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• A 1 • a THE SALVATION ARMY • W IT IS BEING MANAGED THE BOOTH FAMILY. rounded Upon l'orrept Itriuriples C Temporal as Weil as spiritual Welfary, it Has Defied SpolTers I,, Ei,ery Land - Its °Myers. Special Letter. NDER THE splendid manage- ment of Command- er and Mrs. itoot.4 the Army in the United States has not only carried its own burdens and wiped out a heavy indebtednees, but has also gener- ously helped other countries. The commander states that he and Mrs. Booth \Have not received a five dollar hill from England.\ At once upon coming here they fought to put the work upon a self-supporting basis. The people of this country have opened hearts and pocketbooks. \Dur- ing the commander's term,\ says the War Cry, \The United States has sent to India, $4,100; France, $10,687; the Social Scheme, $16,646; to Interna- tional Headquarters for Self -Denial, $37,540; loaned to Canada, $7,000; for trade, $37,604; by grant, $ 100- a makin g $113,477 furnished by the National Headquarters to meet Army needs out- side this country, besides bearing its own financial burdens.\ The stones dug from the mines of every state and framed in the Memorial building in West Fourteenth street illustrate the unity of the Army throughout the country. In the 2,000 efficient com- manding officers they have in the Unit- ed States the leaders here who are now preparing to relinquish their command, feel that they have a strongly organized oower in America. The approaching departure of Com- mander and Mrs. Booth is in harmony with an almost international move of territorial commanders, who have re- ceived instructions from Gen. Booth in London to prepare for a change of appointment. It has not yet been made known to Commander and Mrs. Booth who their successors in this country will be. General Booth has eight children. Bramwell is the ()Idea. He is in Eng- land and is \right-hand man\ to the General. The second is Catherine Booth Clibborn, now in France, com- monly referred to as \the Marechale.\ Mrs. Commissioner Booth Tucker, who, ith her husband, was in command in India, but is now active in England, is the third child. Another daughter, BOOTH TUCKER. Marten, a Salvationist, who was in at- tive work, is now an invalid. Herbert, the son who has command of Canada, is a gifted composer of Salvation Army music, as well as an officer of aft- mirable ability. The Army is indebted to him for some of its best hymns. Eva Booth is now in charge of the Woman's Training Garrison in England. Lucy, who married Colonel Helhery, ft Swede. is now with her husband in command o f leafs. Balington Booth has alreada been longer in this country than es usual for a territorial commander to remain in one pi tee General Booth Ls in better health San was the case a short time since, lie is at the present time in India. All th members of the Booth family have marked rain re steristica and all are devoted to the interests of the Army. Mrs. Commissioner 13ooth-Tucker .and her husband, who have been notably identified with the work In India. adopt - eel the native costume and manner Of 11%11w and obtained a powerful hold upon the people, verifying the prophecy of (Thunder Sen. the \firahmo Samar leader, who salmi, \When Christ steps ml' of trousers and shoes, India will eccept Him.\ Even the childhood of Emma Booth was brimful of striking Incidents that are enthusiastically recalled by her ad- miring brothers and sisters In the an- nals of the nursery of the Booth family. Timid and shrinking to a fault, this senny tempered, unselfish Mimi was brave in Ineurring reproaf h for Its ohemlience or probabl personal injury from those she antagonised lp essaying from her governess on the street to rescue it poor donkey from a big boy . c brutal beating, and similar incidente involving danger could he multiplied The !Smith children were earnest flirts t inns, but their reli g io n nov , mnd , them stiff or unnatorrft Emma earl) hi ramp a ailerefulf wit/ kef amo ng children. anti those who needed it werim RCA Jibbed and brush sit before at to the school room and the child saved her pocket money \for the very most forlorn children \ As the children grew she laid the foundation for her great power in \lecturing cadets,\ and rsiding \women evangelists of t he ni-sm ci .\ the nocivus of the women °Meer. of he present army. While still young years, she became a \mother\ to the yousig women she trained and sent out to do salvation lassie's work. The in 'eat halls in England were often toa small to hold the thousands that came to listen to the talks of this \lat- ter (lay saint amyl prophetess,\ as she was called. It was not long before 3,000 trained women were sent out to rescue, train and inspire others, from the Gore Rcad Training Home. A cadet was found to be unfit for service in the field arid was therefore offered a position in the Training Home without wages. The girl wept, exclaiming, \I don't care about the money, but May I still call you mother?