The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 43, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 February 1911 — Page 3

f~SERIAL? STORY The Courage of Captain Plum By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD (Copyright J9OB by Bobbs-Merrill Co.) 17 Synopsis. Capt.' Nathaiiiel Plum of the sloop Typhoon, lands Secretly on Beaver Island, stronghold of! the Mormons. Obadiah Price, Mormon councilor, confronts him, tells him he is (expected, and bargains for the ammunition aboard "the sloop. He binds Nat by a solemn oath to deliver a package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States. Near Price’s cabin Nat sees the frightened face of a young woman who disappears in the darkness, leaving an odor of lilacs. It develops that Nat’s visit to the island is to demand settlement of the king, Strang, for the looting of his sloop by Mormons. Price shows Nat the king’s palace, and through a window he sees the lady of the lilacs, who Price says is the king’s seventh wife. Calling at the king’s office Nat is warned by a young woman that his life is in danger. Strang professes indignation when he hears Nat’s 1 grievance and promises to punish the guilty. Nat rescues Neil, who is being publidly whipped, and the king orders the sheriff, Arbor Croche, to pursue and kill the two men. Plum learns that Marion, the girl of the lilacs, is Neil’s sister. The two men plan to escape on Nat’s sloop and take Marion and Winnsome. daughter of Arbor Croche, and sweetheart of Neil. Nat discovers that the sloop ;ls gone. Marion tells him that his ship has been seized by the Mormons. She begs him to leave the island, telling him that nothing can save her from Strang, whom she is doomed to marry. Plum finds 1 Price raving mad. Recovering, he tells Nat that Strang is doomed, that armed man are descending on the Island. Nat learns that Marion has been summoned to the castle by Strang. Nat kills Arbor Croche, and after a desperate fight with the king, leaves him for dead. CHAPTER IX.—Continued. Suddenly he almost fell over a figure in nls path. It was an old woman mumbling and sobbing incoherently as she stumbled weakly in the direction of the temple. Like an inspiration the thought came to him that here was his opportunity of gaining admittance to that multitude of women and children. He seized the old woman by the arm and spoke words of courage to her as he half carried her on her way. A few minutes more and a Maze of light burst upon them and the great square in which the temple was situated lay open before them. Half a hundred yards ahead a fire was burning; oil and pine sent their lurid flame high up into the night, and in the thick gloom behind it, intensified by the blinding glare, Nathaniel saw the shadows of men. He caught the old woman in his arms and went on boldly. He passed close to a thin line of waiting men, saw the faint glint of firelight on their rifles, and staggering past them unchallenged with his weight he stopped for a moment to look back. The effect was startling. Beyond the three greats fires that biased around the temple the clearing was bathed in a sea of light; in Its concealment of giqnt trees the temple was buried in gloom. From the gloom a hundred cool men might slaughter five times their number charging across that death square! Nathaniel could not repress a shudder as he looked. Screened behind each of the three fires was a cannon. He figured that there were more than a hundred rifles in that silent cordon of men. What was there on the opposite side of the temple? He turned with the old woman and joined the throng that was seething about the temple doors. There were women, children and old men, crushing and crowding, fighting with panicstricken fierceness for admittance to the thick log walls. Through the doors there came the low thunder of countless voices pierced by the shrill cries of little children. Foot by foot Nathaniel fought his way up the steps. At the top were drawn a dozen men forming barriers with their rifles. One of them shoved him back. “Not you!” he shouted. “This Is for the women!" Nathaniel fell back, filled with horror. A glance had shown him the vast dimly lighted interior of the temple packed to suffocation. What sins had this people wrought that it thus feared the vengeance of the men from the mainland! He felt the sweat break out upon his face as he thought of Marion being in that mob, tired and fainting with her terrible day’s ex-perience—-perhaps dying under the panic-stricken feet of those stronger than herself. He hoped now for that which at first had filled him with despair—that Strang had hidden Marion away from the terror and suffocation of this multitude that fought for its breath within the temple. Freeing himself of the crowd he ran to the farther side of the building. A fourth fire blazed in his face. But on this side there was no cannon; scarcely a score of men were guarding the rear of the temple. , For a full minute he stood concealed in the gloom. He realized now that it would be useless to return to Obadiah. The old councilor could probably have told him all that he had discovered for

