THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McOONNELLSBURO, PA. ETrCIT7 TT'irN AFTER A VERY SERIOUS TALK WITH HER SISTER PORTIA, WHO HAS SACRIFICED MUCH, ROSE ALDRICH COMES TO THE CONCLUSION THAT MARRIAGE CALLS FOR MORE THAN SHE HAS GIVEN IT Rose Stanton, student ot tlio University of Chicago, Is put off Btrcet car In the rain after an argument with tho conductor. She Is occostcd by a young man who otters help and escorts her borne. About two months lutcr, the young man, Itodney Aldrlch, well-to-do lawyer, marries Hose and this obscure girl Is thrown Into Chicago's moxt exclusive hocIu! set. She Is surrounded by luxury, but becomes dissatisfied with ease. She tries to help her husband, but he luughs good naturedly at her efforts. Roduey's inurrled sister, Freder ics Whitney, and Rose are chummy. CHAPTER VIII Continued. He saw her when sho reached the lower landing, and came to meet her. "Ohl" he said. "I thought you were going to be off somewhere with Fred erica this afternoon. It's been a great day. I hopo you huveu't spent the whole of it Indoors. You're looking great, anyway. Come here and give me a kiss." She hesitated, a little perplexed. Did ho mean not to tell her o "spare" her, as he'd have said? The kiss she gave him hud a different quality from those that ordinarily con stituted her greetings, and the arms llmt went rouud his neck didn't give him their customnry hug. Rut they stayed there. "You poor, dear old boy!" she suld. and then, "Don't you care, Roddy I" He returned the caress with luter cst, before he seemed to realize the different significance of It. Then he pushed her away by the shoulders and held her where he could look luto her face. "What do you mean," he asked. "Don't care about whut?" It didn't seem like bravado like an acted out pretense, and yet, of course, It must be. "Don't," she said. "Because I know. I've known all day. I read It In he paper this morning." From puzzled concern the look in his face took on a deeper Intensity. "Tell me what It Is," he said very quietly. "I don't know. I didn't read the paper this morning. Is It Harri et?" Harriet was his other sister married, and not very happily, It was beginning to appear, to un Italian count. A revolution a sort of sick ml giving took the color out of Rose's cheeks. "It Isn't anyone," she said. "It's nothing like that. It's It's that case." Her lips stumbled over the title of It. "It's been decided against you. Didn't you know?" For a moment his expression was simply the absence of all expression whatever. "Rut how the dickens did you know anything nhout it? How did you happen to see It In tho paper? How did you know the title of it?" "I was in the court the day you argued It," She said unevenly. "Anil when I found they printed those things In the paper, I kept watch. And to day . . ." "Why. you dear child!" he said. And the queer, ragged quality of his voice drew her eyes back to his, so that she saw, wonderlngly, that they were bright with tear. "And you never said a word, and you've been bother ing your den: little head about It all the time. Why, you dorllng!" He sat down on the edge of the table, and pulled her up tight Into his arms again. She was glad Jo put her head down didn't wont to look at his face; she knew that there was a smile there along with the tears. "And you thought I was worrying about It," he persisted, "and that I'd be unhappy because I was beaten?" He patted her shoulder consolingly with a big hand. "Rut that's all In the day's work, child. I'm beaten "What Do You MeanT He Asked. omewhere near as often as I win, A man couldn't be any good as a law yer. If ho did care, any more than a surgeon could be any good, If he did, You've got to keep a cold mind or you can't do your best work. And If you've done your best work, there's nothing to care about. I honestly haven't thought ubout the thlug once from that day to tills. . Don't you see how It Is?" She couldn't see how It was, that was plain enough. What he very rea sonubly expected was that after so lucid an explanation, she would turn her wet face up to his, with her old wide smile on It. Rot that was not REAL By HENRY whut happened at nil. Instead, she Just went limp In his arms, aud the sobs that shook her seemed to be meeting no resistance whatever. At lust she controlled, rather sudden ly, her sobs, sat up, wiped her eyes, and, after a fashion, smiled. Not ut him, though; resolutely away from him, ho might almost huve thought as If sho didn't want him to see. "Thut's right." ho said, craning round to make sure that the smile was there. "Huve a look at the funny side of It" She winced at thut as from a blow and pulled herself away from him. Then she controlled herself and, In answer to bis look of troubled amaze