Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 23, Number 13, Jasper, Dubois County, 11 March 1881 — Page 3

WEEKLY COURIER

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TBS OLD BPtMftSa WIIKKL.

wouM tll It wt'

it In that dusty nook.

wrl uro4 awl Ititxrtwin".

front toeir on mm

nausea, Mmaatlfl!

I would w kl k..ro lunirltf'l cob

Ami mi im uM itptUuw

Vnm riltlMff, band mv! wtlMiM rim, are Iturui T&,. luijr unnhn. Week iho pi ilk ih, (Mktl muI rtt yn liwl, Hi Inn I to-inue. Tkat noe mmlo wtiinimr inult) tliuru It Ok dmr to me l thin funnkoti tbinir! jf aw H ami ' tff'r tirt; For I e" "" UKithi'i'. br hrr ulajf. A wUi'l- tk) ablnln tfemul, autd whirls tbo jow(vtfui(r! hwyminawit onh-rknee N'.irtt wiiruJf, iiuw nuiun nae uU turan, ttulillmf, exultant, full of vkilory. Triumphant mi ta soiias of orapalra. gwoet Mlr! throus-h kr llfn of crowded ars White sHctf'eaaw oft, mid psln, sud wewri-

still

breathed

ftUJ swelled tho anthem.

IB1 prayer. Till dratb c-ajue olaapitur with Ms oold caross. ding so mam', besMa the cMeuicr wtde X more b tplM. rear maw and no; Alxv Br rav upon th lone kill tide Tkv ii"w-lrifu ltts Uo turn mo r grasses grow. JStsa J, .AtssrtoN.

THE ILLCMIXATEW HKKftS.

It's an awful nuisance to be poor, that'll a ftvct. And to be poor and to lx? rUv and to be proud hard lines tun if' but little further, and I bad gone to the extremity of hard linos. I suppose you'll think no good of me lor saying that I wan pretty. But I didn't av it tint. The glass said it every morn ins;. And when one nee a cheek like the rosy down on a peach, eyea soft and dark as a. black pearl,

W'YI -sss Msespw Mtav.Fw vey iivnrj ati the white lids to lift, features like sculpture, and yellow hair shining like .satin fold in it braids, and all that sort of thing, one would have to bo a foul not to know whether the picture was I good, bad or indifferent. And ko 1 know that I was pretty; but 1 didn't Uko much satisfaction in it; it never gave me a thrill of what call vanity;

it was the source of almost, constant mortification, on the other hand, and I

would rather have been plain as Susan Winckworth, and nave had plenty to wear. Drab doesn't show the dirt, and so my dresses were always drab. Rem uants are cheaper than whole patterns, and so my dresses were combinations of two or three remnant. At for bouneU, I don't believe I'd ever had an entirely new one. I made my own gloves but it's of no use going through the category of my wants; 1 wan tea everything. And then yon anu't keep a pretty girl shut up from the rest of the human race, uulea you put her in a convent; people

win nnu ner out; ana ny poopie i mean John Kokesby and Paul Vent nor. and all the rest To tell the truth, I didn't so much miad John and Paul and all the rest, because they had known me as a little rag-bag ever since 1 was bora, and dear old John would have been only too glad to take me for better or worse, rage and all; and Paul I wouldn't have had, van know, to save hU soul besides, Susan was in love with Panl. Hut when a whole parcel of gay and wealthy people came to te lovely little town for a two-months' visit, some at the Kokesby'a, and some at the inn, and some camping out on account of

the survey of a line they were running from somewhere to nowhere, then it waa different. I knew the first thing

7 i say won in oe, witat a pretty

Kirn ami me next thing would be, "Hut isn't she nntte ton wfiillr Bhh.

