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NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MAY 26,1885.
NUMBER 32.
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TIIE OLD BACHELOR.
Alwut a little Magdalen. I was
coming down Broadway in a great
hurry to catch an up-town stage be
fore all those ferry people blocked
into it, when there she sat on a
curli-stone, the wind blowing her
yellow hair about and her poor lit
tle hands blue with cold, crying as
if her heart would break. I didn’t
think the veriest savage could have
helped stopping to ask her what the
matter was, and I don’t call my: el f
a savage, if I do happen to have my
little ciusty fits now and then. So
says I:
“Child, what’s the matter?”
“I’m lost,” says she.
The poor little elf was fatherless,
motherless, friendless, in all the
wide world! Of course I took her
home, and you ought to have seen
old Hannah, my housekeeper, stare
when I walked in with the yellow-
haired baby clinging to the little
finger of my left hand. For she
wasn’t more than eight years old,
and small at that!
“I give you a month’s warning
sir!” says Hannah. But, bless your
soul! she didn’t go. Maggie took
her heart by storm, as she always
has done that of the rest of the
world, and at the month’s end you
couldn’t have hired Hannah to
leave the child.
Well, sir, she grew up as tall as a
reed, and as pretty as a posey. I
sent'her to Madame Aimard’s fash
ionable French boarding school, for
I wasn’t going to have iny Maggie
a whit behind any one else’s girl, I
can tell you.
When she came home from the
hoarding-school, sho was prettier
than over—tall, as I said before,
with yellow silky hair, great, shaily-
looking blue eyes, with lashes that
curled up at the ends, and cheeks as
fresh and pink as I remember the
inside of two big shells that used to
.stand on my grandfather’s best-
room mantle fifty good years ago.
Ho I cast about in my mind to find
some new plan for making the old
house lively for my little girl. 1
knew she couldn’t thrive without
her innocent gayeties, any more
than a bird could without free air
and sunshine; so I invited company
and made up little impromptu par
ties and frolics, and beat my brains
for something to keep her amused.
And I believo I succeeded, too, for
her step was as light as a. feat her,
and you could hear her sing all over
the house when she thought she
was alone.
And one day old Hannah came
in, dusting chairs and prying about
for finger-marks on the paint in her
odd, near-sighted way.
“Mr. Pelham,” says she, rubbing
away at a door-knob that was as
bright before as hands could make
it, “what would you say if we were
to have a wedding in the old
house ?”
“A wedding!” 1 dropped my pen
so that it made a big round blot on
the paper, and stared. “Why, you’re
not going to be married, Hannah,
after all these years?”
“Do I look like it?” sniffed Han
nah, contemptuously—and, to tell
the truth, she didn’t very much.
“No, indeed, sir; I hope 1 know my
place better than that. It’s Miss
Maggie I’m thinking of, sir.”
“What, makes you think so, Han
nah ?” I asked rather dolorously,
aud the old woman lowered her
voice mysteriously as she answer
ed:
“It’s that Mr. Carlisle—he keeps
coming all the time, and it’s my
honest belief he just worships the
ground my young lady walks on.
He is very handsome, too, and folks
tell me he’s worth money.”
Mr. Carlisle! Well, old Hannah
was right. He was a fine-looking
fellow, and well-to-do in this world’s
goods; but—who was there, after all
worthy of my tall, gold-haired prin
cess with the dewy blue eyes and
the lips like scarlet coral newly
plucked out of the sea? I began to
hate Carlisle.
“Pooh!” said I. “I don’t think she
cares for Carlisle.”
“Just you watch her, then, and
see for yourself,” said old Hannah,
wisely wagging her cap border. “1
never did set up for a prophet, Mr.
Pelham, but them as isn’t blind
can’t help seeing, and our eyes is
given us to use.”
So old Hannah went her way,
leaving me about as uncomfortable
as a man has any business to be.
I think I hardly slgpt at all that
night. I tossed to and iro on my
pillow, counting the chimes of the
old clock, as one by one it told the
hours, thinking about Maggie and
Carlisle, and wondering if the tardy
daybreak would never redden over
the hill-tops.
But by that time my mind was
made up. I would repress all those
selfish ideas and only think of my
girl’s ultimate happiness. If she
liked Carlisle, why, Carlisle should
have her.
