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J i f AN ADVENTURE. Iiai single lady. ; There la o disgrace in that t be 'Merei 1 ought have ssarried, sure than eats, had I p tossed, when Iwmi silly, girl, with more yellow M a general ea tbs subject of waitsiag and la. 1 thank my guardian stars that I have oatgrown that callow and silly aga. 1 aai aito iBdepandMt now, and beaoiaen to nobody. I make my living leetaftmg, sod a very ttttla anug liv iagitis. I came to be s success, after aUttla practice, and a good deal of hard wark, and made mooay. I took a mit of pleasant rooms In a quiet j tasafly bout, and kept my own little J enough. "1-1 dropped my bag, and I was fading for for it." 8111 no answer. I begin to feel ser iously angry. "If you do not feat disponed for con versation," said I, with some spirit "pray, bold your tongue!" Apparently my vis a vit took me at my worn, local silence reigned, er cept i or ine occasional Toioe of my charioteer, shouting at his nones. Had I come to the land of total barbarism Had I left civilation behind? Was Squire Je n or an idiot While I was rerolrinc these questions in my truUed mind, we reached a lit tle hamlet where lights glistened. ouman Toices sounaea, and drew rein before a large square brick building, with rows of HMiin, .amps above the door. The carriage Ur was opened Mom outside a portly gentleman with FHE STORY OF A PICICRL Palmistry. The most Important line la, of courts the Hue of life that line sweeping around the haae of the thumb from the It in about 10 o'clock I. m.. the hour srrist Long, clear direct in its course when Life in iU lightest and most Iri and well colored, it denotes long life, volous form is on parade in the upper good health and good character and' part of the city's great artery of trafl.e Bat one day there came a request thai T WAaiM WIr mw Lw4iim a.twm Tie Woman of the Period,- at Baggs- ',TW7 bld,hed- bmnt ao ' "'' hill nt mw lmJ..-l, I TUB. I t the waiter for an atlas and a gntettesr, and bunted up Baggsville. It was an unpretentious village, among the hills well up towards the northern my- "Begftrile, indeed," said I to "A place with a church, a or eight younc blue eyes of my imagination, presented Himself. -juss speak-weiL-said he, "you are welcomed to Baggsville. Pray, alight 4l't M . . f w .... oir, sara j. -i nave made up my mind not to do so. Will you have the f4ness to tell your coachman to drive me to the nearest hotel r "But It's fifteen minutes to ehrhtr was call tUmssives a Lyceum-Theyr. " "dJenc mitaken in the lectures they want , dVlinit 11 ' flftoen mi They never can afford to pay my price.' 8 I wrote back to Squire Jones at least I fancied from the big fat shapes ef hit capital letters, and the general pern poorness of his phraseology, that the "Orville Jones" who wrote to me, "Oialrman of the Lnerary Com mittea," was an esquire, with a bald bead, a blunt nose and light blue eyes I poUtaly mentioned my terms, and straightway forgot all about the matter uau a ur came back, asking ma to nx a date ror the delivery of ure at Baggsville Lyceum. . IhMkalorarmy engagement book I had become so popular a character Chat it was quia necessary for me to beep each a volume and settled on the night of the twenty-third of De- minutes to twelver said I "I have already ex penanced some of the civilities of Baggsville, Squire Jones is a brute-a savage T -ear said the gentleman. "Did I quite undemtand you, alias SpeakwelL I am Squire Jones 7 "Then who is that in the carriage T aaxea i. A light of comprehension began to aawn on Squire Jones' bewildered face. -unrsaid be, "I see. it's a deaf I and dumb mtUaun UUi Unm.k.il iv leet- .. . . . " "k--- " uuuiu aenueman r i The twenty-third of December was a any of driving .storm and tempest and it was nearly six o'clock when we reached the station at Baggsville. Taank goodness, I said to myself. repeated. -amm is not quite full wltted, either, added the Squire. "I'm sure I beg your pardon for exposing you to ine least annoyance but be was on his way to the asylum, eight miles be yood here, and his friends had sent an open box-wagon to meet him, and the poor leuow was half perished with cold, already. So I just rode up in the oox wagon myself, and put him into I ahaU have time for a good rest and I r ,i ,upp0 i5utu to cap or strong tea. M .xu., jni.M But, to my dismay, wheal got out once. " STLt "Squire Jones," said I, -You are a tLiLl philanthroptat. Take me to the dre SlZZYZZr ZrZ tone If! don't give the ii." BMnrilll-opl. their money's worth to-night, it will be "because I don't: know how." .... I I made a nf -- ' " 'et all of txeKtVA" that evening. 