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THE BELLE OF THE CARNIVAL.
“The maskers meet on flying feet,
The fete’s a sightly one;
Ah. fruitless task! in Tain the mask
Conceals thee, sprightly one!
That cunning poke, it still reveal#
Cheeks dimpled, eyes of brown,
That dainty figure’s ways in grace
’Neath Mother Hubbard gown.
“O, Mignonette! sweet Violet!
Pure Lily! radiant Rose!
Whose lips can kiss new fragrance on
The sweetest flower that blows.
“She rushes like a whirlwind on.
While heads around her whirl.
Swift as a twilight swallow’s wing
Above the billow's curj;
Or like a hare, or like a fawn,
Which cruel hunters start,
Each polished skate a flashing shaft
Which pierces every heart.
“I wish I were a melody,
For her to get by heart,
So 1 might ever linger there
And never more depart;
Or lipper on her dainty foot,
Or glove upon her hand;
I’d be the happiest Romeo
Alive in all the land.
“Fleet as a v ision of the morn,
Or yacht on New York Bav,
Or Bluegrass steed of racer breed,
Or sea-gull at Cape May,
On cornet's note her footsteps float,
Beloved and blessed she goes,
Alas! how many hearts to-night
■she robs of their repose!
“O, Mignonette! O, Violet!
Pure Lily, radiant Rose!
Whose lips can kiss new fragrance on
The sweetest flower that blows!’’
HIGH UI IX A BALLOON.
A Thrilling Adventure in the Wilds of
the Sierra Nevada.
Harper'* Weekly.
Late on a clear autumn afternoon of
18t>- the well-known “Woodward’s Gar
dens,” in the city of San Francisco, could
scarcely contain a surging crowd come
together from all quarters of the city to
witness the ascent of a monster balloon.
In that ascent our artist and the faithful
reporter were directly interested; nor was
the flight into ether w hich they and the
Captain (an experienced aeronaut) of the
undertaking proposed bv any means a
common-place affair, being no less than
an attempt to cross in mid-air the mighty
range of the Sierra Nevada and land far
on the other side of that tremendous pali
sade in Salt Lake City itself.
It is hardly necessary to state that this
aeronautic feat had never been accom
plished. Undertaken, the truthful writer
regrets to confess, it had been, and by the
same venturesome trio, who, sitting in
shame on the roof of the cow-shed where
they had collapsed at the very outset of
their trip, railed at the brick chimney
which had wrecked their air-ship, en
dured the jeers of the throng below with
humility, and vowed to repeat the attempt
within a week. A charity picnic afforded
an excellent opportunity. The balloon
had been patched, the temper of the trio
restored and once again the immense
swollen bag toppled in air, pulling up
ward with all ol its 34,000 cubic feet of
gas.
Our party were fairly prompt. We took
our places amid the cheers of the crowd.
Everything was looked to quickly. “Are
you ready?” rang out the question.
‘•Ready; let go!” assented the Captain.
The cables were jerked off; with the
sweep of the hurricane our ajrostat shot
up into space. The ground, the crowd,
the buildings surrounding the gardens,
the tallest treetops outlying us, dropped
like enchantment below—still further be
low—far beneath. Our undertaking was
well begun.
So much has been said of the impres
sions which the air voyager derives dur
ing the first half hour of his ascent that
space may be saved here. The thrill of
intense excitement as all connection with
earth seems sundered; the upturned faces
and black coats in the coucourse of spec
tators becoming black and white dots; the
universal “tore-shortening” of all creation
as one looks down upon it—all combine to
produce a feeling that can never pall. The
fascination of floating at so vast au alti
tude as a balloon can soon attain is deli
cious. Few persons are troubled by gid
diness. Confused sounds rise lullinglv to
the ear, one scarcely distinguishable from
the rest. A kind ot intoxication steals
over the navigator. To live and move
thus seems a rapture. Small wonder that
the man who “balloons' 5 once will “bal
loon” aghin and again, each time becom
ing more infatuated in tempting fate.
Our evening was perfectly serene and
cloudless. A gentle breeze wafted us
northward. The earth became a pale
green and gray map as we reached the
level of 2,000 feet above the bay of San
Francisco, which stretcued out glimmer
ing toward the horizon. We could dis
cern the city, the Golden Gate, the Fara!-
lone Islands. On the east rose Mount
Diablo and the Coast Range summits.
Northward rippled Sacramento Bay, with
a golden dust of cloud hanging over it.
The prospect invigorated us and soda
water was appropriately absorbed by all
present, stronger beverages being inter
dicted.
Sunset came on. We had been gradu
ally reaching the speed of ninety miles au
hour. Not that it was possible to perceive
the fact without scientific help. Even if
a hurricane be blowing, there is still the !
endless sensation of floating, floating; for !
the air current and the airship keep exact |
pace. Thanks to Uie pieces of tissue pa
per which were flung out lavishly from
time to time and to the gauze streamers
fluttering from our cordage w e could as
certain the direction of the wind. Even
a few handfuls of sand thrown out from
the ballast hags hanging out over the rail
caused us to rise perceptibly, for the best
and most delicate scales in the chemist’s
laboratory cannot register the fractious of
an ounce as does the balloon. The sun
went down. Dusk advanced. “We must
descend and put up for the night, friends,”
said our Captain. With the vault above
turning to a deep indigo, we sank gently
and skirted along the country from which
the Coast Range rises.
We were jusl in time to attract the at
tention of a number of farm hands re
turning from work through the fields.
With much shouting back and forth our
dragging ropes were caught aud made
fast. “Tie it to anything from a gatepost
to a steeple,” suggested our artist, in a
series of w hoops worthy of a calliope.
After a still' battle, in which some of our
kind assisters were pretty severely pulled
about, we lound ourselves on terra firma
and on the way to a neighboring farm
house. There w e made light of a famous
supper, washed down gayly with superb
California w ine. Our first stage was ac
complished and we slept the sleep which
it would be a great pity for only the just
to enjoy.
“Daylight already!” was the common
exclamation when our vigilant Captain
administered sundry shakings to each one
of us. Iu an hour breakfast was over and
we were retracing our steps through the
fields. The anchors were loosed after
hearty handshakes with our hospitable
hosts; once more the delightful sensation
of boundless freedom and buoyancy.
