Colonel
TODHUNTER
of Missouri
By RIPLEY D. SAUNDERS
Copyright. 1911. by the BolbsJWerrl
Company
CHAPTER V.
In the Nineveh Blade Sanctum.
IT was shortly after this that Colo
nel Todhuuter and Judge Strick
land parted. Colonel Todhunter
went direct to the office of the
Nineveh Blade when he had seen Strick
land off for St Louis.
Dick Cantrlll, editor of the Blade
was a red headed young Democrat who
cherished old fashioned principles.
There was no thought In his clean
mind of devious ways to make politics
pecuniarily profitable. One could no
more have "bought" him than one
could ha? "bought" Patrick Ilenry or
"Old Hickory" Jackson, and he was
Just about as fiery and fearless as
those two earlier Americans. Conse
quently, many politicians spoke of him
as "that stubborn young fool, Dick
Oantrill of the Nineveh Blade."
As Colonel Todhunter entered th
Blade office a fuming little man almost
extinguished under a big and very
rusty silk bat was terminating what
tu.a plainly been a stormy Interview
with Dick Cantrill.
"Hello, Kph!" said Colonel Todhunter
surprised. "It ain't often I find you
hobnobbln' with Dick Cantrlll. Ga
right ahead. Don't let me Interrupt
you!"
There was a wicked smile on youns
Cantrill's mouth. "We're just about
done now, colonel," !e inrposed
"Squire Tucker was trying to Induct
me to support Yancey In this campaign,
but I had to decline. The Blade's fot
Colonel Strickland tooth and nail, now
that he's out for the nomination."
"And you and the Blade are both
durned foola, sir that's all I've got to
say!" snapped the little old man undet
the big hat "You don't know which
side your bread's buttered on, Dick
Cantrlll!"
"Squire," said Dick, grinning coolly,
"that ain't the only viewpoint from
which I look at the matter. I know
Colonel Strickland and I know Steve
Yancey, and I know Strickland's tho
best man. That makes It my duty to
support him, squire!"
"It's to your Interest to support the
winner, you young Idiot nnd I was
talking to you for your' own good'."
cried old Tucker. "Stephen K. Yancey
has got all the money Influence behind
bim In this campaign, and he'll be nom
inated by an overwhelming majority
You'll put up a mighty poor mouth
then, Dick Cantrlll, begging for th
public printing In the Blnde, and IT
see to It that nothing comes your way!"
"Go right ahead. Crack your whip
squire!" retorted Dick Cantrill calmly.
"I reckon you and I have different
ideas about politics, but there needn't
be any hard feelings unless you insist
on it Anyway, we might as well get
the whole thing thrashed out right
now, as long as we've got started."
"I'll see if I can't make you change
your tune before I'm done with you
sir!" And old Tucker's cold little eye!
narrowed venomously. "You're talk
ing mighty big now, Dick Cantrill, but
the Yancey admlnLstration'U have th
last say, my young gamecock!"
"The Yancey administration be hang
ed!" replied Dick Cantrlll,' and then
he laughed and settled back In his
chair. "But, shucks, squire, I can't
talk to you like I could to a younget
man. LefB go easy. You're for Yan
cey, and I'm for Strickland, and that'i
all there la to it Every man's got a
right to his own opinion In a free
country, squire."
"Very well, sir, very well, if you
will have it that way," retorted old
Eph Tucker. "But you're backing a
loser, Dick Cantrill, and you're going
to suffer for it Stephen K. Yancey
will snow Bill Strickland under so
deep that Bill's friends '11 never Ix
able to dig blm out, sir!"
Dick Cantrlll stretched his arm
above bis head. "Such being the case,
squire," he replied, "It don't make any
difference to you Yancey people what
me and the Blado see fit to do, so you
can Just keep your shirt on."
Old Tucker glared at the amused
speaker.
At this moment a fourth figure was
added to the group. It was that ol
Lycurgus Quivey, the schoolmaster ot
Nineveh, a gaunt and homely repre
sentative of rustic learning with a
face pathetic in its meek wistfulness.
"Well, well, Lycurgus!" cried Dick
Cantrill cordially. "I'm glad to se
you. Blest if I hadn't begun to feai
the Blade wasn't going to have a poem
from you this week. And that would
never do, sir!"
