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PENA TSOP APTS OPP IEP ORY - SPATS REPT ITSP INI IOTAIINILE “PUSSUM.” An Amusing Story of a Stray Cat Who Walked Up a Screcn- Door and Into the Hearts of the Family Within. UB CATIA T= IA TIS He came to us in his early life, dur- ing the first summer of our suburban residence. He was not an ostentatious cat, but a bedrabbled and bleary-eyed shred of gray that sat guarding our milk bottles one morning when I opened the back door. Indeed, I have seldom seen a more forlorn specimen than was our stately “Pussum’” at this the moment of our introduction. Perhaps he was a prodigal that had traveled far, wasting his substance in riotous living. At least he was very foot-sore, and had no substance left that seemed of any value to respect- able people. A vagabond and a tramp, depending on charity and odd jobs to help him on his way, he was doubtless guarding our milk supply with the hope of some slight reward. We didn’t need his protection, but from the depths of my heart and one of the bot- tles a modest salvage was granted. I put some milk in a pan, and he drank it greedily, without thanks. 1 did not invite him in. We had no cat as yet, but we had one planned, and it was not of this design. I hoped that when filled he would fare onward to lay pro- tection and tribute on other milk-bot- tles than ours. I forgot him presently, and was rath- er surprised when somewhat later 1 heard the “little woman’ announce that there was a kitten clinging to the screen door, and crying to come in. I went out to investigate, and and found him half way up the screen. Not being able to get through the wire, he had climbed it. «1t is unnecessary to come in,” I “You can thank me from where you stand, or sit, or whatever you call it. 1 appreciate your desire, now that the pangs of hunger are 2llzve 2d, to make due acknowledgment; but time is precious, and you should be on your way. There are other milk-bottles to be saved. The future is full of them. Besides, it is pleasanter without, and we have no servant within. We are barely settled. We could nct enter- tain you properly, even if we could. Go your way. Get off of our screen door, and hence! Rapidly!” He refused to hence. With food he had acquired vigor, and a voice strong for his size. “Perhaps,” food.” 1 pushed open the screen, and begged him to descend. This was im- possible—he had not planned for re- treat. His tendency was to climb high- er. I was not eager to touch him, but there seemed no aiiernative. 1 de- tached him from the wire, and placed him before the pan. Again he ate. Again, filled with the milk of human kindness, he climbed up to vociferate his thanks and his intentions of abid- ing with us always. I tried to shake him off—it was no use. I unhooked him repeatedly, and replaced him in remote corners of the property. He could beat me back to the screen door, even allowing me as much as ten yards start. We repeat- ed this race, until finally, I beat him. He was fully five steps behind when 1 got my hand on the knob, and he was coming with headway. 1 was rather warm now, and slightly annoyed by his overweening desire to become our guest. With my hand still on the knob, I awaited him grimly. I did not kick him. I would scorn to kick a cat, especially such a cat. I simply lifted him with my foot, and planted him in our experiment garden. He described an arc, and disappeared among the tomato vines. Flinging wide the door, I rushed in, unwilling the result of my e. A sound from behind caused ne to start and turn. He was hatte way up the screen, and going hig 1 opened the poral gently in, little stranger,” I said. jt was the prodigal becam cour household. As the days grew strong and pure Maltese, 1 I said, “he wishes more Vio- at ate ® passed, the beautiful. named him at t somehow *“Maltine;” but this title seemed frivolous, and savored of ad- vertising, whereas ‘Pussum’” came trippingly from the tongue, and ex- pressed mcre affectionately the deep regard and admiration which he pres- ently awakened in us all Whatever may have been his past, it was left be- hind with his bleary eyes and his ema- ciated tail. Both were fine and ex- pressive within the month, and daily he grew in grace and noble self-re- spect. None knew him but to love him, and the gecational mou which I n appr and unfailing appe- token awarde sterling ork tite. I have never seen a cat display more | for mice. For as much eagern as half a day, sometimes, he would watch the empty trap, doubtles VS already tasted and those Sun to «¢ For me to begin setting it wa nal for violent enthusiasm on the part of our faithful mouser, and at morn- ing he invariably rushed fearlessly to the spot where the trap was known to do its most efficient work. There is even a rumor among our ‘precious ones” ‘that “Pussum’ once captured a mouse on his own account. But the testimony in the case is confusing and contradictory. I am forced to believe the reports of this mouse’s death have been “grossly exaggerated.” However this may be, the advent of ‘“Pussum”’ has been much to us all, and if we knew his birthday we would add it to our anniversaries. . “Pussum’ is reliable in ober ways. Even from the beginning he was in- clined to be sober and dignified, and did not destroy frail objects in the wild gambols of kittenhood. I have won- dered sometimes what his earliest days were like—those weeks that must have passed before that memorable morn- ing when I found him protecting our milk supply. Perhaps he never had really known childhood’s happy hour, but only a brief period of bitterness which he was anxious to forget. It is true he would allow the “precious ones” to wheel him about in their lit- tle carriages, and seemed to take com- fort in this apparent frivolity, of which he is still fond. It is his only diver- sion. He was old and reflective even in his ycuth, and the ways of other cats are not his ways. Most young cats, and many old ones, are common thieves, ready to leap on the dinner- table, and grab something the moment your back is turned. ‘‘Pussum” is dis- tinctly uncommon in these matters. He would scorn to make a flying exhibi- tion of himself like that, or te conceal his designs. He even may be left in the dining-room alone with safety. It is only when we are all seated, and general feasting is in progress, that with the aid of a convenient chair he will calmly climb up, and leisurely se- lect such portions of the food as please him. If restrained at those times he regards us with reproach, and contin- ues his selection. If repulsed, he re- tires with dignity, and returns present- ly with renewed determination. After all, he is the same kitten who once climbed the screen door, and rallied to victory from the tomato-vines. But though a hero of perseverance, “Possum’’ is not distinguished as a warrior. He has faith in discretion, and is willing to rely on his speed rather than upon his skill and prowess in conflict. Not that he is a coward— at least, not cravenly so. When once faced in the right direction, I have seen him defy successfully a random dog, or the ten-pound tom “tiger” across the way. His difficulty seems to be in getting into the attitude and di- rection of war. Perhaps his object in running is to get far encugh ahead to enable him to turn around. He does fight, too, for he sometimes bears earmarks of battle. 1 suppose they catch him now and then. On the morn- ing after Thanksgiving he had a lump on his forehead, and still more recent- Iv he returned in a mixed condition of mud and water and. humiliation after a night's absence. He lamented .dis- mally while I had him in the tub, pro- bably explaining how the cyclone had overtaken him before he could make harbor, and giving other valuable tes- timony. One night I heard a violent alter- cation just outside my window, - and when no longer able to restrain my cu- ricsity, I rose and locked into the mocnlight.- A” half-grown tree stands by our sidewalk. .It was late autumn, and the leaves had disappeared. They had been replaced with something larger. 1 did not at first realize what the black bunches were that decorated the several limbs and ferks of the Iit- tle tree. Then one of the bunches moved; then all of them howled. Then 1 observed that it was a tree of cats. On the topmost bough there g and balanced a feline form that evident- ly had been driven to a last retreat, I descended to the Kitchen, and re- turned with coal. Leaning out, I flung a hurtling handful, that resulted in a sudden and wild explosion of cats, leaving a single form still Daloneis on the topmost bough. i about its outline caused me to dis 0 +inue the anthracite treatment. the coast being quite clear, there was a cautious descent, a stealthy slipping swun SW along the path below, and in the white moonlight beneath my window there stepped with solemn tread our own great, gray, reliable ° ! Somehow we never connected “Pus- sum’’ with romance, for he was £0 stately and reserved in his treatment of his neighbors. Even wher him c dering with Vv the slender black-and-v occupied the cellar of the vacant house mat- next door, we did not regard the more than a casual acqu Anyh 10W, terested In being in | In Ame a new addition to our house, sirdening, we were too busy to take more than a passing interest in “Pussum’s’ affairs. On the whole, it seemed to be a rath- er hard summer for “Pussum.” His favorite corners were disordered; his favorite cushions tumbled and upset. Less than tkis has driven more than one bachelor to domesticity, and per- after all, we were to blame. When the