hfanself; that Mart on had gone to the castle—that Strang intended to ! make her his bride that night Bfit did Obadiah know that the castle had been abandoned? Did he know that the king’s wives had sought refuge in the temple, and did he know Marion was hidden? Nathaniel!tcould assure himself but one answer; Obadjah, struck down by his strange madness, was more Ignorant than he himself of what had occurred at St. James. While he paused a heavy I noise arose that quickened his heart-beats and sent the blood through his veins in. wild excitement. From far down by the shore there came the rbar of a cannon. It was closely followed by a, second and third, and hardly was the night shaken by their thunder than a mighty cheering of men swept up from the fire-rimmed coast. The battle had begun! Nathaniel leaped out into the glow of the great blazing fire beyond the temple; he heard a warning 6hout as he darted paist the men; for an instant he saw their white faces staring at him from the firelight —heard a second shout, which he knew was a command —and was, gone. Half a dozen rifles cracked behifid him and a yell of joyful defiance j burst from his throat as the bullets hissed over his head. The battle had begun! Another hour and the Mormon! kingdom would be at the mercy of the avenging host from the mainland and Marlon would be his own for ever! He heard again the deep rumble of a heavy gun and from its sullen detonation he knew that it was! fired from a ship at sea. A nearer crssh of returning firfl turned him into a deserted street down which he ran wildly, on past the last houses oif the town, until he came to the foot of a hill up which he climbed more slowly, panting like a winded animal. From Its top he could look down upon the scene of battle. To the eastward stretched the harbor line with its rim of fires. A glance showed him that the fight was not to Renter about; these. They had served their purpose, had forced the mainlanders to seek a landing farther down the coast. The light of dawn had already begun to disperse the thick gloom of night, and an eighth of a mile below, Nathaniel the Mormon forces were The Two Led the Way, Followed by a Dozen Men. creeping slowly along the shore. The pale ghostly mistiness of the sea hung like a curtain between Mm and; what was beyond, and even as he strained his eyes to catch a glimpse Os the avenging fleet a vivid light leaped out of the white distance, followed by the thunder of a cannon. He saw the head of the Mormon line falter. In an instant It had been thrown into confusion. A second shot from the sea—a storm of cheering voices from out of that white chaos of mist—and the Mormons fell back from the shore in a panic-stricken, fleeing mob. Were those frightened cowards the fierce fighters of whom he had heard so much? Were they the men who had made themselves masters of a i kingdom In the land of their enemies—whose mere name carried terror; for a hundred miles along the coast f He vas stupefied, bewildered. He made ao effort to conceal himself asj they approached the hill, but drew his pistol, ready to fire down upon them as they came. Suddenly there was a change. So quickly that he j could jcarcely believe his eyes the flying Mormons had disappeared. Not a man was visible upon that narrow plain between the hill and the sea. Like a huge covey of quail they had dropped to the ground, their rifles lost in that ghostly gloom through which the voices of the maiplanders ..came in fierce cries of triumph. It was magnificent! Even as the crushing truth of what It all meant came to him, the fighting blood in his veins leapied at the sight of It —the pretended effect of the shots from sea, the sham confusion, the disorderly flight, the* wonderful quickness and precision! with which the rabble of armed meh had thrown Itself Into ambush! Would the mainlanders rush Into the trap? Had some keen eye seen those shadowy forms dropping through the mist? Each Instant the ghostly pall that shut out vision seaward seemed drifting away. Nathaniel’s staring eyes saw a vague shape appear in it, an indistinct dirt-gray blotch, and he knew that it was a boat. Another followed, and then another; he heard the sound of: oars, the grinding of keels upon the sand, and where the Mormons had been a few moments before the beach was now alive with mainlanders. -In the growing light he could make out the king’s men below him, inanimate spots in the middle of the narrow plain. Helpless he stood clutching Ms pistol, the horror in him growing with each breath. Could he give no warning? COuld he do nothing—nothing—-. At least he could join in the fight! ran down the Mil, swinging to the