\ a privilege which was gladly granted by Emma Booth and re- ceived with delight. It is said that the mere actual work Miss Booth did in the home aside from outside labor was \something terrible.\ The establishment of the Horns Nur- sery was one branch of her work. Em- ma Booth became one of the most skill- ful members of the General's staff and a valued helper in the Cabinet. This MRS. BOOTH TUCKER. was one of the considerations that led he General to give her to India. Commissioner Booth Tucker was torn in India. Dr. Latour Tucker was al officer of the Indian Civil Service aid, a judge in the courts, India claims him as one of her sons, his family hay - in,; been for generations numbered among its most beloved and respected British rulers. On his mother's side he is of French Huguenot descent. His position as assistant commissioner in the Civil Service made his humility in that land of caste when he resigned to join the Salvation Army and brought himself down to poverty and on equal terms with the poor natives so r srnark- able that they followed him like sheep. He taught crowds of them in villages by day, and by night he held large moonlight meetings under the trees. At times when he broke away from them, going out with his comrades for two days' fasting and prayer in the jungles, the people would break up in parties and search for him carrying him food. When the Army got into legal troubles one members of it were arrested, Com- missioner Tucker was allowed to plead the Army's cause in the courts, and his thorough knowledge of Indian law made him a powerful victor. Wealthy Parsees and others, through adhering to their own religion, became power- ful financial supporters of the Army, for they saw it was making a reforma- tion in the people, and as natives and lovers of India they desired to help. Commissioner Tucker had been sent to England in his young days to b. educated. After his return to the land of his birth, and while engaged in his duties as government officer—his pas- time being tffat of a hunter, In which he :as skillful—a number of the War try came in his way. Reading this Salvation Army publication so inter- ested him that it led to his thorough identification with the Army, his mar- riage to Emma Booth and his recogni- tion in India as a great religious leader. The failure of Mrs. Commissioner Tucker's health In i!ic trying climate of India led to her re ill to England. Com- nill-sioner Booth Turker is now General (The Retiring American Commander.) Booth's foreign , ecret in :Ind, with his BALLINGTON BOOTH. cs If..., has charge of foreign affair% rip is highly talented and speaks nany languages. At the National headmierters, Ia Wert Fourteenth street, Brigadier R. Evans. C. 0. 0., Is to he found at dilfami gimlet headquarters. Of English birth, I in , Brigadier has been so long with us that It Is gratify log to think of him as a fixture here with Adjutant Damirewhe like the brigadier. came Into the Arm' nem the ranks of the Baptist church. and Staff Captain Ponham, who was an Episcopalian of Canada Also En- ..igti Marsh, who was levo in England rityj came from thy Epitio opal ehlIrCh li.to the Army, and has been here four yenta According to the Journal of Pi tit hro- pologr. there are 2,7fin languages and !Hale/ Is knows, RIVAL SHOT THE GIRL. KENTCCKIANS FIRE, DEAD MAN KII LING HJS SWEETHeatt Strange True Story Tersely Told flue Cabo Where the Bad Stan Was Not Yuulsheif and Lised to Marry An - Abler Woman. WASHINGTON Star writer was one of a group in a hotel lobby the other evening, and a New York drum- mer had just fln- 'shed a story on the old lines of vir- tue triumphing and the villian of the plot getting his just dues this side of the hot place, when a Kentucky republican, in Washington,' merely to announce that he was from a republican state, took the floor. \That sort of thing,\ he said, \is well enough in books and on the stage, and I am willing to agree that it happens in actual iife, but not always. Let me cite an instance to the contrary.