I rose, dressed, and went down to
my study. The first thing I saw
was a note lying on my library ta
ble. Probably it had arrived late
last night I broke the seal: it was
from George Carlisle, asking per
mission to address Miss Magdalen
Pelham.
Well—it was nothing more than
I had expected—in fact, it rather ex
pedited matters, which ought not
to run too smoothly. I refolded the
epistle and looked severely at’ my
self in the opposite glass.
“You middle-aged old fogy,” quoth
I, starinv at myself with thessver-
est expression of countenance I
could call up at so short a notice, “I
see through you. You have dared
to supj>ose bright-eyed Magdalen
could prefer you to these gay young
fellows nearer her own age—you
have even presumed to fall a little
spice in love with her yourself. It
will do you good to have some of
the nonsense taken out of you. At
.our time of life, too! Did you ever
-ee a chestnut tree blossoming in
November, or a grape-vine loaded
with blue fruit at mid-winter?”
So off 1 trudged into the garden
where Magdalen always walked in
the early morning, to tell her of
joung Carlisle’s proposal.
She listened, looking very pretty
and preoccupied, until T had finish
ed.
“Well?”said she.
“Well," I rejoined, “what do you
say ?”
“What do I say? No, of course!”
“You mean yes,” my dear, said I,
«‘if you’ll only take time to think.”
“I mean no!” she flashed out. “Oh,
Mr. Pelham, how can you think so
basely of me?”
“Basely, my dear ? I don’t com
prehend you.”
Shewas beginning to cry now—
big, sparkling drops like the first
glittering diamonds of a July show
er.
“I don’t love him. I never can
love him.”
“But why not, my dear?”
“Because I love somebody else,”
she sobbed, growing pinker and
prettier than ever.
“Who, is it, Maggie? You’ll tell
me, won’t you ? Why, child,” as she
shrank blushingly back, “I am old
enough to be your father!”
“You are not!” she exclaimed, in
dignantly, and you are the last per
son in the world I would tell.”
“My darling, why not?”
The enigmas these women are!
Instead of answering me, she began
to cry again, as if her dear little
heart was going to break.
And suddenly a great light flash
ed in upon ray mind!
“Magdalen! Darling! Is it me
that you love?” .
And in another moment she was
laughing and crying on my breast!
And that is the way I won this
peerless rose among women to be
my wife—and I don’t think she has
ever regretted marrying the old
man.
HOW FRASK AND WILL ESCAPED.
BY F. K. WADLEtGH.
“Here, Frank! I say, Frank Les
lie, come here a minute! shouted
Jim Haley rather imperatively, as
little Frank Leslie and his cousin.
Will Carter, were running past the
engine house, Jim’s lounging place,
on their way home from school.
“That’s Jim Haley calling you!
Are you going to speak to him?
Your father will scold you if you
do—hut Jim’ll hit you if you don’t,”
was Will’s whispered remark to
Frank.
“Well, what’s wanted ?” answered
Frank, haltiug, but not exactly
standing still. He was afraid of his
father’s reprimand, and equally
afraid not to answer Jim.
This Jim Haley and his half doz
en intimate friends were the worst
boys in the whole town; they were
always avoided by any one who re
spected himself.
“Why, Pat O’Connor, here, says
that that big dog of Tom Kelley’s
used to belong to your father. Is
that the truth ?” asked Jim, quite
peaceably.
“Kelley’s dog Carlo, do you mean ?
Yes, indeed, my father raised him
from a pup; he had hardly got his
eyes open when father brought him
home.’ And in their eagern ss “to
talk dog,” a topic beloved by every
boy, Frank and Will quite uninten
tionally drew a little nearer to the
forbidden group.
How many times did he bite any
of you?”
“Not once!” exclaimed Frank,
with enthusiasm. “He’s a tip-top
watch dog, but he never harms any
one he knows. Mr- Kelley says he’s
never had a chicken or an apple
stolen since he had Carlo.”
“That’s what I told Pat, and he
bet me a dollar against a dime, that
he was as cross to you two fellows
as he is to us.”
“It’s no such thing!”
“Of course, I can take your word
tor it, -but that will not settle our
bet. Look here, let’s settle it now.
