to L nt 3 3 IR i LLL » ivi “ A t i ir A oy 1 : % 4 \ A \ \ A X \ | : \ : \ A} XN y 3 * Cm \ % % 3 5 \ ~ i ; 3 ——— ee ———————————————— — a Bn fl ame i i lklaal EE . — ll X RES % Mary had a little lamb, The Diamond Lens lives and intellects. rg | the act of conjugation} any true gen- | “Ah! more than that, more than that,” | been Biology; but this theory was soon She sold it to the Trust | As I grew up my parents, Wika saw | erative act, without whEh Bo pn he answered, with an air of some alarm. | doomed to be destroyed. I wrote on my Mary's clipping coupons now | but little likelihood of anything practici.s | rising to any stage of ke gher Tham “She related to me’ things— But,” he | slip—still concealing it from Mrs. Vul- And her scissors never rust. A Fascinating Story of resulting from the examinaton of bits of | \ ‘egetable can be said toe complete. | , dded. after a pause, and suddenly | pes—a ~N Fy 4 ac , i 210208Y, . 5 = . still goes on. The war in Africa 1s not was their desire that I should enter the | the assertivng of Mr. W and oth- | ie that it has not my’ credence. But I.—Can the microscope be brought to yet concluded. Other nations are get- I 2 counting room of my uncle, Ethan Blake, | ers, that my explanatioff Was the result why are we here, mon ami? It has oc- | perfection? ting ready to fight, and this reminds us of the wonderful beneficence of a Christian civilization. ‘Congress has ‘passed a law making it a criminal offense to play ball in the. District of Columbia on Sunday. Thank Heaven they have put no restrictions on the High Ball! ‘Mark Hanna says his friend Rathbone is innocent.’ in Hanna's character to so declare, and his conduct in securing bail, a new trial, a ‘revision of the law, speak volumes, not only for the indefatigable labor of the Senator, but also for the faith- that | is ‘in “him as well as the goodness of his heart. Congressman Loud, of California; has charge of the bill introduced in Con- gress providing for an increase of pay for letter carriers. We hope the Con- gressman will report in favor of the bill. If it is worth $5000 a year to de- liver speeches in Congress, it is easy to figure out what the man ought to have who delivers them to the long suffering constituents. By all means raise their pay. T This is going to be a hard year. We have had volcano eruptions in the West Indies; a tornado in Texas, a coal strike in Pennsylvania, a cave-in of a mine ‘in Tennessee, a cloudburst in Wisconsin, the 17-year locusts in Mary- land and now Congress says it will not adjourn for another month. There is but: little solace in the reflection that Carrie Nation is in jail. Ha It is reasonably sure that the out- rageous free seed distribution will never be abandoned until congressmen "find some substitute by which they .can reach their constituents in’ an complimentary way. They are-an affront to ordinary intelligence. Every farmer who receives these: relatively ‘worthless seeds should come out boldly, resemt this so-called bid for future support and notify his representative at Washington that he would acknowledge receipt through the ballot box by voting against him. 5 That rural free delivery has brought farm life into closer relations with the. active business world, is everywhere conceded. Congress shows a willingness to be fairly liberal with appropriations for extending the service. And well it may. The postmaster general last year said that this service had become a potent educational force, had increased the general intelligence and enhanced farm values. Next in order should be a carefully arranged parcels post sys- tem, enabling one to send small packages at low cost with as.little difficulty as the forwarding of a letter. The postal congress league, ‘with James L. Cowles of Farmington, Ct., secretary, nioting the cause looking toward fayor- able action by congress. - ree fee eee Flora—TI'm writing to tell Jack that I didn’t mean what I said in my last letter. : Dora—What did you say in you last letter? ; TFlora—That I didn’t mean what I said in the one before.—Brooklyn Life. Bridget and’ Pat wile sitting in an armchair reading an article on “The Law of Conipensation.” “Just fancy!” exclaimed Bridget, * c- cordin’ to this, whin a mon loses wan av- ‘is sinses another:.gits more developed. For instance, a bloind mon gits more sinse av he'rin’ an’ touch an’ “Shure, an’ it’s quite thrue,” exclaim- ed Pat. “Oi’'ve noticed it meself. Whin a2 mon has wan leg shorter than the other, begorra the other’s longer.”