by!" Aad I couldn't keep out of their

igni-, jot i naa to go to the watt, and

store, atMi to ute rata, and to the tation, and had to be seen out doors, wperintendlng the boys in picking and boxing and packing; for all the income

we had, mother and I and the children,

wai what we could make from our strawberry beds and orchard, and it was mighty little anvway, and mother

was delicate, and I had to see to everything. It. happened thai I was down at the Ution, arranging with the freight went for my strawberry crate, on the day those people came; ana I saw them, e very one, and all their gay bustle, and U their pretty dresses the girls', I ""an; and I suppose they were travel"K dresses too very likely the worst they had, and their worst so far surpassing my best that they didn't seem to belong to the name order of thing, i had heard Susan and the Rokesby jrjrla talking of the arrival of the.e people, and of alt the fine doings there were to,be; but 1 saw at a giant that I coeld hare no share In the Hue doings, unless it should be in a plllow eaae party, oromeihing of the kind, where everybody looked alike. They had or heard of me, and o 1 lootted at

writ whh Impunity that dav at ihe atation, and deeided that the tall dark low was Mr. Paget, and that frightuUytylih tall sallow girl, In a dark oJ'JQ foulard, all puffs and ruffle and hirrinjis and laoes and rtblHms.Vashis "itcr Mir'aw, and that the blue-eved beauty was Miss Mcrvin, and. the fedhvaded girl was Maria, and the straight yyung men were the surveyors, I ntwln't have Kpent much time, In gupss"iK, either, forny ears are as good a ujiewope tubes, and t couldn't hetp jHNirlng what Dome of them were say it, they stood waiting fr somebody to lasify their luggage. " lHsucod pretty girl, with the rWigold hair there! v, Sammy, wager a ca-e of claret Vm OK Visitlsur terns with W K.fAM

morrow.'

"Yon' re s regular heart-breaker, Meare; but 1 take tou up." " She's one of ours, at an v rate,' said another,, 'Tliere's John Hokesbvgoinsrtosoeak wuh hr What

INDIANA, monluek that fellow has!-nothintf to do.

induHindetit fortune, stwnd health ' "And knows a pretty girl beside. Mervin." Hut I didn't lot on, when mamm v askn.l Jhi if I had Hd,a thmu. that lii it dark blue foulard had nearly smothered me with euvy. Whut iMirt of hiking puoplt Were tbey, AHmjP" Nho iwkud. t)h. city folks." "Jiioely drwssed, I suppose?" said mamma, timidly. Oh, beautifullyfM And then mamma sighed, and began to apeak, but thought bfttef ot it. 1 wouldn't Jutve you think that mamma was a illy or weak-minded woman: she wasn't: but sh dm I

been young herself, and knw howyoung folks felt. Hut 1 guessed what she was inilng to sav. and ran and

threw my armi round her dear old neck and cried, "i don't care about their fineries, not but the least bit; I'd rather have you and" 1 reckon ef you was all rigged out, too, you'd look as scrumptious as any of them. Miss Al," said Sissy, our little colored help. " We must find some way to get you a new dress, dear," sighed mamma. 'Oh, a new dress won't signify," I said. "I'm not likely to se them" " Not likelv to see thum?" mimI mm.

ma, up on one elbow. "I should like to know why not, intimate as you are with the Hokesbys and all? Of course you'll see them and meet them frequently. Mrs. Kokesby has sent for you to come up and spend the day tomorrow." " Oh. it's no use. I can't go," " Ye, you can, I've had old Margot do up your white dres to-day, and there's nothing any prettier than white. We got out the strawberry stains. Speaking of them, we might give an afternoon strawlerry garden party while tbuv're here. Alkie, and that would make vou feel Independent." ' Very," said I. "when we'd have to

go without butter and sugar, and live on beans for a month, to pay for the cake." . "I'd lust at lief," cried Egbert. "And so' d I." said Alec. "I doesn't nvnd the beans," said Sissy, but sugar's right hard to spare,

"Ob. well," said 1. "I gnats you Won't have to spare it." And then I went to meet John Kokesby, who wa coming round the lilac bushes, and I Just had time to shut the wicket gate before a couple of gentlemen were at the other Mlde of it, and he had turned, and hesitating half an instant, had introduced to me Mr. Paget, and Lieutenant 8a vary and Mervin, and then an older gentleman lo'med them, and be was Colonel Meare. I knew John didn't like it, but he couldn't help himself, and as soon as I saw his annoyance I began to enjoy it. I didn't mind

them, if L was in my old gardening smt;

nut u n naa rjeen uteir sisters: uowevur, I didn't unlock the gate, or ask them across It Rakesby stole a march on us. Miss Lamarte," ttald Mr. Paget. "But he'll find that sort of thing won't answer. We had heard from Miss Mama all about you." All about me! Did that, mean mv dresses, too? Well, if I had had ail the purple and tine linen of the Queen of Sheba, I could not have held mv head any higher than I did at that speech, although I knew how inconvenient it would be to keep up that style. And then 1 saw John's eye twinkle, and I faced about in a second. "So