ment, sa'd: "It's all right. Only It happens that you're tho ono who d-doesn't know how awfully funny It really Is." Her voice shook, but she got It In hand again. "No, I don't mean anything by that. Here I Give me a kiss and then let me wash my face." And for the whole evening, and again next morning until he left the house, she managed to keep him In the only half-questioning belief that noth ing wus tho matter. It was about au hour after that, that her maid camo Into her bedroom, where she hnd bad her breakfast, and suld that Miss Stanton wanted to see her. CHAPTER IX. The Damascus Road. It argued no real lack of sisterly affection that Rose didn't want to see I'ortla that morning. Even If there had been no other reason, being found in bed at half-past ten In the morning by a sister who Inflexibly opened her little shop at hulf-past eight, regard less of bud weather, backaches, and other potentially vulld excuses, was enough to make one feel apologetic und worthless. Roso could truthfully soy that she wus feeling wretched. Rut I'ortla would sit there, slim and erect, In a llttlo straight-backed chair, and whatever perfunctory commisera tion she might manage to express, the look of her flue eyebrows would be skeptical. Rut Rose's shrinking from a talk with I'ortla thut morning was a mild feeling compared with I'ortlu's dread of the Impending tnlk with Rose. Twice she had walked by the per fect doorway of the McCrea house be fore she entered It, becauso she shrank from the ordeal that awaited her In there. They had been seeing each other with reasonable frequency all winter. The Aldriches had I'ortla and her mother In to a family dinner pretty often, and always came out to Edge water for a one-o'clock dinner with the Stantons on Sunday. Mrs. Stanton hud taken a great lik ing to Rodney. Ills manner toward her had Just the blend of deference and breezy unconventlonallty that pleased her. He showed an unending Interest In tho Woman Movement never tired of drawing from his niother-ln-law the story of her lubors and the exposition of her beliefs. Some times he argued with her playfully In order to get her started. More often, und so for as I'ortla could see, quite seriously, he professed himself In full accord with her views. The reason why these family parties were at an end was what Portia came to tell Rose this morning. Sho hoped she'd be able to tell It gently. Rose greeted her with a "Hello, angel! Why didn't you come right up? Isn't It disgraceful to be lying around In bed like this in the middle of the morning?" "I don't know," said Tortlu. "Might as well stay In bed, If you've nothing to do when you get up." She meant It to sound good-humored, but was afraid It didn't. "Anyhov," she add cd after A straight look Into Rose's fucc, "you look, this morning, as If beJ wus Just where you ought to be. What's the matter with you, child?" "Nothing," said Rose, "nothing that you'd call anything, nt any rate." I'ortla smiled Ironically. "I'm still the same old drugon, then," she said, And then "I'm sorry. I dUln't mean to say that, either. I've hud a-rather worrying sort of week." "What Is It?" said Rose. "Tell me about It. Can I help?" "No," said Portia. "I've thought It over and It Isn't your Job." She got up and went to the window and stood looking out where Rose couldn't see her fuce. "It's about mother," she concluded. Rose sat up with a Jerk. "About mother I" she echoed. "Has she been III again this' week? And you haven't let me know! It's a shame I haven't been around, but I've been busy" her smllo reflected some of the Irony of Portia's "and rather miserable. Of course I was going this afternoon." "Yes," said Portia, "I funded you'd como this afternoon. That's why 1 wonted to see you alone first." "Alone!" Roso leaned sharply for ward. "Oh, don't stand there where I can't sec you ! Tell mo what It Is. "I'm going to," suld Portlu. "You ADVENTURE KXTCHELL WEBSTER Copyright 1916, BobbrMerriH Co. see, I wasn't satisfied with old Mur ruy. I thought It wus possible, either thut he didn't understand mother's cusc, or else thut he wouldn't tell me whut he suspected. So a week ago toduy, I got her to go with me to a specialist." Her voice got a little hurder and cooler. "Mother'U never be well, Rose. Her henrt Is getting flab bydegenerating, be called It. He says we can't do anything except to retard the progress of the disease. It may go fast, or It may go slowly. Thut attack she had was Just a symptom, he suld. She'll have others. And by and by, of course, a fatal one." Still sho didn't look around from the window. She knew Rose was cry ing. She had heard the gasp and choke that followed her first announce ment of the news, and since then, lr regulurly, a raufllcd tound of sobbing. She wanted to go