house was settled at last, he returned much as usual, and pres- ntly fell into disfavor, through a per- sistence in occupying a newly and blue- 1y upholstered chair, which we were trying to keep handsome and free from hairs. Repeated eviction:.and dire threats were of no avail “Pussum’ slept in the chair whenever it stood’ up- right, and protested when it’ vas made uninhabitable with a book, orwhen-its angle made rest a matter of’ discom- fort and peril. It was. this later unkindness on our part that resulted in disaster “to the chair and in deep’ disgrace’ on the part of “Pussum.” I suppose. I tipped the chair a little too suddenly, and “Pus- sum” being dreaming, perhaps thought he was falling over a precipice. At all events, he clawed and clung desper- ately, with the result that there were two long slits in the brue fabric, that were as wounds in our hearts. When he was finally captured ang-banished said that this was the end. At sun- rise. he should die. It was jsimply a question whether I would tig our little feline brother to a tree and use him for target-practice, or take him down cel- lar and quietly remove his head with my new saw. On the whole, 1 preferred the saw, but the ‘precious ones” be- came violent ‘at mention: .of either method. They were for overlooking the whole matter, and declared that nothing should harm a hair of their “darling cat.” Still I was unforgiving, and the next foremcon—which ‘was sunny and Sunday—when I saw him blinking at me from the steps, whi.. I filled some vases from the marigold patch. I was indifferent and cool in my manner toward him. Presently something was rubbing against my leg, and purring. 1 was surprised at this— it was not “Possum’s” way. Neither haps, was it “Pussum,” for when I looked down I saw it was the slender, and hitherto wild, black-and-white’ cat from the vacant cellar next @oor. “Well,” 1 said, “what .dogs this mean? What do you want? The blackand-white cat looked up pleadingly, ‘and continued to. rub and purr. ; J “No, go away,’ I growled; “we do not want you, We're got one cat too many now.’ The blackand-white cat dooked--up “That's just what 1 want. to. about,” she purred. “Our poor ‘Pus- sum. “Qh, our poor ‘Pussum!’ Um-well, never mind cur poor ‘Pussum.’ He's in disgrace. He's torn my beautiful new chair with his claws!” “Yes,” assented the black-and-white cat, thoughtfully, “I know. But do you always like to be pushed out of your avorite seat? And don’t you some- times have accidents, too?” “What has that to do with it? ‘Pus- sin’ is a cat. We gave him a good home—he should appreciate it. He was a stray cat, and we took him in.” «]—] am a stray, too,” murmured the black-and-white cat. “well, what of it? What has that to do with ‘Pussum?” °* “] know how much he must appre- ciate his nice home,” the black-and- white cat purred, softly. “I know he does, too, for he has told me’ about it, and of how good you are to him. I hope you will forgive him.” : “Oh, well,” I said, “I suppose must. me.” The black-and-white cat nestled closer. ‘One thing more,” she said. “Do you know that I—I'm ‘Pussum’s’ comfort, his companion in grief and sorrow, and that I have no friends or kome?”’ What was the use? After that the black-and-white cat took up residence in “Pussum’s’ cellar, and ate out of “Pussum’s’’ pan. Their family came along in time to brighten the dull winter days. There were three of them, and the resem- blance was quite strong on both sides. 1 have never seen a prouder mother than the black-and-white cat.., As for «pussum,” his interest was“one of cu- riosity rather than of patérnal solici- {ude. He removed his quarters to a disiant part of'the cellar, perhaps SO that he might enjoy a 'might's rest When I brought him to the box of ex- cs . and dropped him down amon we his ily, he seemed disturbed and the ish endearments of the black- and- te cat, who put her face to his and purred and mur nured and caressed -d him to draw away 1barrassment and in- an’'s Home Compan- The English Way. nan who. has made his fortune in America says: “You do not seem to appreciate the method cf tae English courts over here in America. lishn An Engl The Uniteu ....es is alive with ticket of-leave men from the Mother country, znd n of them are doing well. And there nother class that comme here succeed. 1 refer to the less chaps Wie bec nuis- They ances in their own home places. haleg to are court, and bei You fine. ils are ov ver- you ten life and start u are 1 ancw in known.’ lows Jand? talk J Go away now, and don’t bother. OF OLD, Gracious Bearing of Other Days Crowded Out by Hurried Life of To-Day. You often hear the expression “a fine old gentleman®or lady of the ancient school” — meaning thereby a stately courtesy and dignified though kindly bearing, which were common in great- grandmothers’ days, but which are too often lost sight of in our own, says the Lancaster (Pa.) Examiner and Express. The hurry of business has invaded so- cial circles and has been accompanied by a brusqueness of manner that en- tirely disregards the feelings of others. For wit we have substituted rudeness, whieh has noting in common with wit except the element of the unexpected. We make a conflict of all our social in. tercourse, and are more anxious to say or do something that will hurt one’s feelings or cover one with embarrass- ment than to say a pleasant thing that has not enough point to it to excite re- mark or win applause. The success of a witticism is so in- stdntaneous, it is so spontaneous and uncounted, that it is demoralizing feeding our vanity and stimulating our invention without informing our judg- ment. Other labors as good must wait for recognition, but wit, however light —or heavy—has its immediate reward. In the days of our grandmothers they took life more leisurely, more easily, and were not in a hurry even for the laugh. They dwelt more on the pleas- ant things of life, studied more the pleasure and comfort of their kinsfolk and acquaintances, and this mere prac- tice of a virtue as the fashion of the day shed abroad in the heart a kindli- ness and a grace for which we have nothing in modern times to correspond. One has only to meet for a moment one of these old ladies to note the serenity, the thoughtful consideration, the al- most formal respect, not for the feel- ings alone, but for the mere opinions of every one present. Itis well to have | a grandmother-in the house, if for no ‘other purpose than to teach the young how to behave toward one another; to show them by precept and example the worthlessness of any pleasure pur- chased at the cost of pain to others. The best teacher a man ever had was his old-fashioned grandmother. There is po doubt that the “new riches,” which sprang up since the Civil War, have vulgarized manners by ignorant display. Money ean never make a gentleman. The latter is the product of blood, inheritance and edu- “cation. The old-time courteous, brave, foolishly extravagant and altogether too passionate planter of the old regime lives only in fiction. The Knickerbock- er of New York is squeezed out by the imposing, massive frontage and osten- tatious liveries of the new 409. Dr. Oliver Wendeil Holmes’ “Brahmin” class in New England is extinct. Truly, the “fine old Irish gentleman” in our cays would be snowballed on the streets and laughed at in the ballroom. But if riches are often vulgar they are generous. Never before have we spent so much on education, higher and low- r, or given more to increase the true and beautiful in art or “sweetness and light” in literature and science. COURTLY MANNERS The Illusion of Being Busy. A ridiculous notion is common that we live in a time when. there are more important world affairs on hand than has ever been known before; and there are silly people, both men and women, who expect to be admired for a use- less expenditure of their nervous and physical energies on all sorts of abso- lutely foolish objects into which no particle of intellect enters. Simply to be always busy, always occupied, al- ways doing something, passing rest- lessly from one piece of work to an- other, to have their hands full, never to be idle, as they say, seems to be their ideal of life. These precious muddlers, who plume themselves on never being idle. pass their time doing useless things under the pretext of being busy; and they as- sume credit for a purposeless activity. The biggest people, those who have really thought aut their plan of life, do not make t.e mistake of doing what need not be done. They have time for everything because they do not imag- ine they are economizing time by oc- cupying every few spare minutes in being necessarily busy.—Saturday Re- view. Indian Blanket Made of 728 Elk Teeth® The famous elk tooth robe that lbe- longed to a daughter of Old Crow, a Cheyenne chief, has been purchased by the proprietors of the Thomas Tribune. 0ld Crow's household was loath to part with the relic that had been the pride of the Cheyenne and Sioux Indians for several gens The 728 teeth represente d 204 i all elk, as there are only two good teeth in the head of each*animal. When the Crow’s ent aborigines ons, robe changed hands Old family of about fiftee: as present to see that the ing was sufficient to feed a company of soldiers. The Indian is a free spender. He believes in the admoni- tion to “eat, drink and be merry, for to-morrow we Cie.’