The Mercury. (Sandersville, Ga.) 1880-1???, April 03, 1880, Image 1
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SANDERSVILLE,5A, SWDA7, Aprgj Jfrd, 1880.
No I.
‘Please tell Miss Grade niylund 1 know it was wrong t
Scandal Lane.
author unknown.
11 \i not on tlusl*n>>onrJ. iir,
< jo to icnrcli both ur uml wUc;
Or tn the towu directory.
Tlie limp* or railroad *iil<V';
Aud M*jrou pump your neighbor, air.
You pump, Ulan t in vain,
For no wna cVr acknowl rilgvd yet,
lie llrod lu Bcandul l.auel
It Ik a fearful nclghlr.irhood,
So .ecret aud no «lv;
Although the tenantH oftentimes
Include the rich and high.
Ini told they are even ■ nnuibalK,
Aud when they dine or «up,
1 By way of change tarn about
And rut each other up t
They much under the youthful, iir,
The henutlful a<g| ran-;
1 bey grind up chn'^| rr aD( j »|l,
Aud call It whole,U*, fare I
-Iud Khoiifd tTie lnliyfc Vfctlm wince/
lliey heed i>Ufa^p> of pain;
Tliere very bloody canulbaU
, That live tn Sraudle Lane!
jv you ahoiihl chance to time with them,
M’ray never he declvcd ;
When they eecin moat like boeoui frlandK,
Ihey’rc leaet to be believed.
Their claw* are elioathed lu velvat, air.
Their teeth are hid by Kiuilea,
Ami woe beride the luuoeent
Who lull* beneath tlietr wllea I
' When they huve eingleil out their prey
. they n ake a cat-like apring;
X)r hug them like a aerpent, era
They plant the fatal atlngl
r And thou they waali their guilty hnndr,
llut don't i (face the Ktaln,
, Tliean very greedy caiiulbala
itirScEXaXaA-isrEoxjs.
THE EMEKALDS.
'mother could not finish it soon
er,she wants the money to-night.*
The servant took the hand
some dress and message.
‘Ml never give her another
stitch of work,' cried the angry
beauty; ‘I ought to have had it
three hours ago, Here, Fan-
chon, dress me at once, there's
not a minute to lose. No, 1 can't
pay to-night; 1 haven't time. He
must call to-morrow.'
“But we've no fire and nothing
to eat,and my little sister is sick."
called the boy, pushing up the
grand stairway.
‘'Shut the door, FKuclion !"
commanded Miss Graie . And
vi.i, auur was mosi'cT mints face.
From the jmieli at irm parlor
window l’ansio wall‘lied tire
whole scene, her violefleyes dis
tended with childish amazement.
_ “ little boy,” she said, as Ross;
disappeared down the stairway:
‘sister Grace ought to pa v him.I
It. must be dreadful to have no
tire and nothing to eat.'’ I
She stood for a moment, bal-liL nov ‘' 1
nncing hersHf on the tip of one K
dainty toot, her rosebud fie
grkve and reflective; then a sud-
dtju thought flooded her blue
eyre with sunshine, and snatcli-
ing something from the table
shfr darted down stairs. The
servant had just closed the street
dobr, but she fluttered past him
likic a Immming bird and onen-
edjit.
(tn the steps sat Ros>, brave
litt^ fellow that lie was, hisfaci
in fcis hands, sobbing as if in,
heat would break,
“''hat’s the mutter,little boyr
ir, but—but my mother and sj
ter are starving. 4
rile jeweler Hesitated,
toiimt her at last, the idol of his life.
“I'iioy are very lino gems,” ho said
att.or a moniont, and I ain willing to
Igivo you a fair price—supposo w<-
i he ihwi*it*r ii^siiiitod , J iouppuoo >><-
■You don t look like'* thi4 t -'j'7 ! -"° t °" 8 * ,ld J 01»ra-will tin,I
, “ i i*: bn '.. 1 y m ,fr nd ,f;"'£ <w. z ii„ gg i„nce
*nie II juf surprise from beneath her heavy
eSSiMiipl “rf<> muc
I.V 1
he
Fontenay; that will si
matter at once, 4
lie dispatched a messen
accordingly and Ross sat <f.
in a corner nn i sobbed bitt
as he lieaid the driving win
and thought of his mother ai
poor Tittle Flora. In half
houi’ Mr. Fontenay came, brin
h as that ?” she said trem
ilonsly. You are very kind, sir. Oh,
ou cannot know how much this
money will help me.”
