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Buf why do I keep Thanksgiving. I)ld I hear you aright, my dear? Why? When I'm all alone In life, Not a rhlek nor a child to be near, John'* folk* all away In the west, Lucy acrosa the sea, And not a soul In the dear old homo .Save a little bound girl and me? It does look lonesome, I grant It; Yet strange as the thing may sound. I'm seldom In want of company The whole of the merry year round — There's spring when the lilac blos soms, And the apple treea blush to bloom. There’s summer when great inotbs Bit and glance Through the twlllght’a stur-Iit gloom. Then comes the beautiful autumn, When every fragrant brier. Flinging Ua garlands on fence and wall, Is bright as a living fire; And then the white, still winter time, When the enow lies warm on the wheat, And I think of Ihe days that have passed away, When my life waa young anil sweet. I’m a very happy woman Today, though my hair Is white, For some of my troubles I’ve overlived. And some 1 keep out of sight. J in a busy old womun, you see, my dear, Am 1 travel along life’s road. I’m always trying as best 1 can To lighten iny neighbor's load. That child? You should think she'd try me? Docs she earn her bread and salt? You’ve noticed she's sometimes ludo lent. And Indolence Is a fault; Of course It hi, but the orphan girl Is growing as fast as she can, And to make her work from dawn to dark Was never a part of my plan. 1 like to see the dimples Flash out on the little face. That was wan enough, and still enough When-first she came to the place. 1 think ahe’II do. when she's older; A kitten .is not a cat; Awl now dkat I look at the thing, my hear, I hope she’ll never he that. I'nt thankful that life Ih peaceful; 1 should Just he sick of strife, If. for Instance, 1 had to live along' Like poor Job Slocum's wife; I'm thankful I didn't way “yes,” my dear— What saved me I do not see— When Job, with a sprig in his button hole, Onre came a-courtlng tne. I'm thankflil I’nt neither poor nor rich, Olnd that I'm not In debt; That I owe no money I cannot pay, And so have no call to fret. I'm thankful so many love me. And that I've so many to love, Though my dearest und nearest are all at home, In the beautiful land above. I shall always keep Thanksgiving In the good-old fashioned way, • Ami think of tile reasons for gratitude In December, und June, and May. In August, November, and April, And ihe mouths that come between; For Ood Is good, and my heart Is light, Ard I'd not change place with a queen. -Margaret R. .Sangster. THANKSGIVING STORY , r~p T was ThankHglv I ln* ev,,nln«,n -- uu ujr r I»AS11 bleuux river,In the northern part of the liailger state. After a dinner such as can only he got ten up in camp, we hail sealed our celves about the lire und were In dulging In atortes. Finally one of our number, u young man. remarked that the day was always one of thanksgiv ing to him. and lu explanation of this remark, related the following story "I had been out three days with a parly of Chicago people, and on the •lav In quest tan we were camped about thirteen miles away from even a game warden, and I ■ an say we had phenomeually good luck li was the open season for d«rr. and «« had al ready killed two One bucks The day had been a busy one In camp. In mak ing preparations to mote down stream perhaps tan mile* or more htv In Icutlon had been to move In that dire. tl»n early In the afternoou in a light canoe. Just to get on to the lay of th< laud Heavy, leaden clouds had hum low all day and everything acted Hk« HO# , f those tale electrical storms iha often pass through the aoi haeat a< • gentle reminder that Wa had one Iasi chance of bidding good by to India! aarnmet Had the • eat bet not .testae | at hi bate rhaaged my mlad tbmi makiug the mova I did make last lag laetruc-lkMsa that we would all atari tg Ike early hour* nf maraiag I weai •Iowa to the shore aad stepped tatu mt ,,*#»* I had with aw my usual sup ply of matches aad other la« ideals Is Yha moos shoas out au»iearty over thi rippling ••*•! iha* I did net mlad ihi forebodtags of ram that aarged me I dtd u«t ihtah it was ae.eeeari t« taht g heavy .either Hi* aad euaaattueaiIj neglected doing It, but I bad with me a couple of good revolrers. "I pushed the canoe from shore, and in a few minutes was gliding over