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COMINO,
A song from the top of a budding tree,
'A song of the sweetness yet to be!
Scarcely is leaf or blossom seen,
Earth has only a hint of green;
Yet the heaven'taught sparrow can soar and
sing
The coming of every precious thing.
Soon will the wind-blown seeds take root,
Bare boughs blush into hloom and fruit,
Wedded joy in a sheltering nest.
Brooding love in a mother’s breast
Life's full of gladness doth wake and sing,
Through the song-bird’s note, in the early
spring.
—Mary Isabella Forsyth, in the Current
IN THE WRONG HANDS.
i
Miss Orinthia Brown set down her tea¬
cup with an emphasis that made all
the china rattle. And little Mrs.
Meeker jumped nervously at the
sound.
“I never heard anything so ridiculous
in all my life,’” said Miss Brown, deri¬
sively. “Gilbert Mott in love with
Georgia Arlington! Why, she is a mere
doll with big blue eyes and pink cheeks
and yellow curls.”
“She’s very fascinating in her man¬
ners," Mrs. Meeker ventured to re¬
mark.
“Oh, pshaw!” was Miss Orinthia’s
contemptuous comment. “And you
ically think he’s in love with her?”
. “Yes, I must say that I think so.’’
“Ah-h-h,” said Orinthia, meaningly.
“If I only dared tell you all!”
“Dear mo!” said Mrs. Meeker, eagerly;
“what do you mean?"
“Nothing,” said Miss Brown with a
tsod of her head. “He walked home
from church last night with me—didn’t
he?”
“Yes, but—”
“He stayed on my side of the room
all the time we were decorating tho
fair rooms with evorgreens, didn’t
he?”
“Yes; but that was because—"
“And—but never mind, never mind!’,
said Miss Orinthia, mysteriously. “Time
will show t Georgia Arlington, indeed
—-stlry; she's nothing but a child—a
mere school girl! I know better!”
“Do tell mo, Miss Orinthia,” pleaded
Mrs. Meeker. “Is he really engaged to
you?"
Miss Orinthia pursed up her lips,drop¬
ped Wonderfully her eyelids eloquent, with a manner that would was
but she
‘)mmit heiself no further.
Let’s go up stairs and finish dressing
so China dolls for tho lucky bag.”
Miss Brown. “We shall get more
iey out of the lucky bag than any
jg else, and we must be sure ana
lit well furnished.”
fhile the tea-drinking ceremonial
been going on in the lower part of
k mansion of Mrs. Meeker, quite a dif
(rent chain of circumstances was trans
wing above stairs. Mr. Gilbert Mott,
/ho had been inveighed into the snares
'Sqf the ladies’ fair,, nolens volens, had
come early to help in the last prepara¬
tions, and walking up to the work-room
had surprised a lovely blue-eved lassie
in the occupation of filling sundry
cones of bright-hued paper with sugar
plums and French bon-bons.
Georgia Arlington shook back her
sunny curls and blushed like a June roso
bud, as she started up.
“Don’t go, Miss Arlington, please!”
pleaded Gilbert, himself not unembar¬
rassed. But Georgia muttered some¬
thing about a roll of ribbon which she
had forgotten, and fluttered past him ere
he could remonstrate further.
Gilbert looked after her, with a whim¬
sical expression of dispair on his counte¬
nance.
“Now, wily does she run away from
me like thatl” he said to himself.
“Probably because she knows it tanta¬
lizes me. But I’ll be even with her yet;
M she won’t let me tell her how dearly I
Ve her, I’ll write it to her!”
ynd heedless of the neglected piles of
\ sprigs and princess pine yet wait
g\ *°j. \wrought into garlands, he sat
\e table, and seizing pen and
los U passionate billet-doux after
.
tag fashion:
pUEClbus Dahling: Why are
ntt nti cruel 10 me ' wiI1 you
'
> jell you in words what you must
e ? _J i my eyes—the story of my heart’s
For I love you, and have loved
i dc hall love you to the world’s end;
W /oust have seen it for yourselfdui
/last few days that we have bean
togetkor for the church fair! Y'et
j f ! not- give me a word or a glance of
agement. Is this right, -my ruthless
tr V j l of hearts? Bht I am determined that
ihall tell me when we meet again
ter I may hope or not! Until then,
it one, I Yours, am half ever in dispair, and unalterably, half hopeful.
a. M.