Lycurgus Quivey cleared his throat
nervously. "I reckon you'll be eurprls
ed, Mr. Cantrlll," he said ot last, "but
the truth is I've writteu a political
poem this time. I knw Colonel Strick
land so well, sir, tuij I like him sc
much that I thought I'd write a Strick
land campaigu song. It might do some
good nt mass meetings and barbecues
and such things, it svemod to nu."
OLL Eph Tucker sjiortednud.!are'
at the embarrassed 'speaker.' Colonei
Todhunter beamed his approval. Dick
Cantrill's sense of humor reveled lc
the situation.
"Bully for you, Lycurgus!" he ex
claimed. "That's just flnel You bet
the Blade will print your campaign
song. And, by George, sir, come tc
think of It, here's Squire Tucker doing
his level best to convert me to tba Yan
cey cause. I'll just read your poem tc
him and see If it won't bring blm ovei
to the Strickland side!"
At this old Eph Tucker's wrath ex
ploded.
"You won't do anything of the sort!'
he ejaculated. "You and your foo
poets can go It aloue supporting Rtl
Strickland. It's about nil the support
he'll get!"
Then he turned on Lycurgus Quivey
"As for you, Mr. Schoolteacher," hi
snarled, "If writlu' campaign poetrj
for Bill Strickland is the best you cat
do I'll see If we can't get you more
time for It by gettln' you out of the
Nineveh school, sir. I can do it too
I'm chairman of the Bchool board, and
I'll h'lst you out of your job without
lettln' any grass grow under my feet!'
"No, you won't, squire." spoke Dick
Cantrlll quietly. Ills steady eyes held
those of old Eph Tucker with a dis
tlnct menace.
"Squire," Dick continued, "I know
you Just well enough to know that
you're willing to make that threat
good. Don't you dare do it. sir. Thb
man is a worthy man In his place, and
outside of his working hours he's prtv
lllged to write poetry to whoevei
and whatever ho pleases and to make
his own choice in politics, sir. I givi
you a piece of advice, Squire Tucker
Don't you lift a finger to get Lycurgus
Quivey Ured, sir. If you do it'll bf
the worse for you."
Old Eph Tucker glared nt the speak
er. "Wbat'Il you do. Dick Cantrill'
That's mighty big talk to come off ol
such a little stomach, sir. Whnt'll yoi
' do If I wee fit to teach Lycurgus Quivej
to mind his own business?"
"Wbat'Il I do?" repeated DfcR Can
trill, his eyes flashing. "I'll skin you
alive, Squire Tucker; that's what I'll
do. I'll flay you from bead to heels,
sir, and then I'll bang your hide out
here in front of the Blade office so the
people of NLaeveu can see just what a
miserable skunk you are, sir. If you're
going to make a personal fight on this
man because he backs William J.
Strickland for governor of Missouri I'll
make the same sort of a fight from the
Strickland side of that proposition.
And you'll be the first man I'll make it
on, squire, I've got the material to do
it with, and you know it You know
your own record. You won't last a
minute if the Blade goes out after your
scalp, Squire Tucker. You'll shrivel
up quicker than a dry oak leaf In hell,
sir!"
A grim silence followed these words.
Then old Eph Tucker spoke.
"Well," he said slowly, "It strikes me
you're goin' off half cocked, Dick.
We've both lost our tempers a little
and probably said more'n we meant
Anyway I haven't done anything
against Lycurgus Quivey yet. Mayb
you better just keep cool and wait till
I do before you start in to tear up
things the way you've been threaten
in', sir."
Dick Cantrlll laughed. "Sure, squire,'
he replied. "I can wait just as long as
you can, I reckon, but not a minute
longer. Keep that in mind, squire
not a minute longer!"
A few moments later Colonel Tod
hunter was alone with Dick Cantrlll
"That was a right lively session while
it lusted, Dick," he chuckled. "You
called old Eph down almighty hard
sub."
"The old scoundrel!" exclaimed Dick
Then he added, "I don't like to talk tc
a man of his age that way, colonel, but
that cold blooded threat against Lycur
gus Quivey, as defenseless a man as
ever lived, sir, flung me off my bal
ance.
"I reckon you ain't done no harm
Dlclc," said Colonel Todhunter. "Are
wo gettln' nny news of bow the othci
sldo regards Bill Strickland's candl
dacy?"