the rippling waters of the Flamhleaux.with no care of what the Journey might bring. For over half an hour I kept my course down the river. The moon had shone brightly until then, and was only occasionally hidden by a few dark clouds. A cold wind came up from the northeast and then 1 had some fearo of the storm that had threatened all day. The clouds came thick and fast and with them rain, at first onlv a few drops, hut finally an Icy rain which was driven by the terrible force of the wind. With the storm came lightning and I non saw It would be folly to go further. I endeavored to turn my canoe toward shore, hut the storm had changed Into a young tempest, and to stay long on the waters In that craft meant death. I drifted on ut a fearful rate, and I ulso noticed that the cur rent of the river seemed swifter than I had noticed it before. "While thus engaged a new sound fell upon my ears. It was a dull, deep rour, and every moment It seemed to increase. The water flowed more swiftly, and the roaring ahead of me became deafening. I knew too well what It was. My boat dashed madly forward, and I was entering rapids. How large they were I did not know, for the country was comparatively new J I HUNG ON WITH BOTH HANDS, to me. I dropped my paddle Into the bottom of the boat and hung on with both hand*. How 1 ever got through alive I don't know for a* I viewed the rapid* the next morning they were the worat. I had ever aeen on medium Hired river*. The foam daahed over me, and my canoe grazed acore* of rock*. Then I beard the roaring far behind, and I found myxelf in tolerably hidooiIi water, but 1 didn't care about running any more chance* that night, and took to the northeast bank, which wa* on my left. My canoe grated on the *and and with a feeling of aafety I stepped in \r fn/tt /in uhtiro “Ah I did ho tli* woods for rod* around seemed to tremble. I knew what It was. The river at fills point widened Into a lake, over the left side of which was a floating island, that Is, a projection of the mainland over the lake The roots of the trees were closely woven together anil a good quantity of soil was packed In between. I had heard many stories concerning these islands, hilt hardly credited them. "1 gathered a good quantity of wood together and started a Are. and sitting down on the wet ground tried to make myself as comfortable at. possible. Overcome by the exhaustion I hud ex perienced I luy down and was soon asleep. How long I slept is hard to any. but It must have been ubout an hour “I wa* awakened, anil gazing about, darkness, yes, the darkness of an Kgyptlan night, met my eyes. A noise, at flrsl very faint, disturbed the silence. It was like that of a crying child, but 1 had heard It before; It was the whin ing of a lynx. I drew one of my re volvers and laid very quid. The noise grew louder and I heard the (lend creeping upon me. My nerves gave way to my first impulse and 1 fired in mi cm m r » «• * • «■* »•«» n nr ih* lUrarthw ul ill* will ml \ m... HI* til l*l*r *U4 that* an* a >|Ukh •prim amt ih« Uj»i III uimm my , ikiwlilwa "dm m4 o**r ** r«ll*4 I fvti ih* •ruumt irambl*. ami *i> antul < r*ah j lulWinl l h» link |oo**n«4 hi* h**l4. pvihapa float f«*r ami I . Iuirlt*4 • U4li about at* M» itaml* uw« in , runtaii »nh n root I «i*ht».| it «u4 ••mi hathanra a*4 Iw«u4 lw h •aawt.l io m* aa *«* Vha •il*n ha naalh m* »#*ai*4 «o hull an4 than nil waa •llll. a rtillaaa* that a** mar* tar IIMa than Jaalh I M*«4 a imII«m«m i In iha aiaiar baaaaih w* *•>) r»n»*"ti I j bara.l tha Irak Wah • •upai animal •>U4I I •auna atyaalf upa«i4 «a4 h» i tiuwhisa ai f**i ■*• lha tuuU ami •taaaa |nuU«4i»| from Ih* >!4a of ih< well, I was soon on earth again. I crawled a rod or so away, and then waited for daylight. "As the first gray light of morning lit the eastern sky I turned my head toward what might have been my grave. It was a circular hole, about ten feet In diameter. I could see the wat er about fifteen feet below. I thought of the lynx and the terrible but just fate he had met. and then creeping to shorn I got into my canoe, and casting one look behind me on that treacher ous shore, 1 turned my back on It for ever. and turned my face toward camp. "This Is my experience of a Thanks giving day that makes the day one of thanks to me - thankful for my life." THANKSGIVING EVE. Hand