The young man made a polilo ro
ll'ply and proceeded to put aside tin
- jewels and draw a check for the
elmouey. Hie March winds were
with him. The little crcatijU'f. 11 l,ll J ste,i,! S "ithout, and girl
i i , in it i mveieu ami uruw her wrapper clos
darted toward Ross like a hub^ r fta 8il(1 8tarted out> 116
ming-bird, her cheeks abla
ing his little daughter Pans
creati
her eyes flashing like liglilin
‘He ‘iiidirt ■/■•d.i^ nwnuf
”h«- < li'-^l, -iiAjii' • 'em to hit
sell 'em, 'iiid buy bread for
little sister/
Ross sprang to his feet, striJ
gling hard to keep buck his teat
He put out his little brown hum
which Pansie instantly elasjre
in her chubby palms.
‘1 am not a thief, sir,
One wintry afternoon in Janu
ary away up in the bleak attic
of a wretched tenement-house,
a pale, sad-eyed woman sat sew
ing. The garment upon which
she was engaged was a very
rich dress, 'l’he twilight closed
in rapidly, with a blinding fall of
snow, a bitter, wailing blast that
made the windows rattle in the
casements. Still the pale-faced
woman stitched on. .
“Mother," piped a sweet
from the cot beneath the win- ,
i , 'ii . .] .- ] tuisdittlc boy, and Duv her lot
dow, “wil you get the line dress J .
, o. i|‘ c tilings' I is worth
done? Oh, mother, 1 m so hun-jtr
gry -ICJ-only harl-sonv* teu arid
a hit of sausage,”
She worked on steadily for a!
time, pausing only to brush a llftnt s ’ ailt * something
tear from her white cheek, then
qurttioned Pansie.
R<ks looked up half belie wing
that it was tin angel looking
dowli upon him through the
whaling snow,
... w.v., “$h, i cannot go home with-
faced out t lie money,” he sobbed :
•‘ptir mother wotked hard, and
voice|M°P is sick and so hungry.'’
i win-* she said, ‘ik/take
“Wont you let mo run down to
lie bivnk^for yr.uY” Biiidltlie Jeweler,
" 0]‘ hiH o»' f - "uou cun pluy
<ly i ho nriilc; it win no bin ii
or twod’*-
Mbit I mu troubling you ho,”
‘Not n bit; just take this warm
sent, plenee; you’ll not. be likely to
’tnvu any customers. And seating
her beside the desk, ho took the
check and hurried out.
IT Pansie Fontenay threw bnck her
l., vi ,. , ‘ 1; v,i il mid leaned her head upon her
I °i‘ 8 .‘ A ., r ' l ' u, ! t!? n a i haudB, a puzzled retlcctive look up-
1 ne\ei sloly, anything in nrher sweet, sad face. 1
now it was wrong to tak i “When have I soon this
the necklace, but, but, sir, littlhho asked herself over and ovor
sister is starving.' i igain. It is so familiar; who in the
Tim merchant drew, his hand! forld can it lie V” Ilis return broke
across his eyes. . iii upon her meditation, and after ro-
‘You’i'o a manly littlo fellow,’ hVdeiving her money she hurried
said, patting the lad’s head, ‘and to her humble lodgings,
do not in the least blame you, but Thfvfollowing afternoon was even
will take Pansies emeralds, and sh- 1 ? 01 ' 0 blustering and stormy; the
shall give you something more avail ynd Soared and the sh ot tinkled
able. Here Piinsie, give this to youpkmnst the ‘ windows of the littlo
Vi!tie friend.’ ‘ lrtam in which Pansie and herfnth-
He put a gold piece into Pansio’s emit. Severe misfortunes and re
build-;, which she tendered to itoss Ivi'so had reduced them to poverty,
willi the injunction that he HliontilUmI the old man being an invalid, all
mu stri.ighr, home and buy lots of | ^ care f II upon Pansie’H slmuld-
■;o niics lor his sister—a command
do w.-.b not slow to obey.
No Pony, No He.