P He had just scribbled off this unstudi¬
ed effusion when the sound of footsteps
on the stairs chased away the soft shad¬
ows of his love dream, and he had just
SPRING PLACE. GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY 2, 1885.
time to slip the paper under a leaf of
Norway spruce twigs, when Mrs Meeker
and Miss Orinthia Brown entered.
“At work so soon!” cried the latter,
archly. “Isn’t he industrious, Mrs.
Meeker?”
“Yes,” said Gilbert, hypocritically, “I
am at work already.”
So he was, hut not exactly for the
fair.
. . > ' , ’ ■ ' . of.' '■
He watched nervously for an oppor.
tunity to possess himself of the precious
sheet of paper without observation, but
Miss Orinthia, doubtless prompted there¬
to by some baleful evil spirit, hovered
around the spruce boughs like a middle
aged turtledove, and effectually warded
off his designs. And presently he was
borne down stairs in the popular current
to open some boxes of donations which
had just arrived by parcel delivery.
“I can easily come back to get it
when they are busy cackling over the
new things,” bethought.
But—fit illustration this of the futility
Of all human plans—when he came re¬
joicing back some twenty minutes or so
later the sheet was gone. Gone, leaving
no trace of vestige behind—gone, utterly
and entirely!
“I believe there has been some super¬
human agency at work,” thought Our
bewildered hero, as he tumbled over the
chaotic contents on the table in vain.
But Mr. Mott was wrong. The agency
had been exceedingly human—no other,
in fact, than mischievous little Billie
Arlington, who came in search of stray
prises for the famous lucky-bag which
had been temporarily delivered into his
hands. Cornucopias, pin-cushions, Rim
mel’s scent-bags, needle-books, he
pounced on alike, and perceiving ii sheet
of pink paper written on, he crumpled it
into an old envelope directed “Miss
Orinthia A. Brown,” which lay beyond.
“What larks it will be! ” thought the
incorrigible Billy. “Some of the girls
’ll think they’ve got a love-letter and how
mad they’ll be when they find it ain’t
nothing but one of Rintley’s receipts or
crochet patterns.”
And away rushed Master Billy, little
recking of the mischief he was unwit¬
tingly working to the cause of true love.
The evening of the fair came, and the
pretty rooms made still prettier by paper
roses and evergreen garlands, were
crowded with the brave, the fair, and
some that were neither one nor the other.
Georgia Arlington, presiding at ono of
the tables, looked lovely enough to drive
half a dozen young men distracted, in¬
stead of one; and Miss Orinthia, iu a
rustling' slate-colored silk dress, went
about like an autumn leaf in a high wind.
The lucky-bag circulated from hand to
hand, carrying, as is the wont of these
institutions, a little cuirent of merriment
and laughter in its wake. Georgia drew
a cigar-case, Mr. Mott became the pro¬
prietor of a rag doll, and Miss Orinthia
Brown drew—a letter, addressed to her
self.
Gilbert Mott, leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrying
up to Georgia and displaying her prize
with malicious glee, while Georgia
colored and bit her lip, and looked ready
to cry, and feigned a merry little ripple
of laughter, all in one and the same
breath.
“Why don’t that horrid old maid keep
away from Georgia Arlington?” thought
our discontented hero. “She looks like
a dried-up bunch of rasins beside a clus¬
ter of blooming Isabella grapes.”
Aud, watching his opportunity, he
slipped through tho crowd and edged up
to the table where Georgia was selling
pincushions and tape at an exorbitant
price.
“Georgia!” he „ whispered softly
“Georgia!” But she turned her head
haughtily away.
“Please to execuse me, Mr. Mott,” she
said, coolly.
While Gilbert was stairing at her in
amazement, a hand was slipped through
his arm, and Miss Orinthia Brown drew
him gently away.
“Where are you going?” he demanded
rather unwillingly.
“Just outside the door, one minute,”
whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly,
“It is not .in the tumult of a common
crowd that such words should be spoken."
“What words? I haven’t an idea of
what you mean!” cried the young man.
Orinthia drew him into the hall, her
head drooped on his shoulder.