We fellows will go along as far as
old Kelley’s front gate, and then
you call Carlo and prove to Pat that
he isn’t cross to you.”
In cooler moments Frank would
have declined the proposal; he
knew that dinner would be ready in
five minutes, and as punctuality to
meals was rigidly enforced by Mr,
Leslie, he conld truthfully have ex
cused himself from thus dallying on
the way.
In a few moments, Frank, Will
and the group of half-grown loafers,
stood in front of Mr. Kelley’s gate
a whistle from Will was enough to
bring Carlo to the side of his old
master; he was unfeignedly glad to
see them, and not only offered n o
resistance to their caresses, but had
plenty of his own to bestow.
“Didn’t I tell you so ?” shouted
Frank, with glee.
“It’s all very well, out here in the
street, hut you know he would act
very differently if he was in the
garden," grumbled Pat.
“Indeed he wouldn’t? Just'come
into the garden and see.”
So, into the garden they trooped.
Will and Frank were so busy fond
ling Carlo that they did not notice
four of the other boys slip away,
>ne after another. The first thing
that disturbed them was a yell and
a scuffling of feet, as three or four
of them took - to their heels, and a
-udden grip on their collars, which
was not at all comfortable.
Three stalwart policemen sur
rounded what was left of the party,
including Jim Haley, Pat O’Con
nor, and one of the worst of their
congenial spirits, as well as Frank
and Will.
“Caught in the act this time!” one
of the policemen exclaimed. “I
heard you were planning a robbery
here, and we’ve had our eyes on you
all day. I think Judge Anderson
will have a word for you, you young
thieves!”
Frightened as they were, Frank
and Will now saw that the other
three boys had their hands and
pockets full of Mr. Kelley’s rarest
plants, some torn up by the roots,
others only broken and crushed,
“Please, Mr. Foliceman, let Will
and me go! We didn’t touch the
flowers, we are not thieves! We
were only playing with dear old
Carlo,—wasn’t that all, Jim?” cried
Frank.
There is not always “honor among
thieves;” neither Jim nor Pat utter
ed a word of denial when the police
man said:
“Only keeping the dog quiet while
your accomplices robbed the gar
den? To Judge Anderson you’ll all
go this minute, and if I don’t
miss my guess you’ll have a nice
ride in the Black Maria before
long!”
No tears or persuasions availed
the least, and in a few moments the
boys were before the Judge. It
happened to be a very dull day in
the Police Court, so Judge Anderson
listened at once to the policeman’s
story.
“Caught in the act, were they?”
the Judge said. “I am not sorry to
have a short interview with these
young scamps, they’ve been the ter
ror of the neighborhood long
-*nnugh. As for you, Jim Haley and
Pat O’Connor, I have little mercy
for you, you have been up before
me too often, and I promise you a
few weeks where you can’t study
any more poisonous dime novels.
And you—why, bless my soul! po
liceman, you’ve surely made a mis
take! Little Will Carter is in my
laughter’s Sundfcy-scnool class, and
it is not a month since I myself saw
our minister present Frank Leslie
with a prize for being the best be
haved boy in our Sunday-school.
What are they here for?”
“Sure, sir, there’s no mistake;
birds of a feather flock together, and
I caught them all together,” was
the reply.
A few questions from the Judge
elicited the whole story, even a con
fession from Jim that the two little
boys were used by him as an inno
cent trap for Carlo, to keep the dog
still while the others stole the
plants.
“Knowing your previous reputa
tion as well as I do, Frank and
Will, I dismiss your case at once.
But bear this in mind: Y’ou cannot
touch pitch without being defiled,
and a man (or boy) is apt to be
judged by the company he keeps. I
must say I am surprised that your
fathers have not warned you to
have nothing to do with such boys
as Jim Haley—.”
“Please, Judge, he has. He has
told us never to be seen with
them,” Frank cried; and Will add
ed:
“My father told me never to even
speak to them; but we forgot. And
then all of us little fellows are afraid
of those big boys; they lick us if we
are not civil to them.”
