SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. The New York ITerald , in a column on investments in Western mortgages, shows that the peaple of the State of New York have over $3,250,000 in them. The press and landowners of Portugal tore becoming alarmed at the dearth of cultivators, and demand that the Govern ment shall put a stop to emigration, as husbandry is suffering. According to the Street Railroad Gaz ette, the proportion of fatal accidents on the basis of numbers carried is very greatly in tavor of the electric and cable roads and against the horse car lines. i The little King of Spain very much dislikes being seated upon the throne at State ceremonials. He tries to climb down, and on one occasion declared, ■with tears, that he would rather sit on his mother's lap. I"The Utopia,which recently went down with (>OO passengers on board, was quite as well equipped with life-saving ap paratus," signiliccntly observes the Washington Star, "as aro the leading passenger lines going out of New York, the individual steamers of which often carry from GOO to 1200 passengers in the summer season." Says the Washington Post: "The careless and apparently indiscriminate manner with which the courts of to-day flcstroy the wills of rich men, docu ments that embody the purpose and ob ject of a lifetime of toil, has become one of the notable and notorious abuses of the day, and against this evil there is ris ing a vigorous demand for rectification and reform." It is said that Mrs. Kyle, wife of the Alliance Senator from South Dakota, felt overpowering confidence during tho can vass that her husband would be elected, and whenever he talked of declining the nomination she insisted that he would yield and win. This, confesses the Boston Transcript , brings woman's intuition into play in politics in a new pud admirable way. The Statesman's Year Book for 1891 es timates the world's inhabitants last year, exclusive of the Polar regions, to have been 1,407,000,000 and the land surface they occupy in whole or in part at 40,- 350,000 square miles, of which 28,209,- 000 square miles are fertile, 13,901,000 steppe and 4,180,000 desert. The Polar regions are put down at 4,888,800 square miles, with a population of only about 300,000. The Atlanta Constitution remarks: First-class type-written copy is hailed ■with pleasure in newspapers and maga zine offices, but very little of it is first class. It is a positive relief to get a manuscript legibly written on white pa per in good black ink, with a pen that makes a broad stroke. The trouble with imany writers is that they use a pen with a line point, and write a hair-line scrawl ithat is hard to read. It is possible to make written copy as plain as print, aud this is what every writer should do. . Spain is busily preparing for the cele bration of the 400 th anniversary of the anding of Columbus in America. The 'Society of Americanists, which has de voted itself to the study of everything relating to America,will hold a Congress on October 12, 1892, at the convent of La Raliida, where Columbus found shel ter while he was planning his expedi tion. Spain's methods of celebrating the anniversary may not appeal so much to "the popular taste as might have a great Exposition, but in their scientific and historic aspect they will be in keeping with an event so far-reachip.g in its ef fects on civilization. " A profound sensation has been created In Italy by the report that a French house sent 100,000 Remington cartridges to King Mouelek, of Abyssinia, by way of Obock. As Italy considers Mouelek to be under Italian protection, this is re garded as an interfevenco with Italian rights, and has not served to hasten the revival of friendly relations between France and Italy. A good share of the Italians, however, would like to give up African adventures altogether, one of the Roman newspapers saying that "when the whole truth is known, the necessity of abandoning the entire enterprise will be seen, and there will he only one more research necessary, namely, to find some one yet more foolish than ourselves who will take the charge upon their shoul ders." WHICH r Oh, which were best, and who TTOUM dare to choose Between the friond who holds you as his life, Counting all effort worthless if his strife "Win from you uo fond word, content to lose All else but you; or him you know no ruse Of time can part your soul from, and no knife Of fata dissever, though all tongues be rife With tales of slander his fair fame to bruise? Oh, which were best to givo or to receive. To love or to bo loved? To take alwav Or stand with gifts of lore before the gate Of one beloved? Ah, curious hoart! believe All love wins love, and choice were foolish play In this. These two are ono or soon or latel —Oscar Fay Adams, in Harper's Weekly. "anlnstance," July 15. How little we know one day what may happen