\ There being no objection to the cita- tion, the Kentuckian, after casting his eyes over the company, proceeded: \Years ago in a southern town,\ he said, \there lived' a pretty girl, with a lot of money, a eembination no man can deny the power of, and she had sweethearts galore, but two of her de- votees—one quite a reputablevnan and the other quite as disreputabln and af- ter her more for her money than her- self—led all the rest, and both of them * were nervy men and quick on the trig- ger. Any sensible person would have thought the girl would have decided very easily as between the good and the bad, but every one knows women don't do that way in matters of the heart. \I will say for her, though that her preferences were for the decent man and he stood the best chance of win- ning among all of the contestants. His disreputable rival, however, received more or less encouragement and he was making a hot fight—so hot, in fact, that on one or two occasions the men had come to blows, and once, at least, pis- tols had been drawn. The girl was fool- ish, as other women have been under like circumstances, and rather enjoyed the position she occupied and felt flat- tered by the dangerous rivalry for her hand and heart. \One day, though, it culminated tragically, and the girl didn't regret it, that anybody ever heard her mention. It was in the afternoon of a pleasant day, and the two rivals met unexpect- edly, just across the street from het . house, and each on his way to call on her. The girl lived on a corner and they were approaching from different streets and almost butted into each other at the crossing. That was hardly the place to have it out, but they were hot- blooded and young and on the instant two men jumped back from each other a few feet, two pistols flew from two hip pockets, two sharp reports rang out upon the air, and one man fell to the sidewalk, dead. And it wasn't the bad man, either. a \On the contrary, it was the reputa- ble one, and there was a bullet hole straight through his forehead. The bad man's shot had preceded the other Just enough, and the decent man's pis- tol went off as he threw up his hands. Five minutes later the whole street was in an uproar and the bad man was in custody. The other man was carried nver to the girl's house, for it was not known then that he was dead, and a physician was called. Half an hour later the dead body was removed to an undertaker's and that part of the trage- dy was over. During all the excitement the girl had not made her appearance. and as soon as the air quieted a little a search was made for her, because it was known that she had been in the houae shortly before the shooting. \Her mother went directly to her room and when she opened the door she saw her daughter silting at the window, or, rather, leaning apnb flower shelf on the window sill, an , first thought was that the girl had m the shcoting and had fainted. She mtv to her and lifted her up, and as she did so she found her face bloody and t'ae girl's body almost stiff. She ran, screaming, out and when the doctor came he found a (lead girl, with a bul- let hole in her head. Further examina- tion showed a hole in the glass of the window and the whole story was told. \The girl had been sitting there and had no doubt seen the meeting of the two men, and the bullet from the killed man's pistol had reached her there and ended her life at the same time the life of the man she would have married went out. Of coorse It was self-defense in the case of the man who escaped his rival's bullet, anti it was the rival's bul- let which killed the girl, and the rival was beyond any earthly Jurisdiction . . The affair ended there, with nothing good in triumph, except a public senti- ment which compelled the killer to stay away from the town for five or six years. - \Didn't he ever meet a violent den& or something like that?\ inquired the driimmer, thirsting for some trace of the usual In the tale \No.\ replied the Kentecklan. \not even that. his ine le died and left him a fine farm and he found a very nice girl who as willing to marry him.\ The drummer aighed and didn't offer to cap the Eentmicklanet story with a better ore Makin' me.. la Hassle: . A Russian engineering and intorno- tive coninfin% largely financed bY French capitalists. is tieing founded In harkov nnd will start with rt big goy ernment order for engines ft th* Si terian rallrond A TURKISH FIRE BRIGADE. its Eitingoliblag Apparatus le Gener ly of but Little A$•Ill. A trkish fire engine consists simply of t baud pump, supported on two longs pabes ate carried on the shoulders col four of the firemen, says a writer in ('antler's Magazine. The latter make a great show of haste. They run et a brisk trot and keep shouting and yell- ing all the way, pushing rudely aside all wayfarers who are unlucky enough to get in their line of march. But in truth Turks are seldom in a hurry. It may be that their speed on setting out is stimulated more by the expectation of being able to levy \backstieesh\ if they are early on the scene than by any ardent desire to quench fire. The cloth- ing they wear is white and their lower limbs and feet are bare, consequently, their progress is noiseless but for tee yells they emit as they push along. There is a high tower in Stamboul and another on the other side of the Golden Horn at Galata, both of which display flags on the alarm of fire. The flags are supposed to indicate the local- ity of the fire, but as several localities are sometimes enlivened