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.in NfM l.(. ! i mm iii. Dy JOHN R. MUSICK, Author ol ".Myterloui .Mr. Ilowird," "Tht Dirk Suftir ' "ChiHIe Alleuilila' f - - " CopjrlRbt. Itn, bj Itonimr lliiNait'i So.n. All rUbu reisrtctL CHAPTER III. (Continued.) .. Ho closed his eyes nnd in a few moments was unconscious. When he awoke lie tutiiul the strange hortiilt at Ills Hide bonding over him ami gazing eagerly Into his lace. He turned slowly away aud went hack to the lire. A moment later he brought him some meat ami kuIiI: "You had hetter eat; you are weak." This was quite a tone sentence for the hermit, and he paused after speak Ins to rest. Paul took the hrolled steak and ate sparingly. It was very Juicy and nutritious, and ho began Ui feel stronger In a few moments after he had finished. The hermit meanwhile had icsutned his seat on a large stone In front of the lite. There was now another expression on his face. It was an expression of sadness. The mote Paul studied the features of this strange tnnn the more mysterious they seemed. He lay for a long time looking at him and ask ing himself a thousand questions. Then he grow weary of gazing and thinking and cloned his eyes. Con sciousness had almost slipped away t when n movement In the cavern caused him to again open his eyes. The hermit was preparing to leave. He took up tlie mile lump. In which liurned some kind of oil, and went to the opposite side of the cavern. He set the Inmp on a Hat stone, and put ting his hand Into a soil of crevice In tm rocky wall pulled forth something. It was In a roll. He unrolled It and gazed at It Intently. From where he lay Paul saw that the object when unrolled was part of i a tanned hide of some sort of an nnl- nml. "I hope he will leave It," thought Paul. "If he does I 'will examine It. There Is writing on It. and it may con tain some clew to this Klondyke mys tery that so nearly drives me mad." All the movements of the hermit were slow and deliberate. He went cnrefully toward the entrance of the cavern. Long Paul lay on the couch listening for the slight tread of the maccaslned feet, but he came not back. "He has gone!" said Paul. He rose to a sitting position and gazed about the cavern. After n few moments he rose to his feet. With a wildly beating heart he began his tour of exploration. The oil lamp had been left burning on a square stone, and he picked It up and went along thu groat natural corridor for some distance until he came upon great chamber with lofty ceilings. He began to search for the crevico In the rock where ho had seen the man place tlio skin on which was the writing. Paul found the roll and drew it out. It proved to be a piece of walrus ' hide covered all over with strange pic tures anil hieroglyphics such as the Indian picture writers use. It was almost round, anil he could find no beginning nor end to It. The report of a gun near the mouth of the cavern caused him to thrust the walrus hide Into the crack and hasten Into the deeper recesses of the cav ern. CHAPTER IV. Meeting a Friend With Had News. It Is necessary at this point in our story to return to Clarence Berry's party, which we left on the top of tho Chllkoot Pass In a raglug storm. All through that terrlblu night Clarence Berry lay thinking of his young wife, whom he had packed away as com fortable ns possible In that terriblo height in the frigid zone. Day dawned bright and clear and ho arose early and called to his wife: "Ethel, Ethel, are you alive?" There came no answer until he had pulled away some of tho packages that formed nor apartmont; men no heard her volco answering: "I am all right. Clarence." "Thank God!" ejaculated the hus band. "I feared you had perished dur ing that terrible storm." Dick and "Hemstitch," the Esqui maux, were self-constituted cooks, and prepared a breakfast of a pot of boiled beans and a little coffee, which froze on tho slightest provocation. When breakfast was over two sleds were loaded with supplies, and with out dogs or any one to draw them, Htarted down the mountain. Two weeks wero consumed In reaching Lako Llnderman. Here they wore de tained another week, completing a boat with which thoy could make their way down tho river. One night, after a day of arduous toll, they camped at tho foot of a mountain protected from tho north wind by a steep precipice. Tho doga had been unharnessed, foil and lay Bleeping about tho sleds. The tired Indians, having Iwil supper, wore stretched beforo tho fire. Ethel, at tired In furs, sat on a sled which had been dr-'.fl up beforo tho blazing logs. Her prohusband declared sho look ed HUo