the next. For instance, yesterday Hugh had been to the postoffice in the morning and came into dinner with an opeu let ter in his hand, which he gave to me, as he took his seat at the table. After I had poured Hugh's coffee, and waited on the two boys, I read it. It was from Ellen Woods, Hugh's cousin, who lives in Chicago. She wrote to say she wa9 not feeling well; that the doctor bad advised her to get into the country, and, as she was told the part of our State where we lived was very healthy, she was going to make us a visit; she would be with us on the 14th, that was yesterday. "Why, Hugh!" I exclaimed, "that is to-day! She will be here this afternoon." "I suppose so," said he; "cheek of her, anyway, to come up here now—■ when we are so busy—and lug along those young one 3." "How many has she, Hugh?" I quer ried anxiously. "I'm sure I don't know; four or five, anywnv," he replied, with a grimace, as he helped himself to a second plate of beef. I had meant to rest in the afternoon, and read a new book after my dishes were done. I was going to let Ted and Bob go into the hayfield with their father, and I anticipated a good time with my book. I had just my new hammock put up in the shade of the big maple north of the house, and all the morning I had thought of the comfort in store in the afternoon—but, here all was changed. To be sure, Ellen was no favorite of mine; in fact, I did not know her very well anyway. When we wero iirst mar ried and lived in Illinois, wo were neigh bors of her folks, and I used to see her when she came home to visit, that was all. But I could not help that she was coming here, and coming that very day, aud I must prepare for them. I did wonder how many there were. 1 had bread enough for ourselves—but not enough for company—part of a cake and a pie. I hurried my dishes, built up a bijj fire in the stove in the summer kitchen, made two big loaves of baking powder graham bread, made a lot of rhubarb pies, and a layer cake; then I thought, as I had a good fire, I would make some cookies; 1 baked a four-gallon jar full, and when they were done I was about as well cooked as they were; my head ached and my feet were burning like fire. I cast regretful glances at my hammock every time I went into the pautry, for from there I could sec it, hanging empty in the cool shadows. I arranged the dining room, and then, with a pail of soft water and an armful of towels, went up stairs to prepare the rooms. All done, I went to my own room, with just ten minutes to rest before dressing. I sat down in the darkened room, where the cool breeze stole through the shutters, dropped my head back and slept till the sound of Hugh calling, "whoa," to the horses, brought me up with a start. I dashed cold water over my face and neck, brushed my hair, slipped quickly into a calico wrapper, and got down stairs just as they all came troop ing into the hall. Ellen, tired and warm, with u ten-months old baby, cross, and fretting; following her came Marguerite, a tall girl of fourteen, sal low-faced, and thin, with big grey eyes in dark hollows. Then there burst into the house four boys, ranging from twelve to live, armed with hoops, bats, bows and arrows, aud the largest with a parlor rifle. My heart sank within me, but I tried to look glad, and greeted them as warmly as I could. I took Ellen and the girl to their room. The boys would not go up, but dumped their burden in the hall, and rushed out doors. I went to prepare tea, which I soon had ready for them. When all were seated, there wero El len and six children of hers, Hugh and I, our two boys, and two hired men, making thirteen altogether. As I sur veyed that row of hungry mouths and thought of all the standiug over hot fires it meant for me, I felt like going off and hiding. After supper Hugh went after the baggage, and I washed dishes—such a lot—aud strained the milk. "Hugh came back with the baggage, three big trunks, and while he and one of the men lugged them up stairs, I sat down and tried to talk to Ellen. LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, MAY 15, 1891. I remarked upon tho heat. "Oh! it was so hot and dusty on the cars; lam just tired to death," she re plied, in a thin, fretful voice, as she rocked tho baby, trying to get it to sleep. * I asked her if she would not sit out on the porch, as it was cooler there. "No, I couldn't endure the night air," she answered. Conversation flagged; I was too tired to talk, and I think she was. I made faint efforts to keep up a conversation and to be agreeable, as I sat sweltering in tho hot room, when out on tho voranda I could see the mocnlight and hear Hugh and tho men talking. "You burn kerosene, don't you," re marked Ellen. "I do hate the smell of it so. Why do you use it?" "What should we use?" I asked, "we have no gas in the country." "Candles, of course," sho replied, with a