BY.:ki,AIiy . LEY '::I4.CRV,S:-E-R-.
CONTENTMENT.
BY OLPvER WifaiDßLL HCiLMES.'
Little I ask ; my wants are few ;
[only wish a hut ot'stone h
.
(A reryplain brown stone will do)
That I may call my-own ;
And close at hand is such worm.
In yonder street that fronts the sun.
Plain food is quite enough for me ;-
Three courses are as good its ten ;L-
I! nature can submit on three,
Thank Heaven, for three: amen I
j always' thought cold victuals nice -
My eh* e would be vanllla-ice.
I care not ninch for 'gold orland ;
Give me a mortgage here and there,—.
Some good bankstobk—some note of hand
Or trifling railroad share,—
I only ask that Fortune send ' •
A little, more than 1 Can spend. g
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Honors are still toys, I knoly;
And titles are but 'empty names ;
I would, perhaps, be Pienido,—
But only near St. James.;
I'm very sure I should not care
To fill our Gubernator's chair. '
Jewels Are bawbles ; 'its a sin ' •
To care for such ungrateruf things ;--
One good-sized diamond;in a
bone, ot so large, itt ringsy
A ruby, and a pearl or so, I
Will do'for me ;—I laugh at show.
My danie should dress in cheap attire ;
((ood heavy silks are very dear ;)
I own perhaps I might desire
-Some shawls ot true fas3imere,-- 7
Some marrowy crapes of China silk,
Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.
I would not have the horse I drive.
So fast that folks mild stop and stare ;
An easy - gait,—two, forty- - five,—
Suits zne; do not elite
Perhaps, for just a single Spur
Some seconds less would dolt° b
...
Of pictures, :I should like to own' . % , •
Titians and Raphaels three or four,—
I
love so much their style and tone, 2 — ,
One Turner, and no more, ,
(A landscape,—ioregmnd golden , dirt,—
The sunshine painted .'with a squirt.). ,
Of books a few—some' fifty score
For daily use, and lyiundlor wear ;
The rest, upon an upper floor. -
Some little luxury there.
01 red moroco's gilled gleani,
And vellum rich as country cream.,
Busts, cameos, gems,—such things as. these
Which others often show. l for pride;
I value for their power to: please,
And selfish curls deride ;
One Stratharitts, I confew,
Two Iteershaumg, I would fain 'possess.
Wealth's wasteful tricks I would notlearn,
Nor ape the glittering upstart fool ;- 1 ,
Shall not carved , tablesserv&my . turn
But all must be of hitt ?
Give gasping pomp its donbloshare e —
I ask but one recumbent chair. •
Thps humble let me live and die,
Nor long tor Mida's golden touch.;
If Heaven more genp - ous gilts deny,
1 shall not mi them mucb,-- 7 -
Too grateful for thoblessingslent • .
Of simple tastes and mind content !. •
THE:LITTLE WIDOW.
if R. AGUSTUS Revlington , looked
through the .
.spiry clouds Of cigar
itooke that were floating through
the room—looked at .Tom Spencer with
nen a cool, contemptuotis, pitying glance
that,. that young . gentleman\ I actually
6aghed outright as he finished - speaking,
lad then immediately speaking,
"Ulm tuy word, Cuaty,;old boy , but
ptt are as good at a play, and:the , rairp
fon or it is I believe - you honestly mean
Etly blessed word - You say." -
"Of course. I mean every word ,I - say,
Why shouidn't L when my lire prac
'al illustration of the theorYl have
to—that.a man is a foot NI 'fel,' in
late?'
Spencer leaned niediutivelY back-
)`Let's , see,. GllB ;',haltr, old Ate y'skii-? ' 'l ' m thirty-five, yoninoi, and, I ca*'4lo47,-
kr -when I wag:a:little shaver: 1011-mere
gaits a young - man:l -`' flow .. Old" are -yon,
Gas?" '' . ' i t - -
lir. RevlinkOn robbed, veiy:promptly:
uOid enough to litiow human nature
Petty thoroughly: ',That ,is fifty.three.