over and comfort the young, stricken thing there on the bed, but she couldn't. Sho could feel nothing but a dull, Irresistible anger that Rose should have the easy relief of tears, which had been dented her. Recause Portia couldn't cry. "He said," she went on, "that In this climate, living as she has been doing, she'd hardly last six months, but that In a bland climate like southern Cali fornia, If she's carefully watched all tho time to prevent excitement or over exertion, she might live a good many years. "So thut's what we're going to do. I've written the Fletchers to look out a pluce for us, and I've sold out my business took an offer thut I refused a month ago. As soon as we hear from the Fletchers, we'll begin to pack. Within a week, I hope." Rose said a queer thing then. She cried out Increduously : "And you aud mother are going away to California to live! And leave me here all alone I" "All alone with the whole of your own life," thought Portia, but didn't say It. "I can't realize It nt nil," Rose went on after a little silence. "It doesn't seem possible. Do you believe the specialist Is right? Can't we go to someone else aud make sure?" "Whut's the use?" said Portia. "Re sides, It I drag mother around to any more of them, she'll know." Rose looked up shurply. "Doesn't she know?" . "No," said Portia In that hurd, even voice of hers. "I lied to her, of course. You know mother well enough to know what she'd do If she knew the truth about It. Don't you know how It's always pleased her when old people could die 'In harness,' as she says?" The ordeal, or the worst of It, was over. Rose was drooping forlornly forward, one arm clasped around her knees, and she was trying to dry her tears on the sleeve of her nightgown. The childlike pathos of the attitude caught Portia like the surge of a wave. She crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. She'd have come still closer and taken the girl In her arms, but for the fear of starting her crying again. "Yes," Rose said. "That's mother. And I guess she's right about It. It must be horrible to be half-alive to know you're no use and never will be. And you've gone through this all alone without ever giving Rodney and me a chance to help. I don't see why you did that, Portia." "Oh, I saw It was my Job," Portia said. In that cool, dry tone of hers. "It had to bo done, and there was no one else to do It So what was the use of making a fuss?" "Well, there's one thing," Rose said. "I believe It'll do you as much good as mother. Getting a rest. . . . And a nlco little bungalow to live In Just you and mother. ' . . . I I sort of wish I was going, too." Portia laughed a ragged, unnatural sounding laugh that brought a look of puzzled Inquiry from Rose. "Why, nothing," Portia explained "It was just the notion of your leav ing Rodney and all you've got here all the wonderful things you have to do for what well have out there, The Idea of your envying me Is something worth a small laugh, don't you think?" Rose's head drooped lower. Sho burled her face In her hands. "I do envy you," she said. There was a dull, muffled passion In her voice. "Why shouldn't I envy you? You're so cold and certain all the time. You make up your mind what you'll do and you do It I try to do things and Just make myself ridiculous." , "You've got a husband," said Portia In a thin, brittle voice. "That might count for something, I should think." "Yes, and what good am I to hlra?" Rose demanded, "ne can't talk to roe not about his work or anything llko that. And I can't help him any way. I'm something nice for him to make love to, when he feels like do ing It, and I'm a nuisance when 1 make scenes and get tragic. And that's all. That's marriage, I guess, You're the lucky one, Portia." Tho silence hud lasted a good while before Rose noticed thut Portia hnd not stirred; had sat there as rigidly still as a figure carved In Ivory. Becoming aware of that, she raised her head. Portia wasn't looking at her, but down at her own clenched hands. "It needed Just that I suppose," she beard her older sister say between almost motionless lips. "I thought It was pretty complete before, but It took that to mako It perfect that you think I'm the lucky one lucky never to have had a husband, or anyone else, for that matter, to love me. And lucky now, to have to give up tho only substitute I had for that." "Portlu!" Rose cried out, for the mordant, alkaline bitterness In her sis ter's voice, nnd the tragic Irony In her face, was almost terrifying. Rut the outcry might never huve been uttered for any effect It hud. "I hoped this wouldn't happen," the words camo steadily on, one at a time. "I hoped I could get this over and get away out of your life altogether without letting It happen. Rut