“Isn’t this rising early in the morning
with a vengeance?” queried one of the
fraternity, as the Captain announced us
to be overtopping 16,000 feet.
“The man who w ill make a joke of that
character undeTr such matutinal circum
stances deserves to be thrown out of this
conveyance,” responded the Captain,
grimly. But our atmospheric conditions
were not long favorable to joking. The
cold grew intense. Our voices seemed
mysteriously muffled and it was neces
sary to shout instead of chat. Ears tin
gled and the rush of blood to the head
foreshadowed the sudden nose-bleedings
that followed. Our Captain, prudent sail
or, thoroughly approved of husbanding
the ascensional powers ot his craft. We
dropped apace to a warmer and more
normal level, where life was livable at
lower pressure.
By this time our second day was well
begun. The morning mists evaporated
around, above aud below us. The west
wind spun us toward the gigantic peaks
of the Sierra Nevada, which finally
mounted the eastern sky in full sight.
We greeted them with cheers.
“Ah, old fellows, we will be on the
other side ol you soon!” cried one of the
party.
“Take care, 55 responded the Captain,
smilingly; “you are by no means there
yet. ss
Beautifully penciled in green and black,
the forest slopes extended to our view.
“Look over there,” ejaculated the Captain.
“Do you make out the track of the Central
Pacific? See! There is a train climbing
up that grade!” Our artist did make out
railroad and train, and contrived to sketch
the same. Iu a little time we passed nearly
over both and caught the rumble and roar
of wheels and the sight of a flurry of sa
luting handkerchiefs from the car win
dows. But our mighty air ship could not
delay for courtesies; the lightning express
fell far behind. Steadily, wiud aud all
else favorable, we rose and swept forward.
With a fresh cheer we saw the highest
peak ot the lolty mountain wilderness
lying 3,000 feet beneath us. “At this rate
we shall be on the other side and asleep
in Salt Lai c City to-night,” cried two
•of us.
Alas! this boast was scarcely uttered
before its punishment came upon us.
Streaks ot cloud suddenly appeared above
tne great Nevada table land 9. The wind
veered to the north. Its speed and ours
increased. Our Captain’s uneasiness grew
evident. A moisture like dew began to
freeze over us. We began to sink rapidly.
Clearly we were in train for experiences
of a most unexpected sort.
“Throw out the ballast!” called our
Captain. Rising once more, we darted
into a dense cloud and there drifted with
lightning speed still northward. Water
froze upon our cordage. There was only
one thing now to do. “Over with all the
ballast!” commanded our leader. It was
in vain. We shot down perpendicularly
with tlie speed of a bullet—l,soo feet in
each second. Presently the whizzing of
the gale in the tree tops of the mountain
summits became terribly audible. To
land under such conditions was impossi
ble. Everything we possessed was tossed
overboard—our spare clothing, our pre
visions—still to no purpose.
A moment or two later, with a series of
crashes and bounds and leaps that made
us hold on like grim death itself, our bas
ket was dragged through the thick-set
pine tops. Who could fitly describe the
frightful sensations that ensued? With
all visions dissipated of success in our
expedition, and possibly reaching Salt
Lake City or anywhere else alive, we
crouched with clinched hold and set teeth
in the wicker car. Occasionally, as we
were borne across some depression iu the
mountains’ side, we were tree from col
lisions and were swept somewhat upward.
I well remember that during one of these
intervals our Captain, finding the rope of
the escape valve had become entangled
above, with masterly address clambered
the network ol the bounding globe aud,
clinging tightly to what slender hold he
found, adjusted it. It was a feat to trem
ble at in recollecting. In less than ten
minutes alter it had been accomplished
we struck the tree tops again and were
hurled more mercilessly than ever among
their creaking branches, until with one
tremendous shock our basket struck the
stronger limbs of a mighty forest giant
and held firm. To pull the ripping rope
was the work of a second. With a crack
a whole seam of the balloon parted. The
gas fell about us m our wretched situa
tion, nearly choking us. Our late tyrant
collapsed and hung suspended lrom its
colossal peg, the pine tree. We were safe.
Upon the remaining adventures of that
luckless day neither reporter nor artist is
disposed to dilate. Our valiant Captain,
being inured to such untimely ends to all
the pomp and circumstance of glorious
ballooning, was subsequently seen to
smile over the affair.
With vast difficulty we managed to
glide down the slippery trunk ot the pine,
whose only branches, among which we
were perched, grew SO feet from the
ground. We had landed on the summit
of a spur of the Sierras. By compass we
took our bearings and set out for shelter.
Around us rose the wilderness pure and
simple. There was no trace of road or
habitation and we were forced to fight our
wav through the dense undergrowth until
nightfall. Without provisions and ut
terly exhausted, our little party threw
themselves down under the thicket's shel
ter and slept till the pallid dawn. A sec
ond day of such fruitless wandering meant
something so nearly approaching to death
that we hardly cared to contemplate it as
we trudged onward.
By noon of the second day the strength
of one of the party had given out entirely,
l'he other two were manfully preparing
to carry him between them, when a roar
ing brook was struck and feebly followed
with reviving hope. It was scarcely a
quarter of an hour before the expected
flume was discovered, at the foot of a
steep declivity. A solitary Chinaman
stood beside it plying a spade. We made
our way toward him. At first our hag
gard appearance and scarcely understood
tongue made the suspicious Celestial lit
tle disposed to listen to us or havo aught
to xlo with us; but, speedily becoming
convinced that we bad no designs upon
liis claim, he lent a very wondering and
compassionate ear to the narrative whicti
our Captain communicated, and presently
summoned all his pigtailed fellowship to
hearken and aid us. We were, in truth,
very kindly cared for by our yellow-faced
Iriends during the two days which we
found we must pass iu that lonely camp
before mules and wagons and men could
be summoned from Nevada Citv, 50 miles
distant.
When they arrived the balloon was
looked up and, ripped apart, forwarded to
Reno. The overland train was finally
taken and our trio speeded to San Fran
cisco, in defeat, but with thankful souls. ;
No Explanations.
Detroit Free Frees.
A traveler for a Detroit wholesale
grocery house was the other day making
a trip between two Northern country
towns with a sleigh when one of the horses
was taken sick, and he drove up at a
farm-house and inquired if he could put
the animal out and rest him until he re
covered.
“You can,” replied the woman, “but I
want to warn you in advance that I have
run away from my husband on two differ
ent occasions—once with a drover and
once with a map seller.”