44t May•day." ---_
,' at
him Spencer looked- admiringly
-hale hearty, ilisuillion,' : :-wit . ti,l his . ay,
I Dtursant heard, bushy ; hair', and wide- ,
'wake blue eyes4handioute : and
.to
sap a woman's, heart; yes, bapked too, by .
a tug fortine; '' ' , - ' `.
"Fifty three. You- never look it, Ons.
You're ) as youngas if' ani--and i 4 Rt„ :in
kneoilee, vet? ,The saint.. re . you
When yOtt - d6 tiike il ainidne a. , ',hit
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"Good. I'll wager a basket ,of chant
.pagne
she ' il come in the, form of a wid ,
ow too—one of those dimple-cheeked,
rosebud:mouthed little widows, whdse
eyes will ‘disCoVer your vulnerable spot
\by the species of magnetism they are sure
to possess.: , I declare_i'm quite excited
over it, -Gus. Let's drink to the health
6f th'e future ars. Revlington, likewise
the little'Rev--"
•
"Ship just:where VISU are;`-Spencer.`A
joke - s a joke, hot
Tom had tossed , off his Clicquot light
,
• •
"But when. it comes to ,a possible re
ality; it is another thing, eh ?”.
He laughed and lighted a second cigar.
"I f. please, ,sir is this' engaged ?"'
lit was the sweetest,,silverest voice. Mr.
Agustus Revlington had heard.in all his
life, y?ith all his experience .among _well'
bred women, .Who talked- in low gentle
tones;sweei as the' notes of a bell. It
was her voice, so wondrously enchanting,
that it made him look s quickly up from
his paper -to see a gracefully ,Itdy-like
girl—no,' hardly\ girl, for there was
maturity in face and form that was far
more chartning than the blushes and
consciousness of a girl.'
. A young lady, . draped in clinging,
stylishly•cut garments of sonie soft, black
fabric—cash mere Rev ingto n knew it wits
'or 'he was no mean connoisseur in wom
en's toik/a—with small, perfect hands,'
wearingMrk pearl kids; with a dainty,
little' hat trimmed in lavender and- jet,. a
elick .blackveil .thrpv)n. over her .head
and 'face—almost as if she, were anxious
to hide herself. •
;She halted inquiringly before his seat
iliashe spoke.
s" Engaged? No, Madam."
- Mr. Revlington bowed as he answered
her, and removed his handsome travel 7
ing.satchel to the floor. Then as she sat
dowp with a'prompi, musical - Thank you,
he caught himself wondering why he had
said "Madam:" - i`ghe surely, Cannot be
an marrit,d," he . • thought, remembering
ber isweet,voice ; "sure. enough she's
A fellow with half an eye' wotild•
'knew that—young,pretty,in light mourn
ing; that means not, inconsolable."
He turned to his paper again. and be
, .
gan to read the stock report, thinking
whata fragraneperfume this aristocratic
little lady.had brought With - her. Then
she suddenly, hue half deprecatingly,
spoke to bun - again.
I am sorry to trouble you, sir but ifyou
will be goodenough to place my shawl ana
package:in' tbe,rack ?" _
"I beg pardon for tny stupidity, mad
am,. Can Ibe of further service ?"
He asked it with a vague desire tohear
her speak, but (wishing that hori id veil
were off, so he (Could see the fair, face he
knew, must accompany such a figure,
voice and manner. •
; •"Only
,to tell me . when we come to
Mizell', Park."
"Edgehill Park.- Certainly—l stop
there myself." •
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Somehow that made th.m acquainted;
and Mr. R!,viiiigton laid doOn. his piper
and a moat deli hflul conversation en
sued between sweet, voiced woman
and Agustns R-vlington, - the hankie' ,
able.
•
•"I am going on a visit,_ you see, to
Edgehill Park, and seems so strange
to think I am an entire stranger to the
rainily,whosS, am to be. . They
were friends of my , husband."-
;., Mr. Roviington was triumphant atlhis
proof of his skill in reading facts.
"Then you are a widow ? I thought;
as much. . -.
She answered, very q uickly.
"For three years.. 'lsn't:it very warm ,
in here?" I
-A sudden th6ught occurred to Mr.
getlington f r,an inspiration, direct' from
heaven, surely.