in hand through the village st rents, As the chill November twilight fell, Two childish figures wulk up ami down The bootblack Teddle and sister Nell. Wllh wistful eyes they peer in thr shops, Where dazzling the lights from the windows shine On golden products from farm and Held, Ami luscious fruits from every dime "Oh, Teddie," said Nell, ' let's play to night These things are ours, and let's sup pose We can choose whatever we want to eat. It might come true, perhaps who knows?" Two little pinched faces press the pane, And plan for tomorrow's*feaat Of dainties their lips will never touch, Forgetting their hunger awhile, at least. The pavement was cold for the shoe less feet, Ted's Jacket was thin; be shivered and said, '‘Let's go to a place and chooie some j clothes." "Agreed!" raid Nell, and away they sped To a furrier's shop, ablaze with light. In whose fancied warmth they placd their hands, And play their scanty garments are changed For softest fur, from far-off lands. "A grand Thanksgiving we’ll have!" cried Nell, "These make-believe things seem al most true; I've most forgot how hungry I was. And, Teddie. I’m almost warm, aren't you?" Oh, happy hearts, they rejoice today, In all the bounty the season brings. Have pity on those who vainly strive To he warmed and fed by Imagin ings! Tmanks'Ji/ini tin r n/KA The old wife sat In the chimney place Talking of days gone by To the Broall granddaughter close at her knee, lCager and bright of eye. "And only think,” she finished, "itear, That sad Thanksgiving morn All that the Pilgrims had to eat Was, each one. five grains of cor-i.” Out from his corner grandfather Put In a quavering word: "You're wrong, Priscilla Ann. you'n wrong. ’Twas six. I've always heard.” "Pshaw, father, you’ve forgotten It. No. child, ’twas only five." "Priscilla Ann, 1 say 'twas six. As sure as you’re alive!” " 'Twa'n’t six!.Twas, too!" “W hy father!" "Well, I ain't so old, I guess. But what 1 know ’twas six!” “Oh ■ laud. What silly foolishness!" "Priscilla Ann!" "Yes. father!" “Six!" The small granddaughter stared. Then, crying, ran away. “There, now. You've got the poor lamb Beared!" "I haln't!" ' You have!” tiers was begun A very pretty quarrel. But that their daughter came iimhaat* To hear and point a moral. "Why. father! mother' quarreling, And on Thanksgiving Hay! And ail about a grain of corn. That's foolish don’t you sayT” The old loips looked abashed. " ‘Twas at*’" * ‘Twas file’ " "Why, no, 'twa* four!" And then It really looked aa though Twould all begin uac* more i 'fill grandma gulping down her wrath fiwld Well, they hadn't many Bui. sake* alive! if they hada't hie. I lu thankful they had any I'lMigtv K Pratt. We rod all ihw social agents lken are in Uli s* unt of ike daily ruotini ul life, m tale is one uf Ik ewe fwlen Parent* whu fail lu cultivate where ev ident ike iMutital gift* of lheir chip drew deprive them aad Ihiouah tksai the coming generation* ut that mural and imvIMstl agency ehhh t» I hall due P H'*y le Horn* men wahe a hlafl at aidiag i their Baht under a kaahei ahea a ptai ■o wants auaid rattit the yoipuaa )e*4 aa well A LITTLE BLACK DOG, LITTLE black dog, running frantically around tho old stone mansion, paused suddenly pricked up hlr ears and listened. Then came a voice. “Here Beautiful! Here I am! Here - at the cellar win dow! Oh, you dar ling dog!” Four small feet pranced and skipped about, while a shaggy little wisp of a tall wiggled and frisked and endeav ored to say: "I simply can’t tell you how overjoyed 1 am to find you. I’ve looked everywhere for you. I really believe I could almost turn myself wrong side out front sheer happiness at seeing you again.” “Come close, Beautiful! But don t you dare to bark a word, 'cause like's not that dreadful, dreadful woman will come and take you away from roe.” At this Beautiful plumped his nose through ihe small opening at the win dow, sniffing violently, and then giving voice to a loud and sympathetic whine. Just then two hands, coming from otit the darkness of the cellar, closed round bis soft, warm body. It was a hard, tight and uncomfortable squeeze, and such tugging and pulling you never saw In all yr.ur days. That the feat • I I .» ..A ..II ..... .....tlflttllf wan ' wun/iiniH m k. due to the fact that Beautiful'* dally breakfaat, dinner and supper