which place Stephen Craven at first con
veyed his bride, and there begged his wife
to abandon him and return to her brothei
with me. She would not do so, how
ever, and Stephen Craven, entering the
house and surmising my object, ordered
me out. I cannot be mistaken In the
man."
"No, yon areTigbt, old duffer!" cried
Stephen, with another sneer.
"This man ia a monster!" exclaimed the
judge, shuddering.
"No. no! You are wrong, judge, wrong.
I am nothing if not a dead game sport!
Life is a farce a field in which we each
play our part, then make our exit to be
seen no more. There is no hereafter.
This is the end of life; that is all, and I
will die as I have lived a dead game
iport! Yes, without a fear for the pres
ent or the future; but look at that livid,
woe-begone picture! That is my son.
Ain't be a beaut? He denies his own
rather, now that a day of peril is at hand.
He put up this job. He forged the bank
er's will and was too cowardly to remove
his uncle from his path. I willingly aid
ed him. Look at him! The bell-ringet
if Wilmington. His band from the stair
way pulled the wire that drew Robert
Campbell to the door, leaving the coast
clear for me. I thrust the blade of the
sheath knife home, secured the bag ol
coin and ran upstairs and secreted myself.
During the commotion below I secreted
hour ago. Herman bad provided me with
a key to the attic, and I remained there
three days and nights. When I took my
departure I left the coin behind, beneath
the hearth in Miss DeRosette's room.
You have everything dead to rights now.
What are you waiting for? Why -don't
you get a move on yourself? Let Camp
bell get out of that box and put my
tneaking son and myself in it! Do some
thing!" "This man must be an incarnate fiend!"
exclaimed the judge.
"I'm a beaut, I am.1" ejaculated the as
tassin. "But I'm not a coward!"
"Gentlemen of the jury," said the
judge, turning to the twelve men in the
jury box, "the court instructs you to ren
ter a verdict of 'not guilty' in the case of
the State against Robert Campbell, and
oo one can more regret than does the
court the unfortunate position in which
an innocent man has been placed, but
through the efforts of Mr. Sellars an hon
orable name has been vindicated and the
murderer of our old friend and hia ac
complice are before you."
"What say you, gentlemen of the Jury
guilty or not guilty?" asked the clerk.
"Not guilty!" responded the foreman, in
a loud voice.
A c-heer went up that resounded
through the building.
"Order! Order in courtP cried the
fheriff.
"Robert Campbell, you are discharged
'mxu costodr." said the iudc.
-ine young man arose to nis feet, and
with a happy smile on his countenance
passed within the bar, where bis first act
s-as to grasp the hand of the great detec
ive. "My preserver!" he cried. "May
3od bless you, Lang Sellars!"
"And he will," were the words that fell
'rom the lips of the Widow Campbell.
Ha'tie DeRosette had arisen to her
.'eet as Robert approached. Her face
iras marble-like in its whiteness, and she
lad sat throughout the proceedings as
me in a trance.
The effort had been too much for her,
uid with the word "Robert!" she fell for
ward, to be clasped in the arms of the
nan she loved.
Another cheer went up from the lips of
'he vast throng in the court room.
"Order in court!" cried the sheriff.
"Conduct your prisoners to the box, Mr.
Sellars," said the judge, "that they may
je arraigned for a trial that will speedily
follow. I judge its duration will not be
ong."
"First." jaid Sillare, "I will shackle
.his scneming viiin:u," and" with a pair
f steel bracelets in one hand he reach
id towards Herman Craven.
A shriek burst from the white lips of
he bank president, and the loud report
f a revolver followed it.
Herman had held the weapon concealed
in hia hand, and it had been instantly di
rected at the detective, but aa unexpect
ed aa it had been, Sellars had reached the
trm of the assassin in time to divert the
messenger of death from himself, and it
found lodgment in the bosom of Stephen
Craven, who for a moment stood motion
ess, then tottered and fell forward to the
loot.
Sellars had secured Herman's weapon,
ind ere the father had been raised to a
:hair had him securely shackled.
The ladies present screamed in terror,
ind the court room was in commotion.