"Not. very warm-- 7 . 7 but your .heaVy.,,vei) .
oppresses you
His heart;actually quickened its beats
the little kidded hands unfastened:
thesparktieg jet.pins that held the'.vii.
Was face as enchanticg as. , her inan:;
tier? 'And,then, of a sudden, there rush
ealover—bifn, like a flood, the remem
lirance of Torn-Snencer's laughing proph
ecy. pretty little Widow, with
magnetism in her building—and here was
the': Vidow' and the charming; well-hied
tones; at all events Was she dimpled
and:, rosy ?r:,, Ifshe Was—and Mr. Reyling.
_stalled and. sneered at the same minute,
then he was actually guilty of staring:at
thqsaiveetotit face he had ever seen in hitt
life-64 pure, pale, face, with scarlet lips
be experienced - a sadden_.. desire to` kiss l
with rougish eyes,"gray and: liquid, and
shadowed by thick, dark rashes and brOis
jUst the hue of he; wavy hair.'
.heart. certainly_ was demoralized
playing ~him traitor, or , something, for it.
beat faster ;than, it had for many a day
,Suppose-- 7 just.,Suppose—that what that
ridiculous Spencer had said wag,
,true !,
'Only,s4o6se, for:the sake\ Of , an argil=
went, - that Ahis little , ; widow . .
- ifihould take a , -ffinCy to him! And,iii.thi
very face hill past deotaiationa; . 4-
iPite,hitilifty"-,three years—thirty of them
expeiienoe among the fair. sex—Mr. Rev
ling;olr caught himself tpiTfring with de , ..
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MONTROSE I ____
light at the thought- Suchi a little.darl
ing as this.would,be to pet,Spch a fascin
ating creature to present to one's Alen&
as - "My wife, old fellow, you know:" Snch
a radiant face to have oppsite one at the
tabl , -.morning and night. ,
Only—what . on earth..would Spencer
say ? SayY why, turn gre'en with jeal=
ouey that he had ~nut won this peerless,
gray-eyed beauty himself--L-the selfish fel
low! Then a horrible feeling; not tin;
like jealousy, flushed up in his heart as
he remembered Etigehilj Park - ; :was where
Spencer's' folks lived. And- this little
divinity ivas going to' visit 4 .Edgehill
Park.
"Did I understand you to say you
would visit at Edgehill Park=.atyouriate
liustond'iurelatives?"
Mr. Reyjington had ` hssurec ty . under
stood as much t ;• but, be asked the question,
perhaps,voth the -vain-- hope of having been
mistaken. She raised' her eye-brows and s'
smiled. - • •
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"Yes at the SpeneerS: Do.youf kpow
the family?
Mt. .11, , ev . largton felt- . .•asiNa stream .0±
69 . 1 d wat'e'r Wen suddillity . , poured
down he how . the Spen
ders?. • . - . •
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"Yea; I know .th6m—rathee 4n old. fel-
Icow, one . ‘of,l thpm. : You'll see' hiin, of
coulee. : I suppose - you . have.: hard of
Tom T" - -' . .--. ' .
.Y.'es I think I have. Handsome, isn't
be?„ • ••
. I •Mr. Retlington - sbrugged bis should`
"He might shit: smite tastes 7 =not
and, I may venture to say, not yours.;
am - older 7 —somewhat older than yon and
let me warn youu -- that .Itlr.'Tnnnas
cer .is 4.renoWned.lacly 'killer—A boaster
o(hiSsuccessin wit hearts: I - hope
you *will' not--:"
She - laughed aril b ushed so delic!o' usly,
and :gave Sir. 'Rev, ingion such - a loin
bad not heard such a repOrt of Mr..
SpeL;cer. It's terribly, WU% it ?ri:shtkr sah4
with - 4 smile. .
"AWful i nitkinngh; perhnpri, an old
bachelOt like mi'self am
She gave a delightful little itare of sur
prise.
"Are yciu a bacthelor ? ~Why'l thought,
surely,you were a married geatlemau.—
.
You are so L--"
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• Sife'•• hesitated halt vinfa.4edly, half
laughingly..:Revlihepti loiliked:ar
dently-at., her. ••
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‘‘Sii—what, if I may ask, madam ?"