“Next time one of them troubles
you, just let me know! But, after
ail, which is the worst, to disobey
your father, or to run the risk of a
‘licking?’ The latter harts worse
just now; bat, boys, each disobedi
ence, small as it may be, makes the
next one come easier and easier,
and no one knows where it may
lead to. My colleague, Judge Brown,
1s a stranger to you; suppose he had
been acting in my place to-dayT
Your story might have not been be
lieved by him, and think what a
disgraceful panishment your diso
bedience would have brought to
you if you had been sent down with
these rogues! Go home now, and
hereafter choose your company a
little more carefully; your good
character clears you now, see that
it remains with you through life.”
The Arabian Arithmetical Puzzle.
BY FRANK BELLEW.
In the reign of Caliph Hanvsn
Alchester there lived in the city of
Grabag a poor scribe and minstrel
called Singbad. One day, when the
weather was very disagreeable, he
was seated in his hut trying to write
a joyous love-song, and was gett ing
along slowly, with tears in his eyes
and feeling very hungry, when sud
denly there appeared before him a
learned dervish named Edtomas,
who opened his mouth and spoke to
him, saying, “Oh, Singbad, why this
air of sadness? why these tears?”
To which Singbad replied, “Truly,,
most learned dervish, I am sad for
the reason that I have not tasted
food all day, nor can I obtain any
until I have finished a joyous bridal
song.”
“Well, look here, old friend,” said
the dervish; “I have a first-rate
puzzle, which will drive away your
tears quicker than a wink.”
Then Edtomas and Singbad sat
down by the table, and Edtomas
spread thereon ten square bits of
card-board all in a row, each card
bearing a number as represented by
the upper row in our diagram.
123456 7.8 90
3456789012
6789012345
“Now,” said Edtomas, “I will turn
these with their faces down, and
you can remove any number of the
cards, beginning at No. 1, and add
them to the other end of the row,
and I will tell you how many of the
cards you have moved. You must,
however, preserve the order of the
numbers like this—5, 6, 7,8, 9, 0, 1 2,
3, 4. Before commencing, I should
tell you that the first time I tell you
how many you have moved is not,
properly speaking, a part of the
puzzle, for I shall look at the last
card you lay down; but after that I
think I will astonish you. Now,
then, do as I have instructed you,
and 1 will leave the room.”
When Edtomas had gone, Sing
bad removed two cards from the
left to the right, as represented in
the second row in our picture. The
cards were placed face downward,
so as to conceal the numbers, but
for your guidance the numbers
are represented on the two lower
rows.
When Edtomas returned to the
room he turned over the last card,
and saw that it was marked 2, *and
he told Singbad that he had moved
two cards. Of course there was
nothing wonderful in that.
Then he went out of the room
again, and Singbad removed three
cards from left to right, so that they
were arranged as represented by
the third row in our picture. When
Edtomas was recalled to the room
he at once walked up to the cards,
and picked out the third one from
the end of the row, and holding it
up, said, “You have moved three
cards.”
Singbad was somewhat astonish
ed, but thinking the selection might
be merely a happy guess, begged
his triend to retire once more.
This time Singbad removed five
cards from left to right, so that they
stood just as they had done at first
starting—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0.
On returning to' the room Edtomas
at once picked up the sixth card
from the righthand end, and hold
ing it up, said, “You have moved
five cards”—which was correct.
“Now,” said Edtomas, “I will
show you how I perform the trick!
When you first moved the cards I
turned up the last one, and saw it
was number 2. I then added one to
this, which made three. I then
knew that, however great a number
of cards you might move, the third
card from the last one you laid down
would bear the number of the cards
you had moved. The next time yon
moved three cards, and I picked up
the third card from the end, which
was marked 3—the number of cards
you had moved. I, of course, knew
that the last card in the row was 5,
because you had first moved two,
and then three; so I added one to
five, which made six, I then knew
that the sixth card from the right-
hand end would bear a figure repre
senting the number of cards you
had moved; this sixth card, as you
know, was 5—the correct number.
You have only to add one to the
number of the last card, which, of
course, you always know. Not
more than nine cards most be mov
ed at a time, unless the fact is stat
ed thus: “I have moved more than
nine; 1 or, I have moved more than
eighteen.’ But there is no object
gained in counting more than five
or six.”