His loving mother said,
‘ If you take some of the castor oil,
Iill let you go to tile circus.’
‘How much?’ lie cautiously in
quired.
‘Oil! only a spoonful; just a
spoonful,’ she replied.
‘And you’ll give me some sugar
besides?' lie asked.
‘Of course I will—a big lump.’
He waited until'she began pour
ing from the bottle, and then ask
ed, ‘And you* 11 give me ten cents
loo?’
'Yes of course.'
'And you’ll buy me a shoo^fly
kite'!' lie went on, seeing his ad van*
talgo.
A Theater at the North Polo
iVe. V
/‘I gfu\ss so.’
‘Nofkite, no ile,’
ihc ro
away
", sat, down with her father road-
‘I think wo slmll not lose sight of|liUloud fiom a new book' which
tlm fellow,’ continued ilr. Fontenay, "’’had bought for him with some of
is Itoss dimppeared in the stormy| o money received for her jowels.
darkness. ‘Shall we, pttV Let’s s . srswoi t, lace was wan and sad
whatwocui do to h -Ip him. lie’ b id her future stretched before liei
id, hopeless and gloomy.
There is a ring at the door, and a
rvant, brought up a. package for
us. Fontenay. An exquinito bunoli
promising young lad aud an lum-
esi, one, 1 m sure. ]fTr. Lenox, you’ri
in need of an errand boy; why not
try him/ I wish you wold.’
The jeweler consented, to Pansie’sj'f pansies, fragrant and go] Ion henit
great delight, and ou the f-dlowiiig'd, done up in tiiisue paper, and at-
died as an or-| lc ltod to llieni the simple words:
Ol llcc tilings' 'Tis worth l‘ -i y it was duly insmneu as an or-l lc "vai ro llieni the simple i
gl» 11 (leal; pa pit bought ir forF’" 11 ; l> T 1:1 ,‘J 10 i' .siiimnuiblo estat) |R >'« Hunhar h if mot i'oiaMyy
inyLunb-A; m"—* •••■< -J (,£ M ■’ ■q * i W*
take Hand welcome.” I.laivh nmrning, a young nan sa. T P-iusie sat amazed for a
bile extended, her dimpled I, hind the counter Of a thriving kw- \ k ‘ a tl 1 K : n a rmh bloom dar
lie said, s as he
steppe® back.
1 WelTVl’U buy a kiff*,’
plied, lifting the spoon up.
‘And.a velocipede?’
I’ll think of it.’
'You can’t think no castor ile
down me!’ lie exclaimed, looking
round for his hat.
‘Here— 1 will, or I’ll tease fath
er to, and I know he will. Come
now, swallow it down.’
‘And you’ll buy me a goat?’
‘Yes.’
‘And two hundred marbles?’
'Yes. Now take it down.’
'And a coach-dog?’
‘1 can't promise that.’
'AH right; no dog, no ile.
‘Well, I'd ask your father.’
‘And you'll buy me a pony?’
‘Oh! I couldn't do that. Now
be a good boy and swallow it
down.'
‘O yes! I'll swallow that stuff, 1
will' lie said, as h^clapped on his
hat. ‘You may fool some other
boy with a circus ticket and a lump
of brown sugar, but it'll take a
hundredidollar pony to trot that
castor ile down my throat.’
Murk Two ins Musket.
You sec, the old man was trying
to learn me to shoot blackbirds and
A theater was built of ice for plays
lectures, and concerts. It was on
the floe, close to tko ship- Tha
foundation-stone (a large block of
ice) was laid with great ceremony
on November 18. In the forenoon
the Mayor and corporation waited
on the Governor, (the Captain,) and
in address was read setting forth
the objects of the building, and
praying him to lay the foundation.
This was accordingly done in dae
form, coins having boen placed be
neath the stone. The civic author-
itioU wore hard put to it for oartntite *
robes.- of office. The Mayor appeared
lemlont iundressing gown, fes,
out tlie
and someinmg iiko
shower of stars fell at tlie boy’s
feet, lie caught it up in amaz -
merit—a ucckIuo* of emeralds,
Itistiioiis, gleaming tilings, sc.
in tawney, Indian go d.
“No, no," he cried, running-
up to where she stood. ”J can
not take this necklace—take ii
arose and shook
glimmering robe.