“Well, what of it?”
“You'll find out as soon as the old man
comes up from the slashing. He’ll think
you’re after me, and there’ll be a row.”
“O. I guess I can explain matters to
him.”
“Don’t you wait to explain nothing,”
she continued; “he’ll go fflr you without
a word, and if you can’t wallop him he’ll
give you the worst licking a stranger
ever got.”
The horse was too ill to go on, and the
agent had no recourse but to stay and
face the music. He was at the barn rub
bing the animal down, when the old man
suddenly showed himself at the door.
Waiting just long enough to draw a full
breath he made a break lor the traveler.
The latter dropped his wisp of hay and
felt of the farmer’s right eye in a way
that laid him flat. He"got up and came
again, but was received with a stinger on
the jaw, and as he went down the traveler
got him by the throat and held him fast.
By and by, when he dared let up a little,
he explained:
“I was forced to stop here and take
care ol a sick horse.”
“Well, that’s all right,” replied the
fanner. “Let me up and I’ll help ruh
him.”
He was assisted to his feet, and went
to work with considerable heart. By and
by he went to the house ana bad his eye
bound up, and when supper was ready he
insisted that the traveler should eat with
him. Not a cent would lie take when the
latter was ready to go, but extending his
hand he said:
“Stranger, I’ve licked seven different
men who stopped here within the last six
months, and it kinder does me good to get
knocked under the benches. Next time
you come this way stop and give me an
hour’s lesson. Good-by to you.”
George Washington’* Nose.
Chicago Tribune.
Judge Poland, Representative in Con
gress from Vermont, is said to bear a re
semblance of portraits ol George'Wash
ington, and the likeness is increased by
the antiquated style of dress. One day,
according to a Troy 'Times correspondent,
he was in the east room of the White
House with some friends from Vermont.
The room was made dim by heavy cur
tains. A comfortable-looking Quaker,
with his wife and two children, entered
the further end in their sight-seeing
rounds. In the corner near the judge
stood a full-length picture-frame leaning
against the wall. “Get behind that
frame,” said one of the party, “and we’ll
tell these people that it’s'a picture of
Washington.”
The stepped briskly into place.
Slowly the Quaker and his brood came
down the great room, he pointing out the
pictures on the wall. “What’s that?” he
demanded, pointing toward the Judge.
“That’s Washington,” he was answered.
“Do not go near. The painting is just fin
ished and must not: be touched.” The
Judge stood impassive in the shadow,
gazing pensively out as the group halted
a dozen feet away. At length the honest
visitor found voice. Turning sorrowfully
to bis wife he said: “Wife, we always
thought well of George Washington, but
that is all over. We are temperance peo
ple ; just look at that nose ?” and he pointed
toward the most marked feature of Judge
Poland’s face, gathered up his family,
and sorrowfully marched away. The
Vermonters restrained themselves for a
moment, then gave way, and onlv realized
what they were doing by the Judge’s gruff
words, “What are you fools laughing at?”
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and lack of energy? What will prevent
chills and fever and other effects of mala
rial puiou? Brown’s Iron Bitters. It is
well to know this.
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. FEBRUARY 3, 1884.
LEGAL METAMORPHOSES.
A REMINISCENCE OF A POLICE OF
FICER.
BY CHARLES DICKENS.
The respectable agent of a rather emi
nent French house arrived one morning
in great apparent distress at Scotland
Yard, and informed the Superintendent
that he had jiist sustained a great, almost
ruinous, loss in notes of the Bank of
England and commercial bills of ex
change, besides a considerable sum in
gold.
He had, it appeared, been absent in
Paris about ten days, and on his return,
but a few hours previously, discovered
that his iron chest had been completely
rilled during bis absence. False keys
must have been used, as the empty chest
wa9 found locked, and no sign of violence
could be observed. He handed in full
written details of the property carried
off, the numbers of the notes, and every
other essential particular.
The first step taken was to ascertain if
any ot the notes had been tendered at the
bank. Not one bad been presented; pay
ment was of course stopped, and adver
. tisements descriptive of the bills of ex
change, as well as of the notes, were in
serted in the evening and following morn
ing papers. A day or two afterward a
considerable reward was offered for such
information as might lead to the appre
hension of the offenders. No result fol
lowed; and spite of the active exertions
of the officers employed, not the slightest
clew could be obtained to the perpetra
tors ol the robbery. The junior partner
in the firm, Mr. Bellebon, in the mean
time arrived in England to assist in the
investigation, and was uaturallv exterme
ly urgent in his inquiries; but the myste
ry which enveloped the affair remained
impenetrable.
At last a lettter, bearing the St. Martin
le Grand postmark, was received by the
agent, M. Alexandre le Breton, which con
tained an offer to surrender the whole of
the plunder, with the exception of the
gold, for the sum of £I,OOO. The property
which had been abstracted was more than
ten times that sum, and bad been des
tined by the French house to meet some
heavy liabilities falling due in London
very shortly. Le Breton had been order
ed to deposit the whole amount to the ac
count of the firm, and had indeed been
severely blamed tor not having done so as
he received the different notes and bills;
and it was on going to the chest immedi
ately on his return from Paris, for the
purpose of fulfilling the peremptory in
struction be bad received, that M. le Bre
ton discovered the robberv.
The letter went on to state that should
the offer be acceeded to, a 'invstically
worded advertisement—of which a copy
was inclosed—was to be inserted ill the
Times, and then a mode would be sug
gested for Basely—in the interests ot tbe
thieves of course—carrying the agree
ment into effect. M. Bellebon was half
inclined to close with this proposal, in
order to save the credit of the house,
which would be destroyed unless its ac
ceptance, now due in about fourteen days,
could be met; and without the stolen
moneys and bills of exchange, this was,
he feared, impossible. The Superinten
dent, to whom M. Bellebon showed the
letter, would not hear of compliance with
such a demand, and threatened a prose
cution for compounding felony if M. Belle-
bon persisted in doing so.
The advertisement was, however, in
serted, and an immediate reply directed
that Le Breton, the agent, should present
| himself at the Old Manor House, Green
; Lanes, Newington, unattended, at 4
j o’clock on the following afternoon, bring
i ing with him of course the stipulated sum
! m gold- It was added, that to prevent
any treason ( trahison , the letter was
written in French) Le Breton would find
a note for h-m at the tavern, informing him
of the spot—a solitary one, and far away
from any place where an ambush could
be concealed—where the business would
be concluded, and to which he must pro
ceed unaccompanied and on foot.
