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BURIED FIRE. j
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Being Au Eilraei From ihe Papers
of tlie Bate John Burmester En
gaged In the Diplomatic Service
of Brent Britain.
By Edward Mumford.
(Copyright, 1901, by Edward Mumford.)
Even in; a lifetime one learns but lit
tle of life. • I myself may say that I
iame to 40 years still not knowing that
man's will can no more be resisted than
a mountain torrent; yet that there lives
ijn man who may not yield to love; and
tnat the hate that is born of love is the
strongest force of all. And these three
things I learned in a single night.
The day preceding that night was the
•'.corniest I ever spent. It was, if I re
nt nfoer, the second day after the dis
appearance of the Crown Prince Michael,
you will recall how the news thrilled Eu
rope, but you can form little idea of the
terror that shook the capital in those
jays. Men went about their work with
anxious faces, and mutely passed each
other, fearful of they knew not what,
but silent from that fear. Squadrons cf
the household guhrd swept grimly through
ihe streets. The Ambassador and the
other Secretaries were away on official
business, and r was alone in the embassy.
Toward night the snow began to fall, and
somewhere near a bell tolled, tolled until
1 thought 1 should go mad. I gave up
my correspondence, and was Just closing
my desk when a note was brought to
me.
Looking tapek on it now, 1 wonder I
was not surprised. Yet it all seemed in
keeping with‘the character of the man
and with that desolate day that I should
t>e reading a note from Murdock, whom
1 had last seen ten years before, and on
the other side of the world. There were
but two lines and no signature, but I
knew the hand:
"I will need you to-night at 10. The
bearer will direct you. Be discreet.”
1 smiled at the tone of it, imperious and
mysterious as Murdock ever was. I could
learn nothing from .the messenger, a sim
ple lad, who evidently knew no more
than the way to the house where he had
received the note. Yet I believe 1 did not
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once think of refusing to go, and that
because the one man in the world to
whom I could refuse nothing was Angus
Murdock.
1 suppose none knew Murdock better
than I, yet what I knew was but little,
for It was only what he chose to show
me. In the university there were among
his fellows many who admired him, some
who feared him, none who loved him. My
affection, Indeed, he might have had, but
he would not. Coldly, almost contemptu
ously, he went his way, among us all
enslly the strongest body and the keenest
mind, yet utterly without Influence, for
he was utterly Indifferent. Well-nigh half
of hts twenty-four hours he spent in the
laboratories, and the fame of his work
there spread abroad; but the honors It
brought him he put aside, saying that he
would be beholden to no man. Those who
offered him kindness found his eyes for
bidding; those who opposed him found
him terribly compelling.
Once he happened to save my life, with
1 ( tranquil manner of one who lifts a
h' - from his wine glass. He was quite
brusque when I made much of It, but af
terward# he began to spend with me his
infrequent periods of leisure. At times I
'■oke through his reserve, and he was al
most genial, but at the slightest touch
°i affection he froze and held me off.
la all mind,” 1 said to myself, piqued.
" ' I mind, and a stohe for a heart." And
' it shows how little I knew the man,
after all.
il quitted the university with a
'tinge suddenness, leaving for me a
message that was little more than a cold
■well. Within a few months I receiv
'd by foreign express a box with a card
which was written “You wished to be
kmd to me, and I would not let you,
for w hich 1 am sorry. Sell these and use
:i " money." Inside were diamonds of
one value. T was badly in need of funds
furnish my university course, and ne
kl> w it. There was no address; and so
' 'ln 1 could offer no words of thanks,
"bee after that I saw him. It was on
10 street in Buenos Ayres, but I could
ir 'l!y believe It was Murdoch, for he was
’■billing Into the face of a beautiful wo
"'an, an( j i had not thought Murdoch
""Id smile like that. He caught sight of
waved his hand gayly and afterward
i t his card at my hotel during my ab
'ii e. The next day I returned his call,
found he had left the city within the
ir. It was very like Murdoch. And
'■ '■>. after another ten years, his note
In my hand and I was not surprised.