have I heard all about you. Mr. Paget." "What have you heard, may I ask?" said be. "That I, Alfred Paget, am poor, but confoundedly aristocratic." rood I suppose he wasted more than we had to live on. "That " " That Colonel Meare is a real heartbreaker, and that John Rokesby has uncommon luck. Bu, look or not, I can't ask your friends in, John, for It wouldn't be luck at all if I caused Lieutenant Savary the loss of his case

of claret. So 1 must sav sootl-eveninsr:"

and 1 left them alt agbat, and John the

most of any; and wild horses wouldn't

have drawn me to Mrs. Hokesby'n next

nay, it sne nau not oome after me with

a pair ot tame ones, ana ntaae such a

fuss about it for she was fond of me and mamma setting in about it, and

crying, and saying 1 was losing all my chance that 'll was lest trouble to go than to stay. Hut I nan assure you that If I had really been the Queen of Sheba, I couldn't have been treated thereafter

with more propriety; although John

said, when he had a chance, that it was only the society manner of his friends, and 1 wa very foolish to show temper; that they were all stood fellows, and

Colonel Meare was an excellent match.

" Colonel Meare!" said I; "why. he's

bald! One would as soon think of marrying vou, John," "Well," said John, "am I, then.

really so entirely out Of the question? Have romance and I bade goouby?" "As If there were any romance possible where people have known ench other ever since thoy were bom ! Why, when I was two years old; you used to feed ran with a" j 'Maud with her awoet nurse-mouth i

when my father dangled the grapes,' "

with her fan, and 1 felt as if I always had batod that girl from the beginning of time. Hull, I must acknowledge that by-and by, when John took her to the piano, she did sing mostdeliolously; but tii.'u in the eveniug, when everybody was danoing-weil. I never saw such dancing before, and hope I nvr xhall ajain. Mrs. Kokesby said Hero. dias' daughter couldn't have done anything mo o shameful, and she was glad neither Marcia nor I flung herself round hi tltatsttle. Hut John and her other partner, liked it, I noticed at least

everyuoiiy wanted to danctf with her.

aomutionr. if Mho was lean and sallow.

she. was awfully handsome, and so was

uer iroinr, as I said once to John. "!' young, to)," said John, "and

mat seems to be your sine qua non, Alien,"

"It inn t yours." said I," for Miriam Pasret's thirty if she's a day." And then John laughed, and went to take the seat that was always kept for him by Miriam 1'aget's side.

So the time went on, with rides and

rows and picnics and parties; but it

wasn t very pleasant to me. and I ex

cused myself from all could; and the way that Miss Paget conducted herself

aoout Joim was simply simply out

rageous! And it was no wonder that Mrs. Kokesby and Marcia were worried to death about it, while he hung round

ner uae a mom rouna a oanme. so dasxled that he was entirely unable to see

iter as sue was. Marcia and her mother were to give

a unmer party one uay, ana as our

places adjoined, it was mamma who recurred to her former proposition that I should ittvite them all afterward into

our garden, and wind up the evenias

out-doors with peaches and cream, for

we naa tho tint ripe peaches in that part of the country. I protested; but

mamma naa gQtten )i into lier iieau. and said the jwaehes were there, and

the cream wouldn't cost two dollars,

and we could nip and save that from something else. And nobody but Sissy dissented, except myself, and I not because of the nipping and savinz, but

because I was tired of doing up that

everlasting white dress overnight, and

j. ma not want a new one, alter ail nn ...

"i m sure," saia mamma, "your white dress is a great deal prettier than

Miss Mervin's patch-work affair, that

new thing " '

"The Illuminated Dress?1 Oh,

mamma, it was perfectly lovely! It looked just like a page from an old

missal,"

"1 never saw an old missal," said mamma, dryly.

"W ell, you know what I man. Just

s perfect harmony of rich colors."

"It might have been made of an old

bed-miilt," persisted mamma.

"Wiiata shame," 1 sakt. "that we

haven't any old trunks and chests full

of brocades, and feathers and things,

the way girls in stories always have them turn up to fall, back on! Just

think what toilettes one could setup nowadkys from such rich odds and

ends!"