sligh curve of the lip. "Candles?" I asked in amazement. "Why, no one uses candles nowadays." "Oh, there, that is just what it is to live in the country; one never knows what people are doing at all. Why, everyone of any pretentious burns candles now; not tho old-fashioned tallow candles, but wax candles, with the lov liest little shades; they are so nice." I asked about her mother, to change the subject, and we talked about her and the old neighbors until she went up stairs to put the baby to bed. She said she thought she would not come down again, if I would excuse her, as she was so very tired. I soon went to my own room and to sleep, from which I was awakened by a great clatter and rumpus on the stairs, nmdo by the young Woods as they went down. Soon our ears were saluted by the faint crack of that ride, followed by the squealing of a pig, and the loud shouts of the boys. Hugh hastened down, half dressed, and found one of » choice lot of Berk shires with a broken leg, and Ilerky— Herkimer his name is—dancing a regular war dance around the wounded animal, and as pleased as pleased could be, to think lie had succeeded in \ising his gun with such effect as to bring down his game. Of course the pig had to bo killed. As good luck would have it, the hired man had a big fire and lots of hot water, so he and Hugh set to work at once to dress it. Hugh took the gun and locked it up. Ilerky was very indignant, but Hugh was firm. Just as breakfast was ready, there was a sound of crying and screaming outside the kitchen door, and John and Ollie, the two youngest of the Woods, came in wet to the skin, their clothes dripping puddles of water all over my clean floor. Tliey had sailed chips on the water in tho horse trough, quarrelled and tumbled in. Ellen sent Marguerite up to change their clothes, and the rest of us sat down, the baby keeping up a fretful whine all through the meal. Aftor breakfast I said to Ellen that she would have to entertain herstili as best she could, for I had all the work to do, as wc could get no girl. She took the baby into tho parlor, and I heard some of the youngsters draw ing tortured tones from my organ. I had forgotten to lock it, but I resolved I would do so at tho first opportunity, and I did. Being in the pantry after a time, mix ing bread, I heard a great racket, and, glancing out, saw the four Woods boys standing in my new hammock, while Ted and Bob were trying to capture theni. Two of the Woods boys held open knives in their hands, making feints at striking at those on the ground. It made my blood run cold, to see them swinging and swaying about on their uncertain foothold with those open knives. I took my hnnd out of the bread, and calling my two boys, went with them out to the barn and begged Hugh to take them with him into the field, which he did. I baked pics and cake, and prepared the vegetables for dinner,making hurried visits to the parlor between times. When my bread was in tho oven, and a big kettle of beans bubbling on the stove, I went up stairs. It was half-past ten, and the thermometer marked ninety degrees on the north porch. I hurried the work in my own and the boys' loom, and then stepped along and took a peep into Ellen's room. I was in hopes they had cleaned up their rooms, but, what a sight! they had not done one bit of work. In tho middlo of the floor, on my new carpet, lay thoso wet clothes, just as they had been shoved down over the feet of those boys. I picked them up, and on the fawn-colored ground of my carpet, was a big blue stain where each suit had lain. Clothes littered the chairs aud bed, the trunks stood open, a towel stood over the edge of the wash bowl, leading a tiny, trickling stream of water to the floor. The bed had not even been leen thrown open. I put the room in order, and as I stepped into the hall togo into tho other guest room, my first breath gave me a smell of burning bread. I flew down stairs and was just in time to save the wlioie baking from incineration. I had barely time to hurry on the dinner, and when it was ready I was too warm aud tired to eat. I sat at the table, and when the rest were all gone, I drank a cup of tea, and ate a little. I dreaded the dishe9, but that great pile of crockery must be cleaned, aud right away, too—so at it I went. When the kitchen aad dining room were once more in order, I wont up and made the bed of the Woods boys. Done at last, I went to my own room, bathed, changed my dress, and went down. Hearing Ellen's voice on the porch, I went out then and found her trying to quiet the baby, who is teething and tho hot weather makes him very cross. "Why Cousin Annie where have you been all day, and what have you been doing to get so warm and red?" asked Helen, as I sat down. I told her I had been baking. * "Baking? what makes you do it? Why dou't you buy bread? I never let cook bake when it is