"Well, colonel," grinned tho Blade't
editor, "there's some mighty amusinp
surface indications. They haven't lost
nny time springing one old moss grown
political tricky oji us nt nny rate, sir."
"I'll
kin you alive, Squire Tuoker.
That's what I'll do."
"Wnfft -trick is TnatT"IuIcTfly asked
the other.
"Why, sir, they've Induced Hamj
Judson of Carthage and Judge Sanford
of Bowling Green to come out, both ol
'em. In the race for the nomination
Each of 'em will take votes away from
Colonel Strickland. It's nn old move
but a shrewd one, colonel. They know
Yancey will get the solid vote alwayi
controlled by the machine, and they'n
working to divide the rest between
Strickland, Judson and Sanford, sir."
"I'll be eternally condemned. Dick,"
vociferated Colonel Todhunter, "If I'd
ha' believed either Hamp Judson ol
Jim Sanford would teud themselves tc
such a game, suh. I hate to think it
of 'em now, even on your say so."
"It Isn't my say so, colonel. It's the
cold facts." replied Dick Cantrlll
"Judson and Sanford both entered the
race within twenty-four hours nftei
Colonel Strickland announced his can
dldacy down there In St Louis. Thej
know they haven't got the ghost of a
show for the nomination. All they're
working for Is to get solid with the old
Jefferson City ring by helping to defeat
Colonel Strickland. I'd be willing to
bei that their campaign expenses down
to the last dollar on the last day will
be paid by Yancey's campaign man
agers, sir."
Colonel Todhunter looked nt the
speaker Indlgnnntly. "And you're
a-settin' there ca'mly, suh," he inqulr
ed, "knowin' these things and not mov
in' a finger to expose their game?"
"Colonel," replied Dick Cantrlll
laughter In his eyes, "don't you be un
easy. I've got my end of the fight
started. At the proper moment, and
that moment Isn't far off, you'll s'
Hamp Judson and Judge Sanford
Jumping and howling at every crat
of the Blade's whip, sir. I'll n nke 'em
the two sickest men In Missouri be
fore I'm through with 'em."
"That sounds like business!" cried
Colonel Todhunter. much relieved.
"Give it to 'em good nnd h'ird. Dick.
A little later, crossing the town
square, Colonel Todhunter held coun
sel with himself.
"Well, suh." he said, "the o.vner jf
a newspaper ougnt to nop aown on mi
marrowbones every night and pray, j
'Our Father, deliver us from tempta
tion.' He can help or hurt crooked
men more'n any other one influence,
and they know it He sure must have
a hard fight to keep straight The
longer he stays virtuous the more
they're wlllln' to pay for him. I'm
glad I ain't in the business, suh. Old
Satan's got grip holds enough on me
as it is."
The colonel was still deep in phil
osophic . musings, not more than half
way across the town square, when he
was interrupted by a genial ball.
"Howdy, Eunn'l Todhunter; howdy,
suh. You sho'ly ain't gwlne walk right
p'lntedly pas' me 'thout sayln' howdy
to you' old A'nt Mirandy, is yo', suh?"
The speaker was a fat, gray wooled
black woman, festively arrayed in a
gaudy calico dress, a bandanna hand
kerchief knotted around her bead like
a turban, a big market basket on her
arm.
"Well, well, Aunt Mirandy!" return
ed the colonel. "I ain't seen you for so
long that I reckon I wouldn't ha'
known you anyway, you're lookln' so
peart and gayly. How are you, Miran
dy, and how's that no 'count husband
of your'n?"
The ancient negress cackled joyously.
"I tell yo de gospel trufe, Kunn'l Tod
hunter, and I sho aln telliu' you no
lies dat ar wufless ole man o' mine
am sutt'nly mighty trlfiln. suh. ne
glttln' wuss'n wuss ever' day, too, kun
n'l. Whut you reckon done happ'n to
him now, suh? Well, I.Jes gwlne tell
yo'. Dat ole Jed been out flshln' an'
come trnlpsln'. back home wld do roo
matls, suh,- an' layln' flat on ho back
gruntln an' gronnin' lak he gwlne die
ever" mlnlt, f ih!"
"You're too ensy on him, Mirandy.