left of the Mormons. Half way, and he stopped as a thundering cheer swept up from the shore. The mainlanders had started toward the hill! Without rank, without order-shout-ing their triumph as they came they were rushing blindly into the arms of the ambush! A shriek of warning left Nathaniel’e lips. It was drowned in a crash of rifle fire. Volley after volley burst from that shadowy stretch of plain. Before the furious fire the van of the mainlanders crumpled into ruin. Like chaff before a wind those behind were swept back. Apparently they were flying without waiting to fire a shot! Nathaniel dashed down into the plain. Ahead of Mm the Mormons were charging in a solid line, and in another moment the shore had become a mass of fighting men. Far to the left he saw a group of the mainlanders running along the beach toward the conflict If he could only intercept them —and bring them into the rear! Like the wind he sped to cut them off, shouting and firing his pistol. He won by a hundred yards and stood panting as they came toward him. Dawn had dispelled the mist-gloom and as the mainlanders drew nearer he discerned In their lead a figure that brought a cry of joy from diis lips. “Neil!” he shouted. “Neil— ’’ He turned as Marlon’s brother darted to his side. “This way—from behind!” The two led the way, side by side, followed by a dozen men. A glance told Nathaniel that nothing much less than a miracle could turn the tide of battle. Half of the mainlanders were fighting in the water. Others were struggling desperately to get away In the boats. Foot by foot the Mormons were crushing them back, their battle cries now turned into demoniac yells of victory. Into the rear of the struggling mass, firing as they ran, charged the handful of men behind Captain Plum and Neil. For a little space the king’s men gave way before them and with wild cheers the powerful fishermen from the coast fought their way toward their comrades. Many of them were armed with long kMves; some had pistols; others used their empty rifles as clubs. A dozen more men and they would have split like a wedge through the Mormon mass. Above the din of battle Nathaniel’S voice rose In thundering shouts to the men In the sea, and close beside Mm he heard Nell shrieking out a name between his blows. Like demons they fought straight ahead, slashing with their knives. The Mormon line was thinning. The mainlanders had turned and were fighting their way back, gaining foot by foot what they had lost. Suddenly there came a ter rifle cheer from the plain and the hope that had flamed in Nathaniel’s breast died out as he heard it. He knew what it meant —that the Mormons at St James had come to reinforce theii comrades. He fought how to reach the boats, calling to Neil, whom he could no longer see. Even In that mo ment he thought of Marlon. His only chance was to escape with the others, his only hope of wresting her from the kingdom lay in his own freedom. He had waited too long. A crushing blow fell upon him from behind and with a last cry to Neil he sank under the trampling feet Indistinctly there came to him the surging shock of the fresh body of Mormons. The din about him became fainter and fainter as though he was being carried rapidly away from It; shouting voices came to him in whispers, and deadened sounds, like the quick tapping of a finger on his forehead, were all that he heard of the steady rifle fire thal pursued the defeated mainlanders In their flight After a little he began struggling back into consciousness. There was a split ting pain somewhere In his head and he tried to reach his hand to it pfou won’t have to carry him,” he heard a voice say. “Give him a little water and he’ll walk.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) SUCCESSFUL, THOUGH LAZY Story of a New York Lawyer Who Used His Wit to Save His Heels. “Sounds a bit paradoxical, I know,” says Judge William J. Boyhan, in a New York paper, “but one of the iaxlr est men I ever knew is likewise on< of the most successful lawyers of my personal acquaintance I’ll just relate one instance which is"typical. “I met him one Saturday in the street, Just after he left his office. Wq had taken but a few strides when a messenger boy approached and informed my friend he was bound for his office to deliver one thousand envelopes, wMch he had in a box. But do you think my friend would tarn back and open Ms office to receive the goods? No, not he. He just chucked them under his arm and took them along. “We boarded an elevated train and rode uptown. On leaving the train I was surprised to find my friend had lef the box of envelopes on the train. I stopped him of a sudden and reminded him of the fact To my utter astonishment he just laughed and continued on Ms way. Then I demanded to know why in the world he took the envelopes If he Intended to throw them away. “ ‘You amuse me, Boyhan,’ he said. ‘I see you are one of those methodical fellows who worry half their lives away. Don’t you know the elevated station lost and found office is only two doors removed from the building where my office is located. The envelopes are of no account to any one save me, and I will bet you ten to one they will be there for me bright and early Monday morning.'*

’HMOON wants tempi e bar brought back j—jn ; .• •< ' '• .’ •" • • f -' ; • • ■- - ' ' ■ ■ ■ • ■' r . ■* ■ London - Owing to tie recent deewuo o< Lady Meul. who owned Temple Bar, a morement has been pttj on foot to bring back to London that famous feature of the old city. The project already has the support os; lovers of Mstoric London and seems likely to take tangible form. It has been suggested that Temple Bar might well be re-erected In front of the Adelphi, with flights of steps connecting with the Adelphi Terrace and Its historic houses. When Temple Bar was tom down in 1878, as an obstruction to traffic, it was purchased by the late Sir Henry Meux and re-erected in Theobald’s park, where it now stands.