I can't Perhups It's Just as well per haps It may do you some good. Rut that's not why I'm doing It I'm do ing It for myself. Just for once, I'm going to let go! You won't llko It You're going to get hurt." Roso drew herself erect nnd a curi ous change went over her fuce, so that "I'm Something Nice for Him to Make Love To." you wouldn't hnve known she'd been crying. She drew In n long breoth nnd said, very steadily: "Tell me. I shn'n't try to get away." "A man came to our house one day to collect a bill," Portia went on, qulte.ns If Roso hadn't spoken. "Moth er was out, and I was at home. I was seventeen then, getting ready to go to Vassar. You were only seven I suppose you were at school. Anyhow, I was at home, and I let him In, and he made a fuss. I knew we weren't rich, of course I never had quite enough pocket money. But the Idea of an old unpaid grocery bill made me sick. I talked things over with mother the next day told her I wasn't going to college said I was going to get a Job. I got her to let me run all the accounts after that, and to attend to everything. And I got a Job and be gan paying my way within a week." "If I hnd a thing like that to re member," said Rose unsteadily, "I'd never forget to be proud of it so long as I lived." "I wish I could be proud of It," said Portia. "But I couldn't help making a sort of grievance of It, too. In all these years I've always made mother c.frald of me always made her feel that I was somehow contemptuous of her work and Ideas. ' I grubbed away until I got things straightened out, so that her Income was enough to live on enough for her to live on. I'd pulled her through. Rut then . . ." "But then there was roe," said Rose. "I thought I was going to let you go," Portia went on Inflexibly. "But things didn't come out that way at least I couldn't make up my mind to make them so you went to tho uni versity. I paid for that, and I paid for your trousseau, and then I was through." Rose was trembling, but she didn't flinch. "Wh-what was it," sho asked quietly, "what was It that might have been different and wasn't? Was it was It somebody you wanted to marry that you gave up so I could have my chance?" Portia's hard little laugh cut like a knife. "You hnve always thought roe cold," she said. 'Co has mother. I'm not, really. I'm the other way. I don't believe there ever was a girl that wanted love and marriage more than I. A man did want me to marry hlra at last and for a while I thought I would. Just Just for the sake of mar rying somebody. He wasn't much, but he was someone. But I knew I'd come to hate him for not being someone else, and I couldn't make up my mind to It So I took you on Instead. "I stopped hoping, you see, nnd tried to forget all about It. And, In a way, I succeeded. I was beginning to get real Jobs to do big Jobs for big people, and It was exciting. Thut made It easier to forget. I was begin ning to think that some day I'd earn my way Into the open, big sort of life that your new friends have had for nothing. And then, t week ago, there came the doctor and cut off that chance. "And yet" she leaned suddenly forward, and the passion that had been suppressed In her voice till now, leaped up Into flame "and yet can you tell me what I could have done differently? I've lived the kind of life they preach about a life of 'noble sacrifice.' It hasn't ennobled me. It's made me petty mean sour. It's withered me up. Look at tho differ ence between us I Look at you with your big, free spnclousness your pow er of loving and attracting love! Why, you even love me, now, In spite of all I've said this morning. I've envied you that I've almost hated you for It "No, that's a lie! I've wanted to. Tho only thing I could ever hate you for would be for falling. You've got to mako good! You've had my share as well as yours you're living my life as well as yours. I'm the brunch they cut off so that you could grow. If you give up and let the big thing slip out of your bunds the way you were talking this morning, because you'ro too weak to hold It and huven't pluck enough to fight for It . . ." "Look nt me," suld Rose. Tho words rang like a command upon a bnttlefleld. I'ortla looked. Rose's blue eyes were bluzlng. "I won't do that," she said very quietly. "I promise you that" Then tho hard determination In her face changed to something soft' er, nnd as If Portia's resistance count ed no more than that of a child, she pulled her sister up in her arms and held her tight. And so, at last, Portia got the relief of tears. The breach of misunderstand ing widens between Rose and Rodney. Rodney longs for his old free life and Rose thinks that the Is a useless butterfly. An unusually Interesting scene Is described In the next install ment. (TO BIS CONTINUED.) HOW