This proposal was certainly quite as in
genious, as it was cool, and the chance of
outwitting such cunning rascals seemed
exceedingly doubtful. Avery tolerable
scheme was, however, hit upon, and M.
le Breton proceeded at the appointed hour
to the Old Manor House. No letter nor
messsage had been left for him, and no
body obnoxious to the slightest suspicion
could be seen near or about the tavern.
On the following day another missive ar
rived, which stated That the writer was
quite aware of the trick which the police
had intended playing him, and he assured
M. Bellebou that such a line ot conduct
was as unwise as it would be fruitless,
inasmuch as, if “good faith” was not ob
served, the securities aud notes would be
inexorably destroyed or otherwise dis
posed of, and the house of Bellebon & Cos.
be consequently exposed to the shame and
ruin of bankruptcy.
Just at this crisis of the affair I arrived
in town and was welcomed oy the Super
intendent.
“I have been wishing for your re
turn,” said he, “in order to intrust you with
a most tangled affair. You know French,
too, which is fortunate, for the gentleman
who has been plundered understands lit
tle or no English.”
He then related the foregoing particu
lars, with other apparently slight circum
stances, and after a long conversation
with him I retired to think the matter
over, and decide upon the likeliest mode
of action. After much cogitation I de
termined to see M. Bellebon alone; and
forthis purpose I dispatched the waiter of
a tavern adjacent to his lodgings with a
note expressive of my wish to see him in
stantly on pressing business. He was at
home, and immediately acceded to mv re
quest. I easily introduced myself, and al
ter about a quarter of an hour’s confer
ence said carelessly—for I saw he was too
heedless of speech, too quick and frank,
to be intrusted with the dim suspicion
which certain trifling indices had sug
gested to me—“ls Monsieur le Breton at
the office where the robbery was commit
ted ?”
“No, he is gone to Greenwich on busi
ness, and will not return till late iu the
evening. But if you wish to re-examine
the place, I can of course enable you to
do so.”
“It will, I think, be advisable; and you
will, if you please,” I added, as wc
emerged into tlie street, “permit me to
take you by the arm, in order that the of
ficial character of my visit may not be sus
pected by any one there.”
He laughingly replied, aud we arrived
at the house arm in arm. We were ad
mitted by an elderly woman; and there
was a man—a moustached clerk
seated at a desk in an inner room writing.
He eyed me lor a moment, somewhat
askance, I thought, but I gave him no op
portunity for a distinct view of my feau
tures; and presently handed M. Bellebon
a card on which I had contrived to write,
unobserved, “Send away the clerk.” This
was more naturally done than I antici
pated; and in answer to M. Bellebon’s
glance of inquiry, I merely said that, as I
did not wish to be known there as a police
officer, it was essential that the minute
search I was about to make should be
without witnesses. He agreed; and the
woman was also sent away upon a distant
errand.
Every conceivable place did I ran
sack; every scrap of paper that had writ
ing on it I eagerly perused. At length
the search was over, apparently without
result.
“You are quite sure, Monsieur Belle
bon, as you informed the Superinten
dent, that Monsieur le Breton has no fe
male relations or acquaintances in this
country ?”
“Positive,” he replied, “I have made the
most explicit inquiries on the subject both
of the clerk Dubarle and of the woman
servant.”
Just then the clerk returned (out of
breath with haste I noticed) and I took
my leave without even now affording
the young gentleman so clear a view of
my face as he was evidently anxious to
obtain.
“No female acquaintance!” thought I,
as I re-entered the private room of the
tavern I had left an hour before. “From
whom came, then, these scraps of per
fumed note paper l have found in hisdesk,
I wonder?”
I sat down and endeavored to piece
them out, but, after considerable trouble,
satisfied myself that they were parts of
different notes, and so small, unfortunate
ly, as to contain nothing which separate
ly afforded any information except that
they were all written in one hand,and that
a female one.
About two hours after this I was saun
tering along the direction of Stoke-New
ington, where I was desirous of making
some inquiries as to another matter, and
had passed the Kingsland Gate a few hun
dred yards, when a small discolored print
ed handbill lying in i>haberdasher’s shop
window arrested my attention. It ran
thus:
“Two Guineas Reward.—Lost, an
Italian greyhound. The tip of its tail
has been chopped off, and it answers to
the name ot Fidele.” Underneath, tlie
reader was told in writing to “Inquire
within.”
“Fidele!” I mentally exclaimed. “Any
relation to M. le Breton’s fair correspon
dent’s Fidele, I wonder!” In a twinkling
my pocket-book was out, and I reperused
by the gas-light on one of tbs perfumed
scraps of paper the following portion of a
sentence, “ma pauvre Fidele est per—”
Tne bill, I observed, was dated nearly
three weeks previously. I forthwith en
tered the shop, and pointing to the bill,
said I knew a person who had found such
a deg as was there advertised lor. The
woman at the counter said she was glad
to hear it, as the lady, formerly a custom
er of theirs, was much grieved at the ani
mal’s loss.
“What is the lady’s name?” I asked.
“1 can’t rightly pronounce the name,”
was the reply. “It is Frencn, I be
lieve; but here it is, with the address, in
the day-book, written by herself.”
I eagerly read, “Madame Levasseur,
Oak Cottage, about one mile on the road
from Edmonton to Southgate.” The hand
writing greatly resembled that on the
scraps 1 had taken from M. le Breton’s
desk; and the writer was French too!
Here were indications of a trail which
might lead to unhoped-for success, and
1 determined to follow it up vigorously.
After one or two other questions, I left
the shop, promising to send the dog to the
lady the next day.
My business at Stoke-Newington was
soon accomplished. I then hastened
westward to the establishment ot a well
known dog fancier, and procured the
loan, at a reasonable price, of an ugly
Italian hound; the requisite loss of the
tip of its tail was very speedily accom
plished.
I arrived at the lady’s residence about
12 o’clock on the following day, so thor
oughly disguised as a vagabond Cockney
dog-stealer that my own wile, when 1 en
tered the breakfast-parlor just previous
to starting, screamed with alarm and
surprise. The mistress of Oak Cottage
was at home, but indisposed, and the
servant said she would take the dog to
her, though, it I would take It out of the
basket, she herself could tell me if it was
Fidele or not. I replied that I would only
show the dog to the lady, and would not
trust it out of my hands.