“Yes,” she falters, “yes. How could
you for a moment doubt it?”
“Doubt what? Excuse me, Miss
Brown, but I think your wits are forsak¬
ing you,” said Gilbert Mott, striving to
free himself from the damsel’s grasp.
“Gilbert, would you then be false to
me?” sobbed Orinthia with the dawning
symptoms of hysteria.
“11 False to you I” echoed our hero.
“Miss Brown, will you be so kind as to
tell me at once, and plainly, what yot
are talking about?” *
Orinthia I?rown’s sallow cheeks red¬
dened—her eyes sparkled ominously, as
she drew from her pocket the precious
missive. •
“Do you mean to say, sir, that you
didn’t write this letter?” she demanded.
Gilbert took the letter and scrutinized
it closely.
“Yes, of course, I wrote the letter.”
“Then, dearest—”
“Stop, though,” he interrupted, fran
ticelly. “It wasn’t to you.”
“Not to me?”
“No. Do you suppose I want to
many you?”
Miss Orinthia uttered a shrill shriek—
but the next moment she was alone. Gil¬
bert Mott had vanished. For the mat¬
ter was growing serious cow. If Geor¬
gia were to be won, she must be won at
once, before Fate conspired With an¬
other old maid to deprive him of her
coveted love.
“ Georgia,” he said, planting himseli
resolutely beside her, ‘ 1 1 have something
I wish to say to you.”
“You had a great deal better say it to
your beloved Miss Orinthia,” said Geor«
gia. tossing her flaxen curls.
“But she isn’t my beloved Miss Orin.
thia, ” cried 'Gilbert. >:
“I suppose you will be denying your
own handwriting next,” said Georgia,
Indignantly. “ But Jt’s of no use; I saw
the letter myself.”
“But, Georgia, the letter was written
to you.”
“Then,” said Gup ingup
a little, “how did Sh
“That’s just,#« m : I can’t compre
bend myself,” si filbert: “but ono
thing I am very cortain of—I love yc
and you alone, and I won’t leave you v
til you tell me whether my love is re.
tUnled And V he AA-&" did not; neither «fc was it neces¬
sary for him to:
But to this day no
irrepressible, exactly ’ - 0r '
, , , letter ...... .........,, Miss Orinthia ,
Bin s came into
Brown’s hands.
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*L Johnson, in a recent book ca
the Congro region, gives the following
description of his meeting with Stanley
at Yivi.in a station crowded with Zanzi
baris: “Here he was, seated, on his
camp-chair, his pipe in his mouth, and a
semi-circle of grinning kinglets squatting
in front of him, some of them smoking
long-stemmed little-bowled pipes in
complacent silence, and others putting
many questions to ‘Bula Matade’ as to
his recent journey to Europe—to
‘Mputo,’ the land beyond the sea as
they call it—and receiving his replies
with expressions of incredulous wonder,
tapping their open mouths with their
hands. I paused involuntarily to look
at this group, for Stanley had not yet
seen me approaching and was uncon¬
scious of observation. Perhaps he never
posed better for his picture than at that
moment, as he sat benignly chatting and
smoking with the native chiefs, his face
lishting up with amusement at their na¬
tive remarks, while the bearing of his
head still retained that somewhat proud
carriage that inspired these African
chieftains with a real respect for his
wishes and a desire to retain his friend
ship. Any one observing Stanley at this
moment could comprehend tho great in¬
fluence he possesses over the native mind
on the Congo, and could realize how
that influence must tend toward peace
wherever Stanley’s fame has reached, for
to attack a friend of Stanley’s seems to
the natives scarcely less futile than at¬
tacking Stanley himself. Stanley turned
suddenly as the chief of the station in¬
troduced me, and welcomed me in a
thoroughly cordial manner; then, dis¬
missing the natives who had examined
me curiously under the belief that I was
‘Bula Matade's’ son, he sent Dnalla for
some tea. Dualla was a handsome
Somali lad, son of the chief of police at
Aden, and versed in many European and
African languages. He had been Stan¬
ley’s body-servant on the Congo since
1879.”
A Bad Place for Christians.
Formerly when a Persian Mahometan
killed a Christian he was fined $15.