"There's the old chlntx curtains in

the atltc," said mamma, satirically.

"Nobody could toll that stuff from Miss

Mervin s."

Ana what mamma saia made me

think; and as soon as I began to think.

hanging behind and saying diagreeable things to Maria, as we went down the terraces and through the wioket into our own garten, where the boys and Sissy were ready to wait on us with peaches and eroam, and where mamma looked lovelier than all the rest of us, lying in her white wrapper on the straw

sofa under t he tulip tree. Hut of eoursi as soon as I was there, I had to drof my role of ,flne lady and belle for that of hostess and waitingmaid, and 1 was moving here and there, making this person and that more com-

fortalile, when all at onec I caught my dress in a thorn, and suoh a slit as rent

Its way through that old stuff you never

saw short of xtfrzug lightning in a ttiun

dcr-c.'ouii. I ran into the he

housu for

some pins to catch it together, but thought theu 1 bad better take a hasty

nevuie anu thread; and I was behind

the window-screen, hurrying for dear

life, when I heard voices, and theru was

Miss Mervin. with tbo party round her.

giving some ribbons off her dress to Sis

sy, ana mildly quixsing her the while,

i stuck the needle in. and sallied out.

for there was no knowing where that

sort of thing would end. " You haven

given me any peaches and cream. Sis

sy," said I. coming up.

"Deed, miss," said Sissy, "Trnthat

sorry! Hut the cream's all done gone." "Gone?" 1 said, placidly. "Then

run ana get some more."

"For sure, Miss Al wat'll 1 get it

wif? Missus gib me the very lastest

cent she had for the cream for dose

yer " Sissy!"

"Poor Slssyt" murmured Miss Mervin. "Won't she pay for this with

more than her last cent: ' There's plenty more cream"

Plenty more?' cried Sissy, joyous

ly, "vvnarsitair

"In the milk-room, to be sure. Make

haste, Sissv."

" lAtrt, Miss Al ! Ef you ain't alius

tne one to saoe 'pearauoes l rd orter

known you d hah some h;f. Miss Al

jess de cutest case," said Sissy, then.

to the assembled irroun, "for srettimr

ponrann ouien mimni i;is yet' ifowu

I began to act; and before night I had

tne old ciitnu curtains washed and dried and starched, and out out and

basted together, and the sewing-ma

chine was rattling away, and bands of plain colored cambric, that cost me just ten cents, contrasted with the great Oriental pattern, and there was some

old Inserting that 1 had, and ruffling

nere ana pumng mere, ana when it was

all done, and looped and draped, it

really looked as if it might belong to

some woman of wealth and style, for

nobody else would dare to wear it. And then I remembered Alec's old broadbrimmed Ashing hat, discolored as dust

ana tan could make it. "All the bet

ter," said I to mamma's remonstrance.

And I lined it with my plain cambric.

ana there was some yellow mosquito

netting in the bouse that had grown

dull and dingy, too. 1 took good oars

not to wash that, but I wrung it out of

some mucilage water, and clapped It dry, and nulled It out. and wranoed it

round that hat, and tied It down over

the brim in a huge bow under my chin.

- mere, saia t, mat wilt set on my eyes, and deaden my hair my hair's too bright to be fashionable in this old

gold mania. Don't I look as if I'd just

sieppea out. w an oia uiumtnatea man

uscript, the ' Komaunt of the Rose.'

she's got on she made ob an ole bed

our ting; an yer wouldn't nebber

dreamed 'twas Ue ole mosquito-netting roun' Mars' Alecsolehat she wouldn't

nab it done washed uowavs "

Struck to stone, if ever I was thank.

ful in my life it was when John sudden

ly appeared, and taking Sissy's shoulder, gave ber a twist round the corner

of the house and out of stent

"Is it really true?" said Miss Mervin.

with sprightliness; "and did you make that that peculiar dress from an old bed-curtain? and is it mosuuito-nettinsr

" What a triumph of art Miss La

marte !" simpered Maria Versroes.