That's the trouble," laughed the colo
nel. "You ought to tako a broomstick
and wa"op him till he nln't too proud
to work, the old rascal! Quit cookin'
such good vittles for him, Mirandy, and
let blm go hungry for awhile!"
Old Mirandy rolled her eyes heaven
ward. "Kunn'l Todhunter," sho gur
gled, "I jes' nnchully kaln'tdodat, suh.
Taln't dat ole Jed don't 'serve it, kuse
be do, but he slio kin put up slcb a po
mouf, suh! He's de mos' mlzzabul nig
ger on a em'ty stumniuck, uh. dat I
nln't got do heart to 'fuse blm when lie
sny he hungry, ItnssjWae', kunu'l-
Ijes aiirt ,..1 de V.-ul, snn.-
"Well. but. good Lord, Mirandy. you
must lie put to it mighty hard to 'tend
to your washln and look after that
triaiu" old scoundrel at the same time!"
"I sho" is, kunn'l. I ain't nebber had
no baby what's mo' trubble'n dat at
old Jed. Whuss I doin' now, suh, but
rubbin" dat ole fool's J'luts wld lini
ment whilst I oughter be right at my
washtub all my time, suh? I tell ymi.
suh. I got to scrabble fo' a libbln'
wuss'n a scrutchln' hen dese heah
days, suh."
"Where are you livln' now, Miran
dy?"
."Whah I libbln'? Whah I libbln'?
Well, now, suh, I mos' shame fo' to tell
you, suh, but me'n ole Jed is Jes'
a-squattln' down yander in a 'sorted
cabin whut wua em'ty on de Black
Bottoms road, suh, 'twell me'n him
jes' sorter moved Into it, suh. Yass.
suh. hit's ercross furu whah ole Mr.
Bafe Doggett an' he young grand
daughter. Miss Lottie-May. libbln',
suh. An' hit sho' nm a lonesome place.
Ef hit wau't fo' some skylarkln' young
man a-comlu' out f'um Nineveh to cote
Miss Lottie-May when her ole grand-
daddy ain't home. I tell you p'lntedly.
Kunn'l Todhunter, hlt'd be jes' lak a
graveyard, suh."
"I reckon so," said the colonel. "And
who are the young scamps that come
out to see Miss Lottie-May, Mirandy?"
"Lawd bless you. suh. dey's two-
three uv 'em, suh. Mr. Stam Tucker'i
one. An' Miss Lottie-May sho' am a
pow'ful han'sotne young g"yel, suh.
An' her ole granddad, be sutt'nly do
'pear to be mighty skeered 'ca'se she
so gay an' flirtatious-like, suh."
"Well, Mirandy. I reckon thafs ouly
natural for a pretty girl. You ain't
never seen Tom Strickland callln' on
her out there, nave you?"
"No, suh: not to reckernlze him,
Kunn'l Todhunter, but dat ain't sayln'
he ain't been dar whilst I been away
so much o de time, kunn'l. Huccome
young Mr. Tom Strickland takln to
anybody but Miss Mary Todhunter,
yo' own daughter, suh? Ain't he Jes'
p'lntedly hend over heels In lub wld
Miss Mary, suh?"
"He alu't telliu' me so, Mirandy,"
laughed the colonel. "But I reckon
Lottie-May nln't no more to him than
any other of a dozen pretty girls. 1
was just wonderln', that's all."
Then be put his hand In his pocket
and drew out a bill.
"Here, Mirandy," he said. "I would
not be surprised but what this might
come In handy while you're n-wrastlln'
with that old scamp Jed nnd his rheu
matism. And if you'll stop by nnd see
Mrs. Todhunter next time you come to
town I'll nsk her If she enn't give you
a basketful of vittles she don't need."
"Glory hnllelooyuk!" cried old Mi
randy. "Dat ur money looks big ns de
side of a house to me, suh It sho' do!
Yass, suh, an' I gwlne drop by you all's
house, tco, sub. An' I ain't nebber
gwlne ferglt you fo' it, kunn'l; I sho'
ain't. Some o' dese bright days I gwlne
pay you back more'n dat ar money;
you see If I don't, suh!" Sudden tears
had come Into the brave old woman's
eyes. Pouring out a flood of thanks,
she hobbled happily away,
Colonel Todhunter looked after her
almost sadly. "Them old niggers," he
said. "I love 'em Just like they was
kin to me. icul they love us too. But
the new breed they hate us, and I
alu't got no more use for 'em than I
have for a snake. It's curious and It's
soinetblu' of a tragedy, too, suh. I'll
be dndblamed If I know what's goln'
to come of It nil some day!"
vl'o o continued.)