Now he has to pay $60 for the same priv¬
ilege. If a Mahometan can capture a
Christian girl and convert her to his re¬
ligion, when her father dies he inherits
his property to the exclusion of all other
heirs. This causes a great run after the
daughters of rich Christians, even when
they are not pretty. If a Mahometan,
when out walking, meets a Christian on
horseback, the latter has to surrender his
steed and allow the follower of the Pro
■L phet to ride to his destination,
’
Th« e profits from “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”
*re m it all gone yet, but still remain th?
mm
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POPULAR SCIENCE.
Wet winters have been found to result
disastrously to insects.
The grasshopper dovelops from the
young larva to the winged adult without
changing its mode of life.
In London an electric light has been
used to illuminate the interior of an
oven: The door was of plate glass, and
every part of the process of baking could
be distinctly seen.
Discussing the manufacture of bone
dust, Professor J. Konig shows that
when bones, previous to grinding, are
fre from fats by treatment with ben¬
zol, they are purified from ingredients
which have no agricultural value.
While our country is supposed to be
neatly free from earthquakes, no less
than 364 shocks were recorded in the
United States and Canada during the
twelve years ending 1883. This is an
average of about one in every twelve
/ ''
A mountain explorer just returned
.from Asia states that during a four
months’ residence at a height of more
than 15,000 feet above the sea his pulse,
normally sixty-three beats per minute, fell
below 100 per minute, and his respira¬
tions were often twice as numerous as at
iarv levels.
lore the Linnean society, of Lon
don,-.Mr. A. Taylor has sought to prove
that plants have a dim sort of intelli
gen.,, and are able, at least, to exert as
voluntary power as certain lowly organ¬
ized animals. Ono proof of this, is the
*' fit's avoidance of obstacles—placed
ffiualiy in their way—bv bending
IJ before touching.
SSFreftcb; botanist, M. Fonssagrives,
that poisonous gases are given off
'
r'hqth growing and harvested fruits—
apricots, oranges and quinces—
and death by poisoning has resulted
fromYdeeping in rooms oxposed to such
cmnnilions. A similar deadly gas-evi
dently connected in some way with
vegetable *>«.«*odoriferous odors—is given off by sweet
toe*
'A,imam ttM trees of
species in Africa which he comput ed to
be 5,150 years old; and DeCandolle has
reported the deciduous cypress of Mexi¬
to ’ reach still greater Tho
co a age.
oldest individual specimen of any
species—in fact, the oldest living thing
upon tho globe—is probably the cypress
of. Santa Maria del Tule, in the Mexican
state of Oaxaca. If estimates of tree
ages are to be relied upon, the life of
this venerable forest monarch may have
spanned the whole period of written his¬
tory. At last accounts it was still grow¬
ing, and in 1851, when Humboldt saw
it, it measured forty-two feet in diam¬
eter, 145 in circumference, and 282 feet
between the extremities of two opposite
branches.
On the Raging Canal in Venice.
It is poasiblo to go through London by
canal, but it is not possible to go through
Venice by any other routo unless a per¬
son walks, says Luke Sharp in the De¬
troit Free Press. It is hard to imagine a
great city where, most of the inhabitants
never saw a horse except at the public
gardens, where an equine couple are kept
as curiosities.
My two Pinafore gondoliers got one on
each end of a large gondola, and I
seated myself on the comfortable cush¬
ions in the center. Every gondola has a
sort of air cushion, one to sit on and one
to lean back against, and the effect is
very luxurious. When once a person
gets into a gondola the charm of Venice
is on him and the enchantment never
leaves him. The evening was still and
the canal as placid as a mirror. The two
gondoliers swing together in working
their oars with an easy rythm of motion
that sent the boat along swiftly and si¬
lently. As we neared the beautiful arch
of the Rialto they turned into a smaller
canal and thought it part of their duty
to sing. I made them quit that though,
and nothing further occurred to mar the
perfection of the journey. It was almost
dark a3 we passed under the gloomy
Bridge of Sighs, a most appropriate
time to get a first view of that structure,
although in the dimqess I regret to say
that it reminded me 6f one of these cov¬
ered ways that sometimes span an alley
overhead to unite two parts of a sepa¬
rated factory. Then we came out into
tho broad open water again and up
another narrow canal, and thus came to
the side entrance of the big hotel.