READING AS A CURE

To Prevent Seasickness Read Exciting Story. Jn Ivors ity of Chicago Professor Saves Particularly Engrossing Deteotlve Narrative Until Big Storm Is Threatened. Chicago.—lnteresting literature as a preventative of seasickness is advolated by a University of CMcago prolessor, who declares that Ms own perlonal experience upon the rolling seas la* been such as to demonstrate the practicability of Ms plan. In ordinary Feather aboard sMp in midocean the professor reads a sentimental story, ts the waves are tossix g high and the Find Is blowing bard he fastens his Attention to a tale of exciting adventure or deep mystery. He boldly nakes the assertion that Ms scheme Pas never failed to ward off impending leasickness and adds that, while his traveling companions are in the throes it distress, he sits engrossed in Ms reading, unmindful of the rise and tail of the vesseL “I gauge the intensity of the story I read by the roughness of the seas and the height of the waves,” the professor laughed. “Yes, I know It is a unique cure for seasickness, hut in my ease and in the case of another prolessor here at the university to whom I preached the strange doctrine it has been uniformly successful I have been in some bad storms, but I have pet to feel my first pang of seasickkeui “1 have one detective story which as yet I have never been called upon to use,” he went on. “I am saving it tor some awful storm, and when that time comes I shall have more faith in that detective story as a sure preventive than the old-fashioned grandmothers had in goose grease as a-pana-eea for children’ Ills. If the waves rweep over the vessel’s bow aft to the stern 11l wager that I will still be reading in my cabin, as devoid of seasickness as an electric light bulb is of Ur* “How do you explain your unique method of prevention?” he was asked. ‘Concentration of the mind upon some other subject than the height of the waves or the possibility that the boat may sink,” was the reply. "I often have occasion to do ocean traveling and I have found fear of seasickness and constant dwelling of the mind upon its related horrors are largely responsible. So I have devised a way to keep from hawing the illness, keep your mind off it and keep your mind busy by reading an absorbing book. If you like detective stories get out the most exciting one you own when the captain tells you that a storm Is approaching from the starboard quarter. Interest yourself In the story and you’ll scarcely notice that a storm has struck when It does come. “Whenever my students signify their intention of taking a trip abroad I never fail to give them my scheme TOO MUCH NOISE FOR GERMAN After Ride In Subway and Sight of Tall Buildings in Gotham Farmer Decides to Return. New York.—One hour of New York was enough to convince Julius Larenzan, a German farmer, that he was better off in his own country, and he will sail back on the next steamer. He will take back with him intact the |8,500 wMch he brought over to Invest in an American farm. Larenzen was met at Ellis island by a friend who took him to see the sights. They entered the subway at the Battery, bound uptown. At Wall street, the second stop, Larenzen decided to get out as he was afraid the “tunnel would collapse.” His fright was not lessened*in the streets. The towering buildings In the financial district overcame him entirely. He told his friend that after one hour In New York he did not want to be an American farmer and begged to be taken back to BHa Island.

for dispelling danger of seasickness. And they have reported to me upon their return that the method was successful. Perhaps if they did not apply themselves in their reading—did not become sufficiently interested, I mean —they were seized with the Illness, but those who really interested themselves in their books crossed the ocean and were In tiptop physical condition the whole way over.” The professor’s unique views have caused considerable comment among his fellow educators at the university, many of whom make it a practice to go to Europe or some other transoceanic point every two years. Some have taken the suggestion as a joke, Its exponent declares, and others have taken it seriously. In most cases the ones who take it as It Is given—in all seriousness—are the ones who are not taken with seasickness, while those who think it is a joke are kept in their cabins for three or four days. Certain advanced classes of students at the university, especially classes in the diviMty school, make pilgrimages in a body to the holy land. On the eve of their departure this professor never misses an opportuMty to impart to them his discovery. WARD FOR NERVOUS DISEASES Treatment by Psycho-Analysis to Be Made on Patients In Johns Hopkins Hospital. Baltimore, Md. —Johns Hopkins hospital will soon have the first ward in the world for the treatment of nervous diseases under what is known as psycho-analysis, or soul analysis. Experiments will be made on patients during sleep in tMs new department of the Henry Phipps psychiatic clinic, which is being built with money given by the New York millionaire. The theory on which the new treatment is based is that every person is