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GOOD GAME OF BALL SUNDAY
AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT
From Wednesday's Dally.
On next Sunday, July 6, Man
ager Johnson of tho Boosters wil
have a fine treat for the fans, as
the Hoctors, one of the fast teams
of the Magic City, will be here to
try and take one from our sterl
ings, and if the Hoctors are as
good as they were on their las
appearance here the game will be
one of the best that has been
pulled off here this season. The
local boys' are getting better
every game they play, and will be
able to give the Hoctors a run for
their money in every department
of the game. With two games on
the Fourth with the Alhambras
one at 10 a. ni. nnd one at 2:30
il ought to, give the lovers of the
great national game a fine chance
to enjoy themselves on both days
COMMISSIONERS START ON
. A TOUR OF INSPECTION
From Wednesday's Daily.
inis morning ine board o
county commissioners departet
on a tour of the First and Secom
districts to inspeet the bridges
that have been placed in these
districts, ns well as the others
needed, and the general condition
of the roads through I he eastern
parts of the county. There was
only routine business transacted
al I In- meet iii' here this week am
tin' allowance of the claims
auainsL Hie countv.
punsn
F
Items of Interest to Old and New
Residents of City Which Were
New Forty Yeara Ago.
Mr. David Morrow has erected
a new blacksmith shop on Seventh
street, close to 'ahington ave
nue, where he will be pleased to
have persons wanting work in his
line give him a call. Dave is a
(rood blacksmith and will give
satisfaction. Give him a call. His
"ad" will appear next week.
A friendly game of billiards
was indulged in at Hilly Neville's
the other night by Messrs. White
and Sanford on one side and Cole
and Neville on the other. Sanford
and White rather got away with
he baggage. Almost all the bil-
iard amateurs in town witnessed
he game.
The Masonic ball on the 28th
was a grand success. Governor
Furnas gave us the honor of his
presence, and all the good-look-
ng folks in town were present
ots of fun, plenty of dancing
and quail on toast (so John Shan
non said) for supper, made the
evening long to be remembered
If several engagements didn't
come off that night they should,
or we saw lots of flirting.
It is currently reported that
measures are being taken to build
railroad from Plattsmouth
southwest through Weeping Wa
ter to Tecumseh; thereby to
obtain a through line to St. Louis
in case the Trunk is not built at
once.
Bob Boom, the gay old Bob, the
warhorse of Salt Creek bottom,
the pien old democrat of Cass
county, called on the Herald and
snook its wile s paw in our
absence.
Rev. W. D. Gage of this place
has been transferred to Fillmore
county, and leaves for his new
place this week. Mr. G. is one o
our old citizens, and we shall miss
his pleasant face on the streets
Dr. Latta of Rock Bluffs has
removed to Lincoln and Cass
county has lost a good citizen and
kind physician. Well, doctor, may
luck attend you, but in our
opinion you'll come back to Cass
after trying "them Lincoln fel
lows" awhile.
We tins week visited the stock
of Mr. Hugh Orr, on the farm o
S. L. Thomas, near Four Mile
Creek. They are pure blooded
Devons, and really as fine animals
of the breed as we ever saw. Al
stock men know that there are
various opinions as to the merits
of the Short Horn and the Devon
breeds of cattle, and considerable
rivalry between the breeders of
each variety. Our friends, Orr
and Thomas, are enthusiastic De
von lovers; and for the purpose
that Mr. Orr intends to use some
of his stock that is, to cros
with Texas herds they are no
doubt the best and most suitable
breed. For milk, and consequent
Iv for butler and cheese makers
the Devon also stands high.
We learn that friend Vivian in
tends to erect a fine brick busi
ness block on his property on
Main street. That's what we cal
business. Selling goods at low
est possible rates, and quick re
turns, is the way to raise money
when you want to build.