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It having been determined to abolish
the use of epaulets in the French army,
no more will be supplied, and when the
present stock is exhausted epaulets will
cease to be worn, their place being taken
by metal strips, to prevent the knapsack
straps from ehafing the shoulders of the
men,
VOL. V. New Series. No. 21.
The Finding of Greely.
From an account by Ensign Ilarlow,
of the Greely Relief ship Thetis in the
Century, we quote this description of
Greely’s condition when found: “Th
launch whistled frequently as she steam¬
ed along, and we knew afterward that
the sound was heard by those who lay
in the tent, which was partly blown
down. Brainard and Long succeeded in
creeping out from under its folds, and
crawled to the top of a hill near by, from
which was visible the coast toward the
Sabine. At first nothing was seen by
them; and Brainard returned to th
tent, telling by the silent despair of his
face that “thero was no hope.” The sur¬
vivors discussed the probable cause of the
noise, and decided that it was the wind
blowing over the edge of a tin can. Mean¬
while Long crept higher up the hill and
watched attentively in the direction from
which the sound had apparently come. A
small black object met his gaze. It might
be a rook, but none had been seen there
before. A thin white cloud appeared
above it; his ear caught the welcome
sound,.and the poor fellow knew that
relief had come. In the ecstasy of his
joy he raised the signal flag, which the
gale had blown down. It was a sad,
pitiable object—the back of a white
flannel undershirt,'the leg of a pair of
drawers, and a piece of blue bunting
tacked to an oar. The effort proved too
much for him, and he sank exhausted
on the rocks. It was enough for the
relief party; they saw him, whistled
again and turned in for the shore with
all possible speed. Long rose again,
and fairly rolled down the hill in his
eagerness to meet them. The launch
touched the ice-foot, and the relief party
hurried toward him. The ice-pilot of the
Bear reached him first, spoke a word of
cheer and asked him were Greely was.
He informed him of the location of the
tent and tho state of the party. They
hurried in tho direction indicated, and
soon reached tlA tent, while Mr. Lowe
took Long off to the Bear.
“In reply to our ice-pilot’s question,
‘Is that you, Greely?’ a feeble voice re
„„ ^ m< ,
Jdt hisknifo'and cut tho hind
end of the tent open from as high as he
could reach to the ground. Through
this opening, Colwell entered. The
light in the tent (it was 9 o’clock r. m.,)
was too dim to see plainly what lay be¬
fore him, but ho heard a voice in the
farther corner, warning him to be care¬
ful and not step oh Ellison and Connell.
He found Greely lying under the folds
of the tont, with the fallen poles across
his body. Biederbeck was standing;
Ellison and Connell lay on either side
of tho opening, the latter apparently
dead. Stepping carefully across their
bodies, he dragged Greely out and sat
him up. He was so weak that he could
barely swallow the crumbs of hardtack
that Colwell gave to him in tho smallest
pinches. It was said that Greely first
asked the rescuers if we we were
Englishmen; and on being told that we
.were his own countrymen, ho added,
‘and I am glad to see you.’
He Got the Money.
The New York Sun tells this story of
the late Commodore Vanderbilt: A few
years before the war the commodore pur¬
chased with Commodore Vanderbilt a
majority^ of the Btock of the line now
known as the Pacific Mail. The part¬
ners diagreed, and each Wanted to buy
the other our. At last Commodore Gar¬
rison received an offer of several millions
from Vanderbilt. Garrison accepted,
and Vanderbilt paid him in notes. After
thcnote8 had run for some time Mr.
Thorne, Vanderbilt’s son-in-law, went to
Garrison and said that Vanderbilt did
not want to be paying interest any
longer, and offered,to settle for the full
amount. This was accepted, Vanderbilt
sending around a check for the princi¬
pal. Commodore Garrison put it in his
pocket, and walked down to Vander¬
bilt’s office, 3 Bowling Green.
“Look here, Vanderbilt,” he said,
striking the check against the palm of
his hand, “I want the interest on this
money.”
“Do you?" replied Vanderbilt. “What
will yon do if you don’t get it?"
“Do? I’ll show you what I will do,”
replied Garrison, closing the door and
locking it.