"Order in court!" cried the sheriff, who
was bending over the form of Stephen
Craven.
The detective literally carried the man
acled form of Herman to the prisoner's
box, where he placed him, shrieking, on a
teat.
"I'm done for!" presently gasped his
father. "Murdered by my own son! The
rur! It was your life he aimed at Sellars.
Well, better so. There will be but one
rictim at the hanging bee. I I might
Itave escaped and carried him with me,
toward though he be. Better so! Better
o! It was a fatal shot, boy. I I have
aothinr to resret no favnra rn a air. n
ao, nothings I die aa I lived a a dead
fame sport!" And with bis head on the
sheriffa arm, the soul of Stephen Cra
ven passed before its maker.
."Court is adjourned for the day," an
nounced the judge, and a half hour later
the court room was untenanted.
The body of Stephen Craven had been
conveyed to the morgue.
Herman Craven, the president of 'The
Cape Fear Bank." occupied a felon's cell
in the county jail.
John D. Lloyd had been accompanied
by Judge Fowler to his residence, wSere
there was joy over the return of one who
had long been mourned as dead.
Sellara was captured by the mother and
slater of Robert Campbell, and accom
panied them home.' Leaning on Robert's
arm with the same party waa also the
young heiress, whose form still trembled
with emotion.
"I alwaya distrusted Herman Craven,"
said HattJe. when the party were seated
in the Campbell home, and Aunt Caro
line had placed before them an urn of
tea, of which the good soul thought the
ladies stood sadly in need, "but I little
i reamed of the villainy in hia nature. In
receiving him into our home my dear fath
er received "
TA viper!" exclaimed Sellars. "But un
der the tutelage of Stephen Craven be
could not have been less."
"Oh, dear Robert, how you must have
suffered," said Hattie.
"I waa never alarmed aa to the out
come, my love, from the time that our no
bit friend Sellars assured mo that I
should not stand upon the gallows trsp."
You could pay me no higher compli
ment than that conveyed by those words,"
said the detective, grasping the young
man's hand.
At this time Arthur Dobbs and his
father joined the party. "All honor to the
man who has vindicated a noble name;
unraveled a double mystery, and brought
to justice a father and son, who for cold
blooded villainy have never been equaled
in America!" exclaimed the senior man.
as he approached Sellars.
There was one quality a man could
respect ia the father, notwithstanding his
villainy," said Sellars. "Bravery. He
was not a coward! In the character of
Herman there 1s not one redeeming
trait!"
"Not one!" exclaimed the banker's
daughter. "If he had never entered our
home, dear father would not be in his
grave to-ifay."
Before the residence of Sellars two ne
groes were seated on the grass, and they
were happy Africans, to judge by ap
pearances. "I spec' you feel mighty proud now.
TXdum, an' to-night you jes' 'bout make
ilal gal Cindy tink yous de debbel his
telf." "G'long. Calban! How I gwine win
dat gal, if she tink I's de debbel? I Is
suah 'miff gwine blow my born mighty
hard. I's gwine tell her 'bout my tr p
up to Baltimore, on de 'ralroad wid Mtrs
Lang, an' how I says in dat spress office
Hat's de man. Mars Lang."
"G'long, nigger! You didn't do noth-io'.-'
"What you do? Now tell me dat!" "
"Adam, you's a fool! Didden I keep
deae yere two eyes on Herman Craven
night and day? Yes. even when be was
in he bed.- Whar is he now?"
"Dat's so. Calban. You's had more
sperience dan I is.'
yo misses will buy dat gal Cindy for you
now, an' you ken mek her yo' lawfully
wife."
"Golly. Calban! Does you reckon so?"
-Suah I does."
"Well. I gwine hint 'roun' "bout it
mightily, directly she get ober dis flua
t rati on. I spec da hang Mars Herman
now."
"Fer suah da hang him!"
"Da earn hang he daudy!"
"G'long home an' tell Hannah and Mil
lie. I seed Unc Duke at de court house.
You's a foot:. What da gwine hang a
dead man fer?"