so hot." I said that in the country we could not buy bread. "Oh, dear! I wouldn't live in the country for anything I" said she. I thought I would like to try my ham mock, so I asked Ellen to move her chair around to that side of the house. As we came in sight of the hammock, behold Marguerite in it, with my lovely copy of Longfellow, which Hugh gave me last Christmas, turned backward and folded together as she read it. That was too much for my equanimity, and I asked her to hold it in a different man ner if sho wished to read it. Remarking, angrily, that sho did not care to read it anyway, sho closed the book and threw it on the ground. I went and picked up my poor abused treasure, finding one corner broken, tho back loose, and a big grease spot on tho fine Russia cover. I felt like crying. To-night, Hugh said he would go and see if ho could not get a Jones girl to come over and help me. But neither of t'.iem could come, as their mother and the baby were both sick. I ought not to have spent all this tirao writing, but all tho house was so warm, and I was exhausted from the heat, so I opened every door and window to the utmost, and sat down to write. I feel rested some now, and the night air has cooled the house. I will shut tho doors and goto bed. August 1. Such a time as I had with those boys, and thoso Woods folks in general, was a caution! I had to keep, going from early morn ing until late at night to keep the work done, and something cooked to eat. Hugh did his best to get a girl, but could not, as it was just in tho midst of haying-time, and everyono was busy. And for the same reason, Hugh could not help me much himself, or spare cither of the men. They brought alltho wtfod, and water, and churned, and took the big pans of'milk up from the cellar; in fact, did what'they could. Such a reignt»of terror as those boys of Ellen's inaugurated! The first day was a sample of those-which followed—from one day's end otherithey were into some kind of a scrape. They let the hens out to desftnoy my garden; they played ball in thelfront yard, and broke a three-dollar of glass; they fell into tho pond, by turns, narrowly es caping drowning: tthey rode the calves; Herkv tried to rids.' the colt and got kicked; they let pigs: they broko all tho eggs, uutil I'thadtto buy some of Simmons. Ellen languished infthe/iparlor, or on the veranda, all day long never saying much, except to grumble, at the country and its disadvantages. Hugh declared every dight that it must end, but I did not-want- to seem inhos pitable, even though I must work hard to care for them. I did not want to of fend her; I thought evciy day, she would get tired of it all, and go home. But she didn't seem ta feeliworried over the escapades of the boys. The baby was very cross, and' required'all her time. I baked, aud:cooked, and every blessed day I went up and put their rooms in order; never they lift a hand to help. I pickedfup books, and hats, and handkerchiefs, and fans from every chair and table>iu-the house. The floor was strewn with'wreckage. One of tho boys stole in the cellar, and while drink ing from a pan of mQk let his hat fall into it, while another poked about in my jar of cream to see -what it was, using a dirty stick, and hisicqually dirty fingers. I had to but I kept thecellar locked afterfthat. Ah, me!" how long thoso days did seem. At last, one .morning when thoy had been here ten day, I woke up with a sick headache of tho most pronounced type. I felt so sick I did not care for anything, and when Hugh came up, after they hadibreakfast, and said he was going to take; Ellen to tho train, I didn't think or carermuch about it; only I felt a vague sense iof relief, even amidst the green-colored mists of sick headache. I was sick all (that day, and tho next day was Sunday, so Hugh staid about the house and .tended to things, while I rested; I was fairly worn out. Monday morning I went about look ing things over. Everything from one end of the houso>to the other was dirt; dirty finger marks on every door and window, my new best chamber carpet with those big bluo stains in the centre of it, my Longfellow ruined, and my hammock! I had never used it once, and it was all torn to pieces. The boys had put the big dog into it, tied him in and left him there. He had gnawed his way out, leaving very- little of that hammock but a big hole. Hugh say he sent Ellon off in such a way that sho will not bo apt to come again. Well, on the whole, lam not sorry. I like to be hospitable, but I do not like to be forced to entertain a horde of strangers.