LONDON PENNY BETS

Much Gambling Carried on by Poorest of Children. i— Boys Deprive Themselves of Necessities of Life to Place Wagers on Horse Races — Youngsters Pass Coppers to Tout. London—T. H. Manners Howe contributes an article to the Graphic which he heads “Demoralized Boy Workers” and which contains a painful acount of the gambling that goes on among the poorest of the children of this city. It is a subject that previously has been little investigated, and Mr. Howe’s article has created an unpleasant sensation. Mr. Howe describes how a friend of his, the manager of a large London warehouse, found one of the boys employed in it in a dead faint. He made an investigation, and found that the boy was earning less than two dollars a week. He lived with his parents, who took the greater part of his earnings, and allowed him 36 cents a week for his car fare and midday meals. Instead of spending the 86 cents for these purposes, however, the boy walked to and from the office,, ate nothing away from home, and spent every penny he obtained in backing horses and in repaying the “gutter usurer” to whom he had been driven when he got into debt. This boy, says Mr. Howe, was only a type of numerous others—selfstarved, worried young weaklings, with lives inoessantly exposed to the persistent attacks of “those evil geniuses of the street, the penny bookie and petty usurer of the gutter;” Mr. Howe goes on to say: “I have studied this question of juvenile betting for some years, and have seen the evil of it working among the lads. It has become such a profitable business that there are bookies who devote themselves to it exclusively. The transactions are entirely in coppers, end a boy is allowed to have * bet in

possessed of two personalities, co©*i seious and subconscious. It is held that when a pgrson is asleep the conscious personality is at rest and the subconscious is predominant, hence dreams are the natural interpretation of the repressed ideas of the subconscious personality. "Dream analysis” is the ehlfc.. method employed in the diagnosis wMch affords a guide to the proper treatment of the disease. I In completeness of its equipment! the ward is without parallel in tfid world and it is believed that it wiQj bring much light on the treatment of nervousness, an affection so common in tMs country that it has come, i© be known among physicians as the> “American” disease. Psycho-analysis will be practiced In the hospital by Dr. Trigant Burrow, who has been studying this science! for three years in Europe under Doctor Freud and Doctor Jung of Zurich, Switzerland, who are authorities. The treatment aims at the unification of the personalities. Knowing the wishes and wants of the conscious personality as derived from the conversation of the patient, there remain to be ascertained the wishes and wants of the subconscious personalitjy. The principle of the school is that there lurks in every dream, often disguised, a repressed wish for fulfillment. Although this phase of the treatment of nervous diseases will be in the hands of Doctor Burrow, it is due in great part to the efforts of Dr. Adolf Meyer, head of the department fpr the treatment of neurotic disease, that the ward will he established. Doctor Meyer is a native of Zurich, 1 Switzerland. He came to Johns Hopkins last year from the New York State Pathological institute at Warf* island, New York city. .— — Quarter Million Dead Rats. London.-—Rat catchers reported at the last meeting of the Tendring district council that they had killed 250,000 rodents in the crusade started b* fear of cholera.