I nl>ent the evening wondering what
"light lie at the end of It. Shortly be
b't’e 10 o'clock I set out purposely choos
* " circuitous route. It was a wild
" : ht. The snowy, bitter blasts nearly
* ;v ept me off my feet a* I turned the
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been named to me. The house was easily
found, I waited cautiously In the shadow
of the gateway, peering up and down to
make sure I was not spied upon; but I
had no sooner given the signal than the
gate swung open, closing immediately be
hind me. A servant led me across the
| court, and up a dark stair to a room
! where he muttered something and left
me.
I looked about me inquisitively. The
apartment had more the air of a labora
tory than a living room. Evidently Mur
doch was still devoted to his science. At
the far end of the room loomed shadowy
irregular masses that my curios
ity, and I found they were the dark cloth
covers of pieces of apparatus—two strange
wooden frames, bearing polished steel re
flections; and, connected with these by
wires, a yellow revolving disk, set up
right. Its lower half covered with a silk
bag. Clearly the whole was some sort of
electric device, but I could make nothing
of its purpose. I was still examining It
when the door opened to admit Murdock.
He grasped me by the hand and drew me
close to him with an eagerness that was
like a caress. Yet all he said was "I am
right glad to see you, John.” It was as
though we had met but yesterday; but he
called me by my Christian name, which
he had never used before. Bo he stood
clasping my hand In both of his, and gaz
ing at me, and I at him.
"You have not changed, John,” he
said at length.
“Nor you,” I returned; yet even as I
spoke I was trying to determine why he
was so different. Afterward I realized
that the eyes were franker than they
had been, and the mouth more mobile.
The subtle lines, too, on brow and lips
seemed to cut through the mask his face
once waa. All this, I say, I was aware
of later. At the time I could only say,
"Though you are older, Murdoch.”
“Older? Yes,” he said. ”1 think I have
lived forty years since I saw you." He
turned from me to trim the candle, and
I noticed It trembled in his hand. “Grief
will age a man,” he continued, “yet
there Is that will age him more quickly.”
He spoke fiercely, I thought. Then he
said, suddenly coming back to me, “Do
you believe In miracles. John?”
“I have never een one, I amlled.”
"There was a time when I did not.”
•aid Murdoch. “You think my face Is
older. What think you of this?”
His left hand was Incased In a black
glftve, which he stripped off rapidly, and
rolled up his sleeve. From elbow to fln
ger-tlps the arm was that of a man of
9ft—shrunken and almost powerless. It
was not a pleasant thing to see.
"That Is part of a miracle, If you like,”
said Murdoch, "and this is another
part ” He took from a box on the table
a small glas Jar filled with lumps of a
bright reddish-yellow ore. “My first hand
ful of that pretty stuff cost me my arm,”
he went on. "I uncovered a vein of It In
a Peruvian mine. My peon sprang to
warn me, but too late. I had scarcely
touched It when I felt a sharp pain and
In a few moments my arm—was as you
see It.”
I withdrew my hand a respectful dis
tance from the iltle Jar. "But what is It,
Murdoch?" I asked.
"The Indians down there call It the
BufTed Fire. I cannot tell you what It
Is. But I have shown you what It will
do. When acted upon by the hot springs
of that country and by electric currents
In the earth it Justifies Its name. Some
thing goes out of it—a ray, a flame, per
haps; but one sees nothing, only what
happens. Z have .watched * dog turn
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old before It, very old. then wither up.
and finally—do you understand me?—and
finally disappear.”
“What nonsense. Murdoch.” I ex
claimed. “Some conjurer's trick.”
There was only the dog. end I—and
that.” He pointed, to the glass jar. “I
am telling you what actually occurred,”
said Murdock. "You do not believe me.
But I assure you that the same thing can
be done here in this room.
I looked at him amazed. Whatever the
meaning of his words, they were strange
enough, yet I was not thinking of them
so much as of the speaker. The old, in
different Murdock I had known would
have shown none of this vehemence.
What had changed the man?
“See.” he was saying, while he pointed
to the machines behind me, “a piece of
the yellow one, placed in the focus of
each of these reflections, heated to ex
actly the right point, and excited by the
current from this electrical generator,
would give off the rays—or whatever they
are. Direct them upon a living object be
tween the reflectors, and”—he waved his
hand with an obliterating motion—"and
the thing will happen.”