No one knew what passed, but ten
minutes afterward Garrison emerged
from the door of No. 3 bearing a check
for the full Neither amount, of principal the and in
terest. commodores
could ever be prevailed on to discloso
the secret of that interview.
There were 1,460,768,450 ordinary
postage stamps sold last year, the valu e
of which was $20,077j444.
The free delivery is now in operation
in 159 cities in the United States, em¬
ploying 3,800 carriers.
FACTS FOR THE CURIOUS.
Sharks have eyelids; whales have none
There are fifty-two varieties of shee.i
in the world.
Experiments made in Paris show that
the crocodile can bring its jaws together
with the force of over 300 pounds.
No man, it is said, can enlist in ill's
regular army of China until he has shown
his courage by having a tooth pulled.
1 In some parts of Norway wedding
guests do not present their gifts to tho
newly wedded couple until the third day
after the ceremony.
A favorite amusement in England i»
old times was bear baiting. As early ns
the reign of Henry II., the baiting of
bears by dogs was a popular game in
London, while at a later period a “royal
bear ward” was an officer regularly at¬
tached to the royal household.
It is not generally known that nutmegs
are poisonous, but Dr. Palmer writes de¬
tailing the ease of a lady who nearly died
from eating a nutmeg and a half, and be
points out the fact that the toxic effects
of the drug are described iu both the
national and United States dispensatories.
The ruby, says an expert, ranks for
price and beauty above all other precious
stones. When a perfect ruby of five
carats is brought into the market a sum
will be offered for it ten times the price
given for a diamond of the same weight;
but should it reach the weight of ten
arats it is almost invaluable.
The Mississippi steamboat men have a
general superstition against all boats
whose name begins with the letter M.
One captain says: ‘ ‘I have never known
a boat on the Western waters that com¬
menced with the letter M that has not
either burned up, sunk or been blown
up, or been a financial disaster to her
owners."
Shop signs iu London were formerly
not affixed to houses, but were placed on
posts or hung thereon with hinges. So
largely did these increase at one time
that they absolutely obstructed the free
circulation of air, and were supposed to
be among the’causey of the frequent epi-
deinical' disorders of London. They
also naturally aided tho spread of con¬
flagrations, and on these grounds were
afterward forbidden to be displayed.
In the Roman world oach man had his
“genius natales,” associated with him
from birth to death, influencing his
action and his fate, standing represented
by its proper image, as a lar among the
households gods and at weddings and
joyous times; and especially on the an¬
niversary of the birthday when genius
and man began their united career, wor¬
ship was paid with song and dance to
the divine image,adorned with garlands,
and propitiated with incense and libations
of wine. The demon or genius was, as
it were, the man’s companion soul, s
second spiritual Ego.
Snuffing.
A high school girl in a West End car,
the other afternoon, took a flat oxidized
silver box from her hand bag, carefully
removed the cover, pinched a few grains
of snuff colored powder on the pink tips
of her dainty fingers, and pushed it up
her nostrils with a dexterous grace that
a confirmed snuff taker would have en¬
vied. Half a dozen passengers stared at
her in amazement. She smiled placidly,
brushed off her upper lip with a lace
handkerchief, aud remarked to her com¬
panion :
“Oh, I’ve such a cold.”
“So’ve I,’’ was the meek response.
Off came the cover again, the silver
box was passed over as a man hands out
a paper of tobacco and another pinch
of the brown powder vanished up
another charming little nose. Both girls
sneezed once, very mildly, and got off
the car.
A fashionable jeweler said; “Wehave
frequent calls for snuff boxes, silver and
gold ones, from young men as wile as
young women. It is simply what you
might call a ‘notion.’ I can’t say whether
anything is put in the boxes, but I do
know that young people buy them and
carry them."
A druggist said: “Oh, no; it wasn’t
snuff. The girls have an idea that it is
fashionable to carry those boxes, and
naturally enough they want something to
ML. mix put bacco iu them snuff them. up would a harmless Genuine make them compound, fermented sick. per- Wo to¬
fumed like sachet powder, put in a little
pearlash to keep it damp, and just enough
Scotch yellow to tickle them a little and
make them sneeze. When a girl puts
one of those boxes on the counter and
says that she wants something to clear
a cold in the head, we know what she
means .”—Nashtide American.
The number of letters posted in the
world each yeir averages about 52,000,*