With what be intended as a withering
look, Calban left his sable companion and
entered the house.
At 2:45 p. m. on the ninth day of No
vember, a terrible scene was enacted
wiibin the county jail at Wilmington.
Twenty persons the number allowed by
'aw were gathered before a grewsome
structure that occupied a position at the
east end of the room of execution. The
grewsome object was the gallows, and
when Sheriff Cobb approached from an
iron door that separated the room from
the lower tier of cells, followed by Jailer
Filyaw and an assistant, who between
them were fairly dragging along a white
robed, shrieking figure, a pallor over
spread the faces of those assembled.
Two clergymen followed the main ac
tors in this fearful drama.
The scaffold was reached. The frantic,
shrouded form was bodily raised and car
ried upon the platform. More, he was
placed in a standing posture on the very
center of the trap.
"If you have words to speak, apeak
them now," said Sheriff Cobb.
"Mercy! Mercy!" screamed the ab
ject, horror-stricken wretch. "You all
know I did not strike the blow!"
The condemned man's hands were
shackled together behind him with a
leather strap while be was speaking, and
his lower limbs were securely bound to
gether with another.
One of the clergymen stepped to the
side of the trap and uttered a short, fer
vent prayer, closing the same with the
words: "May God have mercy on your
soul!"
A wild wail broke from the lips of Her
man Craven as a knotted noose was pass
ed over his head. Another! Still anoth
er. But the last, half muffled, came from
beneath the black cap that now concealed
his livid features.
Jailer Filyaw waa supporting the crim
inal on one side, his assistant i the
other.
The clergymen bad stepped back from
the prisoner's side and the sheriff had dis
appeared within a small enclosure to the
left of the trap, and through which pas
ed die rope that held the trap in -place.
"Mercy! My God, mercy! I will not
die! I "
The clock a the market tower sounded
die filst stroke of the hour of three.
The blow of an ax resounded from the
box that concealed the sheriff.
The trap fell. The shrouded figure fol
lowed It, leaving the jailer and. his assist
ant with their arms extended over a va
cant space.
The taut rope creaked. The body apun
round and round. A movement or two
of the limbs, and then a pendant figure,
hanging lifeless.
The murder of Alvin DeRosette had
been avenged.
John D. Lloyd was appointed by the
court aa administrator of the late bank
er's estate and guardian of his daughter;
but the term of bis guardianship was
short, for on the twentieth of the follow
ing June the fair heiress became the bride
at Robert Campbell, and the same day
saw sweet Jennie Campbell the wife of
Arthur Dobbs, the young attorney.
The two weddings occurred at midday
m the DeRosette residence, and a large
number of friends were there d resent
but the one whose good wishes to botl
brides and grooms brought the most fer
rnxt P1ar- it ia safe to say, waa a
certain detective, and tears filled the eyes
of the two happy brides when they bade
him good-by to start on their wedding
trip.
"May your trip through life be aa hap
py aa the on before you promises to be
aid Sellars, "and may there be no thorn:
by the roadside."
"That all here are happy to-night." said
Attorney Dobbs, "is owing to the vigi
lance of one man, and that man Lang
Sellars, the great Southern detective, who
fulfilled hia pledge. Robert Campbell did
not stand on the gallowa trap."
Sellara passed a hand before his eyes
to hide the tears that bad gathered as he
turned away. And he thought what
might have been had he not traced down
the man with three names.
(The end.)
THE FLOOD OF PATENTS
Article of FverrDiy Uaa the Sabject
of Thoaaanda of I a vest ions.
"It ia becoming harder every year foi
a man to get out a successful Inven
tion," remarked a patent attorney.
"The other day I was in Washington
and my work required me to search the
old patent list The thing that attracted
my attention waa the great number of
patents taken out on common, every
day articles. Why, they are so covered
with patents that It seems absolutely
impossible for an Inventor to make any
Improvement upon them without in
fringing upon somebody else.
"For Instance, take knives, forks and
spoons. How many patents do you
suppose are taken out on these three
articles of every-day necessity? A
dozen or two? Why, bless you, they are
protected by 2,103 patents. Then take
bronis and scrubbing brushes. You
wouldn't think that any number of
geniuses could Invent more than a hun
dred Improvements upon such things.