— Philadelphia Times. ”» 3 A story that might be true of purchas- ing agents in more than one city is told by the Brooklyn Eagle. One need not question its verity too closely, for it has enough of humor to make it worth retelling. A physician on the city health commis- sion ordered five pounds of sponges. In the course ‘of time he received two sponges that together weighed less than a pound. Later he received a voucher for him to sign in order that the con- tractor might get his pay from the city. The physician refused to sign it. “Why won't you sign?” asked the contractor. “Because the order calls for five pounds, and the sponges you sent me don’t weigh more than five ounces.” “Nonsense, man! I weighed them myself.” ; “Go did I. If you don’t believe my figures, there are the sponges. Weigh them yourself.” What!” cried the contractor, looking at the shrunken sponges. “You don’t mean to say you weighed them dry!” It is a distinguished mark is pro-. From a very early period of my life the entire bent of my inclinations had been towards microscopic investigations: When I was not more than -ten years old, a distant relative of our family, hoping to astonish my inexperience, con- structed a simple microscope for me; by drilling in a disk of copper a small hole, in which a drop of pure water was sus- tained by capillary attraction. This very primitive apparatus, magnifying some 50 diameters, presented, it is true, only in-, distinct and imperfect forms, but still sufficiently .wonderful ‘to ‘work up my imagination to a preternatural: state of excitement. ! Seeing me so interested in this rude instrument, ‘my’ cousin® explaned to me all that he knew about the principles’ of the microscope, related to me a few of the wonders which had been accomplish- ed through its agency, and ended by promising me one regularly constructed, immediately on his return to the city. [ counted the days, the hours, the min-' utes, that intervened between that prom- ise and his departure. Meantime I was not idle. Evey i trans- parent substafice that bore the remotest resemblance~to a lens 1 eagerly seized upon and employed in vain attempts to realize that instrument, the theory ‘of whose construction I .as yet only. vague- ly comprehended. All panes of glass containing those oblate spheroidal knots familiarly known as “bull’s eyes” were ruthlessly destroyed, in the hope of ob- taining lenses of marvelous power. 1 even went so far as to extract the crys- talline humor from the eyes of fishes and animals, and endeavored to press it into the microscopic service. I plead guilty to having stolen the glasses from my Aunt Agatha’s spectacles, with a dim idea of grinding them into lenses of wondrous magnifying properties, = in which attempt it is scarcely necessary to say that I totally failed. At last the promised instrument came. It was of that order known as Field's simple microscope, and had cost perhaps about fifteen dollars. As far as educa- tional purposes went, a better apparatus could not have been selected. Accom- panying it was a small treatise on the mi- croscopé,—its history, uses, and discov- eries. I comprehended then for the first time the “Arabian Nights’ Entertain- ments.” © The dull veil of ordinary ex- istence that hung across the world seem- ed to roll away,and to lay bare a land of enchantments. [ felt towards my com- panions as the seer might feel towards the ordinary masses of men. [I held conversations with Nature in a tongue which they could not understand. I was in. daily: communication with living won- ders, such: as they never imagined in their wildest visions. | penetrated be- yond the external portal of things, and roamed through the sanctuaries. Where they beheld only a drop of rain siowly rolling “down the window-glass. I saw a universe. of beings .animated with all the passions commons to>physical life, and convulsing their ‘minute sphere with struggles asi fierce ‘and protracted as ‘those of men. «In the common spots of ‘mould, which my’ mother, gbéd: »house- keeper that was, fiefcely scooped away from} afm pots, theres abode for me, under the. name of mildew, en- chanted gardens, avenues of the densest’ foliage and most astonishing verdure, while from the fan- tastic boughs of these ‘microscopic for- ests hung strange fruits glittering with green and silver and gold. It was no scientific thirst that at this time filled my mind. It was the pure en- ‘joyment of a poet to whom a world of wonders had been disclosed. I talked of my solitary pleasures to none. Alone with my microscope, I dimmed my sight, day after day and night after night poring over the marvels which it un- folded to me. I was like one who, hav- ing existing in all its primitive glory, should resclve to enjoy it in solitude, and never betray to mortal the secret of its lo- cality. this moment. a microscopist. Of course, like every novice, I fancied myself a discoverer. 