iyt'.ngelle. Esquimaux queen. Dick rwntnod on tho skin of a music ox tolling a story In which thoro was blended Bowery slang nml western dialect. Suddenly one of tho dogs started up and gavo vent to a low growl, cutting tho story short. Tho guide gavo a sharp whlstlo and seized his rllle. Tho others at once laid their hands on their gnus aud stood on tho defenslvo. A few moments later a large object could bo seen in the distance slowly advancing toward them. Owing to the dim. uncertain light all at llrst wero of the opinion It was a bear, and one or two cocked their guns mid stepped out u short distance from the light to get a better shot at the animal. The guide suddenly called: "Hoi. i' U'a a man!" '"('on sl it Is," giowled a voice In the distance. "What did ye think It was a walrus?" A man clothed in furs, holding n rillo In his hand, came forward and advanced toward the lire. Ethel rose trembling with fright at the appearance of this strango appa rition, and clung to the arm of her husband. "Who Is he?" sho whispered. "Where did that terrible man come from?" Though the question was not In tended for the ears of this strnnge man, he heard them, and In a volco like tho deep tones of far-off thunder ho answered: "1 am from the Klondyke, where you seem to be going; a place where gold can bo raked up by the handful." "Who are you? What Is your name?" Horry asked, advancing toward the Klondyker and extending his hand toward him. "I am called Glum Ralston," he an swered. "What arc you doing here?" "Hunting for a friend." Hy this time Clarence Horry had clasped his hand and brought him near the camp fire, whore he bade him be'seated and tell his troubles. "I hain't much at spinning ynrns," tho ox-sallor answered. "My friend was robbed on the Klondyke a few mouths ago, an' at tho same time laid up for repairs " Ethel grasped her husband's hand and mentally ejaculated, "It was Paul." .She listened with the keenest In terest to the story of Glum Hnlston, and tears gathered In her eyes. Sho knew tho missing companion was none other than Paul Miller, whoso fato would perhaps never be known. "Oh, heaven, poor Laura! how shall we break this terriblo news to her, Clarence?" she sobbed. The young husband made no an swer, and Glum Hnlston. lighting his pipe, proceeded to smoke In silence. CHAPTER V. THE WALRUS HIDE. Paul Miller ran two or three hun dred paces Into the cavern until it grew so dark he had to grope his way and he came to a halt. From around a projecting stone he turned his gaze back to the chamber which was lighted by the lamp. Ho saw the hermit come at a run toward tho inner chamber, three men pursuing him. They wero so close on him that ho halted by the sido of the couch and turned at bay. A third man at this moment appeared on tho scene and seized his arms from be hind and burled him to the cavern tloor. Paul Miller had all along watched tho exciting contest. Ho started toward the chamber, where they were tying tho hermlts's hands with strips of walrus skin, and was almost near enough to call out when ho suddenly halted and gave them a stare. "They nre tho robbers themselves!" he gasped In a whisper. "What In heaven does this mean!" He quickly slunk away behind some masses of rock, broken from the side of tho cavern. Completely concealed from the act ors In this singular dramn, Paul was enabled to observe all that went on. There seemed to be only violence enough on tho part of the captors to effct the capture of the hermit. When this was effected they began pleading with him to do something, or make some revelation. After a few words, the captive became silent and sullen. His captors piled him with many questions and ho refused to an swer any of them. At last, leaving him In charge of one man, the other two began to search the cavern. When they came near Paul he crouched in tho smallest possible space and scarce dared to breathe. One of tho two searchers was tho very man whom he had chased up tho mountain side. As they passed one of them men tioned a name which caused him to start so violently as to almost dis cover himself to them. It was Lack land. Lackland was the wealthy banker and speculator of his own town, who had been a rival for the heart nnd hand of Laura Bush. What did these mysterious mon of the Klondyke know about him, or what had ho to do with them? Almost maddened by despair Paul fell upon his knees and furloimly beat his breast with his hands while tho captors led the prisoner away. They had taken up tho oil lamp and carried it with thorn, nnd Paul was soon In total dnrkness. In his fit of desperation he rose nnd fol lowed