DIFFERENT SHIPS SINK Nearly Every Class or Design of Ves sel Has a Particular Way of Going Down. Nearly every class or design of vos; sel sinks In a particular way, For In stance, the old type of single-bottom steamers, with few or no bulkhends thut Is, In the modern sense of the term almost lnvarlubly founders on more or less of an' even keel, which means that they sink level, nnd not with their bow or stern up In the nlr, London Tit-Bits says. This Is accounted for by the fact that nt whatever point tho water may enter, It pructlcully finds It own level, as there are no subdivisions to ob struct It. Now, In the case of a modern ves sel, which Is built with numerous sub divisions, It Invariably huppens that she founders with her bow or stern high out of the water; or else sho sinks with a heavy list, or cant to one side or the other. The reason for this is that the bulkheads prevent the water which enters the vessel from finding Its level; consequently, when one par ticular portion of the ship Is full of water, while the remainder Is prac tically watertight, that part which Is water luden sinks first, owing to Its greater weight It Is for this reason thnt such terri ble 1 083 of life frequently occurs In modern shipwrecks. Owing to the un even sinking, It is often found Impos sible to lower the majority of the life boats, as they would full to reach tho water. - Seaplanes Fold Their Wings. Owing to the lurgo number of sea planes employed by the entente naval forces in the present war, especially In the waters of the near East, the Brit ish and French aircraft designers have developed a special type of hy droplane provided with folding wings, notes the Scientific American. This feature results In a great saving of space on board a warship or special mother ship when n lurge number of seaplanes are carried. The wings are hinged to the fuselnge so that they can be swung back when the craft Is to be stored away, yet tho seaplune can be made ready and equipped for sustained service In tho spuce of a few minutes by the aviator and his corps of as sistants. Analyzing Waters. Mineral waters are easily analyzed by means of the spectroscope, at shown by M. Jacques Bardet, and this Is likely to prove one of the best meth ods for this work. He sends a beaut of light through the water to be an alyzed and thence through tho spec troscope prism, In order to permit of examining the spectrum, this method revealing very minute traces of met als. He finds the most varied metals In different samples of mineral water, and even the rarest metals, such us germanium and gallium, which are very rarely found In nature. Might Feel Badly. Mrs. Flatbush See how that hen holds up Its head? Mrs. Bensonhurst Don't speak so loud; It will hear you. It doesn't know we ore boycotting Its product Also Substitute for Thirst Can't our scientists find some rub stltute for an appetite? BultU4ve American. Of Chile's 187,000,000 acres of land only about 23,000,000 am be cultivated. Mlwional SHAM Lesson By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director ol the Sunday School Course In the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) ' (Copyrlfht, HIT. Wnlirn Newspsper Union.) LESSON FOR JUNE 24 THE PURPOSE OF JOHN'S GOSPEL (REVIEW READ JOHN 21:15-25.) REVIEW Read John 21:15-25. GOLDEN TEXT These ore written, that you might believe that Jesus Is the Christ, the Son of God; and that bellev lag ye might have life through hl name. -John :J1. -There are a variety of methods to be followed In reviewing tho work of the past six months nnd to give va riety. Teachers of classes, or super intendents of schools, may select one or combine several, as their Judgment dlctntes. Of course, the euslest way Is to procure a good speaker who Is familiar with the Gospel of John .ind the lessons of the pnst quarter, and let him bring out In the review Its most outstanding and salient features. One method would be to huve one minute tulks cither by members of the class or persons selected from tho school. Each of twelve scholars could be assigned one minute, each to have one of the lessons of the past quar ter. Another good way woild be to take the outstundlng and significant verses from the lessons of the quarter, not the golden text, but verses which seem to emphnslze the outstundlng features of the six months' work. "Behold tho Lamb of God," (Ch. 1 :30) : "Ye must be born agnln," (3:7); "Come seo a man which told me all things that ever I did; is not this the Christ?" (4:2!)) : "Verily, verily I suy unto you, he that hearcth my word and belleveth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life and shall not come Into condemnation but Is passed from death unto life," (5: 24). "I must work the works of him that sent ine