Well, there are patents for tbem to the
Dumber of 3,184. It seems ridiculous,
doesn't It? It did to me, and for a time
I thought I would go home and advise
everyone of my clients to give up the
inventing business.
"I bad the curiosity to go a little
deeper into the subject and I made a
record of the number of patents taken
out on other small things. Games and
toys are protected by 4,453 different
patents. But, of course, that can be
overlooked, for games and toys are as
varied and uncertain as our winter
weatber. The laundry business la
hedged In pretty well with patents, for
there are 7,633 taken out on various
laundry articles. Burglars ought nev
er to be able to get through our locks
and latches, for they are protected by
5,970 patents; but then this Is partly
offset by 4,299 patents for saws and
sawing apparatus which burglars
might use for destroying locks. Alto
gether, bowevey he farmer seems to
be the man fo. . m the Inventors
have labo-td' most. There are 50,000
patent recorded which in one way or
another tend to benefit the farmer. It
must be that this ia a pretty fertile and
proi . ela
be would not devote so much ti ;
abor to It
"Manufacturing Interests of all kind
are pretty well loaded down with pat
ents. In the furniture trade alone there
are 4,854 patents to protect the busi
ness outside of those which pertain to
chairs. These latter necessary articles
for the home are covered with over 500
patents. When you take up a piece of
paper to write a letter you probably do
not realize that the manufacture of
stationery Is handicapped, or protect
ed, whichever way you please to put It,
by 4,532 patents. That fact ought to
make one careful bow he attempts to
invent a new style of envelope, blotter
or writing paper. He would have to be
a remarkable genlua to get around all
of these and establish a clean bill of
health for his invention.
"When I look at one of the tall build
ings in the city In the course of con
struction I stop now and view it with
more interest than I ever did before.
That builder has bad a host of invent
ors laboring to make his work easier.
His cranes and derricks are protected
by 500 patents, the roof he may put on
has G05 patents and the elevators he
may put in the building have 1,639 pat
ents. Then the stone workers who
carve the front for him use tools which
are covered by 2,188 patents. I suppose
if the builder bad to stop and think f
all this he would not be able to finish
his work. But a patent attorney must
know It" New York Sun.
A Hero at Home.
Not all the heroes were at Santiago.
One of tbem came forward recently in
Topeka, when the Santa Fe Railroad
found it necessary to reduce the force
employed In the freight department
Among those who were to be dis
charged was a man with a wife and
half a dozen children, and his salary
was the family'a only income. Lines
appeared in his face aa the expiration
of his term of service drew near, and
his eyes told a story of suffering aat!
iespair.
Dean Waters, a fellow employe, saw
all this. It made him sick at heart, and
his folks saw that something was the
matter, but he kept his thoughts to
himself. For a week he watched the
other workman suffer In silence, and
at night he could not sleep for thinking
of the hardships In store for this man's
wife and little ones. Then he made a
resolve. Going to the head of the de
oartment he said:
"If I resign my position, will you
keep Mr. Blank?"
"Yes," replied the head of the depart
ment "Accept my resignation," said Wa
ters, and he left the room without an
other word. Topeka Capital.
Lack.
"After all, it's an ill wind that blows
nobody good."
"What's happened now?"
"The druggist had such a cold when
I went iu to get some grip medicine this
morning that he couldn't talk; so I es
caped a long argument about some
thing he bad put up himself that waa
better than tbe stuff I wanted."
Oyster and clam shells are used
In great quantities in New York by
the gas workers as a purifier.
Electric mats are in use to detect
burglars. Thev are so thin aa to be
imperceptible when "placed under a
carpet and when stepped upon thev
1 set alarm bells ringing in various parts
of the house.
SERMON
BY
Rev. Dr. Calmagc
Sabject: The World aa It Will B Im
provement In Human Condition Aftei
the Earth Has Keen Mevolntloniier
Tor Good Th Cominc Ceutnry.