1 was ignorant at the time of the thousands of acute in- tellects engaged in the same pursuit as myself, and with the advantages of in- struments a thousand times more power- ful than mine. The names of Leeuwen- hoek, Williamson, Spencer, Ehrenberg, Schultz, Dujardin, Schact, and Schlei- den were then entirely unknown to me, or if known, I was ignorant of their patient and wonderful researches. In every fresh specimen of Crytogamia which I placed beneath my instrument I believed that I discovered wonders of which the world was as yet ignorant. I remember well the thrill of delight and admiration that shot through me the first time that I discovered the common wheel-animalcule (Rotifera vulgaris)ex- panding and contracting its flexible spokes, and seemingly rotating through the water. Alas! as I grew older, and obtained 1 destined myself to be filled with ‘dells and | discovered the ancient Eden still | The tod of my life was bent at | inactively on the shelves of my labora- | some works treating of my | favorite study, I found that I was only | on the threshold of a science to the in- vestigation of which some of the great- | est men of the age were devoting their |r | a prosperous merchant, who carried on business in New York. This suggestion 1 decisively combated. I had no taste for trade; I should only make a failure; in short, I refused to’become a merchant. But 1t was necessary for me to select sorie pursuit. -. My parents were staid New England .people, who insisted -on the necessity of labor; and therefore, although, thanks to the bequest of my poor Aunt Agatha, I should, on coming of age, inherit a small fortune sufficient "to place me above want, it was decided, that, instead of waiting for this, I should act the nobler part, and employ the in- tervening years in rendering myself ir dependent. ! After much cogitation'T complied with the wishes of my family, and selected a profession. I det¢rmined to study medicine at the New York Academy. This disposition’ of my future suited me. A removal from my relatives would en- able me to dispose of my time as I pleased, without fear of detection. As. long as IT paid my Academy fees, I might shirk attending the lectures, if 1 chose; and as I never had the remotest intenton of standing an examination, there was. no danger of my being “plucked.” = Besides; a metropolis was the place.for the. There I could obtain excellent instruments, the newest pub- lications, intimacy with men of pursuits kindred: to my own,—in short, all things necessary to insure a profitable devotion of my life to my beloved science. I had an abundance of money,.iew desires that were not bounded by my illuminating mirror on one side and my object-glass on the other; what, therefore, was to prevent my becoming an illustrious in- |- vestigator. of the veiled worlds? It was with the mest buoyant hopes that I left my New England home and established myself in. New York. El THE LONGING LOR MAN OF My first Sid was, of course, to find suitable’ apartinents. These I obtained, after a couple of days’ search, in Fourth avenue; a very prefty, second-floor un- barainl containng sitting room, bed- room, and a smaller apartment which I intended to fit up as a laboratory. I furnished my lodgings simply, but rather elegantly, and then devoted all my ener- gies to the adornment of the temple of my worship. I visited Pike, the cele- brated optician, and passed in review his splendid collection of microscopes,— Field's -Compound, Higham’s, Spencer’s, Nachet’s Binocular (that founded on the principles of the stereoscope,) and at length fixed upon that form known as as Spencer’s Trunnion Microscope, as combining the greatest number of im- provements with an almost perfect free- dom from tremor. Along with this I purchased every possible accessory,—mi- crometers, draw-tubes, a cemera lucida, lever stage, achromatic condensers, white cloud illuminators, prisms, = parabolic condensers, polarizing apparatus, forceps, quatic boxes, fish-tubes, with a host of other articles, all of which would have been useful in the hands of an experi- enced microscopist, but, as I afterwards discovered, were not of the slightest present value to me. It takes years to know how to use a complicated micro- scope. The optician looked suspiciously it me as 1 made these wholesale pur- chases. He evidently was uncertain whether to set me down as some scien- tific celebrity or a madman. 1 think he inclined to the latter belief. 1 suppose I "was mad. Every great genius is mad upon the subject in whch he is great- est. The unsuccessful madman is dis- graced, and called a lunatic. Mad or not, I set-myself to work with a zeal which few scientific students have ever equaled. relative to the delicate study upon which | I had embarked,—a study involving the most earnest patience, the most rigid analytic powers, the steadiest hand, the | most untiring eye, the most refined and subtle manipulation. For a long time half my apparatus lay { tory, which was now most amply fur- | nished with every possible contrivance for facilitating my investigations. * The fact was that I did not know how to use some of my scientific accessories,— never having been taught microscopes,— and those