them. At the entrance of the cavern ho halted and gazed off after tho captors and prisoner. A thousand tumultuous emotions swayed his heart, and again In despair he beat his breast with his hands, "Oh, cruel, cruel fate! Why did I not kuow ho was my friend and do fend him!" Ho gazed helplessly at tho little party until thoy had disappeared from his view and then threw himself upon tho floor of tho cavern In despair. Hut his better Judgment came to his relief and starting up ho seized tho lamp and started back toward tho tiro tp Ught It. If seemed an ago befors tho faint glow from the dying embers told him where the flro was. Ho at lust reached tho spot, aud with a pine stick raked the living coals together Laying on two or three smaller sticks ho blew them Into a blaze and lighted the Inmp. After a short rest he was prepared to travel, but he remembered the wal rus hide, with Its mysterious blom glyphlcs. and determined to take it with him. He was unable to make out anything from the hide, and roll lug It up thrust It In one of his capa cious pockets, aud taking some of the provisions left In the cavern, went out and buekled on his snow hIioch to leave the place forever. Ho tramped until night and then spreading a blnnket on the snow slept soundly. A snow fell during the night, and when ho awoke he shook off the white gown of nature aud ate some of tho roasted moose meat ho had brought with him. For over a week he wandered about In the wilderness, subsisting on tlsh ho caught In the river nnd a deer which he shot, but not seeing a hu man being. Paul had no compass to steer his course, nnd was often lost among the mountains. One day he came upon a fresh trail In the snow ns If a party with Indlnn porters, dogs and sledges had made their way over the snow toward Forty Mile Camp. He sat down at the side of the path to rest and think. A slight crunching of snow but a short distance from htm caused him to look up, nml he saw a mnu coming on snow shoes, a rllle on his shoulder. A single glance at those familiar features, and he cried: "Glum Glum Hnlston!" The solitary traveler paused, started back In surprise, clutching his gun for nn Instant as if lie would use It; then dropping It on the snow, gave vent to a whoop that would have done credit to a wild Indian, ami bounding for ward bad Paul about the neck, cry lug: "Crack-lash alive, by tli trident n' Neptune." "Where have you been?" asked Paul. "Crulsln' about lookln' for you," ho nnswored. "Where you been?" Paul told the story of his adven tures, concluding with his escape from the cave. "I have found the mystery about me thickening all tho time, nnd this walrus hide covered with strango pic tures and hieroglyphics is the chief of all mysteries." Glum Hnlston took the walrus hide, unrolled It, and gazing at It with wildly dilating eyes which indicated his strange Interest, demanded: "Where did you get It?" "From the hermit." "Th' hermit the hermit tho man that owns this hide tho man who saved you. Is my old captain!" cried the excited prospector with a shout. "Where Is he? where is ho! It's my old captain I'll go home to Kate yet. Where Is he? where Is he? whero Is he?" he shouted almost fiercely, whila Paul was too much dumbfounded to utter a word. "He calm, Glum, and explain what you mean!" cried Paul. Holding up the piece of walrus hide. Glum said: "I've seen this before." "Whero?" "On board the 'Eleanor.' " "Who had it there?" "The red-skin ns had tho stran' o' gold nuggets about his neck." Paul's interest in the walrus hide Increased. Tho old man continued Wi a gleeful tono: "Oh, ho lives, he lives! I will And him, tell him I've been true to him nil these years and tako Mm home." Suddenly he became more com posed, nnd, turning his eyes on Paul, asked: "Where Is he?" "I don't know." "What! you havo seen him and let him escape?" "I could not help myself; they camo and dragged him away." (To bo continued.) Biggest Cigar in the World. Paymaster Goneral Bates of tho army possesses the largest cigar In the world. It Is sixty-three inches long, and as largo around ns a man's arm at tho thickest section. Its composition Includes twenty-two classes of Philippine tobacco. Tho huge cigar is tho gift of Major W. If. Comegys, of the pay department, who sent it to the paymaster general with this note: "I send you the largest cigar you havo over seen at least, the largest I havo ever seen. It Is made of a num ber of tho finest brands of tobacco grown on the islands. This was manu factured at San Fernando do Union, In Union Province, P. I. Tho case Is also a curiosity. It may bo called a family cigar, as all