— Woman's Work. Terms —51.25 in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months CHILEAN NITRATE MINES ' GREATEST NATURAL CTTOIOMTY ON THE SOUTHEBJT CONTINENT Interesting Facts Concerning This Very Valuable Commoditity— The Supply Inexhaustible. When we first saw Iquique (pronounced E-kee-kee), little more than half a year ago, writes Fannie B. Ward, it was one of the most peaceful and prosperous cities of Chile—a seaport second only to Valpraiso in population and commercial importance, in wide contrast to the burned and battered ruin the rebels made of it on their recent raid. It has long been the great shipping point of the world for nitrate of soda—a vast busi ness, practically controlled by English capital; and therefore in the eyes of Englishmen Iquique is of more conse quencs than all the rest of Chile put to gether. For more than a year past the nitrate people have been doing little profitable business, principally on account of the Government troubles and consequent ■ strikes among the laborers, and also be j cause the English market is overstocked l with the commodity, and therefore its I price is correspondingly low. From this ! nitrate industry alone the Chilean Gov i ernment has been collecting a revenue | of about 820,000,000 per annum in ex port duties. Perhaps the greatest natural curiosity on the Southern Continent is this inex haustible deposit of nitrate of soda. Beds i of it arc strewn along the western coast for live hundred miles; and throughout all that distance the physical aspect of the country is the same—everywhere an arid range of hills from four tosixthou- Band feet high, rising abruptly out of the Pacific, backed by a desert pampa (plain) i from fifty to one hundred miles wide, ! which gradually ascends to the foot of the snowy Cordillera. Nowhere else in the world except in this particular pampa are nitrates found in quantities worth mentioning. The pampa above Iquiqui derives its name from the tamarugal bushes with which it is sparsely covered. Further north, above Tarapaca, the bold features of the Cordillera and some beauty to the landscape; while inside from Antofo ! gasta, in the great desert of Atacama, there is not even a distant mountain to be seen—nothing but brown sand as far , as the eye can reach. There is no cloud on the burnished sky to temper the rays of the vertical sun; the hot air distinct- I ly vibrates, and blue mirage lakes tan | talize the thirsty traveler. One can scarcely bear to touch the scorching sand, , at 130 degrees, and a light south wind continually raises whirlwinds of dust in every direction. Neither bird, beast nor ! plant of the lowest type can live in these i barren wastes; and yet their hidden ; wealth has led to the creation of several villages, whose every necessary of life is brought from a long distance. A few years ago water sold on the Ata cama desert for S2O the arroba, or about §2.50 per gallon, and a drink for a inulc cost fifteen shillings, or $3.75. Finally, ; at a place in the desert called Carmen | Alto, a sun condenser with 50,000 square feet of glass was employed to distil lresh water from that of the sea. This was afterward wrecked by a whirlwind, but a smaller apparatus on the same principle is uow being worked at Sierra Gordo, and rc -1 alizes a handsome profit, though the water sells for only thirty cents the arroba. Most of the coast towns and in land factories arc now supplied by means | of condensed steam, some of the cou ; densers producing than twenty five tons of good watCT for every ton of coal burned in the boilers. More recent ; schemes have been started for supplying the coast towns with water by of : pipes running across the desert irom springs at the foot of the mountains. Iquiqui, Taltat, Antofogasta and Mol- I lendo are supplied in this manner, and i other similar aqueducts arc being con | structed. Tho portion of the p&mpa in which i English-speaking people are most inter. | csted is that lying between Iquiqui and , Pisagua—the celebrated "Tamarugal : Pampa," where lie the Tarapaca beds and where a colony of Northern "Nitrata Kings" have accumulated their millions. I A high, chilly upland, about twenty miles across, separates the outer Sierra of Huatacondo from the higher range of tho J Cordillera; and then the Andes slope ! sharply down to the plateau of Bolivia, 12,000 feet above tho sea. The surface of the desert is not sharp ; sand, but dry earth mixed with a certain proportion of sandy particles, and irri gation would turn every rod of it into a fertile plain. Wherever wells have been sunk, alternate layers of gravel, \ sand and mud arc disclosed, each series of layers representing the sequence of a ! single flood in former ages; hence it fol lows that in times long past tho pampa | must have been subject to periodical in undations. Wator may be found almost ! anywhere, at the depth of from fifty to i 150 feet; but no place has yet been dis covered where the conditions necessary i for artesian wells are fulfilled.