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VANQUISHED. With red on the cheeks and fire In the ey«e We come to thy conflicts, O lifel We know we are strong, and we think we are wise, .As we plunge in the strife; We have youth, we have strength. We have hope, and at length We have love, O life! With the strength pf our youth and the fire of our hearts We take up thy challenge, O life! But we know not our foe has his traitors within As we wrestle in strife; And unnoticed, unknown, At blood, sinew and bone, They are feasting, O life! Till the red of our cheeks and the fire of our eyes Have faded, are quenched, O life! No more are we strong—’tis but left to be wise And retreat from the strife— As we yield to the truth Of our vanishing youth We prove it, O life! .Margaret U. Lawless, in Frank Leslie's. HUFF AND TIFF. - Who were they? They were Mr. and Mrs. Thwaite, and they had been so for a few weeks only. They became Huff and Tiff when they married. Although they were well-to-do citizens of great New Lancaster they had not been married grandly in church, be cause they were so young; and if the truth must come out, it had been a run away match. No one could understand why they had run away, as the opposi tion to their marriage had been more of a postponing character than anything else; but Mr. Thwaite had suggested that the former Miss Featherly had too little money for his son’s intended wife. There had been a stormy scene, in which the two vessels, old and young gentle man, had come into collision, amid claps of thunder. Is it necessary to say more? No; surely all persons of 20 will see why young Thwaite married precipitate ly and flew with his charming wife into lodgings. “Huff, dear, I'm all ready,” said his wife, entering the room. She was dressed for walking, it being near dinner time, and she wore her bend- ; ing spring hat ana clinging buff gown. Her teeth glinted, her eyes darkened as she looked down at her husband, who had been reading a novel of Victor H ugo. Thwaite looked up, stretched, sprang “to his feet, and bustled about getting his hat, gloves and cane. Then ho clapped his hands scientifically. “You have your purse ?” “Yes,” says he. “You have your Jiarasol?” “Yes,” says she. „ They went and had their dinner. Thwaite had been silent all the way home from the hotel restaurant. When they got back to their pretty parlor he sank into a chair and stared before him .fixedly. “What’s the matter 5” asked Tiff, catching sight of something unaccus tomed about him. “Oh, nothing, Tiff. Don’t trouble | yourself about it. Only ” His lips remained open, but no words followed. “Dearest, have you fallen ill “No-partly, though. I’ve fallen into ill luck. I thought I had some money in an inner compartment of my purse and—it is not there!” “You’ve spent it?” “Certainly not! That is, I suppose I must have.” “And what have you in the outside compartments of your purse?” asked Tiff, lazily fanning herself and putting her two dainty feet on the hassock. The only answer Thwaite seemed likely to make was to begin feeling of all his pockets. “Hey! - ’ said Tiff. “Why, none there now,” answered Thwaite, shortly, as, of course, he hadn’t. “Good gracious:” said Tiff, snapping her bracelet, “how unusual, isn’t it?” “Why, yes, that's what troublesme; I never was out of cash in all my life b> fore this.” • • “Aren’t there such things as checks?” asked Mrs. Thwaite, turning her eye 3 upon him lovingly. Thwaite laughed. “I should think so. But then I haven’t any about me.” “There are so many banks. Where do you cash your checks?” “When I have them,” said Thwaite, going to the mantelpiece to light a cigar,” I cash them at the first bank I come to.” “Perhaps if you go to the bank they’ll give you a check to cash,” she said. “No, hardly.” “Aren’t there such things as accounts at banks?” “Heavens, Tiff, why not?” “Well, then, go to the bank jvhere you have one.” Her husband took his cigar from his lips, growing pale. “What the deuce am I to do? I have no balance.” And Tiff made no reply. Tiff was as fresh as a rose the next day. She popped her head out of the window and sniffed the air. “ How perfectly sweet it is this morn ing !” said she. “I mean to wear my gaay linen.” “Where are you going?” asked Huff. She turned slowly and gazed at him. “Oh, yes, Ido remember now. No break fast.” “It is too cruel, my love,” says he, leaning against anything he could find in despair. “But 1 shall go to a place or two of business I know of, and get something profitable to do at once. Upon my word I will soon be back, fully equipped for a hearty luneb. As you say, nothing serious can befall