by fires about the same time these indications cannot always be very explicit. If fires break out alluring the night the bekjies (night watchmen) take up the cry and bawl out with discordant intonation why! , the fire is supposed to be. When that formidable company of firemen with the handpump arrives an the scene of conflagration the bachi first of all calls at the contiguous houses, as yet untouched by fire, and tudeavors to extort backsb4esh for the exertions his men are about to make to save Prop - erty. And woe betide those who admit these rascals. For the furniture is dragged out into the street and if the household goods are not plundered there they are probably destroyed be- yond recovery. The writer has been told that householders generally pre- fer to bolt their iron doors and shut their iron shutters rather than give ac- cess to those plundering ruffians. Their extinguishing apparatus is generally of little avail. DIDN'T WANT A FREAK. The Little Girl Brew the Line at a Three -Headed Christmas Doll. It was in the toy department of a big 23d street shop and the salesgirl had brought' forth a great array of dolts of all sorts and kinds and among them the very latest in dolldom, the doll which had three adjustable heads. The little girl beheld them all with growing interest, says the New York Herald. \Indestructible did you say?\ asked the little girl's mother. \Yes ma'am,\ said the sales.glrl: \and when one head gets looking old and battered you can take it off and put on one of the other two. They last just three times as long as a regular doll.\ \Are you satisfied with this?\ asked the little girl's mother, bending over her. \It is much prettier. I think, than any of the others,\ The little girl shook her head decidedly and screwed her little face into a bowknot of tearful sug- gestion. \What's the matter?\ asked hes mother in astonishment. \It's a freak!\ said the little girl tearfuily. \How would you like it if I'd been a freak with three heads and you didn't know *which was me and which was the other ones? I don't want a freakr' And she finally triumphed in a sin- gle -headed French doll with eyes that could open and shot and a squeak like a live, normal baby. Shopkeeper's hi g eriloiyi Desire. An ingenious device for attracting custom was that of a shopkeeper in a nearby town. Instead of ordinary plate glass a large number of rough magnify- ing glasses formed the window. Seen through one of these panes an orange looked as large as a pumpkin and cher- ries as large as apples. A great dised- vsntage attaching to this novelty was the fact that at the distance of a few yards from the window It was quite Im- possible to see into the shop. Every- body knows that you mug hold a mag- nifying -glass very close to the eyes to anything through it. Nevertheless. Jul some time, at all events, the enter- prising shopkeeper did a splendid trade.—Exchange. Provided for ContIngerieleli. A couple in 1th It timid, Ky., on mar- riage bent went hunting for a justice of the peace the other day. The justice is also an auctioneer, and not finding him at his office the couple went to his auction rooms. They roan/ him auc- tioning a lot of cradles from a bank- rupt sale. He was notified of the pres- ence of the couple and their errand. He stopped the auction and married them on the spot. Then, to reciprocate his kindness probably, the newly wed- e,e(1 pair bought one of the finest cra- dles in the stock. And the crowd of customers cheered. flutter In Il•nrnarkr, I n De n m a rk the government inspec- tnrs of butter exercise great pains to keep Danish butter free from too much water, anti iv calls for samples at ran- dom at thP ft i noise there Is no way to circiimvent this Inspection As a re- sult Danish b»Itcr is nob) in the Eng- lish Market stiI 'Iv lip to market re- quirements. sad Icmish producers have grown to be 0,, eedingly exact in the percentage of eater allowed to remain in' the butter they ship *ironing imepssimp. It aerrns to he R striking compliment to fel vent elognenre. or FIIMP of her l 'ora millar poser of persuasion. that ,mmong the cometsliitir ovule by a rPVt- i' Mgt at Tekoy,ah Mien , ri '\oily two deaf awl Ii, ittlimb-sons a Mall tad his wife. INTO THE UNKNOWN. The gorgon Mystery at her gate Si. gloomily, freezing into atone 'rime timid souls, the slaves 01 fate, Who deem the dark hides wrong alene. Fair gimardiatm of th unfolding gooir Ta m a li e s heynnil tin narrow ken, Tier tea ti,e , wen, thi• I /tried mood And fastmoirm oh the 'on- of men. To doubt and tlrewl 11,r t re , SrS A thousand seroviii , 1,i The honors of a iiittyuic Glare through iier vcit's Ma, k tounder- cloud. To fearless faith 'lie gives a key Unlocking all her secret stores; No Maid lois sweeter sloths, than she, No friend more hospitable doors. And when she lifts her flowing veil To them