This message was carried upstairs, and
after waiting some time outside—for the
woman, with natural preeation, consider
ing my appearance, for the safety of the
portable articles lying about, had closed
the street door in my face—l was readmit
ed, desired to wipe my shoes carefully, and
walk up.
Madame Levasseur, a showy-looking
woman, though not over-refined in speech
or manners, was seated on a sofa, in ve
hement expectation of embracing her
dear Fidele; but my vagabond appearance
so startled her that she screamed loudly
for her husband, M. Levasseur. This gen
tleman, a tine, tall, whiskered, mous
tached person, hastened into the apart
ment half shaved, and with his razor in
his hand.
“Qu’est ce qu’il y a done? ” he demand
ed.
“Mais voyez cette liorreur la,” replied
the lady, meaning me, not the dog, which
I was slowly emancipating from the
basket-kennel. The gentleman laughed;
and reassured by the presence of her
husband, Madame Levasseur’s anxieties
concentrated themselves upon the expect
ed Fidele.
“Mais man I)ieu!” she exclaimed again
as I displayed the aged beauty I had
brought for her inspection, “why, this is
not Fidele!”
“Not, marm!” I answered, with quite
innocent surprise. “Vy, ere is her wery
tail;” and I held up the mutilated ex
tremity for her closer inspection. The
lady was not, however, to be convinced
even by that evidence; and as the gentle
man soon became impatient of my per
sistence, and hinted very intelligibly
that he had a mind to hasten my passage
down stairs with the toe of his boot, 1,
having made the best possible use of my
eyes during the short interview, scram
bled up the dog and basket and departed.
“No female relative or acquaintance
hasn’t he?” was my exultant thought as I
gained the road. “And yet it that is not
M. le Breton’s picture hot ween those of
the husbaud and wife, 1 am a booby, and
a blind one.” I no longer iu the* least
doubted that 1 bad struck a brilliant trail;
and 1 could have shouted with exultation,
so eager was 1 to extricate the plundered
firm trom their terrible difficulties; the
more especially as young M. Bellebon,
with the frankness of his age and nation,
had hinted to me—and the suddenly trem
ulous light of his fine expressive eyes
testified to the acuteness of apprehen
sions—that his marriage with a long
loved and amiabli girl depended upon
Ms suoocso in saving the credit of Uls
mse.
That same evening, about!) o’odock, M.
Levasseur, expensively but withal snob
bishly attired, left Oak C ottage, walked
to Edmonton, hailed a cab, and drove off
rapidly toward town, followed by an Eng
lish swell as stviishly and snobbishly
dressed, wigged, whiskered and mous
tached as himself; this English swell be
ing no other than myself, as pretti
ly metamorphosed and made up for the
part I intended playing as heart could
wish.
M. Levasseur descended at the end of
the Quadrant, Regent street, and took his
way to Vine street, leading out of that
celebrated thoroughfare. I followed, and,
observing him enter a public house, un
hesitatingly did the same. It was a house
of call and general rendezvous for loreign
servants out of place. Valets, couriers,
cooks, of many varieties of shade, nation
and respectability, were assembled there,
smoking, drinking and playing at an in
sufferably noisy game, unknown, I be
lieve, to Englishmen, and which must, I
think, have been invented in sheer de
spair ol cards, dice or other implements
of gambling. The solo instruments of
play were the gamesters’ fingers, of which
the two persons playing suddenly and
simultaneously uplifted as many, or as
few, as they pleased, each player alter
nately calling a number; and if he named
precisely how many fingers were held up
by himself and opponent, he marked a
point. The hubbub of cries—“cinq,”
“neuf,” “dix,” etc.—was deatening. The
players—almost everybody in tbe large
room—were too much occupied to notice
our entrance; aud M. Levasseur and my
self seated ourselves, and called for some
thing to drink, without, I was glad to see,
exciting the slightest observation.
M. Levasseur, I soon perceived, was an
intimate acquaintance of many there;
and somewhat to my surprise, for he spoke
French very well, 1 found that he was a
Swiss. His name was, I therefore con
cluded, assumed. Nothing positive re
warded my watchfulness that evening:
but 1 felt quite sure that Levasseur bad
come there with the expectation of meet
ing someone, as he did not play, aud went
away about 11:30 o’clock with an ob
viously discontented air. The following
niglit it was the same; but the next, who
should peer into tlie room and look
cautiously round,but M. Alexandre le Bre
ton.
The instant the eyes of the friends met,
Levasseur rose and went out. I hesitated
to follow, lest such a movement might ex
cite suspicion; and it was well I did not,
as they both presently returned and seat
ed themselves close by my side. The
anxious, haggard countenance of Le Bre
ton —who had, I should have before
stated, been privately pointed out to me
by one ot the force early on the morning
1 visited Oak Cottage—struck me forcibly,
especially in contrast with that of Levas
seur, which were only an expression of
malignant and ferocious triumph, slight
ly dashed by temporary disappoint
ment. Le Breton stayed but a short
time, and the only whispered woids I
caught were: “He has, 1 fear, some sus
picion.”
The anxiety and impatience of M. Belle
boil while this was going on became ex
treme, and he sent me note after note—the
only mode of communication I would per
mit-expressive oi his consternation at
the near approach of the time when the
engagements of his house would arrive at
maturity without anything having in the
meantime been accomplished. I pitied
him greatly, and, after some thought and
hesitation," resolved upon anew and
bolder game.
By affecting to drink a great deal, oc
casionally playing, and in other ways ex
hibiting "a reckless, devil-may-care de
meanor, 1 had striyen to insinuate myself
into the confidence and companionship of
Levasseur, but hitherto without much ef
fect; and, although once I could see
startled by a casual hint I dropped to an
other person—one of “ours”—just suf
ficiently loud for him to hear—that I
knew a sure and safe market for stopped
Bank of England notes, the cautious
scoundrel quickly subsided into his
usual guarded reserve. He evidently
doubted me, and it was imperatively
necessary to remove those doubts. This
was at last effectually, and, I am vain
enough to think, cleverly done.