“You mean—” I began, Incredulous.
“What I told you—the dog,” said Mur
doch.
"But are you sure?” I cried.
“Sure? I have done It,” said my friend.
"And I will do it again; yes, onoa
again.”
“You must tell me more of this thing,
Murdoch,” I said.
"Oniy to-day I learned you were at the
embassy,” he said. "It was providential,
my finding you. For I needed your help.
I believe also I wanted to see you once
again before I—went away.”
There was a tenderness in his voice
that quite touched me. "You can count
on me, Murdoch,” I said, “if it were but
for gratitude.” He stopped me with u
gesture. “None of that,” he said. “I
had full value. You did more for me
than you knew. But for the sake of old
times I will ask of you a service.”
He leaned toward me. “John,” he be
gan. “they used to call you a religious
man. Tell me, is it God’s will that a
murderer should suffer for bis crime?”
“Assuredly,” I answered, “but—”
“Wait,” eald Murdoch, laying his hand
on my knee.
“And if the law will not. cannot punish
him, John; and if he should come into
the power of a man who knew his crime,
and had suffered by it? Has not that
man the right to Inflict the punishment?”
“No right from God,” I answered,
“ 'Vengeance la mine.’ ”
"yes, yes, I know thy® text," Murdoch
broke in. "I speak not of vengeance, but
of Justice, bare Justice. You shall Judge,.
I wili tell you the story. It begins with
this.”
• He drew from his waistcoat pocket a
leather base which he opened and placed
In my hand. In it there lay a miniature
on Ivory, the portrait of a very queen
among women; and I recognized the beau
tiful eyes I had once seen returning Mur
doch's smile. I bent my head silently, and
handed tt back to him. "Never again,” he
murmured, "never again. She is dead.”
He kissed the pictured faoe twice, pas
sionately, before he closed the case. And
this was the man I had thought too cold
even for friendship.
"So you loved her," I said, pitying him.
“Doved her?” he cried. “Like the very
blood of my heart. You saw her. Do you
need to ask why?”
"No,” I told him. "I can understand.”
"Yet you cannot understand what she
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meant to me,” he went on. “Bisten.” He
gave me an account of all that he had
passed through since he had left the uni
versity. He had studied, explored, traded,
dug, In every part of the world; seeking
diamonds in Africa, gold In South Amer
ica, getting wealth and keeping it, meet
ing men and forgetting them, ever rest
less, ever unsatisfied, ever lonely. "And
so,” he said, "I found myself In Buenos
Ayres—and there I met her. ! knew then
why I had lived. Well, I will not speak of
that. We were betrothed; our marriage
day was set, when suddenly she disap
peared. It was the very day you saw us
together. Not until the next morning did
I learn that she was missing. There was
a time then when 1 was almost insane.
We searched for her everwhere in vain.
All we could learn was that she had last
been seen In the garden of her villa,which
lay on the sea-coast, some miles from
the city. We thought she was drowned.”
• His voice broke, and he turned his face
from me. In a moment he went on. "For
seven years I believed that, suffering I
cannot tell you how much. I took up my
cld wandering life. And now I will tell
you a strange thing—you may believe it
if you like. Three years ago I was in
Calcutta, and I heard her very voice—l
could not mistake ft. You may say I
dreamed it; I tell you I b ard It as plain
ly as you hear me now. Well, no matter
how it came, what J heard was the
truth. I learned where she was. I act out
within an hour to find her—for she was
not dead—and I found her at last; 1
found her, yes—”
He left his chair, and paced back and
forth in the room. “I will tell you why
she disappeared," he said. "It Is incredi
ble, but that, also Is true. There in
Buenos Ayres was a foreign nobleman on
a tour of the world. During my absence
from the city he annoyed her with his
attentions. When I came back I slapped
his face, in public. His rank forbade him,
he said, to challenge me. But his revenge
was sure. He watched for the opportunity
and with some of his crew stole upon
her in her garden, and carried her off to
his yacht. To allay suspicion he kept the
boat in the harbor for some days. Then
he slipped away quietly."
Murdoch gripped the arms of his chair
hard, and his mouth quivered, but he
controlled himself.
•T cannot tell you all I know,” he said.