"Well—so—so nice, I was just going to
say.", _
Heaven ! this beautiful woman thought
he was "nice !" •
Itir. Revlingto ; Lirgot Tom . Spencer.
Edgehill Parkevery thing except that
_he.. only :wished' she jrad thought him
someittiing more than "nice !"., ,
!am
.proud 'it your, opinion I only
. svish ;I were in the happy condition you
imagine me."-
Suecast her, eyes - dowp. then, and play
ed With the handle - of. lier..sateel. •
"I gin quite sure it is your own fault
that von are unmarreJ."
"lio you think Ed, really? If I thought
it, I - would. .be an engaged.
.man:: before
,
lie hesitated, aOnally appalled atlas
own sudden I)oklness and interest.
"Take my advice Mr:— 0, would like.
to know your name." , . •
He handed her' hia cat, and wondered
at the. roguish mischief That shot sudden•
ly eyes.
"Mr. &Islington ? Why, I've heard
of you before."
He bowed, and at the same tithe look
ed exceedingly' happy.
• ",Thank lon. And, knowing me, do
you still adhere to the opinion you-have
regarding—ah=appertain mg to-41y BUO
- if Lbontemplate marriage?"
It was his' boldeit stroke, and his heart
went pitapat most rapidly.
"In - deed.l.do ;- and if there is a 'lady
in .the Avorld-you- love, take my advice,
and tell her. ' Is there one.?'
Her Sadden,' archly-challenging ques
tion almost routed'.his sense of-propriety,
bat he answered very eagerly
"Only one in the wide *kid, madam,
whom Lever dreamed of admiring., A
perfect little darling, with the sweetest
face and 'brightest
The tram came to t standstill, and the
guard bawled, unfeelingly in the - face of
this burst of rhapsody
. . ,
Mi.-Revlingten arose and handed-her
parcels to - her. t,
"I am .interested,: Revlington.—
Can't you call at Mr. Spencer's while .I
anz tUete.? . . I ; ,wonld : be &read' ,to see
you."„ , -
It seeniedas if he was' treading on air
perfumed' th - fragrance wafted • froth
Araby the blest: ‘• • •
In to see her,-4 . wtually invited to
see ,ber, this peerlesii, perfect, be.witchinp,
woman 1 And anderr.SPencer's. nose, too,
What would Ton say Of caurse he'd
be for trying hil4rts on her the first
thing hilt, from i fidicatiOns,i Would,he
•"no :go." This , eharininrwldow., bad.
'manifested, an interest in himself it
would be hiS: fault if it stopped; there:
go to, see her? It businea o
-smash byhis ibsence; And betook her
dainty little hand very cordially, as they
sto'Sd on the platform--the . only passen
gers for Edgehill.
"If you will make me happy by giving
me yeur. name—"
She laughed and" sfrOwed her pretty
teeth, .then a brighter,.:_ happief- light
sprang into her eyes as Tom Spen cer
rushed . up'and daught - both her •bande.
"Fforrie l hallo, . Revlington I You
by this train ?" •
Mr. Revlington bowed dignifiedly, and
"Florrie" turned *her bright laughing faee
to him. - •
"4lr. Revlingtou has been very good
tome, Tom. Introduce me won't you,
please ?" • •
Tom laugLed more at the odd expres
sion of Mr. Revlington's face than any
thing else. • •
"Of. course; with . pleasuig. -Mr. Rey
lington,. this is .Ritcourt; tinown:.
more ramiliarlfas Florrie, to „de, who
has come-' to visit my fathily,prior to
making. one -of it in , a few weeks: You
Will get cards, Gus, in good time."
"And you'll be sure. o..conie, Mr. rt6c.
lington ?" dO hope you'll' take my ad
vice.nhop t the sweet girt you r were speak
ing of, - and thanks for 'your kindness.-
I'm qpite ready, Torre, dear." • •
Mr. - ReNlington bowed - mechanically,
and: watched them.walk off, with more of
home sick pain.in his heart•than
• ,
er'affeoted it before. • ;.;1
Then he went about .his• business like
a sensible 'man,and by -- the time the be,
Witching wiriow wrote her .name Florrie
Spencer he had.conie to
.the conclusion
that perhaps, after
.all,"l'orn - had the worst
of it; . .