while It Is day; tho night cometh when no man cun work ; "I am the light of the world ; "He Is of age, let him speak for himself; "One thing I know, that, whereas I wus blind, now I can see." Thus go on through the Gospel and take the significant texts In this way. It will not do to take too muny texts or go over too many verses, or perhaps cover nil of eoeh verse. Another method of review would be, portlcularly In the adult classes, to have eueh lesson with Its present-day emphasis. For Instance, the past quur ter: Lesson 1 The Christian In his dealing with blindness. Lesson 2 Modern wonders of healing. and medi cal missions. Lesson 3 The shep herding of church members. Lesson 4 Do we know how to give? Lesson 5 Is Christ supreme In our national life? Lesson 0 Ambition nnd Its cure. Lesson 7 The world's good springing from Christ. Lesson 8 Temperance reform. Lesson 0 Tho Holy Spirit In everyday life. Lesson 10 How Christ Is betrayed and denied today. Lesson 11 The uplifting power of tho cross. Lesson 12 Why men believe In Im mortality. A good method of review would be to have someone take up each of the golden texts, announcing It In advance that pupils may be prepared for this method. The teacher would write the texts of the quarter, each on a sepa rate pleco of cardboard, and lay them face down on a table; pupils would then draw the golden texts,, one at a time, and tell what the lesson Is to which this text belongs, giving as full an account of the lesson as possible, the teacher helping out with questions where necessary. It will be of great value to the pu pils If they can get In this review a clenr outline of the main events of Christ's Inst weeks upon earth, cov ered particularly by the past quarter. There are forty standing events of the past quarters: (1) The healing of the man born blind ; (2) Jesus the good Shepherd ; (3) Jesus sending forth the seventy; (4) Jesus In Bereu; (5) The raising of Lazarus; (0) The ten lep ers healed ; (7) Bortlmaeus at Jericho ; (8) Jesus visits Zaccheus; (0) Jesus anointed by Mary; (10) The fig tree; (11) Triumphal entry; (12) Cleaning the temple; (13) Weeping over Jeru salem; (14) Tho widow's mite; (15) The Greeks seek Jesus ; (10) Prepara tion lor the pnssover; (17) Washing the disciples' feet; (18) The Lord's supper; (10) The farewell discourse; (207 Tho foewell prayer; (21) The agony In Gethsemane; (22) Judas be trays Jesus; (23) The arrest of Je sus; (24) Peter denies Jesus; (25) Jesus before Annnlns; (2G) Jesus be fore Colphas; (27) Jesus before the Snnhedrln; (28) The mocking of Je sus; (29) Jesus before Pilate; (30) Jesus before Herod; (31) Pilate con demns Jesus; (32) The sorrowful wait; (33) Tho crucifixion; (34) The seven Inst words; (35) Jesus dies; (30) Burial; (37) Resurrection; (38) Appears to Mary; (30) Appearance during tho forty days; (40) Tho os censlon. As brought out heretofore, John sets forth the purpose of this Gospel ; namely, that "Jesus Is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing on him we might have everlasting life, eternal life In his name." (See golden text). Whatever method be the review, we must constantly keep before us the Idea to make Jesus as real as If we were with him as his disciples. The word Is now dwelling among us "full of grace and truth, giving dully of his fulness, nnd grace for grace." Jesus exhausted the language In giving us comparisons and shuttles; he is the way, the truth, the life, the bread, the shepherd, the door, the water of life ; and la each of these he sets forth some attribute, some manifestation of his life, for he was the way; he him self Is the life, the source of life, the life Itself; the true life on earth und tho eternal life which Is to abide for ever. Tho entire review centers about Jesus Christ. A map would bo- of help. sick raw CRYING Restored to Health Li r d:i.i .. 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Galsworthy woum-. luto an ethical ..i..t 0nm. nr matrix tures. Mr. Howell one might hnve essnyod wr wouiu iiuve un-" of getting the right va o er dabs blues on -'""" green by nciuwK i" ft - vicnr ot " ..... iwivii.mtsn " there Is no such thln . on the continent, t' .... ninnp novelists uo not the schoolgirl, as American product nu , d Sedgwick, in tne a- A torpta Hvf ,"a',,",0', r food assimilation. To" ' ""(nil Vrlcht'a Indian ftxettm fsntly and surslr aoy, . . . iar Girl won..- i iTM.il- nnnnt 1WW . plan to Impose on ext elors, we are frank to i (, one for many years, tn Topeka Capital- , . ....nil' T It atara nnt TOT ,ir4 bunko man the nveraS 'J bo able to save When Vour Eves C Tmi MnrinA y6., n Drimuinta or colt' UUltlNEEltt 111 II 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 il I
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