two happy young beings like you and me.” On he went into the sunshine and Tiff sat dowm demurelv curious to find out what would happen next. She had to wait till evening for that “next thing,” unless a series of strange phases of feeling could be counted as in teresting. It was then that Huff ThWhite bur-t into the room, his face gleaming wbitely in the dim light. Said Huff on his return: “I have been up and down the city all day, finally se curing a capital connection with father’s rival insurance company; but, by the beard of Moses, I h(tre bad nothing but a glass of wine and a biscuit-since last evening. As soon as I was fairly launched in business this afternoon I realized that, of course, I could not expect to receive any cash the first day, and I became al most wild with anxiety. Yet it was im perative to smile. Do you not know that it is imperative in business to smile?” “I don’t care if it is!” retorted Till, with some show of life. “And you should care more that I am very, very ill. I have read Hugo until I am as hungry as a giantess.” “But, Tiff, I hs,ve one profound hope in this terrible dilemma,in which it now seems as if we should literally starve, un less my hope should pro.ve well grounded. Have you not any money ?” Mrs. Thwaite threw her head back daintily, shrugged her shoulders in mockery, her pale lips smiling, her lus trous eyes glancing scornfully over her husband’s head. “Do not keep me waiting for your an swer,” he cried, kneeling before her. “Why, certainly, I have mopey,” an swered she. “How could I have pin money else? Huff, you are beyond your depth, I think.” “Bravo! we are saved!” exclaimed Thwaite, springing up and waltzing a few steps with his cane. Then stopping he asked: “How came you not to men- | tion it at once last evenening? Give me your purse without delay, dearest Tiff, and let us start at once for our pretty little table at the restaurant.” Tiff walked over to the encouraging figure in the middle of the room, her hands behind her sloping waist. “Huff Thwaite, I never could have be lieved it.” ! “What?” “That you could not take care of me.” She began to cry, and spent all the tears she had longed to shed during the day, , but would not shed them because Huff j was taking care of her. I “Here!” she said, dramatically. He looked up and saw a pretty purse before his nose, and he took it. In a couple of hours more Tiff’s head ache had gone off like mist, and they both looked even gayer than before the terrible ordeal of that day had set in. At 9 o’clock there came a knock at the door. The servant stepped over to Mrs. Thwaite and said something in a low voice. Mrs.Thwaite repbed in the same manner. Who could have suppose ! that there would be a serious sequel to such a slight occurrence! When the servant had withdrawn, says Tiff: “Please, Huff, hand me $5.” “Certainly, Tiff. But on second thought-, remember how careful we must be for a month.” “I wish you would reflect that the laundress must be paid.” “Oh, we can’t speud money in so lavish a way as that at present. She must wait.” “Well, says the blooming wife, un- I concerned one way or the other, “I’ll go and send her off.” She left the room and did not return for five minutes. Then, after sitting down again and reading a few passages of Mrs. Browning, she looked up with a smile as it at some joke, which was inexplicable under the circumstances. “I I had to give her the clothes,” she said. “Did you? I thought you aDvavs did.” “I mean, of course, the laundered ones ! she had brought.” “Weren’t they just right?” “Huff, you are getting obtuse. She took them in payment.” “Mercy!” “I can make my things last just about a month, that way.” “But how am I to manage with only j twenty-four shirts, and at least Jteven thrown to the dogs a week?” “That does seem a problem.” mused Tiff, laying down Mrs. Browning’s poem’s temporarily on her knee. “Couldn’t you buy a flannel shut and wear it ever so long?” • “Couldn’t you get a bathing dress?” demanded Huff, with withering sarcasm. “Oh!” gasprd Tiff, “how fearful you always are!” Suppose the quarrel over, and for a day or two intense peace. Then came an episode. “Well, dears, how do you do?” The speaker was a fine girl, joyous with early morning and unusual excitement. Huff and Till were transfixed. They were just starting out for breakfast. “I was determined to find you in, and so I came at this hour,” went on the visit or. “It has taken us a good while to find you, since papa would hear of it. j The detective says you drank Stein bersrer yesterday ” “How dare you enter the same air we breathe?” thundered Huff, striding up to his sister and taking her round the waist for a stout kiss. “We ignore your existence.” “What a lovely room.