rolled In to one meal would not have made a re spectable between-nteal bite. Beautiful, It must be explained, was, like his small mls'ress.a charity hoard er at Miss Jane Smithson's Select School for Young laidles. Suffering similar Injuries, there was between the two a bond of deep sympathy, Onec Inside. Beautiful was given a lender hug of welcome. Then, bolding him closely in her arms, Lura sat down upon a pile of old carpets and pro ceeded to open up her heart. The dog, accustomed to those little secret ses sions, showed his deep Interest by looking up lovingly Into his mistress’ face and endeavoring vainly to bestow kisses thereon. "She says I am very, very bad, Beautiful,'’ Lura explained In soft, whis pers. "She has said that an awful many lots of times, and I'm getting klnd'er 'frald, I am. But honest and truly, you know, I couldn't help It. Honest. I couldn’t, I broke a plate, I Just told her that the plate was all soap-sudsy, and that It slipped right out of my hand qulcker’n 1 could catch It. Oh, Beautiful, you ought to seen her. She got so ma-a-d. She said she'd teach me to break dishes and then talk hack fr> her and then she hit me hard, Just dreadfully hard, Beau tiful" here the dog’s big, friendly eye* looked tenderly Into hers "and then •he put me down here.” A rat ran squeaking across the floor. Beautiful sprung up, stuck irp one ear, and growled savagely. Kura caught hold of him and drew him hack Into her lap. "That’s Just as nice as cun he of you, Beautiful, to say you’ll keep 'em away, hut 1 hadn't finished talking to you. and you know It’s not u hit p'llte to Interrupt. Why, I used to fce as 'frald as anything of rats, hut now when I’m ’frald I Just think what my dear daddy said to me. He said: ’Kit tle daughter. It pretty nearly breaks father’s heart to go and leave his girl, hut she must be a brave and plucky little woman, and he’ll come baak and uever never go away from her again.' “Beautiful,” she said, slowly, “he's a dreadfully, dreadfully long time a coraln’ back to Ills girl.” And then the flood came. It began by a single tear hurrying down a sor rowful little face and descending upon the dog’s satiny black coat. He, feel ing that his little mistress was In deep distress, shared her sorrow by whining piteously and burrowing his nose In the soft little hollow of her neck. For some time they sat thus, the girl sob bing ami crying as if the burdened heart had reached the limit of endur HHK tlAU NKVKtt HUWKD HO IIANO UKKOUK" ant e tint i-ouut no lutiaor t»*a» up tut •lor IU loot uf aorrloa. Hu44outy Uoaullful aiiai«hi>-aoU up proa 1*4 utyalarloualy. ami lh»a aa *umo4 •« air of 4olUut «uo<4lahahlp I,or a •>u4aratuo4 I ho 4roa4ful auw aa im ooaaiaa I ho rollar 4>««r opoao4 auh a iua* ou t a fata poor#4 4oaa into ih» 4arb ; Boaa. ahtl* a abttll tulio pip* I • Pul ibom 4oaa iboro a»4 4tm i to all 4a r about It " At I bat a lit t to ulJ wo a fr»w abuw ! arw aauab a Uoabtl «lto4 with tiro i wul'wiap lobalor*. ab>ttt*<i palafutll | toaa tba at air* ua lit Atlautit tuaal tbaao lobrti moa aa Iba po44io*a > I aboil tab at' ! .ati*4. at* tamitut bar«< toia la •**♦] town and village, and this) one, who was a weekly caller at Miss Smithson's Select School, was a special friend of Lura's. Feeling the humiliation of a prisoner unjustly sentenced, Lura crept back in to the deeper shadows. And then It was that a most unusual and unlooked for thing happened. | With a growl and a bound, Beautiful : broke away, dashed up the stairway, and flew straight at Miss Smithson, clutching his teeth firmly In her apron. I*, was a most undiplomatic perform ance and one quite worthy of the faith ful little friend. Of course Miss Smithson screamed at the top of her voice and fought wild ly. but Beautiful continued the attack with undaunted valor—until Lura and I he lobster merchant took a hand. Then he was forced to desist. "The vicious beast!" gasped Miss Jane Smithson, as soon as she was free to survey her torn, disheveled gar ments. "I have Haiti time ami again that I would not have him around.” Then, turning to the old crippled ven der who was looking dazed and won dering, she said: "I'll gladly pay you If you will take that despicable little nnlmal where I shall never see him ugaln.” Lura stood palsied and speechless. As In u hideous dream, she silently • "SHE