1 was applauded again and again. from lag of l aggsvlBe itself was ten further up the hiDy road, We've Jnat been Jelagrapbed there." said the station-mar Lyceum is flllinc un- acco-cesj. agood liaat You'U have ?Sw7unce,miasin spite of the 'faither." "Bat how can I possibly get there in tuner I aemanaeu, in hopeless per fcwity. "Seuire Jones, the chairman of the committee, is hare -with his dose car riage," said he complacently. "And yoa'il find U mighty snag and eemfortable,'' added the little man robbings-nUttaned palms together "Here he is now." - Throogh the flying snovrflakes, could lost discern the dark opaque body drawn up dose to the platform. I stepped into what seemed te me a bottomlsm pit of MarisnssB, guided by by finding myself in a carriage, with well-staffed , and a figure seated opposite. ' "Hera she is aquiraP cried the station- maatM- haaciac the door to. "Vow go ahead, Parkins,'' to the drive, "and' loot let the snow drift under your hones' nwtr There had been so mueU noise and conrasion that I felt awkwardly con soious .that I might have been ad- 1 by the squire without answer ing, and as a silence reigned in the car riage, I said hesitatingly; "I beg your pardon r As I received no reply to the remark, I repeated it, ia a- somewhat loader key. Then I waited i little, and hea ded: , "A very stormy night r SUB I received no acknowledgment a uimfeiiatiosial efforts. I be fem socnsmOt oftteded, bat 1 Jast te Ume to i my rising cfcoler, that Squire Jeaes misOt very possibly be deaf. I eawUal waii get kg weU with deaf Mr voice was clear, ami my distinct; so 1 tried lecturer I The down to the disposition. Pale and broad it indicates ill hea th, evil instincts and a weak en vious disposition. Thick and red, it be trays violence and brutality. The ages throngwl with id ie groups, while up at which events have happened may be 'and down the side-walks continues the told by the points at which they have 'steady stream of fout passengers which -Broadway. Madison Square is brilliant with a thousand lights; the great hotels are 1 . . ireasM t- ef thes nato K sswarlstinh . ' "Bad weather far the 'sBjaamJsaaj (gjf -''' ' i --, miss r said K "d 7W wsnt i K." I aaasV aoaaawhs- mafa tiTfT v TaecMI heard yea bote," said V. ' 0!tver, -llaatke besa the wted ?it:r , Wa-atdeaat-sgarge," " "g,. . ' . Am waitartoi agaaa I begin f thiak I'. tMt1CmmMatmfm ia tks ear- -. we. nuif ilail to serve 7 . fI-Msyfcam4 ae3yet ;r' .fjejaaj fl tjjmn si if til nai r; I-, 1 called before the curtain twice at the end of my lecture; and 1 was en tertained by Mrs. Squire Jones that night, in a little parlor of comfort and luxury. I have never visited Baggsville since. AM l snail never tama of the name without recalling my adventure of that rainy night A Disappointed Policeman. New York Tribune: "Well, that's the woort- liver saw," said Policeman Double X, asb stood mournfully twirl ing his club on a corner on Harlem street at I o'clock one chilly morning "What's the matter offlcerr asked a sympathizing and curious newspaper "Matter enough, xe see, tnerrs a new man at the saloon at the corner beyant, and not k no win' him well I to't I'd hit him easy-like for the furst toime. So I dropped in at the family entrance and sex I to him, Triendly-like ye know: "Could you give me a drink av wether V sex I, winkin' mildly betimes. "Av coorse I win," sez he, handin' me a glass trough the growler . hole. An' phatdo you Unk r It' wux a glass of water. Begorra, phw at soma men don't known would blasht a rock." -,, , She Was Hoest Any way. One of the funniest of Incidents, In which a darkey and I played our parts, was one day not long ago when a judge and his bride from Rochester were riding with me in a Victoria to sea a famous old plantation on the out skirts of Savannah.'