" Ko," said 1 then, recovering myself; it's the triumph of poverty. But It's

very good of you to take so much inter

est m my dress, ru teach you all my

art any aay." "Thanks," said Maria, who wasn't

ill-natured herself. " But we shouldn't look like vou in it if vou did. And. In

deed, Pd rather be able to get up such a dress as vou have dons than to be

able to buy out Worth." And at that little bit of. kindness of

course 1 burst into tears, and ran away as fast as I could to hide them. I

didn't know where, and never stopped till I found myself at the bottom of the orchard, face down on the grass, beneath the old hickory tree. But John had come stalking close behind me. and in a minute there he was.

lifting me from the grass. " Oh, let me alone! let me alone!" I sobbed. " Oh, "let me so! I want to

get these rags off and burn them up." "What!" he cried, gayly. "This

uiuminaieu ureas r"

Yes, yes; it's only shown nte what

a fool 1 was, trying to go where I didn't belong. And I don't oare. 1 don't

I hate them all.

"That you do!" said mamma. " And

I'm well enough to see to the peaches, and I'll have the chairs all la the garden at seven o'clock." And off I went

saia miss raset "if vou

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women r

" You look as If yon had stepped out of one of William Morris' medheval

stories, dear." said Marcia.

Hut 1 saw Miss Mervin going over me critically, and t saw a twinkle In John's cyef-for John was In the secret of the

white dress and I carried mv head all

the higher. He wouldn't be in the se

cret of this dress; I should not tell him a word about it, for the sake of having

nuu wii mm rasec wnat no a tntnr n

good ioks enough. Well, as 1 don't oare a copper nom although perhaps I did then, i wilt vm tare to say, vanity to the right about,

quoted John. "Yes it's uncommon t IcouidnT uek to seem no bettor than m old man over some victim thai day, and wlmout w 1 ripping a senm as well. All the irentle-

nept aooot me, before and after

want to belong there.

" You. hate them all. Alice?" he

laughed. You hate Marcia? My mother? Me?"

It's no matter whether I hate yon

or not; it's nothing to yott. Nothing is anything to you, so long as you can have Miss Paget beside yon."

I don't want Mku Taget beside me." "John!" " There's only one person that I want

beside me, and I want her for life. But

she thinks I'm too old."

"Oh, John!?' " And as for Miss Pscet she is going

to marry Colonel Meare."

" ion don't mean so!" Ana l started

and looked up, for all this time it hadn't seemed the least queer or unnatural that 1 was restinir on John's arm. "Oh,

John," I said, ' don't you think It's

been real mean of vou to pretend to

make love to her, just so as to"

"xo wen, to whetr' sataonn. "To to make, me see I couldn't do

without you," t cried out And the next moment John had taken posses

sion of me again, and hb lips were on mine, through all the rain of tears upon my f:ce.

lo thin.' said he, " that Kissing

mv little medieval maiden, in her il

luminated Dress, the darting, should taste just like kissing Lot's wife!" Harper' $ Jktxr.

A MosriToR Indian, who was recently

convicted of murder, expressed his opinion of the lawyer who defended him with delicious frankness: "Law-;

yer too much talk! Heap fool!"

Nbw, John, I heard your mother

say you were getting morbid. Everybody grows old if they live king enough. Ami truly I don t think those grissJed curls of yours the least bit unbecoming." And I couldn't Imagine why John left me In that sudden way. Bat I saw him presently leaning over Uwl41seUow Paget gW, and playing

men

dinner, andl was just simpleton enough

hi iih m ana so ieei it miner a triumph than otherwise over the rich and fortunate girls. Alfred Paget was on one side, and Ootnnel Meare on the other, and Lieutenant Savary hovering hbotit nsnl Mr. Mervin whs pulling m Japanese lilies, and Miss MerVm was

Tf highest nriee ever paid for Chi

cago real estate was VriA per improved front foot, and the sale was recently made. ,

Miss SkttctA Fxttcn. the new dra

matic star, is the daughter ot a wealthy jwk'pnckor mi a alat f Mmtr

PKKMOXAL AMP tmtKABf. Phkmiekt Gakvikld Is a greet aeW Airer of Walter Savage Laodor. Pr. MuMMseif has just raeetvei from his countrymen a birthday gift of something over a hundred t&ousaad mark. to indemnify Mm for Ute loss of his burned library. " Loko Bkaconspielp Is said todnv liko his "Lothair" and to love hie "Kndyraion.' His novel-writrng. It is) reported, is made easy to this surprising extent he never reads over am

m. pant but dispatches them to s friend for revision. Mm. Gladstovk is said te have one faculty in a supernatural degree--that of mastering the contents of a book by plan ring through its pages. A fries