BEGAN TO SOB.” watched her one dear companion being taken from her. Suddenly she gath ered courage, clinched her small lists and cried out: "How dare you! How dare you! My daddy gave Beautiful to me! Oh, i hate you, I hate you!” "That will do, my lady,” MU* Smith son replied, tartly. "Back you go In to the cellar; I am unaware of having yet given you permission to come out.” The door fell to with a bang. I,ura * brown curl* barely escaping. A few hot tears of anger came, then Buru rushed to the cellar window, the one through which, but, a short time ago, she had welcomed her dear Beautiful. She had now but one thought and ambition to e«cape and to rescue the plucky little defender of her rights and privileges. 1; was hard work pulling off the rough boutds and the poor fingers I led more than once before the task was finished. Kbe heaped up the old carpets, turd break lug through a curtain of spider webs. scrambled out. Will flushed cheeks and flying curls sire ran across the lawn and down the street to the shore. Mias Smithson's Select School gracsd a little village on l-ong Island Sound. Her anxious eyes hastily and eagerly scanned the groups of small fishing craft that dotted the calm waters of this picturesque arm ct the great Atlantic. At last! She saw them! There they were, the old, bent lobster-mau pulling at his oars, and Beautiful—her own dear Beautiful sitting up as big as you please on the seat of the stern as dignified as the captain of an ocean liner. "Beautiful;” she cried. "Beautl* f ful!" But it was no use; they were too far away. ■; Now if Lura bad been like most girls of 13 or thereabouts she would have gathered up a corner of her pinafore and cried It soaking wet, but you see that wasn't her way. Reverses cre ated energy, not despair, with her. It w as scarcely a moment, before her small ' feet were swiftly currying her down the long stretch of sand to the Ismt house Then she Jumped into a dory, slipped the ours In the locks, and be fore you could say "Jack Robinson” she was in hurried, breathless pursuit of her deur Beautiful. I.ike the majority of children brought up lu towns close t« the arena. I.uru knew how to handle a bunt. Now mol i then she adroitly rounded the bow bf an anchored vessel or sped past a fish erman who. with his loug rake, wan 1 busily digging oyster* from out their sand) mean bed. She hsd never In all 1 her life rowed so hard before, and she ! did not cease her etrougeet efforts for m,Kul ..Hii.il himri In hrt tlsr lis irl «**• a graat Miami wtiaa. aftar awhtlr, rh# 4taroirra4 that aba hail hot only Kainrit la lb* ia»a. but that tbi lobalar min ha<l »t.>|'|n.| tu raal llo« «ht wurba-l, in* lit In* I hr aataa that wart ana ruaalag hrtably ami aglaabtag la a wbltr foata agalnat tba ahlaa uf ib< *l*iry Hh. br*a*4 bar laat aurt Ana I* ami |iult*4 allb all bar aright au4 Biaia Tba* ub. gla4*a*a aba brart | a tuitn4 that brought a thrill uf |u) it bar Marl ami »auaa4 a big luaig It luMtara ug lain bar ibrunt It war iit »n>uul H« b*4 aaag a*4 raanpataar j bar aa>t waa barbiag bt» haggtaatr i arruaa Iba watar Tbara waa a ag!gab Waa It garni' I ; Wa* Vaa. yaa ba ba t gluagaU Im« tba boat a*4 wa* awiiarulag la bar r I War lural 4ug i Coat* Hagattful* t umr iwnmifui' I aba talbwi tba taara trf baggibtta a»«h jug such a mist that could scarcely ■ sec the black head bob Mag among the waxes. Bowing with all her strength, she pulled bravely toward him. Tnere was now but a few yard* be > tween them. She could hardly wait unt# she once more had her shaggy Beautiful close to her heart. Had he | not been the one friend and consolation during a whole miserable year of trou ble? He had almost reached the lioat when j a low, heavy whistle sounded ominous ly near, Lura turned. There, coming l directly toward them, was an ocean steamer. "Hurry. Beautiful. hurry,” she screamed. "We’re In the steamship channel! Oh, hurry, hurry!” She dragged him into the boat, wet, dripping, panting. She clutched the oars and pulled for her life their lives, Beautiful's and hers. The great steamer whistled again. It was beurlng directly down upon them, like a monstrous swimming mountain. Beautiful, scenting danger, crouched to the bottom of the dory and whined dis mally. Lura could bear the steady thump of the proppller, then voices shouted excited