“It would choke me. The man was a
smooth viper, John, a mocking devil. At
first he was madly in love with her. He
told her of his wealth, his high position,
but she would not yield. Then the ser
pent showed. He used no forcte, but he
vowed he would break her will. He
brought her to Europe and established her
In his country house. His servants were
taught to believe her Insane. She was
strictly confined and watched in a beauti
ful suite of rooms. Regularly he visited
her. He said he found his keenest de
light in taming his wild bird. Twice she
tried to kill him, and he only laughed.
Can you Imagine her torture during those
long years? It drives me half mad to
even think of it. Yet she—she kept her
reason, and outmatched him to the end.
Well, at last I found her—l told you that
—I found her, and by my help she es
caped. But It was too late. She lingered
a few weeks only, and died in my arms.
Ah, my Nlta! My Nlta!”
I believe that for the moment I forgot
even his grief. "And the man!” I cried.
"That devil, Murdoch?”
"Ay,” he said, turning and standing
over me, his speech in a moment hard
and cool, "ay, the man. What of him?
He has powerful friends. In hta own
country he clan laugh at the law. Sup
pose he had done to you, John, what he
has done to me, and fate put him Into
your hands, say, what would you do?”
"God forgive me, Murdoch,”l burst out
"but I believe I would kill him like a
worm!”
Murdoch laughed fiercely. "Come," he
said, seizing me by the arm, “I knew I
could count upon you. It was for this I
sent for you. You have pronounced hia
sentence; you shall help me to execute
it. Come.”
“What, now?” I cried, startled.
"Why delay longer? The man is in the
next room!”
I stopped abruptly, and for a moment
we stood there glaring at each other.
Shocked and angered a9 I had been by
Murdoch’s recital, I was not prepared
thus suddenly to make hia vengeance
my own. Murder Is an ugly thought to
any man.
"Murdoch!" I gasped. “I—l cannot do
this, not even for you.”
Murdoch bent his eyes on mine. I could
not avoid them. I know not how to ac
count for It, but they held me as a snake
holds its prey. I have bent strong wills to
mine, but I had no strength to opDose
this man’s. All at onct he seized me by
the shoulders.
“Bortnester,” he broke out, In a changed
voice, "don’t think hardly of me. What
I must, I must. For three years, since
she died, I have lived only for this. Even
as I loved her. I hate him, and now,
when Heaven puts him into my hands,
and bids me do Justice on him shall 1
hesitate?”
“What will you do with him?" I asked
”1 will finish what H began when I
lured him here,” said Murdoch. "Already
during two days he has suffered part of
the agonies she knew. Now he shall grow
old, old with pain, and by minutes, as
she by years; and so he shall undeistand,
at last.”
I still cast about me for some means of
escape. “But if It is a matter of justice—
you will show me proofs,” I urged, weak
ly,
"You have heard my story,” returned
Murdoch; "do you doubt It? Stay, It is
not the only story you have hear<j of him.
You know the man and his reputation.
Book!”
He strode forward and flung open a
door. A lighted room lay beyond, and at
the farther end, bound hand and foot to
a chair, sat a man. In spite of the band
ages that gagged and blindfolded him I
knew him—knew him for the shrewdest
political intriguer, the vlleet libertine and
the liandeomest man In Europe. It was
the Crown Prince Michael.
I swung the door shut, and (iced Mui
doch with wide eyes.
“You know who he is, and what he ia?” '
he asked.
“Yes, but—”
“But you are afraid?” There was a
world Olf scorn In the words.
"No more for myself than for you,” I
answered, slowly. "But the consequences,
for both of us?”
“There will be no consequences. We
are alone here, except for the servant
you have seen, and he knows nothing.
When it Is over—see, this Is your way.”
He showed me a sliding panel in the
wainscot. “The passage opens Into an
other street," he said. “As for me, I
will take my chances. Como, Justice calls
us, and It will soon be over, soon be
over.”