—Thomas (Okla.) Tribune. Lessons For the Police. Taking the London Pottes model, the chief of the Zu as his h (Gene- va) police means to make his men as good, In future the gen- os are to receive lessons from pro- sors in civility and deportment. The lessons are to take place at the police if not better. geal was pulled off according to the latest rules of commerce. When the money was handed over there was aj grand rush for the “wohaw” (meat) market, and the “chuck” that was hauled to Old Crow’s tepee that even- stations, where those who are not on duty will be paraded before fessor of dancing and put their steps and attitudes. through i jt the pro- | {fumor of oday Devotion. He paid her compliments, before, But now he pays her bills Is ’t just to say that marriage A man’s devotion chills? —Puck. Made It Warm For Him, She—*“And did her face light up?’ Arthur—“In a way. Her eyes snapped fire and her cheeks burned with rage.” An Unheard of Thing. Janitor—“I'm going to make it hot for you. " = * Tenant—“But isn’t that contrary to all precedents ?’—Town Topics. Rich Americans. “What makes you think they are such rich Americans?’ “Because they know so much more about other countries than their own.” An Exception. Belle—*Is it true that suburban fire- men are always slow?” Eva—*“No; I had one to propose to me in two days after first meeting.”— Chicago News. The Point of Similarity. He—“Her complexion is just strawberries and cream, isn’t it?” She—*It is something lke strawber- ries; it comes in a box. "—Phils adelphia Public Ledger. like Doubt. Mrs. Newrocks—“And we shall enter society!” Newrocks—“Well, I don’t know. I've heard that sometimes you can’t buy an admission ticket.”—Puek. Too Realistic. Soubrette—*“So you went out with a sea drama? I suppose ‘there was a skipper in the play?’ Comedian—*‘Yes, the manager skipped with our salaries.”—Chicago News. She Needs the Timo. fea “What have you got your hat on for? The train doesn’t start for two hours.” “Don’t worry, John, I may decide not to wear this one. Then I'll have to unpack my trunk and get cut another one.”—New York American, aS Too Late, 01d Jilson—“One of my most trusted clerks got married.” Mrs. Jilson—*I suppose you gave him a lot of good advice.” Old Jilson—“No; he was married be- fore I knew it—too late.”—Cleveland Leader. He Did. “I should have thought the old man would have done something handsome by you when you married his daugh- ter.” “He did. He had her teeth fixed before we were married.”—Cleveland Leader. Last Choice. Clare—“Was he nervous proposed ?”’ Mae—“Not in the least.” Clare—*“He was when he proposed to me, but—oh, well, possibly he has had a lot of practice since then.”—Cleve- land Leader. when he Laying a Foundation. “what do you think about the war in Asia?” “My friend,” answered the man who js slow but sure, “I haven't yet learned to spell and pronounce it. I haven’t begun to think about it.’— Washington Star. A Terrible Struggle. Mr. Huggard—*“If you can’t stop looking so sweet I'll kiss you.” Miss Koy—*“Ng, you won't.” Mr. Huggard—"Why won't I?” Miss Koy—“You won't unless you can keep me from screaming, and—er —you. know you can”—Dkiladelphia Press, » No Hurry. Miss Sweetun (to young man who kas just proposed)—“Indeed, Mr. risque, I was not expecting this. You embarrass me very much. ; Mr. Brisque (lcoking at his wateh)— “I will give you one minute, Miss Vera, to recover from your embarrassment.” —Chicago Tribune. ” Hard on Them, “If these verses should be accepted,” said Woodby Riter, “I think I'll have them published anonymously.” “pon’t do it,” said Crittick; “it isn’t right.” “No? “Just think of all the good fellows they ‘might be blamed upon.”—Phila- delphia Press. ¢¢ Please Call Again.’? Slopay—*I’ll have to ask you to ex- cuse me to-day. I'm not well and be- sides you'll have to see my wife about this bill.” Collector—*Oh! See here! You con- cted this bill yourself and you suld pay it yourself without—" Slopay—“But I tell you I'm not mye self to-day.’—Philadelphia Press, ‘KEYSTONE STATE GULLINGS THREE DIED FROM NEGLECT. Father, Daughter and Child Fcund Dead in Cabin—Croatian Pattro- vick Will Be Tried in May. A cabin in lonely woods, near the State line, is the scene of the latest tragedy that has startled the resi- dents of Wayne county. There, last Friday, William H. Hull was found dying alongside the unconscious form of his 14-year-old daughter, Mattie, and the dead body of a three-day-old in- fant. The discovery was made by neighbors whose suspicions had been aroused by the non-appearance for weeks of anybody from the lonesome house in the woods. A physician who afterward examined the three bodies declared that the man had died of pneumonia, 2nd that the daughter and child had: .died of neglect. Investiga- tion of the house failed to unearth a morsel of food and there is every indi- cation that. nothing in the way of pro- visions had been in'the house for some ‘days past. One of the largest coal deals recent- ly consummated in Washington county