The bridge of the B. & M. R. R
across the Pl.atte River has been
considered in danger once or
twice this week. A raft of drift
wood formed a darn on tho uppe
side of the bridge, and at time
the pressure must have been im
mouse. So far she has stood th
shock. Gangs of men have bee
kept constantly at work removin
the drift, and it is now probably
beyond all danger.
Another lirst-ciass runaway
yesterday afternoon. Mr. Alison'
team, being left without hitching
took a swing around the circle
nnd when in front of Mr. Amis
on's, the wagon was upset,, send
ing two wheels to the north pol
and two to the south, making
enough pieces of tho remainder
to make two first-class wagons.
No one hurt.
The concert given at the
Methodist church on Sunday even
ing last, under the supervision of
Superintendent Reese, was a very
ill YEARS AGO
enjoyable affair, indeed. The
program was mostly filled by
small children, which made it
very amusing. It was composed
of songs, declamations, dialogues
and poems Father lMumnier
favoring us with an original one,
which was quite a treat. "Ths
New Church Organ," by Miss
Nannie Tibbie, was very well
spoken. "Give us a Call." by Miss
Mary Babbington, was well done.
f we could have spoken as well
a she does, with as little embar-
assinent, and learned our pieces
s well, at 15, we would have been
member of the Nebraska legis-
ature ere this. Miss Viola Barnes
also spoke a pretty piece, and so
id several oilier little children,
nit we were not able to ascertain
heir names. The song. "Jesus
oves Mo," sang by 35 little boys
nd girls, sounded as sweet as
nything we ever heard. Want of
pace prevents our speaking at
ength, and we will just say the
concert was a credit alike to the
uperintendent and scholars.
The M. K. church gave a neck-
ie festival in Parmele's hall on
Christmas eve. Ye editor srot a
bright pink tie (our wife hooked
t as soon as we got home), and
soon found a good-looking black-
haired Miss with another, illere
was a go; we didn t know th
ady, and the lady was afraid of
us, and fo we twisted about until
all the youngsters got a "gal" and
went promenading; that made us
ashamed and we screwed : our
courage up and went for that pink
ibbon. When supper time came
we marched it down stairs and
got opposite the best part of three
hickens. where we should have
fared first rate if Cal. l'arniele,
who sat opposite, hadn't sto'le al-
mosl all Ihe chicken and ate it
'hisself."
On Monday evening Mr. and
Mrs. Lambert, from near Rock
Bluffs, started home in a big
wagon, with one roan and one
dark colt, for a loam. At O'Neill's
farm they stopped to water, and
Mr. L. took the bridles off so the
lorses could drink better, while
Mrs. L. held the lines in the
wagon. Something startled the
colts and ofT the team set eddying1
around the valley and bluffs a
spell, nnd then through the cut on
Third street, into Main street,.
Plattsmouth, with a rush. They
kept on rushing up Main street,
on the south side, until they
turned Mr. Merges upside down
over a box, and then turned them
selves around and come down
Main street, on the north side, as
far as Johnson's drug store,
where, knowing that the doctor
was standing there and that
everything was handy for a bust
up, they ran into another wagon
ond were brought up all standing.
All this while the old lady had
held "onto" the lines nnd yawed,
but as there were no bits in the
horses' mouths her pulling was
like unto pulling nt a stump in
effect . Fortunately no one was
hurt, and after rubbing the old
lady's arms and waking her up
wilh n little can de vie, the har
ness was patched up. The broken
wagon was settled for, and all
went on their way rejoicing.
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DEATH OF A REPRE
SENTATIVE OF THE PANAMA-PACIFIC
EXPOSITION
.
From Wednesday's Dally
Yesterday in Omaha occurred
the death of Arthur Neilson, a
nephew of A. Piestrup, at one of
the hospitals, where he had been
laken for treatment. The unfor
tunate man had been suffering1
from appendicitis for several days
and was taken to the hospital to
undergo an operation, but it was
found there that the appendix had
burst nnd that, his death was only
the matter of a few hours, and all
that was possible was done to aid
him, but in vain. Mr. Neilson was
in the stale representing tho
Panama-Pacific exposition, to bo
held at San Francisco, where he
made his home, and he and his
wife were here a short time ago
visiting nt tin; Piestrup home.
The body will be taken back to
the homo in California for burial.
The sympathy of the community
will go out. to Ihe bereaved wife,
as well as Mr. Piestrup and fam
ily, in tlioir loss.
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