warnings. Her strength was fast being exhausted, and her poor, blistered hands gave up the race Just as the towering hull of the vessel swept past a few yards distant. The pilot suluted the little heroine with several sharp whistles, and the passengers, crowded together at the rails, cheered lustily. One man, more excited than the others, rushed fran tlcally across the deck and called to the captain to lower a boat. Bill. Lura was quite unaware of all Ibis tribute to her pluck and bravery. Kor as soon us danger was passed she collapsed completely, and putting her hands to her face, began to sob con vulsively, The ours slipped from their locks and the dory tumbled about as It struck the steamer’s swells, but she did not heed, Bhe failed even to notice that the steamer had slowed down, and that a small boat was being swiftly pro pelled toward her. Hut when a pair of familiar arms dosed about her and the dearest voice In the world murmured, "My little daughter,” she realized the first great happiness of her life, and each could only sob, “Daddy, dadd/,” while Beau tiful, faithful and devoted, showed his Ia.„. .....I I... #.....11.. I.nee/.ui. I . —. .. lug his nose between her poor swollen little fingers. Helen Kollett, To Del ret dinners of M|>r«il, Knglnex used In electric lighting am required to run with great regularity. An Interesting device for detecting, with extreme accuracy, any change of speed In such an engine lx employed In an Kll/.abethport factory. Two metal plates are pierced with corresponding silts and placed one In front of the other so that, when the slits are In line, the spokes of the fly-wheel of the engine ran be seen passing them. One of the plates Is caused to oscillate, by means of an electro-magnet, at such a rate that the two slits are in line every time a spoke Is passing. If there are six spokes III the wheel, and the wheel turns 40o times iii a minute, the movable slit must oscillate 2,400 times (n a minute. If the speed of the en gine is perfectly regular, a spoke will always !«• seen directly in line with the silts; If the speed varies the spoke wll appeal ahead or behind its proper place, according ns the rate of the wheel’s revolution Is increased or dir aslnished. lJftt»l«m In tll« Kliul.ll. A southern man says the daisy was never known In the south until after the war. Now every part of It that was visited by the Union army is cov eted with daisies. "Sherman brought them to us," he said, "and the march to the sea can be folllowed In tho sum mer time by keeping where the daisy grows. The seed Meenis to have lieen transported In the hay that was brought along to feed the horses. This is the only explanation that has ever been made of It." I'lenty of Twlirra In Hrlgliini. There are 10,sot) teachers in the diminutive kingdom of Helgiunt. HOW THEY ARE USED., The lower grade of molasses, which Is unsalable, is used as a fuel. It Is spihikled over the sugar cane Croiu which the Juice is extracted, and when put in the tire bums with a strung heat. One httudred thousand tuna were used lust year. Waste pieces uf cork, when carefully cleaned and |Hiwdered, are used as an absorbent tailed sober la. Hurnt cork Is an artist’s pigmout. linoleum wade uf linseed oil aad prwserd cork, la a It.sir coveting and when embossed and I decorated Is I,Intrusts Walton. Silas. the refuse from smelting works alik'li ae<*uiimlaie» at tin* rat* or uni Hull* of Iona a year. Inatrad uf form lu* imnuitalua of waal* u*ar the fur ammo aa It uaml to do. Itaa aatarml talo lit* rwaatrui itaa of road* ami haa b**u mad* lulu Ur Irk a. |tav la* aloa* Ilia* and railway »l*#p*i* III" II** nmT* which hair Imthrrvti ; faraiar* a ad I boa* who hai* ilearod away land hai* luru*d out iuimm of wvallh largwood mmi yi»ld au t a el |l*» dye. aad thoa* ludauir reuo*h ia hai* waal* lead ro««r*d with l<* I w*«*d *iaa»|M era makiaa umhm.i Moot* | af welaur ir*»a ar* of «atu* wh*a • ai | ami eaw«d aad iura*d lain tueily | fV In h IIIMO Mu k»a ataaa and lh* a*»t« Immu ••**» for am »* are h*aywd i.<a*th*r i aad m*M*d down dr****d and «*ul ’ laia bwauiiful •lek* furwia* aa erMft* j **al marht* of dm-«railia d*u«t* |* •*••• ia Mttof tea ha nfcta«a*d whilo ! g»* mat**Ml la tilll warm aad aofi M«*rr rear a raafii af l hum a ad loan a# hr-k.a *laaa m | dim ted la U« [ *«**«* af ta>*d«a