CopyrlRht. Louis Klopach. 189.
Washington, D. C By a novel mode Dr.
Talmage la this dlseonrss shows how the
world will look after It has been revolu
tionised for good; text, II Peter 111., 13
"A new earth, wherein dweiletb righteous
less." Down in the struggle to make the worlo
better and happier we sometimes get de
pressed with the obstacles to be overoome
and the work to be accomplished. Will it
not be a tonic an I an Inspiration to look
at the world as It wlli b when It has been
brought back to paradisaical condition?
So let as for a few moments transport our
selves Into tbe luture and put ourselvns
forward in the centuries and see the world
In Its rescued and perfected state, as we
will see It If In those times we or permit
ted to revisit this planet, as I am sure we
will. We all wltflt to see the world after it
has been thoroughly gospel Ized and all
wrong have been righted. Wa will want
to come back, and we will come back to
look upon the refulgent consummation to
ward which we have been on larger or
smaller scale toiling. Having beard the
opening of t lie orchestra on whose strings
some discords traveled, we will 'want to
bear the last triumphant bar of the per
fected oratorio. Having seen the picture
as tbe painter drew Its first outlines noon
canvas, we will want to see it when It is as
complete as Itenbens' "Descent From tbe
Cross" or Hlobael Angelo's "Ltf Judg
ment." Having seen the world ui"Ttiie
gleam ot tbe star of Bethlehaoi, ne will
want to see It wnen, under tbe full shining
ot the sun of righteousness, the towers
lhall strike 12 at noon.
There will be nothing lu that coining can
rary of the world's perfection to hinder
our terrestrial visit. Our power and velo
city of locomotion will have been Improved
innniieiy. it will not take us long locouia
here, however (ar off in God's universe
heaven may be. The Bible deolares that
such visitation ia going on now. "Are they
not ail ministering spirits sent forth to
minister to those who shall be heirs of sal
vation?" Surely the gates of heaven will
not be bolted after the world ia Edenlzed
io as to hinder the redeemed from descend
ing for a tour of inspection and congratu
lation and triumph.
Yon know with what Interest we look
apon ruins ralua ot Ken 1 1 wort U cnstle,
ruins of Melrose abbey, ruins of Horn,
rains ot Pvmpeil. Bo this world in ruins is
an enchantment to look at, but we want to
see it wben rebuilt, replllared, retowored,
realtered, rededicated. Tbe exact date ot
the world's moral restoration I cannot
foretell. It may be that through mighty
awakenings it will take plaee in the middle
of tbe nearby twentieth eentury. It may
be at tbe opening ot tbe tweuty-flrst cen
tury, bat It would not be surprising if it
took more than 160 years to correct tbe
Stages of sin which have raged for 6000
years. Tbe chief missionary and evangel
istic enterprises were started in tbis een
tury, and be not dismayed if it takes u
couple of centuries to overcome evils that
baftta had full swing for silt-- Tnturies. I
take no responsibility In saying on what
page of the earthly calendar it will roll in,
but God's eternal veracity is sworn to it
that It will roll In, and as the redeemed in
heaven do as they please and have all the
facilities of transit from world to world,
you and I, my hearer or reader, will come
and look at what my text calls "A new
earth wherein dwelle" " liteousness."
.J-'nagtna that w -tending at that
r..t-itf will be no --ou' a de-
.-cent. Oreat heights , --. iiepths have no
ilarm for glorified spirits: We" can come
iown through chasms between worlds
without growing dizzy and aoross the
ipacea of half the universe without losing
ur way. Down and farther down we come.
Is wa approach tbis world we breathe tbe
perfume ot Illimitable gardens. Floraliza
:ion that In centuries past was here and
there walled In lest reckless and dishonest
Sands pluck or despoil it surges its billows
at color across the fields and up the hill
sides, and that wbicb was desert blossoms
as tbe rose. All tbe foreheads of crag
srowned with flowers, the feet of the moun
tains slippered with flowers! Ob, this per
fume ot the contlnents.this aroma of hemi
spheres! As we approach nearer and nearer
we hear songs and laughter and hosannas,
but not onegioan ot distress, not one sot
t bereavement, not one clank of chain.