"’Tis done at last,” she said.
“Now mother’s little girl can
lave her supper; only be • pa
tient a little longer, Flora. Rossi
9pme, my boy.” | ‘-You shall tuko it,‘
A manly little fellow came out tinued, imperiously,
from the bedroom beyond. lots of jewelry aud tin
“The fine dress is c^one, Ross,' 1 j 111 home now amt
ind you must run home with it| s ‘ s ^‘ r 80,ne thmg to eat.
f / — • She closed the door wi
s last as vou can. Miss Oracle 1
know
have:
1 she con-
“I have
> lliings—
>uy your
th
moment
tod into
or white chec
“Ohr father," she said, “I
!im—1 knew him!' Oh, \so
omul Homs at lasl.”
Ah instant later Roes was in the
room, clasping her fluttering bands
m his, and into her bliio eji s look
ed with a glance that brought tin
rosy bio- in to her face. And a few
weeks later, win n tlie blustering
"intis were over, and the’ goldtn
hearted pansies bloomed on Hie
gavden borders, Halo Paiisfc be-
you can. mu* y^jbang and Ross 8toud im . au i ut(
be out of patience, I know. in tlje bt()rmy g j
oom. Should
he ring the* bell and
fell her I couldn’t finish it one
I Uoment sooner, and ask her to
jive you the money. We must
lave it to-night. And you can
top at Mr. Ray’s, as you come
lack, and buy some coal; and
ive must have some bread and
ea, and a mite of butter, and
fou must ejet a sausage, Ross,
fyr poor little Flora.”
“I’ll get them all, mother,” he
fid, “and be back in time. You
nail have a big sausage, little
'is,” he added, turning toward
he cot;
The girl nodded her curly
lead and her great wistful eyes
parkled with delight.
‘And you shall have half of it,
^oss,’ she piped, in her splendid
ird voice.
‘Hadn’t you better put on
our thick jacket, my boy?’ con
ned his .mother. ‘The wind
uts like a knife.’
‘Pshaw, little mother, I don’t
■nd the wind,' and away he
e nt down tHe creaking stairs
nd out into the storm. Miss
,r acie Fontenay was in a per-
ct furore of impatience and an-
^ r - Her dear five hundred
‘ends were assembled in the
nils below and her handsome
fess had not come home. What
o that beggar woman mean
disappointing her?‘
At that moment there was a
at the door and a voice, in
e hall.
return the
jewels to Pansies father, or
should lie do as she bade him .
He thought of his mother and
poor litte Flora watching wist
fully for his return. He could
not go bao ; and sec them starve.
With a sudden feeling of des
peration he thrust the glittering
necklace in his pocket and
dashed down the street.
The gaslight blazed briliantly
i u a fashonable jewel* y establish
ment, and its bland proprietor
looked down inqniringly on lit
tle Ross as he approached the
glittering count**!-.
‘Would you like to buy this,
sir?
There was a tremor in the
boy’s voice as he asked the ques
tion, and the hand that held die
emerald necklace shook visibly.
The lapidary took the gems, ex
amining them closely for a mo
ment, and then shot a sharp
glance at the child.
‘See here,’ he said, presently
his voice stern and commanding,
“I want to know how you came
by this?’
The boy‘s clear eyes fell; he
blushed and stammered evi
dently embarrassed. The jewel
er put aside the emeralds, and
taking the lad's arm led him in
to a small ante-room.
‘You are a thief, sir, 4 he said
‘That necklace belongs to Mr
Fontenay—he bought it of me
not a month ago. You stole it;
you are a thief. 4
The little fellow straightened
himself, and bis brown eyes
blazed. ‘I am no thief, 4 he retor
ted. ‘A little girl gave it to me
g F
•t*} e8talili-luiHiit iii one ol‘ the Nor-
oio: n ci ies. lie w:;a a liilinlsoilK
nail, n traveler, a mail of taste, in-
.eheet and money, for ho was r ju
nior purlin r in ilm iir .i, which waV
t prosperous one. iiut do pite all
nib good f rtuno, iiuss Dunbar \v;u>
•iiUimppy. J iis mother and his little
Flora had gone to their long home,
.nd he wub utterly alone, without
id'.h or kin in ihe wide wan Id.