smoke It, and tho grandmother Is supposed to finish It or tho clgnr to finish tho grandmoth er." Washington Correspondence St. Louis Republic. Beautiful Mummy Blue. Hnmlet reflected curiously upon the fact that the body of a groat ruler might yet comoo be used to "stop a hole to keep the wind away," but mod ern Ingenuity has discovered more useful, if not more honorable, uses for tho bodies of departed emperors. Manufacturers of artists' colors now often use mummies In making their colors, nnd It is almost certain that a small percentage of somo ancient Egyptian rulers went to compose some of the colors used by various H. A.'s in painting their portraits for this year's Academy. Mummies wero usually preserved In bitumen or tho best pitch, and this blended with the bono of tho mummy gives a peculiarly beautiful tint, especially In brown or dark blue. Tho export of mummies is now forbidden, but ono will last a manufacturer for years. Tho colors so made are principally usod by por trait painters. London Taller. '3 Waiting esseseesee 3gg ft" Sori'no ' fold my hands nnd wslt, Nor i!io for wind, nor tMo, nor soa; 1 ruM to mere 'nalniit tlnm or fnt. For to my own shall como to tin1 I '.n '!-y hastr. I mako delays: Fur wliut awaits thin fliinr ixii'et I stand ur.UiJ tho eternal wayi, And what i tnliui whall know my faro. Asloop. mm uko. Iiy nltiht or day. Tim frlnds I o-k nro Hooking m: No wind enn drive my burk away Nor chunKo tlm tide of destiny. Wliut iiiuttor U I stand nlon? I wait with Joy tho onmlnn years; My In-art shall toap whoro It has mtwn, And Kitthi'r up Its fruits of tours Tlio wulors know tlu-lr own nnd draw Th biouk that sprltws from yonder holKllt So Mows tlio kooiI with equal law t'tito tho soul of puru dellKht. Tlio stars eomo nlnhtly to the sky, Tho tidal wave unto tho uoa; Nor time, nor sparo, nor deep, nor high I'.in kmp my own nwujr from mo. A Green Room Romance. HY HAROLD DEAN. (Copyright. I'M'. Iiy Dally Story Pub Co.) When Herbert Holllstor wrote tho exceedingly clover Interview with tho reigning queen of tho Btnge, Grace do Montfort, the Intter did not dream what a lot of trouble It was destined to cost her. It was a good Interview and pregnnnt with that Hiibtlo quality known In the newspnpor and magazine world ns "atmosphere" and It not only had pleased tho manager one David Schlossenberg but had accorded so strongly with tho great nctress's no tion of tho eternal fitness of things that she had thanked Herbert warmly effusively, Indeed and hail admitted him Into tho circle of her close per sonal friends. All of which was very bad for "Bert," as his friends knew him. Ho was not a keen, experienced and wary old dramatic critic, but nn enthusiastic and ridiculous young roporter loadod with much Information regarding "tho drama" and redolent with much on thtifilnsm and Ideality regarding tho stage. It was a sort of mistake that ho caught tho assignment, but Gregory, tho dramatic critic, was sick and his understudy.CheBter Howard, was away on his vacation, and tho managing edi tor, admitting In a grumbling fashion that something must bo dono for thu dramatic column, "drnt It," had felt around among tlio staff until ho had found Holllster with somo sort of a vague reputation for knowledge and taste In that direction. And It was necessary to put somo ono on tho de partment, for tho appearanco of Grace do Montfort wns supposed to bo some thing of an event In tho drnmatlc world. And so It happenod that Bert got his chance nnd how well ho did It wns attested by tho furore his Interview crented. Tho managing edi tor quite illumed himself upon It and admitted that ho had discovered a "new ono." Holllstor qulto overtopped Howard and for a few weeks filled oven Gregory with nnxlety and cha grin. HC was a high card with tho man agement at the Acadomy and all doora opened before him at will. And ho poslstently haunted tho dressing room of Graco do Montfort. At first sho invited It, not only becauso his story had pleased her so much, but also because she Mked tho handsome care-freo audacious young Journalist, who paid her such slnccro compli ments In so naive a way and failed al together to pay her tho conventional tributes which sho had learned to expect. I "No, Madam," ho remarked gravely, "I cannot, In honor, say that you are tho most beautiful woman In tho world In fact I do not know If you aro beautiful at all. But you aro moro than beautiful you aro talented and interesting and attractive. A sculptor can creato a faco and flguro endowod with beauty and symmetry, but no body but tho Almighty can endow mat ter with tho charm and graco