whose use I understood theo- retically were of little avail, until by practice I could attain the necessary delicacy of handling. Still, such was the fury of my ambition, such the untir- ing perseverance of my experiments, that, difficult of credit as it may be, in the course of one year I became theoret- ically and practically an accomplished microscopist. During this period of my labors, in which I submitted specimens of every substance that came under my observa- tion to the action of my lenses, I be- came a discoverer,—in a small way, it is true, for I was very young, but still a discoverer. It was I who destroyed Ehrenberg’s theory that the Volvox glo- bator, was an animal, and proved that his “monads’” with stomachs and eyes were merely phases of the formation of a vegetable cell, and were, when they reached their mature state; incapable of ‘| aginary microscopes of power, with which I seemed to pierce | A 4 . la iife of agonizing mental toil would of an optical %{jysion But. notwithstu ,#ng these discover- ies, laboriously and painfully made as they. were, 1 felt horribly dissatisfied. At every step I found myself stopped by the imperfections of my instruments. Like all active microscopists, I gave my ‘maginzation full play. Indeed, it is a common complaint against many -such, that they supply the defects of their instruments with the creations of their brains. I imagined depths beyond depths in Nature which the limited power of my lenses prohibited me from exploring. 1'lay awake at night constructing im- immeasurable through all the envelopes of matter down o its original atom.» How 1 cursed those imperfect mediums which neces- sity through ignorance compelled me to use! How I longed to discover the se- cret of some perfect lens whose magni- fying power should be limited only by the resolvability of the object, and which at the same time should be free from spherical and chromatic aberrations, in short from all the obstacles over which the poor microscopist finds himself con- tinually stumbling! I felt convinced that the simple microscope, composed of a single lens of such vast yet perfect, power, was possible of construction. To attempt to bring the compound micro- scope up to such a pitch would have been commencing at the wrong end; this latter being simply a partially suc- cessful endeavor to remedy those very defects of the simple instrument, which, if conquered, would leave nothing to be desired. It was in this mood of mind that I became a constructive microscopist. Af- ter another year passed in this new pur- suit, experimenting on every imaginable substance,—glass, gems, flints, crystals, artificial crystals formed of the alloy of various vitreous materials,—in. short, having constructed as many varieties of lenses as Argus had eyes, I found my- self precisely where I started, with noth- ing gained save an extensive knowledge of glass-making. I was almost dead with despair. My parents were sur- prised at my apparent want of progress in my medical studies, (I had not at- tended one lecture since my arrival in the city,) and the expenses of my mad pursuit -had been so great as to em- barrass me very seriously. . I was in this frame of mind one day, ex- perimenting in my laboratory on a small diamond,—that stone, from its great re- fracting power, having always occupied my attention more than any other—when a young Frenchman, who lived on the floor above me, and who was in the habit of occasionally visiting me, entered the room. I think that Jules Simon was a Jew. acter; a love of jewelry, of dress, and of good living. There was something mysterious about him. He always had something to sell, and yet went into excellent society. When I say sell, I should perhaps have said peddle; for his operations were generally confined to the disposal of single articles,—a picture, for instance, or i carving in ivory, or a ‘pair of duelling pistols, or the dress of a Mexican caballero. When I was first furnishing my rooms he paid me a visit, which ended in my purchasing an antique silver lamp, which he assured me Cellini,—it was handsome enough even for that,—and some other knick-knacks for my sitting room. Simon should pursue this petty trade I never could imagine. was a of the best houses in the city,—taking I had everything to learn | suppose. to drive no the enchanted circle of I came at length to the this peddling was but | a mask to cover some greater object, and even went so far as to believe my young | care, however, 1 | bargains within | the Upper Ten. | conclusion that | | acquaintance to be implicated in the | slave trade. That, however, was none | of my affair. | On the present occasion, Simon en- tered my room in a state of consider- able ‘excitement. “Ah! mon ami!” he cried, before I could even offer him the ordinary salu- tation, “it has vccurred to me to be the witness of the most astonishing