One evening a rakish-looking man, who
ostentatiously and repeatedly declared
himself to be Mr. Trelawney of Conduit
street, and who was evidently three parts
intoxicated, seated himself directly in
front of us, and with much braggart im
pudence boasted of his money, at the
same time displaying a pocket-book,
which seemed pretty full of Bank-of-Eng
laml notes. There were only a few per
sons present in the room besides us, and
they were at the other end of the room.
Levasseur. I saw, noticed with considera
ble interest the look of greed and covet
ousness which I fixed on that same
poeketbook. At length the stranger rose
to depart. I also hurried up and slipped
after him, and was quietly and slyly fol
lowed by Levasseur. Alter proceeding
about a dozen paces I looked furtively
about, but not behind; robbed Mr. Trelaw
uey of his poeketbook, which he had
placed in one of the tails of his Coat
crossed over the street and walked hur
riedly away, followed as I could hear by
Levasseur. I entered another public
house, strode into an empty back room,
and was just in tbe act of examining my
prize when in stepped Levasseur. He
looked triumphant as Lucifer, as he
clapped me on the shoulder and said in a
low, exultant voice, “I saw that pretty
trick, Williams, and can, if I like, trans
port you!”
My consternation was naturally ex
treme, and Levasseur laughed immensely
at the terror he excited.
“Xoyez tranquille he said, at last, at
the same time ringing the bell; “I shall
not hurt you.” He ordered some wiue,
and, after the waiter had tilled the order
and left the room, said: “Those notes of
Mr. Trelawney’s will of course be stopped
in the morning, but I think I once beard
you say you knew of a market tor such
articles.”
1 hesitated, coyly, unwilling further to
commit myself.
“Come, come,” x'esumed Levasseur in a
still low but menacing tone, “no non
sense. I have you now; you are, in
fact, entirely in my power; but be can
died, and you are safe. Who is your
friend?”
“He is not in town now,” I stammered.
“Stuff—humbug! I have myself some
notes to change. There,now we understand
each other. What does he give, and how
does he dispose of them?”
“He gives about a third generally, and
gets riu of them abroad. They reach the
bank through bona fide and innocent hold
ers, and in that case the bank is of course
bound to pay.”
“Is that the law also with respect to
bills of exchange?”
“Yes, to be sure it is.”
“And is amount of any consequence to
your friend?”
“None, I believe, whatever.”
“Well, then, you must introduce me to
him.”
“No, that I can’t,” 1 hurriedly an
swered. “He won’t deal with strangers.”
“lou must, I tell you, or I will call
an officer.”
Terrified by this threat, I muttered that
his name was Levi Samuel.
“And where does Levi Samuel live?”
“That,” I replied, “I can not tell; but
I know how to communicate with him.”
Filially, it was settled by Levasseur that
1 should dine at Oak Cottage the nextdav
but one, and that I shouid arrange with
Samuel to meet us there immediately af
terward. The notes and bills be had to i
dispose ot, I was to inform Samuel, j
amounted to nearly £12.000, and I was I
promised £SOO for effecting the bargain.
. “Five hundred pounds, remember, Wil
liams,” said Levasseur, as we parted; “or,
it you deceive me, transportation! You
can prove nothing regarding me, whereas
I could settle you off-hand.”
The Superintendent and I had a long
and rather anxious conference the next
day. We agreed that, situated as Oak
Cottage was, in an open space away from
any other building, it would not be advis
able that any officer except myself and
the pretended Samuel should approach
the place. We also agreed as to the
probability of such clever rogues having
so placed the notes and bills that they
could be consumed or other wise destroy
ed on the slightest alarm, and that the
open arrest of Levasseur, and a search of
Oak Cottage, would in all likelihood prove
fruitless.
“There will be only two of them.” I
said in a reply to a remark of the Super
intendent as to the somewhat dangerous
game I was risking with powerful aud des
perate men, “even should Le Breton be
there; and surelv Jackson and I, aided by
Ihe surprise and our pistols, will be too
many for them.”
Little more was said, the Superinten
dent wished us luck, and I sought out and
instructed. Jackson.
1 will confess that, on setting out the
next day to keep my appointment, 1 felt
considerable anxiety. Levasseur might
have discovered my vocation, and set this
trap for my destruction. Yet that was
hardly possible. At all events, whatever
the danger, it was necessary to face it;
and, having cleaned and loaded my pis
tols with unusual care, and bade my wife
‘V muic 11...,, o.ll } .
which, by the way, rather startled her,
I set off, determined, as we used to say in
Yorkshire, “to win the horse or lose the
saddle.”
I arrived in good time at Oak Cottage
and found my host in the highest possible
spirits. Dinner was ready, he said, but
it would be necessary to wait a few min
utes for the two friends he expected.
“Two friends 1” I exclaimed, really star
tled. “You told me last evening there
was to be only one, a Monsieur Le Bre
ton.”
“True,” rejoined Levasseur, carelessly;
“but 1 had forgotten that another party
as much interested as ourselves would
like to be present, and would invite him
self if 1 did not. But there will be enough
for us all, never fear,” he added with a
coarse laugh, “especially as Madame Le
vasseur does not dine with us.”
At this momenta loud knock was heard.
“Here they are!” exclaimed Levasseur,
and hastened out to meet them.
I peeped through the blind and, to my
great alarm, saw that Le Bretou was ac
companied by the clerk Dubarle! My
first impulse was to seize my pistols and
rush out of the house; bnt calmer thoughts
soon succeeded and the improbability that
a plan had been laid to entrap me re
curred forcibly. Still, should the clerk
recognize me? The situation was un
doubtedly a critical one; but I was in for
it and must, therefore, brave the matter
out in the best way 1 could.
Presently a conversation, carried on in
a loud, menacing tone in the next room,
between Levasseur and the new-comers,
arrested my attention and I softly ap
proached the door to listen. Le Bretou, I
soon found, was but half a villain, and
was extremely anxious that the property
should not be disposed of till at least an
other effort had been made at negotiation.
The others, now that a market for the
notes and securities had been Obtained,
were determined to avail themselves of it
and immediately leave the country. The
almost agonized entreaties of Le Breton
that they would not utterly ruin the house
he had betrayed were treated w T ith scorn
ful contempt, and he was at length silenced
by their brutal menaces. Le Breton, I
further learned, was a cousin of Madame
Levasseur, whose husband had first pil
laged him at play and then suggested the
crime which had been committed as the
sole means of concealing the defalcations
of which he, Levasseur, had been the oc
casion and promoter.