*” exclaimed Esther, sitting down with Tiff on the sofa, with a sweep of eyes, and then 1 bending sideways toward the bride’s cheek until cheeks and lips met. “You dear!” “You love!” said Tiff, aud they em brace. “Papa says you must be married over again; go through the form and all the shpw and imporlauce,” remarked Es . ther, with the most fascinating, lazy nonchalance. “He said he never saw i anything go off like cotton into flames as you did, brother; jff-t as though any one was more in love with your Bessie Featlierly than he was. He don’t re member forbidding the marriage at all.” “Please to tell my father.” said Huff, severely, looking down at his wife, who held her chin in her hand, “that. T re member his forbidding it (or as bad as forbidding iti very distinctly. And I please add that from this time forth,my i father, yes, and all the rest of you, is— are—dead to me!” “Dreadful words, those. Will,” sighed his sister, glancing up with compressed lips. “Don’t you think so, Bessie?” Mrs. Tiff shook her head and smiled. “Mr. Thwaite is never in the wrong,” said she, and felt a little awkward at j her own assertion. Esther thought a moment, a?id then said she believed she would not stay any longer just now. Huff said that he would see he- lmme, and then reflected I that he could not very well carry out his intention. Esther, upon this, explained ! that she had come in the carriage. When she had bowed lierself through the open door, she stopped to throw over her shoulder a roulade of genial laughter. “By the way, Will,” she called, “if we were in the fashionable set, what a terrible notoriety you two wild things would have! As it is, it is like a nice play. Adieu!” “I wish my mother would come now,” said Tiff, after the door had closed upon her husband’s buoyant sister—who wa* also a school friend—but after a pause, or something equivalent to one. Huff had not descended to the carriage with Miss Thwaite, for fear of catching sight of the world-dreaded grin on the foot man’s visage. “Your mother is a woman, dear,” answered Thwaite, as if that meant j something unusual, “and it will take a long time for her to come round as my father has done.” “But you are as unrelenting as you can be,” suggested Tiff. Huff would like to have said that as a young husband he could not be other wise than he was, but as he felt that this might be too brilliant a revelation for Tiff he remained silent. In the evening they were sitting, as , was customary, in the cheerful blue- ; tinted room, Huff feeling very cosy and alool from the world and annoying | relatives, and remembering his day’s ; occupation in the rival insurance office as if it were a dream. The door was opened hastily and a fig ure preseuted itself which dashed their united calm to atoms. It was Esther, pale and trembling, her ashen face emphasized by a black veil around it, and over her colored dress a heavy, black shawl. Thwaite hurried to her, and took her ungloved hand in his. “My sister, what has happened to you?” “Let me sit down, or I shall faint,” whispered Esther, dropping her head against his arm. Thwaite led her to an easy chair, and helped her down upon its soft cushions. Tiff was alert in opening the window, and then running to Esther’s side, find ing her, however, a little less faint, her eyes looking rapidly from one to the other as the two sympathetic young peo ple bent toward her. “Lear sister” sobbed Tiff, “nas something terrible happened?” “My father,” said the wh’te faced girl, in low tones, shutting her eyes. “Father! father 1” cried Thwaite, deeply agitated, and clutching his sis ter’s hands in a firmer grasp. “What news of him.” “Dead 1” The young couple sank on either side of Esther, crushed and horrified. With out opening her eyes, Es'.her spoke on: “When 1 told how you received the loving message, brother Will, in one moment” Thwaite’s distress was agonizing. Es ther stopped speaking, opened her eyes and leaned forward eagerly. “Was it right to be so harsh and un yielding to your own father, Will:” Her brother had withdrawn to the other side of the room, his face buried iu his arms against the wall. “Oh, have we no hope?” Tiff sobbed. “Why, yes, there is hope in this case,” Miss Thwaite said, in a different tone. Will turned, his face covered with tears. “You said it, brother, aud you can undo it. Dead to you!” Esther had played a dangerous game, but she was a determined girl and felt equal to the emergency. Her strong presence and sound good cheer buoyed up the two victims of her scheme, and enabled