things in the world. I promenade myself to the house of Madame —— How does the little animal—Ie Yenard-—name himself in the Latin?” “Vulpes,” I answered. “Ah! yes,—Vulpes. I promenade my- self to the house of Madame Vulpes.” “The spirit medium?” “Yes, the great medium. Great Heav- ens! what a woman! I write on a slip of paper many of questions concerning affairs the most secret,—affairs that con- ceal themselves in the abysses of my heart the most profound; and behold! by example! what occurs! This devil of a woman makes me replies the most truthful to all of them. She talks to me of things that I do not love to talk of to myself. What am I to think? I am fixed to the earth!” “Am I to understand you, M. Simon, that this Mrs.Vulpes replied to questions secretly written by you, which questions related to events known only to your- self?” He had many traits of the Hebrew char-- He apparently | speaking had plenty of money, and had the entree | curred to me to discover the most beauti- ful thing as you can imagine,—a vase with green lizards on it, composed by the great ‘Bernard Palissy.” ‘It is in my apartment; let us mount. I go to show it to you.” I followed Simon mechanically; but my thoughts were far from Palissy and his enamelled ware, although I, like him, was seeking in the dark after a great discovery. This casual mention of the spiritualist, Madame Vulpes, set me on a new track. What if this spiritualism should be really a great fact? What if, through communication with sybtler or- ganisms than my own, I could reach, at a single bound, the goal which perhaps never enable me to attain? While purchasing the Palissy vase from my friend Simon, I was mentally arranging a visit je Madame Vulpes. of an ample fee, I found Madame Vul- pes awaiting me at her residence alone. She was a coarse-featured woman, with. a keen and rather cruel dark eye, and an exceedingly sensual expression about her mouth and under jaw. She received me in perfect silénce, in an apartment on the ground floor, very: sparely fur- nished. In the centre of the room, close to where Mrs. Vulpes sat, there was a common round mahogany table. If T had come for the purpose of sweeping her chimney, the woman could not have looked more indifferent to my appear: ance. There was no attempt to inspire the visitor with any awe. Everything bore‘a simple and practical aspect. This intercourse with the spiritual world was evidently as. familiar an occupation with Mrs: Vulpes as eating her dinner or riding in an omnibus.’ * “You come for a.communication; Mr.. Linley?” said the medium, in a dry, business-like tone of voice. “By appointment—yes,” pl “What sort of communication do you you want?—a written one?” “Yes! “wisti-for a written one” * “From any particular spirit?” “Yes.” “Have you ever known this spirit on this earth?” “Never. He died before I was born. I wish merely to obtain from him some information which he ought to be able to give better than any other.” “Will you seat yourself at the table, Mr. Linley,” said the medium, “and place your hands upon it?” I obeyed—Mrs. Vulpes being seated opposite me, with her hands also on the table. ‘We remained. thus for about a minute and a half, when a violent suc- cession of raps came on the table, on the back of my chair, on the floor im- mediately under my feet, and even on the window panes. Mrs. Vulpes: smiled composedly. “They are very strong tonight,” she remarked. “You are fortunate.” She then continued, “Will the spirits com- municate with this gentleman?” Vigorous ‘affirmative. “Will the particular spirit he desires to speak with communicate?” A very confused rapping followed this question. “1 know what they mean,” Vulpes, addressing: herself to me; said Mrs. “they ~~" | wish you to write down the name of Why | the particular spirit that you desire to converse with. Is that so?” she added, to her invisible guests. That it was so was evident from the numerous affirmatory responses. While this was going on I tore a slip from my pocketbook and scribbled a name under the table. “Will this spirit communicate in writ ing with this gentleman?” asked the medium once more. After a moment’s pause her hand seemed to be seized with a violent tre- | shaking so forcibly that the table | mor, vibrated. seized her handed her some sheets of paper that were on the table, and a pencil. The latter she held loosely in her hand, which presently began the paper with a singular and seemingly involuntary motion. After a few mo- ments had elapsed she handed me the paper, on which I found written, in a large, uncultivated hand, the words, “He is not here, but has been sent for.” A pause of a minute or so now ensued, during which Mrs. Vulpes remained per- fectly silent, but the raps continued at regular intervals. When the short pe- riod IT mention had elapsed, the hand of the medium was again seized with its convulsive tremor, and she wrote, under this strange influence, a few words on the paper, which she handed to me. They were as follows: “I am here. Question me. “LEEUWENHOEK.” I was astounded. The name was iden- tical with that I had written bereath the table, and carefully kept concealed. Neither was ‘it at all probable that an uncultivated woman like Mrs. Vulpes should know ever the name of the great father of ‘'mieroscopics. - It may “have She said that a spirit had | hand and would write. I | to move over | Spirit—Yes. I—Am I destined to accomplish this great task? Spirit—You are. I.