who seek her love amid truth, Those matchless charms no years assail Untold ill everlasting yonth. Who tear l to challenge the Unknown, And c - ers before th' involvingGloom , Goes Gloo, Goes dark ine from her starry zone To meet an ignominious doom. —George S. Burleigh in New England Mag- azine. .TIIEIR FIRST QUARREL HE fire burned brighly in the grate, and seemed inviting them to a confiden- tial chat, yet neither would break silence. The young worn_ aim's lips were com- pressed as if under some painful strain, otherwise she ap- peared thoroughly indiff e - ent to her surroundings, reclining in a large easy chair and nervously beating time with her foot. The young man was hold- ing a newspaper in his hands, ap- parently much interested in its con- tents. The fact is, he was indeed ab- sorbed, reviewing in his mind for the twentieth time every detail which had led to this misunderstanding. A rainstorm, such as often seen in southern France, even during the winter, had suddenly come upon them. They were near a church; she entered, he waited on the porch; and calmly watched the rain pouring down. Gradually his attention turned to an old lady who also had taken refuge under the conven- ient roof of the church vestibule, but who, unlike him, seemed much agi- tated. She walked, up and down, looking this way and that way: \Not a cab in sight—what shall I do? How annoying! I shall miss the meet- ing,\ etc. Her impatience amused him; he watched her as elle grew more and more nervous: \Impossible to wait any longer,\ she muttered, then drawing near him: \Ii only I had an umbrella—\ \Allow me, madame, to offer you this.\ She held out her hanas and gave him one of those sweet smiles shred old ladies halve. \But you, monsieur, how will you manage?\ \Oh I am in no hurry. My wife is inside. She has an umbrella, it will do for both.\ \Thank you monsieuer. I must hasten. Where shall I send it back?\ He took out a card and hastily scrawled \Hotel de France\ under his name and handed it to her. The old dame hurried away and he then noticed that she was very old, very ugly an 1 a hunchback. \I hope she will return my umbrel- la,\ he thought, almost regretting his good action. How amused lie had been watching Jenme- selecting this famous umbreiln, her first gift to him. It had to be Isuz,•, hot not heavy; peen, becanse it e is a good color for the eyes; the hand le must be long and the silk fold up very slim, so it could serve as walking stick when closed. So many qualities required of one article gave the dealer an opportunity to charge three times ite value, and it was this cherishea, precious object that he had unceremoniously. handed to a stranger! It wns indeed, very thoughtless, and how would it end? Jeanne had come out of church. \The rain is nearly over, Jacques; let us start.\ \Wait; this mist is as bail as the rain.\ But she was tired and wanted to ect at once. \That is nothing! Come, open your umbrella.\ \I haven't it; just lent it to a lady in distress.\ \What! To a lady? The umbrella I gave you?\ \Yes to an old lady who was here a moment ago. She seemed so dim - appointed at missing something or other.\ \An old lady! The adjective is well chosen. You must indeed have known her a long time to give her your umbrella. Well, I am going.\ That was all. Ile remembered having then offered his arm, which she declined simply by putting one hand in her muff and protecting her- self from the rain wit Ii her umbrella in the other, marched off without snot er word, leaving him to follow as pleased. Fortunately they had soon reecheil their ho*el. She had leisure, ly thrown off her cloak, hat Red gloves, and with the fatigued, dejected mien women often /mistime, had sunk into ri n easy chair and contine.iil pout itie in silence. For the last half' hourshe had not even deigned to look at him. He, after poking the tire end exam- ining ninon ely each piece or brie a brae on time mantelpiece, Itrel finally taken up a paper to givp himself a countenance. Ile felt ridicillous and woohl have sp,,koo to her, but could t 'link of nothini: appropriate to say. This was the firat 14./1,101.4 scene heliad wit nesq4441 titlel mo• of its YtTPOS was tel pniumi i, /m , los t ()mole. Tine nervons bent mo id her foot WWI umiusi tfintal- irlti'' It uimuli onlY mit op it he might nnd set imi,tg t fI soy in her , ille temitmm,i nod limier raged Wit bout opitosition. lie lout given :his umbrella to a womfini Had p..oh- ably known her it long time—loved her, perhapti—how t hey must have en- joyed themselves laughing at her sim- plicity whibe she patiently waited in the church! But they never would have anot her opportitimity to ridicule her. lier confidence was destroyed. Only eight daya of happiness &nil then this! How bitter and wretched is. life! Jacques was slyly, looking at her. She was very pretty, this unreason• childish wife, but the deep hie , be. tween her brows rather awed elm. Where was time angel of sweetness every one praised so? There, before him, angered by her own einspicions, foolishly jealous. Whet a life te Was to lead henceforward! In spite of it all he could not help smiling as lie looked at her. She had won him with her pretty face and Ms heart asked nothing better than to love her. A thousand recollection's crowded his brain, from that first ceremonious interview when Jeanine had been presented to him, hardly realizing he was her betrothed, to the day when he had tenderly kissed bier and she had given a feeble, frightened' cry. What a host of sweet rerninis- cences! But this could not go on; he must 'Je speak. 