Thwaite to mover from the shock he had undergone. She d;cw a letter from her pocket which had been written by Will’s elder brother in Chicago to his father, upon hearing of the runaway match. lie praised Will up to the skies, and declared that any girl he chose must be a price less jewel, whether she possessed any or not, and he begged his father to do the handsome thing by them both. “And so,” concluded Esther, “papa wants to give you a magnificent recep tion.” She had her black dra peiy and dusted*he powder f.om her cheeks with a flourish of her scented handkerchief, axd now ran to the par lor and called “John!” in a business -1 like way. In another instant a walking hill of flowers emerged from the shadows of the entry, and John, in dark green cloth and silver buttons, set two hugd baskets of flowers upon the carpet. “ Fapasent them to you, Bessie, with his love,” said Esther, “And I shall soon be here again, shall I not?” “Oh, do!” answered Tiff, hiding her face on Huff’s shoulder, with a twining of arms. “Give our love to the governor,” roared Huff, fl ushed, g ; inning, jubilant. Esther laughed merrily, caught tip her black drapery, and ran down stairs, followed by John with a coutortio* about his lips.— Harper's Weekly. Where Do Tiles Ho in Winter? Borne one lias asked, “Where do flies go in winter ?” This is a question ol some interest, for a house fly is born fully grown and of mature size, and there are no little i ies of the same species, the small ones occasionally observed being different iu kind from the larger ones. The house fly does not bite or p'erce the skin, but gathers its food by a comb oi rake or brush like tongue, wkh which it is able to scrape the varnish from covers of books, and thus it tickles the skin of a person upon whom it alights tc feed upon the perspiration. A fly is a scavenger, and is a vehicle by which con tagious diseases are spread. It poisons wounds and may carry deadly virus from decaying organic matter into food. H retires from the sight at the beginning of the winter, but where it goes few per sons know. If a search of the house be made t’nev will be found in great num bers secreted in warm places in the roof or between the partitions or floors, bast winter we bad occasion to examine a roof, and found around the chimney myriads of tiies hibernating comfortably and sufficiently lively to fly when dis turbed “in overpowering clouds.” No doubt this is a favorite winter resort for these creatures. —Boston Globe. A Mountain ttinks. There is a town in Caderevta district, Queretaro, -Mexico, called Tetillas. Near this town is a mountain called Cerro Grande. Between and 4 o'clock iu the afternoon, a third part of the mountain recently sank, leaving only two inches of the ere t above the earth where the foot of it used to be. The part sunk has a circumference of 450 feet. Its length is about 114 feet and its width 00 feet. At the base of the mountain there existed twr springs, one <•’ good drinking water and the other of salt water. Both have disappeared, i The mountain was previously shattered 1 by an electric discharge. BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCH! S FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. The Playful Damsel-Adding In sult to Injury—A Misunder standing; Both About the Same tjlze, Etc. Jj V* ■ “W here are you going,my pretty maid?” “To buy a cottin, sir,” she said. “May I go with you, my pretty maid!” “Yes, it you’ll help me, sir,” she said. “Help you at what, my pretty maid? Tell me about it; don’t be afraid?” “It’s only a joke,” she softly said; “Tm going a-berry ing, sir!" He fled. Nero O'Flynn, in Life. Adding Insult to Injury. Scene at the Barracks.—Pitou, on re turning from battalion drill, stroils along the corridors shouting with might and main, “Left wheel, forward, ma-a-rch!” Adjutant Friston (opening the door) —Four days’ guardroom to Private Pi tou for imitating the captain’s voice by bawling like a donkey. —La Patriote illustre. A Misunderstanding. Minister (who has just driven his horse to a wedding in the country): “Can I hitch out here?” Prospective Bridegroom: “Wall no. Guess Sal and the folks’d rather have the hitchin’ done in the house. Time. Both About the Same Size. Mother—“Oh, doctor! I’m so glad you have come. We have just had such a scare. We thought at first that Johnny had swallowed a gold livc-dollar piece.” Doctor—“ And you found out that he didn’t?” Mother—“ Yes; it was simply a nickel.” — Judge. Strangers Inside the Gates. “Ah, it fills my heart with joy,” said a country minister,as the L.st note of the organ died away, “to see so many strangers among us on this beautiful Sabbath morning. The good book says: ‘He was a stranger and I took him in.’ The collection will now be taken up.— Life. No Evens - l’or Him. Leader of Lynching Party—“ Now, young man, make a lull confession, or up you go.” Prisoner—“l was fooling with a gua. I pointed it at my brother, and ” “You didn’t know it was loaded?” “No.” “Men, pull on the rope and let him swing. ” —Nibraska Journal. A Difficult Diagnosis. * Old Family Physician—“ What seems to be the matter with your little dog, Mrs. De Luffingweli?” Airs. De Luffingweli—“l think the poor little fellow is having some trouble with his throat; his bark is very hoarse. If you would kindly get down on all fours, my dear Dr. Cureslow, I am quite sure be would bark for you. —New York, Sun. Timely Warning. Mr 3. Dugan—“Jamesey !” Mr. Dugan (drowsily, —“Yis.” Mrs. Dugan—“Ye must git up if ye want ter ketch the 2 o’clo ic train. Sure, ye tould me ter wake ye at wan. ” Mr. Dugan —“An’ is it .wan o’clock now?” Mrs. Dugan —“It is that. I heard it sthrike wau free toimes jist now.”— Times. She Was No Pretender. She had refused hum absolutely and thrown him overboard, but he persisted. “You are my queen,” he pleaded, “have mercy on your poor suffering sub ject. Won’t you love me.” “No, I won’t,” she asserted emphati cally, “I mean juat what I say, too. I’m no pretender to the thrown.” After that he arose and ate a bale of hay and died happily. — Washington Critic. The Old Man’s 3listake. Mrs. Hendricks was entertaining some ladies at a select little live o’clock tea, and Hobby, who had been exceptionally well behaved, was in high feather. “Ma,” he said politely, as refreshments were being served, “may I have some tongue, please?” “There isn’t any tongue, Bobby.” “That’s funny, ’ commented Bobby, “I heard pa say there would be lots of it ."—Philip 11. Welch. A Limit to Bravery. Office-boy (to editor) “Dere’s a two hundred-au’-lifty-pouu’ gent outside, sir, wid red spots on his eyes, wot wants ter see de editor.” Editor —“I’m no coward, James; show him right in.” Office-boy—“He says he wan’s ter kerlect a bill.” Editor (aghast) —“Great heavens, Janies, tell him I’ve gone to the poor house to visit my dear old father 1” — Life. Out ofthe P’rvin;; Pan. A New York man visited the family of a relative iu the country, where he was not a welcome guest by any manner of means. After the visitor had spent a couple of weeks, his much disgusted host said one morning at the breakfast 'table: “Dear cousm, don’t you think your family will miss you painfully? You ought not leave them alone so much.” “hy Jove, that’s so,” exclaimed the New Yorker: “I’ll telegraph them to come light on here.” — Siftings. Why He Gave It Up. Long Haired Passenger (to Stranger) “My, friend, .are you a commercial traveler?” Stranger—“Y"es, sir, and I’m making lots of money.” Long Haired Passenger—“Ah, my young friend, there is something to live for in this world besides mere money, which moth and rust corrupt, and which thieves break through aud steal. I was a commercial man myself once.” Stranger —“Didn’t you like the busi ness ?” Long Haired Pas enger—“Yes. but there wasn't auy money in it.”— Epoch. A Matter of Pronunciation. “Miss Ilowjames, shall we go to the concert this evening? The programm« consists of selections from Wagner.” “From whom, Mr. Cahokia?” “From Wagner.” “I have never heard of him.” “Great jewsharps! Never heard *>f Wagner, the groat German composer?” “Oh, you mean Vogner. I beg par don, Mr. Cafrokia,” said the Boston young lady, composedly. “I did not know you were speaking of Yogner. I shall be pleased to attend the concert.” And the young mau from St. J.onis presently went out and took a great big chew of tobacco. Chicago Tribune. Cross-E vam i ued. Cases in court very often serve a 3 the “times which try men’s souls.” A per son who can tell a straight ar.d even eloquent story, when he is given respect ful attention, is apt to stumble, and even fall, under the fire of legal examination. “Well, Maria, how did you come out yesterday?” asked a country matron of a crony who had acted as a witness in an important case. “I guess, if the truth was told, I came out at the little end of the horn,” said Maria, frankty. “They mixed me all up so’t I couldn’t tell whether I wa3 afoot or on horseback.” “Couldn’t you tell a plain story?” “I thought I could, but they took ter rible pa-ns to confuse me. Why, the up shot of it was, I even said I was mar ried in ’JO, and born in ’53!” “Now how came you to do such a thing as that, Alarm? I al’ays thought you was real clear-headed.” “I tell yon what ’tis, it don’t do no good to be clear-headed when there’s somebody, bright as a dollar, tryin’ to make you think black’s white and b.ue’s green.” “Did they cross-examine you?” “C/v-s-examine me? I guess they did. ! They ’most snapped my head off.”