—I wish to know how to proceed to attain this end. For the love which you bear to science, help me! A diamond of one hundre¢ and ‘forty karats, submitted to ciectro magnetic currents for a long period. wi! experience a rearrangement of its atoms inter se, and from that stone you will form the universal lens. I.—Will great discoveries result from the use of stich a léns? Spirit.—So great that all that has gone before is as nothing. I.—But the refractive power of the diamond is so immense, that the image will be formed within the lens. How is that difficulty to be surmounted? Spirit—Pierce the" lens through its : | axis, and the difficulty is obviated. The THE SPIRIT OF LEEUWENHOECK | Two evenings after this, thanks to an | arrangement by letter and the promise | image will be formed in the pierced space, which will itself serve as a tube to look through. Now I am called. ‘ood might! T cannot at all describe the effect | that these extraordinary communications had upon me. I felt completely bewil- dered. No biological theory could ac- count for the discovery of the lens. The nredium might, by means of biolog- ical rapport with my mind, have gone to them Coherently.. But Biology could ‘not enable her to discover that mag- netic currents would so alter the crystals of the diamond as to remedy its previous defects, and admit of its being polished mto a perfect lens. Some such theory may have passed through my head, it is true; but if so, I had forgotten it. Im my excited condition of mind there was no course left but to become a convert, and’ it was in a state of the most painful nervous exaltation that T Teft the me- dium’s house that evening. She ac- companied me to the door, hoping that I was satisfied. , The raps followed us tas we. went ‘through-the hall, sounding ‘on the balusters, the flooring, and evem the lintels of the door. I hastily ex- . pressed my satisfaction,and escaped hur- riedly into the cool night air. I walked home with but one thought possessing: me—how to obtain a diamond of the immense size required. My entire means multiplied a Hundred times over would have been inadequate to its purchase. Besides, such stones are rare, and Be- come historical. T could find’ such only in the regalia: of Eastern or European monarchs. TV. THE EYE OF MORNING There was a light in Simon’s roomy as I entered my house. A vague im- pulse urged me to visit him. As I open- ed the door of his. sitting room, unan- nounced, he was bending, with his back toward me, over a carcel lamp, appar- ently engaged in minutely examining some object which he held in his hands. As I entered he started suddenly, thrust his hand into his breast pocket, and turned to me with a face crimson with confusion. “What!” T cried, “poring over the miniature of some fair lady? Well, don't blush so much; IT won't ask to see it.” Simon laughed awkwardly enough, but made none of the negative protestations usual on such occasions. He asked me to take a seat. “Simon,” said I, “I have just come from Madame Vulpes.” | This time Simon turned as white as a | sheet, and seemed stupefied, as if a sud- den electric shock had smitten him. He | babbled some incoherent words,and went | hastily to a small closet where he usu- lly kept his liquors. Although aston- | ished at his emotion, T was too preoc- | cupied with my own idea to pay much | attention to anything else. “You say truly when you call Ma- | dame Vulpes a devil of a woman,” I continued. “Simon, she told me won- derful things tonight, or rather was the means of telling me wonderful things. Ah! if T could only get a dia- mond that weighed one hundred and forty karats!” Scarcely had the sigh with which I uttered this desire died upon my lips, when Simon, with the aspect of a wild beast, glared at me savagely, and rush- ing to the mantelpiece, where some for- eign weapons hung on the wall, caught up a Malay creese, and brandished it furiously before him. “No!” he cried in French, into which he always broke when excited. “No! you shall not have it! You are perfidi- ous! You have consulted with that de- mon, and desire my treasure! But I will die first! Me!'I ath brave! You cannot make me fear!” All this, uttered in a loud voice trem- bling with excitement, astounded me. 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