Alighted on tbe redeemed earth, we are
Irst accosted by the Spirit ot tbe twenty.
Irst eentury, who proposes to guide and
ibow us all that we desire to see. Without
Hia guidance we would lose our wav. fori
the world is so much cbunged from the1
time when we lived In it. Ft rat of all. He
Eoints out to us a group of abandoned:
nildtngs. We ask this Spirit of the twen
ty-lint century, "want are tuose 6 true
j
d
tures wbese walls are falling down an
whose gates are rusted on the hinges?
Uur escort tells us: "Those were once
penitentiaries filled with offenders, but the
jrlme of tbe world has died out. Theft
snd arson and fraud and violence have
quitted the earth. People have all they
want, and a by should they appropriate
the property ot others even If they bad tbe
desire? The marauders, the assassins, the
buccaneers, the Herods, the Nana Sahibs,
the ruffians, the bandits, are dead or,
transformed by tbe power of the Christian
religion, are now upright and benefloent
and useful.
After passing on amid columns and
itataes erected in memory of those who
have been mighty for goodness In tbe
world's history, the highest and the most
exquisitely sculptured those in honor of
tuob as have been most effectual in saving
life or Improving life rather than those re
nowned for destroying life, we come upon
another group of buildings tbat must have
henn trAnnformAil from their orifrfnitl sluttm
and adapted to other uses. "Wbat Is all '
this?" we ask our escort. He answers:
"Those were almshouses and hospitals,
but accuracy In making aud prudence in
running machinery of all sorti bave almost
abolished the list of casualties, and sobriety
and Industry bave nearly abolished pau
perism, so tbat those buildings which once
were hospitals and almshouses bave been
turned into beautiful homes for the less
prospered, and It you will look in you will
see the poorest table has abundance, and
the smallest wardrobe- luxury, and the
harp, waiting to have its strings thrummed,
leaning against the piano, waiting tor its
keys to be lingered.
"Hospitals and almshouses must have
been a necessity once, but they would ke
useless now. And you see all tbe swamp;
bave been drained, tbe sewerage of the
great towns lias been perfected, and tbe
world's climate is so Improved tbat there
are no pnenmonins to oomeont of tbe cold,
or rheumatisms out of tbe dampness, or
fevers out of tbeheat. Consumptions ban
ished, pneumonias banished, diphtheria
banished, ophthalmia banished, neuralgias
banished. As near as I can tell from what
I have read, our atmosphere of tbis cent
ury Is a mingling ot tbe two months of
Hay and October of the nineteenth cent
ury." But I say to our escort: "Did all this
merely happen so? Are all tbe good hero
spontaneously good? How did you get tbe
old shipwrecked world afloat again, out ol
the breakers into tbe smooth seas?" "No,
no!" responds oar twenty-first oentury es
cort. "Do you see those towers? Tnose
are the towers of churches, towers of re
formatory institutions, towers of Christian
schools. Walk with me, and let us enter
some of these temples." We enter, and I
find that the muslo la in the major key and
none of it in the minor. "Gloria In Ex
eelsls" rising above "Gloria In Excelsls."
Tremolo stop In the organ not so much used
as the trumpet stop. More ol Ariel than of
Saoml. More chants than dirges. Not a
bin song, tbe words of which no one an-
. ik.! r.I. .1.. Ti. ij j I
lerstands on tne up Ol a soloist, but mtgnty
. .u..T.TJ aWT-VX ..,. I
1ZhIZ LZZ hi m- ? ?th-l
ia though Handel bad come out of tha
slghteenth eentury Into the twenty-flrst
ind bad his foot on the organ pedal, and
rbomas Hastings had eomeout of theearly I
part of the nineteenth century Into the
f wan ty,flrst and were leading. ths vohws. '
kIusldlEal moves' nis nrra ana mages
aeaven listen!