— J YoutlC's Companion. A Bloodthirsty Audience. Warde, the actor, tells a good story. It is, 1 suppose, a chestnut. I never heard a theatrical story that, was not. What proves it to be an old one is that Warde names the place it occurred in. He was playing Virginius in sum small piece. You will remember that Appius Claudius’s client, who does the dirty work, comes on in the last a t, has a few words with Appius Claudius in prison and then goes off. That is the la3t that is seen of h in in the play., When the curtain fell on this perform ance of “Virg : nius” in this sma 1 place Warde retired to his dressing room an proceeded to become the Frederick Warde of ever-day life. The manager came in. “Mr. Warde, the audience has not gone.” *‘ Well, I can’t help that. The play is done. There isn’t any more of it in the book.” “But they don’t go.” “Turn down the lootliglits.” “No use. They won’t stir. Won’t you go and speak to them?” “What! Go and tell them the play's over? Egad—l will. That Will be a funny experience. * Warde stepped in front of the curtain; there the audience sat quite still. “Ladies and gentlemen: The play is over. Virginia is dead; Dentatus is dead; I am dead; Appius Claudius is dead.” Just then a voice sang out from the gallery: “What d;d you do with that other sun of a gun?” —Sin Francisco Chronicle. Death #f a Fortune-Telling Bird. The p issengers were crowding up the main steamboat landing in itockav.ay, says the New i otk Telegram, when a block occurred in the middle of the street. Everybody crushed against every body else, while those in the centre pushed back again and cried, “Let the little chap have some air!” “Gh, he’s dead!” “Poor little thing!” were among the other expressions floating around A passing T leg ram reporter elbowed h r s way through the jam to learn the cause of the excitement. An Italian pedler with a cage was wiping his eyes with a two-year-old bandanna. He had ceased imploring of the passing public to have its fortune told, and a disconsolate half-do.-en of little green and ted love birds were look ing ali broke up about something or other. Pressing in further one could see that one of the eight little birds whose duty it was to extract slips of paper with for tunes printed on them at the rate of a nickel a piece- -was dead. He was very dead, and lay down in front of the cage with his little eyes shut and his little toes pointing away up at heaven. Beside the inanimate corp-e stood the amazed but mourning widow. She would peck at her dead mate’s body every now and then, and anon she would rub her cheek against his and try to coo him into wak ing again. But he was dead —very dead. The other birds seemed too upset fo work, and the Italian proprietor seemed the most put out of them all. After a while he tried to resume business. “YValka upa. Hava fortuna tolda by ze birds? Waikaupa!” The corpse of the detd bird lay in front of the row of papor fortunes. Tho mourning mate was endeavoring to kiss it into life, and the other birds were kissing each other aud refused to disturb her. Once or twice he attempted to make them move, but they wouldn’t. So, wrapping the corpse in the dirty ban danna aforementioned, the exile swung the cage on his shoulder aud went off into the regions of the unknown. Is Deafness Hereditary! The State Convention of deaf mutes assembled in the City Hall at Rochester, N. Y. The President in the course of his address said, concerning the lon i gevity of deaf mutes, that the average, j according to present computation, is I sixty-seven years. The oldest deaf mute !in the State is Miss Mary Tabor, of | Scipio, Cayuga county, aged ninety - ] three. The statistical information of j the association is against the theories of l)r. Alexander Graham Bell concerning | the hereditary tenden vof deafness. In s all but one of these institutions in the State there were in twenty years 2393 ad missions to the deaf mute schools, and of these eighteen were children of deaf mutes —almost three-quarters of one per 1 cent. The President said not one of tho schools of the State was supported as it should be. The State paid a yearly amount per capita of $250, which was not sufficient.— New York Star. THE PEOPLE’S PARTY. PROTECTIVE, progressive, ~ j pmmmm. OUR PLATFORM: We Pledge OurselYes in Favor of PROTJ3GTION OF OUR CUSTOMERS From Overcharge and Misrepresentations. 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