saysot mm that he eaa master

average book in a quarter of an hone

Jx Swthsow. founder of the) Smithsonian Institution, at Washington, was burled at Genoa, Italy. H tomb having become somewhat decayed, the regents ef the Institatkm have authorised that the nsn senary mpairs be made. CoMFTHOIXWt JOSJR7A VaXSAITT, of Baltimore, has held positions esMMgh, if each were counted separately, to mnke his publw service one hundred! and fourteen years. At one time he held ten different offices, only one of' them having a salary attached. Th ex-Empress ofFraaoehas nesrir finished a history of the life and. death of the Prince Imperial It Is her purpose to publish the volume as soon a she becomes settled in her new resv denoe at Farn borough. Shesisointende to publish the dally notes of the Emperor written during his reign, in collecting which she has been assisted by M. Rouher. Thk lock of hair which Anna Hathaway is supposed to have given te Shakespeare shortly will be sold In London, with the library of W. Hamon, ef Lancashire a library noted for its edition of Shakespeare and its SltakesKareana. Among the latter are the 'land forgeries in three volumes, east the manuscript deed of the final eoncord respecting Shakespeare's estates at Stratf ord-on- Avon. Br George Eliot's death, sums up the iAmdon Academy, we are left with

only one living novelist who is absolutely of the first, class. Thackeray died, soon after George Bliot became fern ous, and Dickens when she had yet much of her best work to da During all the years in which she labored, ItS perhaps true that only one novelist af

extraordinary genius had arisen. It k perhaps true that the position tilled at

one and the same time by Dickens, Thackeray and George Eliot, eaa he . claimed s She pro nut nr-nnt. claimed at all. onlv bv a siaurla navtBtk

by Thomas Hardy.

UVWWW. A ooxrmxTKP kikd. Ledr " Ther

tell roe yr cow never gives any ntttk, Betty." Old Betty "No. mum. she

don't srlve hardly any. But Wees er

'eart, she'll eat as mnoh as two o them

good mUkersr' London Fun,

At the telephone. Bell rings. Dul

cet voice over the wire: "Are yew ninety-six?" " No." Dulcet votoc again: What are you?' "I'm sixtr-

seven." Casual caller, who has hosed

but half of the conversation: Yen

don't look it" Boston TrttmcripL

It is mighty embarrassins: to a mast

who has some relurious friends stavhur

with htm to have his doe, which has '

been very ouiet durinir week dav. be

gin fight after breakfast Sunday to mm to the gun in the corner and turn to his master and wag his tail, and them net

beck to the gun again.

Os Wednesday nisrht about ekM

o'clock, an Inebriated man was observed holding himself up by means of a lamppost on a prominent street Thwkufltv 4

post had on it a mail box, and the mast

had apparently stood there for some

time. A reporter had occasion to pass the man, and remarked: "Hello, there, what's the matter?" " WelL" said the

man, ' 1 hie put five cents in the bathere half an hour ago, and this oar ain't started yet" Jgodwsfer DemoermL

"Judo a." said a Western lawyer.

isn't e-q-u-i the way to spell eejuismm-

ioal?" I think so," said the Judee.

but I'll look it up in Webster's Dic

tionary." He fumbled over the

for five minutes, and then said, in

" Well, I've been a Webster man, ami voted for him for President but angr man that will write a dkrtiottary asm

leave out such a common word as

nomlcal,' can't have my vote

more." "Whkx is a man not a man?"

Jones. Of course he expected everybody to give it up, and then he was going to say, "When he is a shaving." But they didn't give it up; not a bit ef it One said it was when he wae Joel enough to deal in conundrms; another answered that it was when he worked over jokes a thousand years old, and a third told Jones to look in theglaeansm see for himself. Jones said toe didn't see what in time tbey were driving at, but somehow he bad lost all Interest hi his conundrum and hadn't the heart t

(ell them the true answer. JVtwsscrtpfc What thk Seasons Bmwo.

When enmn Ht 8outlienisearaier 1

tmu mmy tspw m mmo sea Who Uvea ia knpccuatoaaesMir

When boyesja btatts blow neree and free.

QrwamnronW Vnm Week) at win eesMWhis

eoM the twees blow,

amis or new soiw.

mun tot" tosn

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