THE DISINHERITED SON.
"Ite hits made his own bed,"k3aid Major
Martindale, "and be must lie on it."
Major, Martindale bolded up - a certain
obnoxiOus letters,as he made his niental
-remark, and; `laying it on a tittle gilded
letter-rack beside , butt,' in company with
a tailor's bill, a ticket of some forthcom
ing amateur concert, and a ; Printed eir
cular concerning "insurance policies,"
went deliberately on With his breakfast.
He was a handsome elderly gentleman,
sightly bald, with_ bright brown eyes,-
straight Roman features, and oneof those
Square, firmly-molded mouths which be
token, a decided tendency to have one's
own wai.. Aad as he drank . his 'coffee,
and daintily manipulated Lis French
rolls, broiled birds,and fresh strawberries,
served in a garntture of their own leaves
he massed over the contents of this same
letter.
lt,s,agreat mistake to: allow a servant
.to on-es . correspondence at meal
times,": reflected Major Martindale.: "It's
almost certain - to ,interfere with one's .
digestion. I'll never read another letter
at •breakfast 7 time. .What could possess
my: son to . go and get married in this al).
rupt; 'nonsensical - sort of a way ? Says he.
`feared it would tie imposiible.to gain my
consent.' he had a kood
. reason 'for
his fears. He'll find it.still more impoa
fade after marriage than before. .He•
knows my idetis, And rf be :dont choose to
conform to:'‘eni, it's his .. business, • not
mine."
And to,after finishing his straw-berries
and daintily cleansing his t , filbert-nailed
finOra in a ruby=eollorkl finger-boWl,
Major Martindale wrote three words on
a-thick gray sheet of nole-paper, inclosed
it in' an envelope, affixed a stamp, and
gave it to the sertant to, post: And the
three words were these: "Conszder your
sqf di sitikerited.":
That wag the way. in which Major
Martindale ditposed 'of his only son.
Not that he did not love , Harry—the
bright,s frank boy, who was all that was
left of his votlng wife, the one romantic
dream - and tendcr memory of his life-time
—but he liked his own way 'better. And
it iA surprising how obstinate a man Can
be when he once turns his' attention to
the
_business. . .
"Disinherited I 0,- Harry! Anti for
me
.Mrs. Harry Martindale, a pretty, blue
eyed woman, with 'light hair that Show;
ered itself, around her face like sunshine
little dots of dimples ; in her cheek . and
chiu,,and a proud, fresh mouth like a Da
by's, logilked piteously up into her bib's
band'i face as she spoke: -
Harry•Martindale -shrugged his shoul
ders ; the momentary...cloud passed . . away
from. his face, as he bravely answered.;
'NA.er mind, 'Areal.' We' ea _ n' afford,
'you aiid I; to be independent' of 'Crusty'
old , gentleman's ' money.: I'll see about ,
the 'clerkship in . . St. Louis." , - , -
"Half:the, world away from mei ; gar!
FY 2 • •'
"It won't be for - long,.pet. Che er up I
send for you whin .1- get. 4ell',eslati•
lished, and we'll have' a -.little bird's nest
of a4iome, without asking any:favors Of
myfather." , , . .
smiled . :through , the deir , drops
that `sparkled in• her eyes. She'ivis east.'
ly Consoled. A:girls:heart at eighteen is
bleSsedly elastic).- , •
-Major -Miutiadalo- elected to.' , go , to .
AtleutiPitylOuthe tot ,weelts.that,sea-.
son. Why, lie - did ' not especielVVititra;
ulariie to himself. Saratoga 'was dull 3
y0 . L:1. - :33N0i:.,-40.
. ,
tit Newptirt One: was half a ' mile away
from the beach; Long Branch had palled
upon . his fabtideous taste. So to Atlan-..
tie he went, rather enjoying the very-per-
ceptible nets and snares spread for 'dim
by the various widows, cld maids, and
: gushing datniels who w,ere theie engabed
in, the great husband-hUnting campaign.
"I wonder if they 'think' I am a fool,"
said:the ISfajor,tis he strolled On the beach
with :a cigar in his mot th, . •
But one day the Major found, himself
forced to give up . a picnic on account of
a - strange and, u'n usnar, feeling- of lassitude
and languor, and the next he was in
"."This looks Serious "'Said the' kajor:to.