has been ‘closed by C. E. and M. L. Hutchinson and Frank P. Jones of Wheeling. It is a $1,000,000 transac- tion and means the establishment of a new coal mining town southwest of Washington, on the line of the Wabash to Pittsburg. Thirty-five hundred acres have been purchased for over $300 an acre and assurances have been received from the Wabash railroad that it will supply all necessary ship- ping facilities by July. At the hearing of the applicants for liquor license in Westmoreland county, Judge L. W. Doty intimated that the brewery agents who have been work- ing in the county for years will have to go, the agency and solicitor side of the brewery business having been pro- lific of a. umber of convictions for il- legal liquor selling during the year. Judge Doty has determined that the responsibility for the unlawful sale of liquor will be placed where it proper- ly belongs, on .the principal and not upon the agent. Breweries will not be permitted to sell in prohibitory dis- tricts such as Derry and West Newton. Fred Galbreath, aged 30 years, of Wampum, ‘was arrested and charged with being implicated in the robbery of the Wampum station of the FPenn- sylvania railroad. Amn attempt to rob the Pittsburg & Lake Erie station at Wampum “was frustrated by Acting Agent J.. D, Robinson, who was awak- ened by hearing the burglars prying open a window. The court at Washington made an order extending the May term of Criminal court one week, in order that te case of Milovar Pattrovick, the Croatian, cnarged with the killing of Contractor Samuel Ferguson, near West Middleton, may also be heard. There are three other homicide cases listed for the May term. John Coppen, employed in the Free- port mine of the Dunbar Furnace Company, was instantly killed by a fall of coal. Coppen is said to have been violating the State mining law when he met his death. Preparatory to placing a blast he mined the full length of his body and the mass gave way. After a month’s shut down, the Standard Steel Car works at Butler re- sumed operations in the punching, shearing and pressing departments. Four hundred men went to work. By next Mondzy the factory will be cper- ating full turn with a force of 2,000 men. Large orders for cars have been received. A joint committee from Washington and West Washingten decided to recommend to the council of each bor- ough that the two towns be conscli- dated. Councils will set a date for an election. With the addition of West Washington, Washington will have a population of mecre than 25,- 000. A bloody duel with razors was fought by negroes in Main street, Ir- win. For over two minutes the com- batants thrust at each other desperate- ly and they only desisted when their weapons became useless. Both men were covered with blood at the close of the encounter. The postoffice at Goff was broken into and the safe blown open by safe- crackers who secured about $25 in stamps and a small amount of money. The amount of dynamite used was so heavy that the building was partially wrecked. Jacob Fry, Jr., convicted in 19C2 of felonious assault and battery in Arm- strong county, and who escaped from jail, was captured at IL.ecechburg. Fry was supposed to have been killed in a railroad wreck Charles J. Kirk, president of the New Castle chamber of commerce, has received notice from Washington that work upon the erection of the $125,000 overnment building will be begun within 90 days. The body of a peddler, named Louis Sanks, was found in a pond near Petersburg. He is believed to have been murdered, as his body was badly cut and bruised. No arrests have been made. Father Charles B. J. Kornapfel, pas- tor of the New Castle Independent Catholic Slav church, has brought suit for $5,000 damages against John Lek- yon, of his parish. The priest allegszs slander. The Pittsburg, Bessemer and l.ake Erie railroad bridge, at Meadville, col- lapsed, precipitating five cars into French creek. None of the trainmen was hurt, but the property loss is heavy. Philip D. Minor a raft were electe d nd Charles W. and Ash- second irst lieutenants, respectively, of Company C, Tenth regiment, N. G. P., of Union- tcwn. > Ann Bryson, of Sharon, at suit against William B. Doerr, Ty. to a dog. Doerr is her of the town “1 te mer, p away t “you d dear, | that y and w like—1 tritely, ness. 1 the CI been by his “No! perior that, n know mind. Mortin do wit long d long e most € n'a you se Mrs. her mi The Mortin with a of a d thrust is wha “Five would him dc father an ear until 7 “Sev dressec to eat the fac on a pi play w “Rig and br his bo dress, bathed “Nin go-cart ing H formal I had t to slee “Eley tried t the doc ton out “Twe tle of and the self. “One day. L “Thre after a1 “Foul erish f bumped “Foul his he: Was n:
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