a single penny. But he has te pay. for the privilege by submitting to as severe handicap, wMch, although offering the bait of a proportionately large prize, places nearly afl the chances in the hands of the bookie. ' I “This handicap is embodied ip; what is known as the Composite system. That Is to say, the boy Is conk-, polled to spot three placed horses in three separate races. He Is not allowed, when betting in coppers, to win by backing one horse only. Hip task Is, of course, a much harder one,; and his chances of losing Ms money far greater. “In spite of this, however, the lads, with wages averaging from 5s to 10s a week, most of wMch goes to their parents, literally swarm around thee* pestilent tempters, who haunt the en-j trances to the big warehouses and! printing establishments. At th«j crowded dinner hour, when the streets are fullest of bustle, the youngster* pass their coppers and slips of papeij into the ready hands of the tout, darti ing away with their heads full of the prospect of a win or the tip for some fresh race which .he tout has confidentially imparted. "Only a little while ago a friend el mine was standing idly at a streel corner looking about him, when suddenly a small, dingy-looking lad thrust something into his hand and instantly bolted. My friend found he had been presented with a couple of coppers wrapped in a piece of paper Inscribed with the names of three horses entered for as many forthcoming races. He had evidently been mistaken for some street bookie who —the infer, ence Is —must have been in the h&btt of appearing in a very decent guise,!* The ingenuity of these street bookmakers in baffling the police is de-! scribed as beyond belief. They and, the other parasites, the smalt money lenders, who advance sums from 11 cents up, are -responsible for the ruin of thousands of young lives, turning promising boys into street loaferm, hooligans and wastrels.

COLDS Munyon’s Cold Remedy Relieves the head, throat and lungs almost immediately. Checks Fevers, stops Discharges of the nose, takes away all aches and pains caused by colds. It cures Grip ana obstinate Coughs and prevents Pneumonia. Write Prof. Munyon. 63rd and Jefferson Phtla., Pa., for medical advice absolutely free. Some tombstone inscriptions are too good to be true. Constipation is an avoidable misery—take Garfield Tea, Nature’s Herb laxative. THE HOBBLE SWEETHEART. “What’s the matter with him? Has he got rheumatism?” “No; the girl he is engaged to wears a hobble skirt, and he got that walk from trying to keep step with her. Has an Old Relic of Washington. One of the most interesting relics of George Washington is owned by the city of Salem. 1 It is a medallion hi wood, carved after a sketch from life. The same artist executed both sketch and carving, which gives the relic added value. He was Samuel McIntire, native genius with a gift for portraiture. He studied Washington when the father of his country visited Salem on his tour of the east, apd made the medallion shortly afterward, to adorn the arch over the west entrance of Washington square, Salem. Here the efligy remained from 1807 until 1850, when the arch was taken down to give place to an iron fence, still in use. This Washington relic is kept in the fireproof room at the Essex institute, Salem, where It is frequently studied by artists and others as an odd and striking likeness of the great American whom no two artists pictured alike. —Boston Globe. Not for Mortal Understanding. What fond mother has not, at some time, said: “My child, you are much too young to ever understand; you will find out when you get older —all you wish to know will be explained.” And how many of us are still waiting for the reason, for some one to explain—are we still too young? Perhaps we are, and again, perhaps we are not—are, and again, perhaps we are not — perhaps it never shall be explained to us; there are things wrapped in voiceless mystery. A Success. Byker—l attended a successful slelght-of-hand performance last night. Pyker—Really. Byker—Yes. I lent a conjurer a counterfeit half dollar and he gave me back a good one. HEREDITY Can Be Overcome in Cases. The Influence of heredity cannot, of course, he successfully disputed, but It can be minimized or entirely overcome In some cases by correct food and drink. V Conn, lady says; "For years while I was a coffee drinker I suffered from hiliQus attacks of great severity, from which I used to emerge as white as a ghost and very weak. Our family physician gave me various prescriptions for improving the digestion and stimulating the liver, which I tried faithfully but without perceptible -result “He was acquainted with my family hlßtory for several generations back, and once when I visited him he _ said: ‘lf you have inherited one of those torpid livers you may always suffer more or less from its inaction. We can’t dodge our inheritance, you know.’ “I was not so strong a believer In heredity as he was, however, and, beginning to think for myself, I concluded to stop drinking cioffee, and see what effect that would have. I feared it would be a severe trial to give it up, but when I took Postum and had it well made, it completely filled my need for a hot beverage and I grew very fond of it. “I have used Postum for three years, using no medicine. During all that time I have had absolutely none of the bilious attacks that I used to suffer from, and I have been entirely free from the pain and debilitating effects that used to result from them. “The change is surely very great, and I am compelled to give Postum the exclusive credit for it.” Nam* given by Postum Co., Battle Creek* Mich. Read “The Road to Wellvine,** la pkgs. "There’s a Reason.” Ever read the above letter! A jwe eae appears from time to tlmo. They are ftnuine, true, and full ts ummmm intereato