•
himself.. "Pie heard of a low fever hang- \
ii)gabout but 1 never thought of it's
attar. , king me," • •
The doctor came, twirled his watch
chaiti; wrote , a prodigious Latiu prescrip•
.
tion, att:shOOk his head: - . • •
People ma de haste. to
,vacate the rooms
in the immPdiate.vicinity ox No. 9p, and
the'.lbisjOr began dimly 0 • compre
hend, through a mist; that was slowly
gathering around his . .
that it.was
likely to go hard withhim.. . .
"I will stay and nurse him. doctOr, I •
hsve had the fever, a year or two since,
and do not fear it, and I am handy with
such
"Bat my dear; you've no idea what you ,
are undertaking."
''Fes; have atswered the soft, low
tones ; "and we must not letitim die for
want of care." -
"Ig your aunt willing?",
"Quite Su." -
. "Then, you may try ; but, take my
word for it, you'll back down at_the end
of the first week." •
Major Martindale heard these words
suppose as it were, out of the clouds, as
he might have heard the'thunder of the
waves on the beach outside, or the ring
ing of the church bells. without ,at all
connecting them with himself. Strange
what a work: of dreams and shadows his
soul and brain had entered into.
Bnt one day he catne back out of the
darkness and the . Irnensityi and the
restless whirling to And fro of the waves
of life, weak, and white,; and helpless as
a baby. -
And there, sewing , by the window, sat
arsoft-eyed young girl,•all , in white , with
'glimmering hair, lOng.. lashes, and deh
eately rounded features.
"Pardon me," hours)) , Uttered the
Major, with a little souvenir of his old.
fashioned courtesy and politeness, "but
I don't know who you are."
"Hush !" said:the. young lady, gently.
"You must not talk. I am.here to. nurse .
you."
And then he 'found himself taking, a
draught from her practiced - fingers,And
then drifting off asleep. .
"I have been .very ill, haven't I ?" said
he, when the doctor came at noon, as.
usual. . ,
"You have be es. close , to the Valley
of - the Shadow` than once as a man
can he in
.this life," Dr.•Delagoodtinswer
ed, gravely. ,
The major shuddered a little—heathen
ish-old Sybarite as he was. The idea df
death appalled him, and he scarcely oared
to hear hoir near he bad been to the
solution of thegreat problem. -
- "Bat yon,, pulled 'me :through," • said.
be, with a long breath. , = •
"Yes, I and your patient little nurse,
'who has just gone 'for: half an boor's,
'sleep." - • - •
"Who is she, doctor ?" asked the ma-'
jot, anxiously , •
"She is the neice of one of the la4y,
boarders: Martin, think they call 'her.,
Her aunt went away as loon ar the feyei
declared itself—in fact, it riddled the
hotel pretty nearly 7 —but this girl.' would
nokallow any,one to
~ suffer for want. oL
care and nurciing,_so she
_conrageonsly re
mained to take care of - you.' -
'Why did she do that ?" aeked the reajo
a little „liviip rising in his throat., ,
"Why did Florance 'Nightingale', go
out to the Crimea P Why are all women
botn heroines 'at: heart?" retertedlhe
doctor. - ~-; .
"God bless her I". muttered the major.
- ' And then he turned his- head on one.
aide, and a big 'drop -or two, splashed,
dowk:Lim the pillow. *
Day by day he lay there iii slow con=-
valescence; while-the pretty young.narse
ministered, to • ,
_ . 4 lty dear," and-. the, major, one day,
think I am begining to realize .now
whit' the hit:ailing of a daughter
have been had 'God 'given me one. I have
grow% •iery fond of 'you."
The soft blue eyes, beamed smillingly ,
dowh upon him italic, spoke.
"And lor you, ,, answered the &kik
low;tender accents.'
"Are you Much attached to your -
auut - ?••••31414. Fessenden,:‘l . belieye bei
name
saill,t4e JIM( doubtfulkyiK
suppose 80 ;:tnevet 'saw hex .4eforev.o,
asked me to iille o ,nia 4fr,
Ailtintio City-fait month." • -
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