But I say to our twenty-first century es
lort: "I cannot understand tbis. Have
:hese worshipers no sorrows, or have they
forgotten their sorrows?" Our escort re
iponds: "Borrows! Why, they had sorrows
xiore than you could count, but by a dl
rine Illumination tbat tbe eighteenth and
lioeteenth centuries never enjoyed they
inderstand tbe uses of sorrow and are com
forted with a supernatural condolence
mcb as previous centuries never experi
inced." I ask again of the Interpreter, "Hn
leath been banished from the world?"
The answer is, "No, but people die now
jnly when the physical machinery ia worn
nt, and they realize it Is time to go and
:hat they are certainly and without doubt
rolng into a world where they will be in
Initely better off and are to live In a man
lion tbat awaits tbeir immediate oc
lupancy." But bow was all tbis effected?"
ask our escort. Answer: "By flood of
rospel power. You who lived in the nine
:eenth century never saw a revival of rell-
lion to be compared with wbat occurred
n ine latter pan oi jne twentieia awl tne
sarly part of tbe twenty-first century,
fhe propaeoy has been fulfilled that -'a
nation shall be born in a day' tbat is, ten
r twenty or forty million people converted
n iwenty-iour nours. lu our otiurcb nis-
ory we read of tbe great awakening of
1857, wben five hundred thousand souls
vere saved. But that was only a drop of
be coming showers tbat since then took
nto tbe kingdom of God everything be-
ween tne Atiantio and tne 1'acinc, be
ween tbe Pyrenees and the Himalayas. "
rhe evils tbat good people were in tbe
lineteeuth century trying to destroy have
een overcome by celestial forces. Wbut
luman weaponry failed to accomplish baa
jeen done by omnipotent thunderbolts. '
As you and I see in this terrestrial vislt-
,tion of the coming centuries that the
iburoh has under God accomplished so
sucn, we ask our escort, the spirit of the
:wenty-flrst oentury. to Jbow us the diller-
tnt kinds of churches. So we are taken in
ind out of tbe churches of different denora-
nations, and wa find tbat they are iust as
llfferent In tbe twenty-flret century as they
vere aiuerent in tne nineieenin wnen we
vorsbiped in them. There is unity in them
is to the great essentials of salvation. But
e enter tbe Baptist Church, and it is bap
ismal day, and we see the candidates for
nembersbip.immersed. And we ito into a
Presbyterian Church and see a group of
arents around tbe baptismal tont holding
Ip their cbildron for tbe christening. And
ve enter tne episcopal t;iinrcu and hear
be solemn roll of her litureies. and her
ninisters are gowned and Kurpllced. And
re enter the Lutheran Church, and we
tear In the sermon preached the doctrines
II tne greatest ot uerman reformers. And
re go Into the Methodist Church just in
lme to stt down at a love feast and give
audible "Amen" wben the service stirs u.
it least fifty kinds of churches In the
wenty-flrst oentury, as there were 150 dif
erent kinds of churches in the nineteenth
entury.
"O spirit of the twenty-flrst century, will
ou not show us something of tbe commer
cial life of your time?" He answers, 'To
uorrow I will show you all." And on the
norrow be takes us through the great
narts of trade and shows us the bargain
oakers and tbe shelves on which the goods
ay and the tierces and hogsheads In which
hey are contained. I notice tbat the
abrics are of better quality than anything
ever saw In our nineteenth century, for
be factories are more skillful, and tbe
rbeels that turn and tbe looms tbat clack
jid tbe engines that rumble are driven by
orce that were not a century ago discov
red. Tbe prices of tbe fabrics indicate a rea
onable profit, and tbe firm In tbe count
ng room and the clerks at tbe counter
tnd the draymen at the doorway and tbe
rrand boy on his rounds and the mes
nger who brings the mail and thi men
rho open the store in thu morning ns
ll .!. v - nlnht !
reaf So swallowint.
louses of merchandise by great uoues,'
io ''ulnous underselling until those In
h same line are bankrupt and then
be prices lifted, no unnecssary asslgn
neut to defraud creditors, no over
Irawing of accounts, no absconding, no
harp practice, no snap judgments, but
he manufacturer right in Lis uuu.ings
rlth tbe wholesaler, and the wholesaler
vlth the retailer, and the retailer with
he customer. No purchasing of goods that
rill nevtr be paid for. All right bebiud
he counter: all right before tbe counter.