Sitting uluiio one morning wi:h the
roar of tuo March winds in i.is ears
(nits thoughts were running back loi 1 ® 11 ** 1 ? Ross Dunbar s bride, and for
ihe days of l.i s boyhood, to his moth- “‘T bl ’ 1 ' 1 ' i l1 K ilL gave lier back her
el’s humble iiome. How sivid tin ''* ini g ot emeralds,
pant seemed, and how dear and sn-
cred, despite its privations ai.d sor COULDN’T S'J’Ol’ HER - The gale-
.o,.s. Tli j eyes grew dim and his (at the passenger depots shut out nil
neart swelled. All were gone over p.,*ople nut having tickets for the
the wide wafers of time amt change 1 , trains wa r yesteday closed at the
A lender smile softened hi< sa l fact 1 ! Union <k’pot against an elderly wo-
as lie recalled the stormy night when
ho sat sobbing on tlie steps of Mr,
Eontenay’s man-ion. And ]itt!(:
Tansie; the remembrance of her
sweet face, as he saw it through tin
snow wreaths, haunted him constant
ly. In all tlie fifteen years never for
ono hour had lie forgotten her. Hut
she was gone—lost to him forever.
His reverie was broken by the en
trance of a customer, a lady closely
clothed and veiled. .She approached
the counter with a jewel case in hei
hand.
“Would you buy these?” she asked,
simply, m a clear sweet voice that
stirred the young man’s heart as ■’no
other woman's voice had power to
do.
He took the casket, opened it, and
spread out its contents. A wutclq
an elegant and costly diamond ring
two rubies and an emerald necklace.
Ross Dunbar barely suppressed a
cry of surprise as his eyes fell upon
it. He turned it over with eager,
trembling lingers and there on the
clasp was the name that had lived in
hiH heart for so many years. “Little
Pansie.”
and brass chain ; the mace bearer
was also suitably attired, and the
corporation, with pillow in his waist
coat seemed fully conscious of his
importance. The building of ths
theater was not completed before tha
oud of the month. It waa mads of
blocks of ice. and roofed over hy •
8;ul. The lengli was 27 foot] by 16
foot. Tho auditorium was of suf
ficient size to contain the whole
ships compauy. Raised above this
by one step was the stage, provided
with green room and wing*. Half a
dozen footlights, and a few lampa
with polished reflectors, were suf
ficient to light the whole building
It was finally opened on the even
ing of December 1, the the birthday
of the Princess of Wales, and nama-
eel the “Royal Alexandra Theatre,"
The whole ship’s company attended,
the officers Bitting in front of kh#
stage, and the men, with ibaaw
band, behind them. The manager
first appeared on the stage, and
; < -‘ a< ! Ihe prologue, an elegant classi
cal, composition, suitable to the oo-
oasion, written in verse. A commit-
tco had selected it on the previous
day from four, which had been anb-
‘flitted to their decision. The pro-
beasts that tore up the young corn loguejbeing concluded, loud shoals
ami such things, so that I could be of “author’’ were raised.
hSiirctiLuic about thoLr.m.becauseln-* -A.— *•
1 wasn,t big enough to'do much.
My gun was a single barreled shot
gun, and the old man carried nn old
Queen Anne musket that weight a
qon, made a report like a thunder
clap,and kicked like a mule the old
man wanted me to shoot the old
musket some times,but I was afraid.
Une day, though, I got her down
and took her to tlie hired man and
asked him to load her up because
it was hout in the Held. Hiram
said:
"Do you sec those marks on the
stock —an X and V, on each side of
the queen’s crown ? Well, that
man wealing spectacles and u-ingan
umbrella for a cane. “Can’t pass
without a ticket,” said tho man at the
gate as aim eamo up. “I want to
see if there’s anybody, on that train
going to PoH Huron” she answered
“Can’t pass without a' ticket mad
am.” ■*
“I’ve got a darter in Port Huron,
I hav.”
“Cant help it, please. My orders are
very strict.”
“I tell you I want to send word to
my darter !”she exclaimed, adjusting
her spectacles for a better view of the
ifficinl. “Yes but woenn’t help that,
you see. Please show your ticket.”