Poor Singbad was so much inter
ested in the puzzle that he forgot all
his tears and troubles, and found
himself in such good spirits that he
at once sat down and wrote his joy
ous bridal song. He received fifty
shekels of silver for it, on which he
and Edtomas, the dervish, fared
sumptuously, and were happy.
A Michigan Maiden’s Queer Fish.
There was quite a sensation cre
ated on Sullivan’s Island recently
by the capture of a fish of a genus
hitherto unknown in our waters.
It was bleached by the waves and
was taken by a party of ladies, who
were unable to satisfy themselves
as to what manner of fish it was un
til one of the party, a lady from
Michigan, now visiting the island
and whose k nowledge of icthyology
is by no means limited, threw light
on the subject. The fish belongs to
the species known as sea cucumber
and to the genus holothuria. They
are not rare by any means, the on ly
remarkable feature of its capture
being the locality in which it was
found. The fish is indigenous to
tropical waters and it is the first ev
er caught in our harbor. In size it is
about six inches long and is shaped
very much like a cucumber from
which it takes its name. It has
neither fins nor feet, but swims by
the motion of its body as an eel
does, its body being very supple
considering its bjiild. It has a large
mouth whch is surrounded by a
soft- frizzy fringe. It will eat at
most anything and can be easily
kept in an aquarium for years with
proper attention.
How The Chinese Get Small Feet.
The process of binding is a gradu
al one. From first to last bands ar3
wound around the tender feet to
prevent their growth, but at first
shoes are worn nearly as large as
the natural size. In a year or so
the shoes will have to be smaller,
and as the feet decrease in size till
they attain to 3 or 2}£ inches in
length, so shoes are made to fit the
lessened toot But oh! the suffering
that goes with it. This never has
been exaggerated in any account.
Many a time have I heard my cous
ins groan with pain as the tortures
of binding were being undergone.
Yet strange to say those girls would
not have had exemption from the
process ou any account. To be
ranked as servants—working-girls—
not they. The Chinese young lady
chooses to be fashionable even
though she undergo torture for sev
eral years and incur helplessness for
life.
Rare Coins.
King Frederick William IV. of
Prussia died on the 2nd of January
1861. but before his death a number
of thaler pieces, bearing his effigy
and the date 1861, had been issued
from the Berlin mint. On the acces
sion of King William new thalers
were coined and put into circulation
and the others were gradually call
ed in. By the end of last year all
the Frederick William thalers of
1861, save about fifty, had been re
turned and defaced, and the re
maining specimens are now con
sequently very scarce. Making
due allowance for losses and delib
erate destruction, it is considered
probable that not more than a score
of these curiosities are at the pres
ent moment in existence. No oth
er coins of Frederick William IV.
bear the date 1861. There are not
many parallel instances, for of
course it does not often happen
that a sovereign dies so early in the
year.
Too Common for Her.
First Servant Girl—Why, Mary,
you haven’t your sealskin sacque
on to-day; what is the matter ? Sec
ond Servant Girl—I’ve sold it. F.
S. G. Sold it? Good gracious,
what caused you to do that? S. S. G
Well, they are becoming altogether
too common; the missus has just
bought her one. -
•‘Say, Bob, you’re ‘out’ with Miss
Parsons, ain’t you ?”
“Yes, Joe.”
“What happened ?”
“She’s experimenting too lavish
ly-
“Experimenting? What at?”
“Trying to cure freckles by eating
ice cream.”
“Well, why ought you to care?”
“O, I don’t, provided it’s at some
other fellow’s expense. It was
costing me a dollar and a half a
freckle.”
Miss Miggs—“I hope, my dear,
that you don’t go to the theater
alone.”
Estelle—“No, indeed. I never
think of going unless I am chape
roned.”
Mias Miggs—“Unless you are
what?”
Estelle—“Chaperoned.”
Mias Miggs—“That’s the way with
me. I always like to have a chap
around.” .
KITCHEN ECONOMY.
Interesting Tests Made by the Woven;
meat Chemist.
Dr. Edward G. Love, the Analytl
al Chemist for the United States
fovernment, has made some inter
sting experiments as to the com
parative value of baking powders.