He stepped forward, and half dazed, I
followed him. I make no excuses for
what I did. If the power that swayed
me was not superhuman It was at least
more than mine to resist it. We went
up to where the prisoner sat bound. At
a sign I grasped one side of the chair
and .we carried it back to the room we
had Just left. The Crown Prince made
no resistance. His head hung forward
on his breast. The gag had loosened and
from his Ilf® there poured a curious, pit
iable medley of low sounds, curses, mixed
with prayers, and names that meant noth
ing to me. It was horrible to hear him.
Murdoch spoke no word until the chair
and Its burden stood on the floor between
■the two grim machines and their steel
reflectors. Then he turned to me.
"You will light this spirit lamp and
place It under the piece of ore In this
machine,” he said. “The instant I give
the word extinguish it, on the Instant;
mind, all depends on that. I will do the
same with mine, and I will manage the
electric current. Now."
Up to this moment, in spite of what
had been told me, I swear I had no least
idea of what might be In store for this
poor wretch. I had thought only that
at last 1 would plead for him. Of a
sudd-n it came to me now that Murdoch
actually expected this machine to kill hl3
victim In the way he had described. Yet
I could not speak a word; the utter hor
ror of the thing paralyzed thought and
tongue. Mechanically I lighted the lamp,
as I was bidden. Murdoch had lighted
his, and now turned rapidly at the handle
of the disk. The only candle In the room
spluttered low in its socket. I found my
self counting, counting, as Murdoch’s arm
rose and fell. Between us the Crown
Prince sat on his chair, muttering and
crying continually. The piece of ore in
front of me began to glow cherry red.
At the same moment came a loud knock
on the door. I snatched the lamp from
my machine.
’’Put it back, put it back!” erled Mur
doch. "It is nothing. We must go on.”
The knock sounded again and again.
"Open. In the name of the King,” came
a stem voice. Murdoch labored but the
faster at this wheel, his eyes fixed on the
ore, which gleamed brighter and brighter.
All at once he straightened up.
’’The lamp, the lamp!" he cried, and I
reached out and extinguished It. As Mur
doch bent over his own, I saw his face,
and he was smiling. The blows on the
door were redoubled.
Suddenly the Prince leaped in the chair,
screamed aloud, horribly, once, twice,
and sank back moaning. Then—l saw the
miracle. Before my very eyes his hand,
his head, his whole frame wrinkled, shriv
eled, sank together, and disappeared.
Nay, his clothing was gone. Where the
Prince had eat was nothing. Murdock
sprang toward me. "Quick,” he whisper
ed; "the secret passage. It opens at a
door they will not guard. Go, God bless
you, John—and, goodby.
“And you?” I cried.
“And I—l go to her," eald Murdoch. He
thrust me Into the passage and closed the
panel behind me. Aa he did so the door
of the room burst open, and I heard the
rush of heavy feet.
"What would you have, gentlemen?”
came Murdoch’s voice dear and clean
above the clamor.
"The Crown Prince Michael,” began an
officer.
”Ia not here.” said Murdoch. "Nor
shall I be tot; l° n k. gentlemen. Excuse
me." I heard him stepping back to where
the red stones still sent out their demon
rays. There was a moment’s silence,
broken by a gasp of astonishment from
the king's officers. Then my friend’s
voice once more, weak, but Jubilant.
"Nlta, Nlta!” he called.
Then the silence again. I turned and
fled, stumbling through the dark pas
sage. Murdoch’s voice was ringing In my
ears.
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At the age of 10 I brought a great dis
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"Who are you, sir, that you dare beat
a boy like that?”
”1 am the ruler of the village and tha
boy’s father,” he replied.
“But what did tha boy do to deserva a
whipping?"
"He cut our dog's tall off.”
“Well, that was no crime, and you
have punished him enough. No dog cares
whether he has a (all or not. Indeed, It
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dogs are glad to hava them chopped off.”
Every Puff a Pleasure.
Compare it with any high- 1 Maf llfljWv) I )l' Dm
priced domestic olgar. It stands Kj
MORRIS D. NEWMANN & CO.,
But what Is this to you?” asked the
father in angry tones. “If you, <*>,„„
meddling with what docs not concern
you, I will put the cane over your own
back. Go away, at once, you Impudent
boy!"