After a brief delay all three entered the
dining-room, and a slight but significant
start which the clerk Dubarle gave, as
Levasseur, with mock ceremony intro
duced me, made my heart leap into my
mouth. llis half-formed suspicions
seemed, however, to be dissipated for the
moment by the humorous account Levas
seur gave him of the robbery of Mr. Tre
lawnev, and we sat down to a very hand
some (tinner.
A more uncomfortable one, albeit, 1
never assisted at. The furtive looks of
Dubarle, who bad been only partially re
assured, grew more and more inquisitive
and earnest. Fortunately Levasseur w r as
in rollicking spirits and humor, and did
not heed the unquiet glances of the young
man, and as for Le Breton, he took little
notice of anybody. At last the terrible
dinner was over and the wine w r as pushed
briskly round. I drank much more freely
than usual, partly with a view to calm
my nerves and partly to avoid remark. It
was nearly the time for the Jew’s appear
ance, when Dubarle, after a scrutinizing
and somewhat imperious look at my face,
said abruptly, “I think, Monsieur Wil
liams, I have seen you somewhere be
fore ?”
“Very likely,” I replied with as much
indifference as I could assume. “Many
persons have seen me before—some of
them once or twice too often.”
“True!” exclaimed Levasseur with a
shout. “Trelawney, for instance!”
“I should like to see monsieur with his
wig off'!” said the clerk with increasing
insolence.
“Nonsense, Dubarle; you are a fool,”
exclaimed Levasseiw; “and I will not
have my good friemrWilliams insulted.”
Dubarle did not persist, but it was
plain enough that some dim remembrance
of my features continued to haunt and
perplex him.
At length, and the relief was unspeaka
ble, a knock at the outer door announced
Jackson—Levi Samuel, I mean. We all
jumped up and ran to the window. It
was the Jew sure enough, and admirably
he had dressed and now looked the part.
Levasseur went out and in a minute or
two returned, introducing him. Jackson
could not suppress a start as he caught
sight of the tall, moustached addition to
the expected com puny; and although be
turned it off very well, it drove the Jew
ish dialect in which he had been prac
ticing completely out of his thoughts and
speech as he said:
“You have more company than my
friend Williams led me to expect!”
“A friend—one friend extra, Mr. Sam
uel,” said Levasseur; “that is all. Con.e,
sit dowH and let me help you to a glass of
wine. You are an English Jew, I per
ceive ?”
“Yes.”
A silence of a minute or two succeeded
and then Levasseur said, “You are of
course prepared tor business?”
“Yes—that is if you are reasonable.”
“Reasonable! the most reasonable man
in the world,” rejoined Levasseur with a
loud laugh. “But pray where is the gold
you mean to pay us with?”
“If w’e agree, I will letch it in half an
hour. Ido not carry bags ot sovereigns
about with me into all companies,” re
plied Jackson with much readiness.
•“Well, that’s right enough; and now
how much discount do you charge?”
“I will tell you when I see the securi
ties.”
Levasseur rose without another w’ord
and left the apartment. He was gone
about ten minutes, and on his return de
liberately counted ou; the stolen Bank of
England notes and bills of exchange.
Jackson got up from his chair, peered
close to them and began noting down the
amounts in his pocket-book. I also rose
and pretended to be looking at a picture
by the fire-place. The moment was a ner
vous one, as the signal had been agreed
upon and could not now be changed or
deferred. The clerk Dubarle also hastily
rose and eyed Jackson with flaming but
indecisive looks.
The examination of the securities was
at length terminated, and Jackson began
counting the Bank of England notes
aloud—“One—two—taree—four— five !”
As the signal word passed his lips he
threw himself upon Le Breton, who sat
next to him; and at the next moment 1
passed one of my feet between Dubarle’s
and, with a dexterous twist, hurled him
.violently to the floor; another instant and
my grasp was on the throat of Levasseur
and my pistol at his ear.
“Hurrah!” we both shouted with eager
excitement; and oefore either of the vil
lains could recover from his surprise, or
indeed perfectly comprehend what had
happened, Levasseur and Le Breton were
handcuffed and resistance was out of the
question. Young Dubarle was next easily
secured.
Levasseur, the instant he recovered the
use of his faculties, which the complete
ness and suddenness of the surprise and
attack had paralyzed, yelled like a mad
man with rage and anger and, but for us
would, 1 verily believe, have dashed his
brains out against the walls of the room.
The other two were calmer and having at
last thoroughly pinioned and secured them
and carelully gathered up the recovered
plunder, we ieft Oak Cottage in triumph,
letting ourselves out, for the woman ser
vant had gone off, doubtless to acquaint
her mistress with the disastrous turn af
fairs had taken. No inquiry was made
after either of them.
An hour afterward the prisoners were
secure!/ locked up and I hurried to ac
quaint 31. Bellebon with the fortunate
issue of our enterprise. His exultation,
it will be readily believed, was unbound
ed; and I left him busy with letters to the
firm, and doubtless one to ' l cette chere el
aimable Louise,” announcing the joyful
ne .6.
The prisoners, after a brief trial, were
convicted of felonious conspiracy and
were all sentenced to ten years’ transpor
tation. Le Breton’s sentence, the Judge
told him, would have been for life, but for
the contrition he had exhibited shortly
before his apprehension.
As Levasseur passed me on leaving the
dock, he exclaimed in French and in a
desperately savage tone, “I will repay
you for this when I return, and that in
fernal Trelawney, too.”
I am too much accustomed to threats of
this kind to be in any way moved by them
and I therefore contented mysell by
smiling and a civil Au recoir — allons!
PETE MAGUFP ON SKATES.
He Narrates to Brother Shinbones Smith
His Experience.
Xew York Times.
It w’as night. The soft flicker of a tal
low dip threw a dim, religious light upon
the walls and ceiling of the rude but com
fortable room. Outside the big yellow
stars were twinkling in a heaven of black
blueness, and their mellow radiance
spread a faint glimmer over the snow
flecked landscape. Ever and anon the
ring of upon the lee and the melo
heard. Anon the deep bass ’"voice s oP£fi£
nocturnal feline broke forth into a glad
some carol that echoed and re-eeboed
among the disintegrated boulders until it
died away in a tremulous series ot golden
cadences tar out in the cold, cold west.