Dr. Love’s tests were made to de
•ermine what brands are the most
economical to use, and as their ca
pacity lies in their leavening power,
tests were directed solely to ascer
tain the available gas of each pow
der. Dr. Love’s report gives the
‘ollowing,
Name of the Strength:
Baking Powders. Cubic Inch. Gas
per each ounce of powder.
Royal (absolutely pure] 127.4
Patapsco [alum powder] 125.2*
Rumford’s [phosphate] fresh 122.5*
Ruraford’s [phosphate] old .. .32.7*
Hanford’s None Such, fresh... 121.6
Handford’s None Such, old... .84.35
Redhead’s 117.0
Charm [alum powder] 116.9*
Amazon [alum powder] 111.9*
Cleveland’s [short weight;%oz]. 110.8
Seam Foam 107.9
Czar 106.8
Dr. Price’s 102.6
Snow Flake [Groff’s. St.PauI] , 101.88
Lewis’ Condensed 98.2
Congress yeast 97.5
Pearl 93.2
C. E. Andrews & Co’s [contains
alum] 78.17*
Heckeris 92.5
Gil let’s 84.2
Bulk .80.5
*In his report the Government
Chemist says:
“I regard all alum powders as
very unwholesome. Phosphate and
Tartaric Acid jtowders liberate
their gas too freely in process of
baking, or under varying climatic
changes suffer deterioration.”
Dr. H. A. Mott, the former Gov
ernment Chemist, after a careful
and elaborate examination of the
various Baking Powders of com
merce, reported to the Government
in favor of the,Royal Brand.
The American Agriculturist for June.
This is another of the surpassing
ly excellent numbers of this valua
ble periodical, of which each num
ber is a delightful surprise to the
reader. The illustrations are most
attractive, highly artisic and at the
same time practically useful.
The title page picture, by Bennett,
is a striking group of cows and a
calf at a watering trough. A vig
nette plate entitled “June” by Fol
som is a warm and sunny grouping
of rural scenes. Three prominent
breeds of non-sitting fowls,Leghorn,
Crevecceurs, Ind Houdans, are dis
cussed and beautifully represented.
The Polish Swans of the Central
Park form the subject of an instruc
tive article and of a picturesque en
graving. An article on Carrier Pig
eons is illustrated by a portrait of
the Champion Huming Bird of Eng
land, a silver-dun Antwerp. Two
fine horse portraitswill gratify horse
men. As usual this number is re
plete with handy devices for saving
labor, and brief but useful hints up
on hundreds of topics. It contains
an admirable Barn Plan by D. W.
King illustrations of flowers and
plants of the highest beauty and ac
curacy; an article by Rev E. P. Roe
on the “Profit in Small Fruits near
Large Cities;” and convenient and
tasteful objects of utility or decora
tion in the household; while for the
boysand girls there is a rare treat
in a story by R. M. Stewart about
Water and its Ways. “The Doctor”
talks about Indian Corn and there
is a clever conceit in the personifi
cation of “Will-o’-the-Wisp.” Year
ly subscription $1.50: single number
15 cents. 751 Broadway, New York.
Demorest’s Illustrated Monthly
Magazine for June contains a great
deal that will interest its readers.
It opens with an admirable article,
Bryn Mawr College, which is pro
fusely illustrated and which fully
describes this new college for wo
men in Pennsylvania. Old Ant
werp, which is also illustrated, is
another readable article, and so is
Through Normandy by Diligence.
The serial, A Strange Girl, is con
cluded; and Jenny June contributes
a paper on Trained Nnrses and
Nursing. These articles, with oth
ers of a miscellaneous nature,
poems, fashions, and various de
partments make np a remarkably
good number of this admirable mag
azine. The frontispiece is a fine oil
picture, “Butterflies.”
Detroit Journal: “Yon say this
man disturbed the meeting when
you were right in the middle of
your sermon, parson?”
“He did, yonr Honor. He and
those with him were so nnrnly that
l found it impossible to proceed
with the services.”
“Ham! serious offense—very.”
“It was exceedingly wicked be
havior.”
“Were yon acquainted with
him?”
“I married him two years ago.”
“Ah-h-h! Isee. An old grudge!”
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ALSO A COMPLETE STOCK OF
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THEY ALSO SUPPLY FARMERS AND GINNERS WITH
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W. B. ORR <fc CO
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ir.
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THE UNRIVALED
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