I did not make a move to go, and he
seized me by the collar and struck me.
across the shoulders. Before he could
strike a second blow I picked him off hts
feet and flung him over my shoulders like
a sack of flour, and then trotted out to
the gate and down to the canal. The man
struggled and yelled, tout when I reaohed
the water, I gave him a heave and sent
him Into It, and he was a worry looking
object when he crawled out on the other
bank. I soon found out that I had got
Into serious trouble. In Slam the ruler
of a village is considered a very Mg man,
and the person who lays hands on him
can toe severely punished. He had no
sooner got out of the muddy water than
he cried out In a loud voice;
‘‘Citizens, I have been assaulted and In
sulted by this boy-giant, and I order you
WHEN I REACHED THE WATER I GAVE HIM A HEAVE AND SENT HIM
INTO IT.
to lay hand* on him and take him to
Jail."
"Alas! Goo-Goo, but what have you
done!" exclaimed my father as he wrung
his hands in despair.
"Our Goo-Goo has ducked the ruler in
the canal and will be shut up for many
years!” walled my mother, as her tears
fell.
‘‘But I could not stend by and eee a
boy cruelly beaten, even If It was hie own
boy,” I rep Med.
"But didn’t be telt you the boy had
cm off the family dog's tall?” asked my
father .
"Yea, he did; but why make a fuss over
a dog's tall? Of what good Is a tall to
a dog, except that he may thump It on
the floor or fall over It as he gambols
about?”
"That may be true, but you will be
severely punished for ducking the ruler.
It may be that you will even lose yor
head. Alas! that I should be the father
of a giant!”
My parents went away with sorrow In
Ihelr hearts, but I did not feel so much
cast down, and neither was 1 afraid. I
felt that I had a right to defend myseif
when the ruler struck me. When It came
night 1 made up my mind that I would
break out of Jail and travel afar and
see the world, t did not like to leave my
borne, but at the same time I did got
want to be shut up for three or four
years for docking the ruler. When it
had come 8 o'clock, and had grown very
dark, 1 got a good grip on one corner
of the jail house, which was built of bam
boo, and with a sudden heave I over
turned the building and was free to run
away. There were no other prisoners in
the jail at the time, and the jailer hadi
gone to his supper. He must have been
greatly amazed when he returned and
found his jail lying on Its back and his
prisoner gone, but I was not there to see.
In my next I will tel lyou how I fell In
With a showman and what happened.
He Is Drunk—lOO Times.
From the New York Sun.
He Is drunk, intoxicated, inebriated,
tipsy, full, loaded, Jagged, fuddled, tight,
topheavy, slewed, half-shot, half-gone,
overcome, overtaken, primed, afflicted,
elevated, exhilarated, genial, happy, mel
low, corned, beery, winy, groggy, boozy,
soaked, chock-a-block, h>shy, muggy,
cockeyed, boreyeyed, muddled. Jiggered,
foggy, hazy, dizzy, dazed, stunned,
nioory, dopy, ossllled, petrified, para
lyzed.
He has a (glorious or elegant) Jag on,
a load on, a skate on, a bun on, a brannl
gan on, a shine on, a still on, an edge on,
a skin full; he has got a cup too much,
ho has looked on -the wine when It was
red, he has a bee In his bonnet, he haa an
applejack gait, he lues been taking a little
of Paddy's eye water or of red eye, he
has been crooking hts elbow, he has more
sail than ballast, he has his mtUn-brace
well spliced, he has the sun In his eye,
he can’t see a hole In the ladder, and he
can't He down without holding on.
He is half-seas over, three sheets In the
wind, on his beam ends, under the It -
fluence of the weather, over the bay. In
the clouds, in his cups. In his pots, oft
his trolley, off his nut, on a drunk, on a
spree, on n bender, on a racket, on a
tear, on the ran-tun, or the ree-raw, ha
Is feeling his oats, he Is full of mountai*
dew, full of dope, full of forty-rod booze,
full of Jersey lightning, full of tangle
foot, full erf bug-Julce, he Is as Tull as a
tick, full aa a goat, full as a bedbug, he
Is as drunk as a lord, drunk as a boiled
owl, drunk as a fiddler’s hitch, drunk as
Davids cow, he Is weak (wabbly) on his
pins, all mops and brooms, anil about to
cast up his accounts. L>. A.
lloboken, May 12,
17