-The judge had never teen anyone "toting that is to say, carrying burdens on the head end there all the colored working folks carried basket and bdndles in that way. Noticing the lodge's interest in the custom, and seeing a colored "aunty" ahead with a bundle on bar crown, I "Look, judge! bore's more tbtiag,' Alas! the colored woman heard me. Tea." said aha. "I'sa a totin.' sho' naff i'sa on'y a poo,' hard workin" weeaan, and I has to tote for a livln'; bat Ithank Gawd rsFbonea.' A dont ride te ao carriages, 1 dent lee jist apiatateUa' woman, but thank Uawd I'sa hajsst,'-Jaliaa jtoipn la Chatter. CaltVa noSMsataa UfslTnty. The great Moslem aeraity at Cairo, tem, with Its tOOO pupils its V urofsasets, is the larxast to TlMMtfils have no benehes or stairri, ant ataty, sat, and amep on a er straw mat The kermis far grammar, law. The pro freea rieh fMr4t iwtfaB) iibT marked the line. The shorter the line the shorter the life: and (this is rather startling) from the point at which the line terminates in both- hands maybe accurately predicted the time of death. A break in the line is always illness: if in both hands, there is always a rravs danger of death, especially if the lower branch of the line turns in toward tbs thumb.v Rays across the hand from the base of the thumb always denote worries, and, the age at which they occur is always shown by the point at which the rays terminate. The "line of bead," which is the next great line it extends from between the thumb and forefinaer acrom to the third finger -should be clear and weU closed. without fork, break or ramification Pale and broad, it indicates feebleness or lack of intellect, but if it is long and strong it denotes self control. Tlie third line Is the line of the heart the line sweeping from the forefinger acrom the hand. If it goes right across it indicates excessive affection," result lug in morbid jealousy. If it is chained the subject is an inveterate fhrt. Very thin and bare, it ia the sign of murder. The fourth great line in the hand ia that of fotune, which rises -through the whole hand from the wrist to be tween the second and third fingers. If it starts from the line of life it snows that ones fortune results from ones owndeserta; rising from the wrist, it ia always a sign of good luck. Twieted or ramrod at the baae. it inAfim m luck in early life. Clearly traced, it seldom exists in a hand, but when it is found it is a sign of good health, gayety end success. There exista J course, in every hand lines which do not come under any of these rules, but the expert in cheirosophy has no dif ficulty in reading such by reference to tneir position with regard to the principal lines. Good House kee per. Emperor William's "Uncle.11 It is said that the extraordinary de ference and regard shown by the Ger man Emperor William to King Christ- tian, who is old, poor, dull, and of no political consequence, is due to the fact that ten years ago, at the castle of Rumpenheim. in Hesse, on occasion of some meeting of potentates, v n? n, aiaul"Suo had accompanied his grandfather as heir presumptive and showed himself heir presumptuous as well, was severely snubbed by the assembled royalties, with the single exception of "the beauteous majesty of Denmark," who declared that the lad had the marking of a great man in him and treated him with an effect! ocate politeness and assumption of equality which won the heart of the youngster, who has ever since called his defender "uncle." Harper.s Bazar. The Fire Kacape and the Vine Very foolish to cling to me. Sup pose an accident were to happen, where would you be? Torn, trampled, crushed under hurrying feet Look at those sunflowers. They stand on their own stems, they da Catch tyiem stick ing their saucy yellow heads between my bars; not much! 1 like independ ence, I do." Thus spake the Fire Escape. '"How hard hearted you are," mur mured the Vine, flinging an tendril lov ingly about the upper railing. Ml was born so," replied the Fire Escape, grimly. "And how cold," continued the Vine. My nature," growled the Fire Escape. "But I lore you," whispered the Vine, "because you are so strong and so tall and such a help to me! When 1 was a little thing, and a stranger in this street, I looked up and saw you, great and dark reaching almost to the sky. Ah! yon looked so terrible, and, you will pardon me, so ugly, that I was frightened at, first; but then it was pleasant and restful to lean against your mighty frame. I quite myself up to it, and grew and grew, and. budded and blossomed, till, aa you know, the passers-by stop in amazement, saying: How beautiful that Fire Escape looks!" "Still ouri is not a suitable union," persisted the Fire Escape. "I have a great mission to perform; lam here to save human life. Yon should have cast your lot te with some nice country cottage not a coarse old tenement like me." ' Lava, gasta whither it fa sent," sighed the Vine meekly, and clung That night a woman with a babe at bar breast dropped a li gated lamp. Fleams darted here, there, sverywhere; hungrily, gloatingly. People ? madly fron their poor pnrsiiailoni from the wliidowa. CAgteaa rattled: through the Simla, Brava men ensaed the swiy Fire beapa, ami carried ehU- its of rnsaa'l strsasBt rJMkjsjtrafbeJidtaf. Mora MtoanalBm Th Fire Kseapo stood ird tad dark, bat the poor, MlssxitofbBaTiatUi WsaieshM totDiBTsuf.8 Now. will not diminish much before raid night The crowd upon the pavements and in the hotels is frequently aug mented for a few momenta by persons having theatres in the vicinity during the entr'acte for an airing, refresh ments or cigars. The crowd on promenade is a motely one, composed for the most part of well dressed men and women, and from the animated tones and gestures. the gay jests and light Uughter, dis tinguishable above the steady tramp of feet, the r tiling of cab wheels and the jingling of car bells, one might think that care rested lichtl on the shoulders of the most who are here. Among the crowd of busy talkers, thoughtless idlers and devotees of pleasure walking at a lelsu ely pace and with a thoughtful air, comes a man who) genius has already made his name a household word in many lands. It is Geoffrey Vail the artist The handsome, scholarly face, with its deli' cate white complexion, its large, soft, black eyes and sweeping black mous tache which fringes bis sensitive mouth, bis graceful carriage and the plain but faultless style of his attire, stamp him easily as a man of superior tyjie even to those who do not recognize in the lone individual the well kuo An figure of metropolitan life. Above the jorgon of sounds in the streets rise occasionally from a side street the tones of a piano-organ ac companied uy ine voice or a person singing some Italian songs. The artist pauses for a moment to listen to the pathetic ring of this voice, and as be approaches is struck by the appearance of the singer. It is a young girl, about sixteen years of age, with a Madonna- like face touched with a look of most exquisite sorrow. Is it possible that the coarse-looking Italiau yonder can have any connection with this lovely child? It is not of tins the artist thinks as be lingers, throwing coin, into the old man's bat It is of how that lovely fa e would look on canvas. Suddenly the girl sees his ardent gaze. and her eyes droop to the grou.ulfe k"cuTof fit the "tirst blush of iuiirise mantles ber cheek. The artist is yet more charmed, although be diverts his gaze, still following the couple from street to street Finally the organ ia closed up, and the two performers prepare to go home. Geoffrey Vail approaches the Italian as he is about to go home and touches him on the shoulder. Is it your daughter?" he asks point ing to the girL The man nods his bead. "1 am an artist and would like to paint her picture," said Geoffrey. The man shook his head iu disap proval. "If you will allow her to come to my studio everyday for a month I will pay you liberally." "How much ?" asked the man, gruffly. "One hundred dollars," answered the artist, after a moment's hesitation. "She will earn more than that with the organ." "Then we will say two hundred." Tbe man's greed was satisfied, and he consented to the terms. ' "When shall we commence?'' "To-morrow, If It suits you," said the artist "Very well, answered the man, and Geoffrey handed him his card. Geoffrey turned homeward, with his discovery. For a long time he bad meditated painting a series of pictures representing the emotions. "Hera is my 'Angel of Sorrow' iaeal ized already," he said to himself, as he pursued hit way through the still crowded thorough-fare borne. The pretty Italian found Geoffrey Vail in his studio awaiting her visit on the following day, The strong light in the studio, where the curtains were purposely drawn back, revealed to the artist that he had not been oeceivsd with regard to her appearance. Tbe face was delicate, re fined ana inaescnuabiy sad. She had evidently put on ber best clothes - a dress of some soft black staff and a shawl of the same sable hue wrapped round her head and shoulders. Too have posed as a model before ?' asked Geoffrey, notelng the artistic ef feet of this simple costume. "Ho," said the girl, "never before." wnar is your namer asked the attn Cowroelo." . COasncso, repeated the artist, "and yoalookinoonsoubie.'' The girl did not understand his re- vw. wi eyes w uponnim wraaerly. Wall, Censuek), we must make the beat of oar Ume," said tbe artist "Come I wfX atrasigo 7u I whh you to sit," Mi heetaoed a chair for her, arrang lag with some