—Phila j delphia Uncord. The Headmaster of the Girls' High | School is describing to the class the ' beauty of the Alps, which he has visited : during his vacation, and ends his lecture j in these words: "And there, with one i foot I stood cn the ice of the glacier, while with the other 1 was plucking the . most beautiful flowers!"— Flieyendi | Blaetter. NO. 31. CURLS'NAMES, Frances is "unstained and free;" Bertha, •"pellucid, purely bright;" Clara, "clear as the crystal sea;" Lucy, a star of radiant "light;" Catharine is "pure" as the mountain air; Henrietta, a soft, sweet "star;" Felicia is ""happy girl;" Matilda is a "lady true;" Margaret is a shining "pearl;" Rebecca, "with the faithful few;" Susan is a "lily white;" Jane has the willow's curve and "gradp Cecilia, dear, "is dim of sight;" Sophia shows "wisdom on her face;" Constance is firm and "resolute;" Grace, delicious "favor meet;" Charlotte, "noble, good repute;" Harriet, a fine ' odor sweet;" Isabella is a "lady rare;" Lucinda, "constant as the day;" Marie means, a "lady fair;" Abigail, "joyful" as a May; Elizabeth, "an oath of trust;" Adelia, "nice princess proud;" Agatha, "is truly good and just;" Letitia, "a joy avowed;" Jemima, 'a soft sound In the air;" Caroline, "a sweet spirit hale;'' Cornelia, "harmoniousand fair;" Selina, "a sweet nightingale;" Lydia, "a refreshing well;" Judith, "a song of sacred praise;" Julia, "a jewel none excel;" Priscilla, "ancient of days." HUMOR OF THE DAT. Comes high, but we must have it—Tho sun.— Life. A dead heat must be the kind that i> used,in a crematory.— Buffalo Express. A woman can say more with a few tears than*a man can express in a book.— Ham's Horn. "Was Byron a clubman?" "Not all through. He had a club foot only."— Munsey's Weekly. People are like base drums, the thin ner their heads tho more noise they make.— Washington Star. When a man has run his race in this world and tho end comes he is out of breath.— New Orleans Picayune. Every one admires a man of push, but nobody wants to bo the person pushed aside by the man.— St. Joseph News. Up goes tho price of horses' board. Every bit that goes into your horse's mouth must be paid for.— Boston Tran script. Dc Jones—"l say, VaiT Brown, how is it that you are always out when I call?" Van Brown —"Oh, just luclr."— Boston Gazette. Professor—"Gentlemen, tho air is a substance which we cannot see, but it is by no means so sim ile a substance as it looks.— Flitgende Jllaetter. Head of Firm (nngrily)—"Who is that smoking in the office?" Bookkeeper— "The office-boy, sir." Head of Firm— "Oh, all right. I thought it was one of the clerks."— Brooklyn Life. From a speech: "Gentlemen, we have great cause for rejoicing that this stone which has so long weighed upon our hearts has been finally removed from our necks."— Fliegende Blaetter. Rose (on the divan) —"I think I'll say yes. It is better to marry a man you respect than one you adore." Dolly— "But it's so much easier to love men than to respect them."— Life. Miss Physics—"Dear Mr. Physiology, you remind mc of a barometer that is filled with nothing in its upper story." Mr.Physiology;—"You occupy my upper story, my dear Miss Physics."— Rochester Talisman. A household journal says:"The toothsome mince pie has quite a pedi gree." We knew there was something in it mighty hard to digest, but never once suspected it was a pedigree.—Nor ristown Herald. "Amelia, darling." "Yes, Arthur.' "You know we are soon to be married." "Yes." "And we should learn to be economical in small things." "Yes." "Hadn't you better turn down the gas?" —Spare Moments. "I have always taken pleasure in your preseuct," she said, as they were parting as friends and nothing more. "I beg your pardon," he said, reflectively, "but would you mind spelling that last word?" Washington Post. "What's this report about Smithers sending an infernal machine to you, Bronsoa?" "It's perfectly true. He didn't send it to me, though. He sent it to my boy. It a music box that plays 'White Wings.'"— Neu> York Herald. With trembling voice, though ardent look, Ho faintly asked her could she cook. She owned she could, and, bolder grown, He asked her if she'd be hla own. "Indeed?" said she, witl\ her nose a curl; "I suppose you were wanting a hired girl." —lndianapolis Journal. Dapper—"What is the greatest lie, Snapper, that ever impressed itself on your experience?" Snapper—"Well, by all odds, the worst lie I evei heard was the one your quartette perpetrated last night when they came around to the house and sang 'There's music in the air.' " — Boston Courier. "Madam," said the tramp, "I was told by the woman who lives next door that il I would call here a charitable lady would donate to a deserving way farer some scraps of fried liver left over from breakfast." "She said that, did she, the meau, good-for-nothing!" tx claimed the womau. "Fried livet, iu leed 1 Come inside, my good man, and ~. I'll cook you the best porterhouse steak you ever ate."— New York Herald.
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