and In- "In fact I do not know If you are beautiful at all." forest you have," and ho bowed low nnd kissed her hand with all tho do ferenco of a knight of tho Chlvalrls ago. And Graco did not qulto know whothcr to bo vexed at him for his exceeding frankness regarding her personal attraction or to thank him for his compliment, which, truth to tell, she did not qulto understand. And so ho continued to haunt that , i km 3 id&r mystic region behind tho scenes and particularly Oraco do Montfort's drea lug rooms night after night and to pass to her upon all occasions tho most honest and slncero and discrim inating compliments. Ho renlly had no business there, as his assign ment to drnmatlc work had ceaBod long since, but thoro ho wns ovory night nnd Grace bogan to be annoyed. "Marie," sho oxclalmcd sharply ono night after they bad reachod tho seclu alou of tholr apartments at the hotel, "I don't want that big overgrown boy of a Journalist haunting my dressltis "I am to bo married tomorrow wook." rooms. Ho was there nearly all tho evening. Plcaso stop It." "I, Madam?" replied Mario with tho moat evident surprise. "How can I atop him? Is ho not your warm per sonal friend nnd moro than that, Is he not a great favorite of tho man ager? I fear, Madam, that I would cut a sorry figure trying to exclude Mon sieur Herbert." "Well, well, then I will have to dis miss him," replied the star. But she did not, and as the days and nights passed sho camo moro and moro to look for him nnd to listen moro nnd moro to tho sharp and dis criminating criticism upon tho per formance paasod from night to night by tho keen young fellow who was not afrnld. And there wero dollghtful Ilttlo Bohemian lunches after tho play at which only Herbert nnd sho ami Mario wero presont. And so sho cam to tolcrato him. But finally sho camo to pity him. Tho season was drawing to a cIobo and sho was planning to go away a very long way to rest. It waB really too bad to lead tho boy on and then drop him Uko nn old shoo. Thon a sharp pang camo to her as Bho thought It all over. It camo to her that It would cost her something to oxcludo this bright and bouyant at mosphere from hor llfo. Really ho was tho moatoriglnal and entertaining man who had como Into her life yos, and tho freBhcst and most honest. She would miss him yes, alio would mlas him soroly. Tho argumonts over tho midnight rarebits and chop sueyB, tho fascination of that frank and laughing face, tho tonic of that honest criticism, tho honoy of that porfect and sincere admiration or waB It adoration? All thoao things sho would miss, ami Graco had not been trained in tho school of going without. Why misa all theso good things that sho liked? Ho was by far tho best man, all things considered, sho had over met. Why uot marry him and havo him always with hor. Tho Idea was ridiculous of courso ho was a moro boy and sho had had proposals from tho richest and tho moat distinguished but sho liked him and sho didn't need monoy or position that sho had acquired and could acquire, nnd alio liked tho boy and wantod him to bo with hor. Be sides she had oncouni;ed him to certain extent and sho felt It would bo brutal to break his heart.. Yes, aho would yield to ono humane and kindly Impulso aho could well afford It now that sho was on tho top wavo and managers bidding for hor. Sho would glvo tho boy an opportunity to prppoBO and sho would accept him and then and her thoughts went out along a rony highway of day-dreams, which left hor cheeks flushod and hor oyoa Boft nnd moist. "Madam," repeated Mario for tho fifth time clearing her throat loudly ai sho had done several times before, "Madam:" "Well, Marie, what Is it." roplloJ Madam, coming to with a start &:&:::&:&&' . . r. i'.'' pjU3ti.y "Don't you see I want to bo nlono. Marie you aro losing nil your tact. I will havo to be gottlng another girl." "Yes, Madam, that's Just what I wai thinking," responded Mnrla courtesy Ing blushing. "I was afraid that t wns not satisfying Mndam nnd I camo In to tell Madam that 1 had decldod to leave her norvlco." "Leave my nervier," cried tho ac tress, "leave my service; Mario you are crazy. Of course you will not. I nn not nngry with you, Mario. I only wanted to correct you. You will Btay right along, of course and I will ralso your wages bocaiiBc I will need you moro than ever presently 1 am golm; to bo married presently, Mnrle, and then I will need you moro than over." "If Mndam pleases," replied Mario blushing and courtcBylng, "I cannot re main In Mndam's service for I am to be married tomorrow week." "You married," cried Graco Bharply. "You aro a fool. Better