The wind blew in fitful gusts and moaned
aud sighed among the bare boughs of the
serai-whitewashed maples. The night was
crisp, cold, and bracing.
Inside the room the atmosphere was
warm and heavy. Smoke of a grayish
blue tint circled about in stratified and
cumulus clouds. On the table stood a
tankard, made of good iron china, and
containing a drink that was neither crisp
nor cold, but extremely bracing. Around
that table, holding it in close and loving
embrace, sat Brother Shinbones Smith
and Brother Peter Maguff. They were en
gaged in the proper method of passing a
winter evening. They were talking about
the good old times. People always talk
about the good old times in the winter.
Brother Peter Maguff was full of anec
dote. Brother Shinbones Smith was full
of toddy. Both were happy.
“Brudder Shinbones,” said Peter, “did
I ebber tell yo’ ’bout my great skeetin’
act?”
“No, yo’ kain’t nebber said nuffin ’bout
dat, Brudder Pete.”
“Wal, now, I jess tole yer how ’twas.
Dis hyar happent wen I was a stujent in
Princeton Collidge.”
“A wot?”
“A stujent.”
“G’vvay, now, chile, yo’ hain’t a-goin’
fur ter say yo’ ebber was a stujent!”
“Wal, I used ter wait onter de stujents,
an’ dat’s putty neah de same. Wal, I
started oncet ter skeet down ter Trent'n
on de canawl. Wal, it’s a durned good
ten miles. I had gone ’bout five miles,
au’ was jess a-workin’ up ter my speed,
when durn me ef one o’ my sheets didn’t
ketch inter a crack an’ come off. Wal,
sah, I was a-goin’ too fast ter stop short,
so I joss riz up de tut wot hedn’t no skeet
on an’ field’t in my han’ waitin’ fur my
speed ter run down so’s I could git back
ter de crack. Wot yo’ tink happened?”
“(i’wav, niggab, how de debble I
know?”
“Wal, chile, now yo’ lxeah me singin’.
I nebber stopped tell I got ter Trent’n an’
grabbed holt o’ de bridge. Wot yo’ tink
o’ dat?”
“Brudder Pate, dat’s putty long skeet
in’.”
“Betcher life, Brudder Shinbones, but
dat haint de wust ob’t.”
“Goshamighty! Le’s beak de rest!”
“Wen I let go ob dat bridge and tried
ter git ashoah dar war so much speed left
inter dis hyar ole left fut dat I sailed right
oft agin an’ nebbah stopped till I struck
Bordentown. Dar I kem up agin de side
ob a boat wot was friz up in do ice, an’
pulled myself up onter her by a rope an’
hollered tur de Cap’n ter come an’ hole
me.”
“Brudder Pete, yo’ mus’ be ’bout de best
skeeter in de wuld.”
“I reckon I is, but yo’ bet I don’t trus’
myself out on de ice alone no moah. Jess
tink, ef I’d ’ a had on boff sheets w hen I
got ter goin’, whar de debble d’ ye tink I’d
’a stopped?”
“Brudder Pete,” said Shiubones, rising
to go, “ef yo’d had on boff o’ dem dar
sheets, I don’t reckon dat you’d ’a stopped
till yo’ struck dat ar place war skeetin am
jess ’bout as skeerce as niggahs wot neb
bah lies. Good-night.’’
An Electric Sounding; Lead.
Engineering.
M. E. de la Croix has devised anew
sounding lead which has several points of
interest. It tells the exact moment of the
arrival on the bottom by means of an elec
tric alarm bell. The sounding line is in
reality a cable containing two wires form
ing the circuit of the bell. It is attached
to the ring of the lead at one end, and the
hauling winch on board ship at the other.
The lead couslsts of two parts, the lower
being hung from the upper by four stems
which slide in mortice grooves cut in the
sides of the upper part. Its bottom is
filled with the usual hole, armed with tal
low to catch a specimen of the bottom.
The upper part of the lead, which hangs
from the line by the aforesaid hook, is a
mass of lead to givedue weight, but there
is a hollow through its interior containing
an electric contact terminating the euds
of the two conductors ot the cable. This
contact, which is of a spriug kind, is
closed by a stem or plunger attached to
the lower movable part of the lead. When
the lead strikes the bottom the plunger is
driven up a hollow in the upper lead, and
makes contact between the ends of the
two conductors, thereby completing the
circuit of the bell, which rings on board
and announces that the bottom has been
reached.
Srq
A Positive Clearance Tale
—of —
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This Sale is Imperative!
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Cooking and Heating), with Utensils, which I will sell at hard time prices.
TIIE GREAT AMERICAN RENOVATOR.
Do not forget to patronize my PATENT FEATHER RENOVATING MACHINE; oi]
Feather Beds and Mattresses renovated and made as good as new. Recommended bv tU
best physicians and citizens of Savannah.
S. HERMAN, 170 Broughton Street,
tZurprutinc stillo.
TIIE TJCKET FOllTssX
THE SEAMLESS TUREENTISE STILL
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WITH A PLATFORM DECLARED AGAINST LEAKS, which will cause A I.AUCI >
* * CREASE, over all other makes, of both Spirits and Rosin to the operator. Ihe l a*
of the great increase in Naval Stores last year may not be from over-production of the tn j
Turpentine, butlrom the great saving from leaks by the general use oi
McMillan Bros/ Seamless Turpentine Still-;
We have THIRTY-FIVE NEW and SECOND-HAND STILLS, front Twelve to TANARUS! J£
reU capacity, together with a larsre assortment of EXTRA WORMS, CARS, ARM-. i
STILL BOTTOMS, GRATE BARS, DOORS. GLUE KETTLES and all kinds - 'll! 1
MINGS. REPAIRS through the country a specialty. As now is the time to pla<-e '.iroru
for S’t ILLS, call on or address McMILLaN BL?*
SAVANNAH, GA., or FAYETTF.VHI.K. N-
__ Bird Cragca, J
BIRD CACESI BIRD CAGES!
We have just received^ another invoice of
Brass and Japanned a]
BIRD CAGES!
Which we are now opening and offering I I I I |
at low prices at -Tbfifc S
Stove aiifl Croclery House
John A. Douglass & Cos. j
157 Broughton St., Say’ll, Ga.
HAILS —XOV T H li K L>S i\ ;y \* i*nr:nniiY vs
HEALTH.