Vo repetition of what Solomon describes
vben he writes, "It Is naught, it is naught,
lalth tbe buyer, hut when he Is gnuo his
ray then he bousteib." "O nrii uf te
wenty-flrst century, bow glad I am tbat
rou showed us these stores and factories
ind places of bargain aud salcl It was not
ilways so in the nineteenth century, when
ire were earthly residents. Many of those
nerohants who are good at cipbrin; nut
ther rules In arithmetic never could cipher
ut tbat sum la tbe rule of loss and gnln.
What sball it profit a man It be gain thu
ahole world and lost his soul?"
"But," I say to our escort, the Spirit ot
he twenty-first eentury. and vou and I
lay to each other, "we must go home now.
sack again to heaven. We bave staid long
inonirh nn thl f Arrn?rlMl viKitntlnn fn mam
:hat all tbe best things foretold In the
Scriptures and whlob we read during our
sartbly residence bave come to pass, and
til the Davidic, Solomonlo and Paulluiau
tnd Johannean prophecies bave been ful
Jlled, and tbat the earth, instead of ba
ng a ghastly failure, is the mlhtlot suo
;ess in tbe universe. A star redeemed. A
alanet rescued! A world saved! It started
with a garden, and it is going to close
with a garden. Wbat a happiness tbat we
;ould bave seen this old world after It was
righted and before it burned, for its in
ternal fires bave nearly burned out to the
srust, according to tbe geologist, mak
ing it easy for tbe theologian to be
lieve In tbe conflagration tbat tbe
Bible predicts. One element taken
from the water and that will burn,
and another element taken Irotn tbe air
and that will burn, and surrounding plan
ets will watch this old ship of a world on
Are and wonder if all Its passengers got
safely off. Before that planetary catas
trophe, ble us back to beuven. Farewell,
spirit of tbe twenty-first centuryl Thanks
for your guidance! We can stay no longer
away from doxologies that never end, in
temples never closed, in a day that has no
sundown. We must report to tbe Immor
tals around tbe throne the transforma
tions we bave seen, tbe victories of truth
on land and sea, the hemispheres irradi
ated, and Christ on the throne of earth, at
He Is on the tbrone of heaven."
And now you and I bave left our escor.
xa we ascend, for tbe law of gravitation boe
no power to detain ascending spirits. Up
through Immensities and by stellar and
lunar and solar splendors, wbicb cannot be
described by mortal tongue, we rise higher
and higher, till we reach the shining gate
as it opens for our return, and the ques
tions greet us from ail sides- "Wbat Is the
news? Wbat did you And In that earthly
tower? What have you to report in this
otty of the sun?" Prophetic, apostolic,
aintly Inquiry. And, standing on tbe steps
of tha house of many mansions, we cry
aloud the news: "Hear it, all ye glorified
Christian workers of all tbe past centuries!
We found your work whs successful,
whether on earth you toiled with knitting
needle, or rung a trowel on a risiag wall,
or smote a shoe last, or endowed a univer
sity, or swayed a scepter; whether on earth
you gave a cup ot cold water in the name
of a disciple, or at some Pentecost preached
3000 souls into the kingdom.
Liquid air haa twentv times the
explosive force of dynamite. During
some recent artillery exDeriments iu
Vienna with liquid air as an explosive,
no heat was developed in the guns and
the range of projectiles was much in
creased. Some Chicago beggars chew soap,
and it serves to form froth on the lips
when, in simulating fits, they fall on
the sidewalk. On of these jokers
dropped before a State street cafe, and
a sympathetic bystander shouted to a
sPectaor: "Quick! some water!" The
man ln tne flt recovered from his
SDasma ionB. enUIrh to aav "Wafer i.
f 5, ? say: Water
PizeV? "JfJ ,Fo,r God 8 B.ake- ive m
brandy! That a,way reheves me!
By planting orchard trees with low
heads the danger from sun scald is
largely prevented.
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