keep your position. You will need it alt tho moro when you havo a husband to support." "But ho will not permit It, Mndam," replied Marie, blushing nnd courtesy- lug again. "Who la he?" asked tho nctrcni. "MotiBlour Herbert, Madam," ropllod the girl blushing moro furiously than over and courtoBylng ngnln. "Herbert Holllstor?" demanded Mndam rising with blazing eyes. "Yob, if it plcaBos Madam," ropllod tho girl with downcast eyes. "Ho ha-i been tormenting mo all tho season and I promised him ycBterdny. Wo aro to bo married to-morrow week at tha Deanery nnd I wnntcd to glvo Madam a week's notice, bo I spoko to you to night. I would Uko to glvo Madam n longor notice, but Bert I beg par don Monsieur Herbert 1b bo Impa tient that ho will not wait moro than a wook. And Oh Madam, wo havo tho loveliest littlo flat picked out and boln? fixed up. I wish you could como and bco It you will, won't you, Madam? And Mr. Herbert Is to bo dramatic critic with ovor so much moro Balary and and nnd oh, Mndam I am so happy," and tho girl sank on hor knoos and buried hor faco In tho trailing gown of tho actress. Madam, whlto nnd rigid lookod down on tho girl, gently dlsongaged hor gown and silently passed Into hor chamber. DRINK CAUSED HIS DEATH. Too Much Water Blamed For Do- mlie of Eben Waters. A dispatch from Salem, Mass., con veys tho Information that Ebon Waters (prophetic name), 99 yenra old, died last week from cxcesalvu water drinking. Ho did not lndutgo In alcoholic drinks of any kind, ami lie Is said to havo been tompcrato In all things except his appotlto for water. It was his habit to drink threo quarts of water ovory day, and this, his doctors say, resulted in "com plications that proved fatal." At any rate, he died. It Is a sad caflo to con template. Here was a man cut off in tho prime of life, at tho perihelion of his usefulness, bo to speak, ami all because of tho lack of a Ilttlo wholesome restraint. It Is charltablo to bellove that ho was not wholly re' hponslble. It mny havo boon that ho was an only son, and that his dotlm; parents spoiled him, allowed him to havo his own wny too often, and did not point out strongly enough that self-indulgence is the shortest path to tho grnve. Of course, thoy seo their error now that It is too late, which is tho cause of fully one-third of the tragedies of llfo. Scientists nver that tho average of llfo Ib great er now than at any other period In the history of man, and that moro In terest Is taken In tho subject of long evity. If this be ao, there is a moral in tho untimely demlso of Mr. Waters. It Is, "Don't go to tho pump too often." Rochester Post-Express. Not a Chinese Word. "It's a mlstnko to suppoao that Joss' Is a Chinese word," Bays a re tired ship's carpenter. "I'vo traveled a good bit in tho Orlont In my time, and among tho odds and onds of In teresting information I picked up was n knock-out of the genuineness of 'Jobs' aB a Chinese word. Chinamen, only know 'Jobs' when thoy come In contnet with Europeans. A Chlnoso priest that I becamo chummy with In Hankow told mo that thero was no such word In Chinese. He explained that the word was a corruption of tho Spanish word 'DIob' and had coma into use through tho missionaries. Many early missionaries, ho said, wero Spanish priests, and their pro nunciation of 'DIos was speodlly cor nipted Into 'Joss' by native tongues and applied to tho Chinese deities. It's only on tho Chinese seaboard that the word la understood by Chinamen. In the Interior, tho prloBt told mo, thp celestials had no knowledgo of It." Jumped Into Engine Stack. A dispatch from Joplln, Mo., Bays: Owen Grcellah, of Leavonworth, Kaa was killed betweon Lebanon and Sprlngflold by Jumping Into tho fun nel of tho locomotive smoke stack on the west bound St. Louis and San Francisco passongor train. The dis patch says tho young man committed suicide. Ho climbed to tho top of tho wator tank and when the tralu stopped Jumped Into the smoke stack whooping as he leaped. Ho was pulled out by tho train crow horribly burned and died in a fow moments. 1Mb body was taken to Lebanon. Greo Hsh's brother, In this city, knows noth. Ing of tho details, but denies that tha death was suicidal. He says that hu received a postnl tho day boforo and that his brother did not seem dojected or liable to kill himself. The smartest man Is often a wai dummy In the hands of a clovo woman. m , "! ' i J ppajta 'i': . 33-aiC-wiMwti'V,rw--- lnwEzJMi7&iSi Wfc.A. rr, .r-.y.j... .... i".W- . ,.. - ...,. -, ....- .. ....,..... il IH K HSWSMMSSj" M 1M 11 MW '! Ill I H I" 'I I II ! 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