car ber attitade and do your "too do not feci timid. Geoffrey, kindly. Oh. no, BMWtred tbs girl, looking at him with wonder again. It was In conceivable to her that she should fee! timid la his presence. The erave gentle fie of the artist had won her confidence completely, Accustomed to rough looks and some time blows, the chill seemed in the atmosphere of this elegant studio to breattte the air of paraduie. Hut the look of sorrow did not leave her face; it wa5 too deeply imprinted there. Geoffrey was soon busy with his pen cil. An artist, his soul was in bis art To Uim the animate beauty was only a stepping stone to the inanimate, every thing lovely created that it might l copied on the canvas and immortalized. Consuelo's sitting was not along one. He thought it best not to tire her too much the first day. and at the end of the third hour rose from bis easel and thanking her. dismissed her till the morrow. "You will come again, won't you ?' said Geoffrey. The girl's look answered him. For the urst that she could remember Conseiielo went to her uii;ra'jle home happy. A new vista had beti opened toher. She had caught the glimpse of another world, with which she seemed to feel a strange kinship. How gladly those days glided by while the "Angel of .Sorrw," half real and half the creation of the artist's superb fancy, grew upon the canvas. The last sitting came. Artist and model were to part Geoffrey, who had grown familiar with the child, took her hand in his own when he b;uie her adieu. Sudden ly Consueio burst into tears. The artist himself felt unexpecte iy find strangely moved. Even to him the parting seemed painful. Why? Alind egotism! unknown to himself he had learned to love. Only at this crisis did the truth dimly dawn upon him. Hut why these tears of hers? strange infatuaton! Then the child must love him also. IShe then turned away to weep. "Consueio," lie said gravely, '-come Conseulo came at his bidding "Look me straight in the face," "i cannot," she sobbed. j "Conseulo, why do you weep?" The face eould be doubted no longer except by the blind. "Consueio, would you like to stay here al waws to be m wi fe ? he said rather nervously, half frightened him self. The girl looked at him and seemed to make some Biidden resolve. Withdrawing her han t from his, she wiped her eyes, and then without an ther word or look tied from the studio. hhe Is frightened, but I must follow Iter, saiuuie artist How soon she hVl become inQnately precious to him! Hd hastened to the door, but no trace Of (,QB3tMlc.w'IA ..TV (irtUtHU to reflect He did not know even her address. The Italian had already called for his money. How should he find her? What strange impulse had caused her to turn and fly so suddenly ? It was inexplicable, but he must find a key to the mystry. How? Would sho not return to her old avocation, accom panyingthe organ? If he searched the streets for a few days he would soon iind her again. Hut days, weeks and months rolled by, and no trace of Conseulo or the Italian rewarded his anxious search. So his passion died away into a vague and hopeless regret Nothing remained of Conseulo but the blending of her beauty with his own dreams iu the picture. So he devoted himself with renewed ardor to his iavorite pursuits. The "Angel of Sorrow" was completed; extravagant offers were made for it, but the picture wag not for sale. Money could not buy it Jt bung in the artist s own studio his greatest achievement and many wondered as they gazed upon the sor rowful face whence came the inspira tion for it Geoffrey Vail received many visitors at his studio. Wealthy patrons and personal friends brought others often to see the great artist's work's aften sadly interrupting him when he wished to be alone, but courteously recei ved. l'ive years had gone by since his brief love dream had lu sudden birth and tragic finale. His gentle face had grown gentler, mid perhaps a tinge of sadness crept in between the hand some lines; but he had little to com plain of so far as success was con cerned. He is busy In his studio when nm cuners are announced. They are for. OeofTrey glanced careless! v at the card ami, Hi.d not recognizing the nam. i ' himself, but Suddenly WnMOWatlon-i vedat "It Is r.r "fi ' ral I rttugy "list, J wot it him J "On no artist even the most never care to go." "Which means that vona,, to sell it," replied the vi1101 The artist bowed In aeoutL. "And did you ever s,, rj ilfwsTsnmt a if iaI 1 Itor, adding: "Pardon me, H DunMM in