'nne, dear,\ he began, trying his best to give his voice a tender ring, \are you angry?\ \Angry? Not in the least!\ as she raised two large eyes whose cold ex• pression almost froze his intention. \Please make room,\ she continued, with a shudder; \you keep the fire front me; I am cold.\ Jacques did not Move, though sore ly tempted to gime up fire and room to her sole -use, so , , perplexed was he by this last remark. But her foot was still now —that gave him cour- age. \Jeanne listen, I pray you. Do not look so cross; it hurts. me. You know I adore you—I--\ \You adore too niany, my dear, and areadorned.as well, as it would seem—not by me, however,\ straight- ening herself in her chair, and looking sterner still. He quietly approached and took her hand in his. \Of what do I accuse you? I will tell you. But don't think it matters to me now what you do. That wom- an to whom you gave the umbrella you had known a longtime—very like- ly you came here only that you might meet her. Why did you not ina.rry her if yo ta loved lien? Why did you take me away from my own and make me so miserable? I never will forgive you!\ She burst into tears. Jacques was greatly affected at siglit of ner grief, which, though without real eauee. none the less had brought her genuine suffering. \Jeanne my little one be quiet. You know I love you above all in this world. If you had allowed nie to ex- plain, this cloud would not have come between us.\ \A cloud—you call it a cloud?\ \Yes nothing else, as I'll soon prove. I was waiting for the rain to stop, when—\ \Useless to invent any more. I will not believeone word &your story about an old woman! Do you sup- pose I believe you tvould have gi yen her your umbrella if she had bsen old and plain?\ - But she is a hunchback, my dear. a hunchback!\ he cried, in a burst of frankness almost comical to behold. And in his heart lie cursed the old lady, the umbrella., his own untimely kindness and everything which had happened that afternoon to lead to this scene. How was lie to convince her of his innocence unlees the unlucky umbrella was returned with some ex- planatory note? \Hunchback? A hunchback—really —why don't you add blind and make it complete?' A discreet tap at the door inter- rupted.. Jacques hastily opened. \Madame la marquise de Boirais sends this letter and parcel. There is an answer. The valet is waitine.\ The innocent cause of all this an- noyance was presented, neatly wrapped up in a large silk silk handkerchief, end a letter from Llie marque read: \Accept the thanks I owe you, Mon- sieur le Baron, for the kind service you rendered me this afternoon. But for that I would have missed the reunion of our Societede Bienfaisance, of which I have the honor to be presi- dent. I would like to thank you per- sonally. but I am too old to go out at this hour. Will you and Mme. like the amiable couple I know you to be, come to dine with me this evening? I wish to congratulate your wife upon haying married a true type of galanter- icfra.ncaiee. \MARQUISE DONAiltERIE DE 801 RATS.\ Jarkques had read the note aloud, while giving himself the pleamire of mi few sidelong glenceii at his blushini.! wife, who would not raise her eyes, even when he a.ddressed her: \For your punishment,\ he said, with an amused smile, \ yen will write our acceptance.\ Jeanne mut' creel some apology in a very low voice; he picked her up bodily from her' chair, and excuse -4 and forgivness were blended in one long, loving kiss. Her Plctiare 'Chin rlotte, my dear, how is it find vim weeping? Ha vs you Awl bad news from your hush uld -ilk! worse `than t ' Art burr writes me from the con n: re that he would (lie with grief at 1.f.mo. , abseilt from me, were it not that he gaze* at roy pe t Ime and covers it with thommeand kisses every liar - That is very nice of him, hot teirely you are not et ying obout t hat' Movt. women wonhi gut,' anyt Mtnc to have such a poet mc nnd devoted \Oh yes' AI la VOIIN 1)0eIleni But. yon don't k WOW Jilet. lii try 111111 I pet mother's imito - o into his travel- ling Ime utu teed of my own. and the tvretrli has never found it out. Boo' hoolloo!\