“I want this ’ore railroad tounder-
stand that I’ve got u darter in Port
Huron and she’s got a baby four
weeks old auction goipg to send her
up word in spile
“You wish to sell them all?” he
asked, striving to steady his voice
and the wild throbbing of his heart.
The lady hesitated an instant and
then she put her slender hand and
drew the emeralds toward her.
“I dislike to part with this,” she
said; “it was my father’s gift—and
—and but no mutter take them all;
I. must have the money.”
In her eagerness she lmd thrown
aside her veil, revealing a lily face,
lit by lustrous, sapphire eyes. Iloss
Dunbar stood silent a moment, every
nerve in bis manly form thrilling
with supreme delight. He had
ww
on tho atnge to reoci
applauA. Then folh
inn fiiv/id MR..... 1
means ten balls and five s'ugs-
that's her load.”
“Hut how much powder ?”
“Oh , “lie says ,“it don't matter;
put in three or four handfuls,”
So 1 loaded her up that way.
and it was an awful charge—I hafl
sencc enough to see that—and
started out. I leveled her on a good
many blackbirds, but every time 1
wefit to pull,Hie trigger I shut my un
eyes and-winked. 1 was afraid ofl.V
her kick. Towards sundown
fetched up fo the house nnd £®S il**® *
« s the 1 old nM? ^kta t y,aay?^ r * "»»»>■■«■.«»« -
J,
ol all the gates in
this depot.”
“Pleas show your ficketr, madam.”
I tell you once more”
Please show your ticket,'madam.”
.She gave the old umbrella a whirl
and brought it down on his head
with a vim of an old fashon log-raising
and as he staggered aside she passed
him and said: “There’s my ticket,sir
and I’ve got more behind it! Msbbe
one man and a gate can atopmefrom
sending word to my darter to
the baby’s nose with mutton-4# wg
the weather ebangos cold,
believe it
And she walked down to thetrnip.
found some one going to port Huron,,
and came back 'carelessly humming
the melydy of The Three Blind
Mice.”— Free Prist-
A Philadelphia woman owns
the largest colored diamond ever
brought to America.
was tire
p : 6f,ch.
“Been out liunti
u Yes; sir,“sayj
you kHt. ?” nr,
“Didn'tkill an
shoot her off; waA
—1 knew blacked Wei
Gimme that gun!”
said, mad as sin..
And he took aim atai
on the other side of- the roa<F
I began to drop out Qf danger,'
the next moment I b^ard the e;
quake and saw the Queert AnOii
whirling end over end in tha i
and tlie old man spinning -artty
on one heel, with one leg u^'a!
both hands jrn his jaw, and
bark flying from the old sapplin
like thar was a hail-storm. The
man’s shoulder was set bick three
inches, his jaw turned black and
were
receive well-metifod
followed the amus
ing farce “My Turn Next,” the perl*
being taken by five officers. Ou the
whole, the piece was very well per
formed; one actor in particular dis
played considerable dramatic talent
happily introducing several local al
lusions. Much amusement was caus
ed by a female character appearing
in a black beard, the gentleman to
whom that part had been alloted ob
stinately refused to part with that
protection against the cold. Songs
and reoitations by some of the men
followed, and ihe evening’s entertain
ment conlydixl- by an original oom-
position called “The Arctio Twine.”
Jins was the. hit of the evoning, and
mihk and whistled {everywhere
ime after. It was a dan-
by twjp of the petty officers
red in sleighing costum
Btulg (and danced, accompany
“he bend. Thus satisfaotoril,
our first evening in the theatri
blue, and he had to lay up for a
i ill "milt ton-4 hi®* Cholera or nothing else can
1 the way I was scared
present^!
of, was most in-
_ A magic lantern was
o einployed oji soveral occasions,
prhou our first enthusiasm had
ided, we begaJt’ to think sitting
mpevsture rather an
ton. Ifor though the theatffe
ad a small atijv©, and was always
tch warmer'than th® outer air, u
j often aa 'fldld is 20*. «o we
TDen^diwierjeS QlSaturday even-
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ly a dull hour
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sculptor Boehin, a
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i the ground, partly wrap-
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/ning him, y*
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threatened to km
give him fly.
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house, and
rtf she didn’t
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but I guess shoo f „ ,
and she droppea- ■„ into tlufOta/
rel of a shotigun. The fellMv did
not wait to take it.
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