inniiiniirs- H ' i i have seen one," replied u . -with which this creation J could but feebly compare." . L : I .1 ' ., au ik miu mis ins eve rsce of the lady, who had velL lumuriu: cnea ine artist, ting his visitors for moment lint they were smiling at him antly. m "Pardon me," said he. cied resemblance compelled m. . ter that name." m k The lady approached nearer t J siid softly. The artist looked puzzled Uli plexed. "Surely it is Consutlo pardon rue. vim havfe ,.i , j - v. luanwfl .y name." And he glanced sigiuficJ at her companion. "Ah! and joq no more the 'Angel of Sorrow1 J might now pose for the 'Angel of jj consueio seemed to enjoy his rnJ ity. "And have you not found W The artist shook his head sadly "Pa, this is Mr. Vail," aald UMl bintlnv til hiir mmMminM ...i - vV.u,miiiy, nuuoHM his hand to Geoffrey with a ulJ smiin. "You are wondering what U weans, Biiiu KlIlSLieiO. a n emiiiJ but it is a long story: papa will you while I look at some plot, around the studio and if you wuh repeat the question which you u me no Umt a ... v h'r-'i 1 never swered, rciKia. .t to u.ui " The story was briefly told. consueio bad been kidnapped frof her home in Italy and shipped toW lorn. After many years she had w traced and returned to her oamJ ... r he had fled from Geoffrey presence biJ a..,, a a , . . , mil d nniiameu 01 ner mtmuie on ana parentage, believing the j.adn I... . . w uo hit lamer, ana uaa ueen resci immediately after. Such a story could have but one quel a happy marriage. It was sureajy a happy one, and su afar Geoffrey commenced the twin picture, having found in his beloved wife suitable subject for his celebrated artis tic creation, "The Angel of Joy." A Iluttle lictwccn Doctors. A 111 x ... -niuiougn me matter has been to s great extent kept secret, a battle be tween homeopathy and allopathy has enriet'.a of Flanders precisely similar I to that which occurred at the com mencement of Lord lieaconfleld's fatal lllnesi Her mother, who is an ardent homeopath 1st, called In Dr. JlarUuy, the head of that school of medicii and all the eminent orthodox physi cians declined to meet him in consults. tion. The attitude they assumed ne cessitated the summoning of a provin cial practitioner by telegraph, and las given a wondcriul opportunity to i young and able military doctor, wbj considers obedience the first duty of iiis calling London World. about to excuse cusirigos his mind. ins visitors are shown h.tA n, DVUUIU, 1 Bciiueinan refined and A.ti guisl1edinap,arance,andalady,me Uotffrey bows nolltelv .a ; :r"Ule',1 bounced. ..uwuiHu, speaking in French anolfw .i.-. . B. '""en, r "' vueir intruiion, and asks lf. work, and the ladv i. '? -red the artisf. her common towards ,,PS i. iur MMtnm ITiiniiiu ms can beuithssat r Did Not Want Freckle. A handsome young woman, who ii well known for her philanthropy and who devotes a great deal of her home to making light the burden of poverty which other folks bear, recenUjr found a family worthy of her aasistiuce. It consisted of a mother and several chil dren, tiie eldest a girl of 30 jari, wretchedly dressed. The young wojiimi civit about and finally secured a po sition in a wholesale candy store fur the glrL The Balary was fair, tbe hours were not long, and all the girl had to do was to pack candy. She accepted the situ ation gladly, and the young woman left the family feeling that she had p'aced the girl in a position to earn enough money to support them. About two weeks later she called at the tenement where the family lived and was surprised to find tbe girl at home. "Why, what's the matter T he akeL "Are you not working today ?" "No, ma'am," was the reply. "I'm not working at all" "When did you leave your place' "Lost week." "What was the matter? Didn't they pay you enough money V "Oh, yes, ma'am, the wages was all right It wasn't that" "Was the work too heavy for you?' "No, ma'am, the work was light enough." The young woman began to feel Tery uneasy. She dreaded what might fol low. But aba fseed the situation bravely and asked: "Were you not treated right, then V "Oh. ves. ma'am, thev nut me to work in an alcove near a ninny window, and the sun came Iu nearly all day, and I was afraid I'd get freckled, so I left" New York Herald: EtnelClr went to Europe to get married, did she? Id Ilk. to see tbe man I'd go to Europeto Hand-Without doubt; or Flo1 of Kent C Jr. the Cm. Q the .tc 'T fiftv-n CyourAust .years in w? -000111311 trn I Hit i r re te tati' ktbe pi Catnyt a rJ too either. Ufaey. 2