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About Nebraska advertiser. (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 29, 1881)
mmmmttmmrmm immimi " hi mm i v 1' ,i Tlift advertiser. i r - Subicriplion, $,2.00 per Vwr, in Ataere. orni'1,11, iii:tt or tii iw,vt AT THE riOTVlUS-QALLRRY. Wo wont to boo tho pictures, Tojn nnd I, Dpcuuko, In truth, wo both mo fond of art; Ami thou, besides Well, 1 will toll you why: Wo wished to louru oaoh painter's stylo by heart. Wo lingered nil tho nf tcrnoon, wo two, It wu4to ptoastint In tho softened light. Around nnd 'round wo wont, each gem to vlow, And orton almost kneoled for bettor sight. Jndglngbr halting, and long, ongor looks, lly rustling converse with our guldo and friend, Tho cntnlojriio hnd seemed tho book of books, And llfo a strotch of paintings to tho end. l'ldturo by picture, page by pngo, wo wont, Dubbed this 0110 " perfect," and that other "poor;" You novor saw two critics so Intent. I don't know what folks thought of us, I'm sure. Yet, do you know? somo things drive othors out: If you had nskod mo cro another dav About tho picture on thoo walls, I doubt It 1 had known a Hlnglo word to say. In fact, thatovonlug, In our hotnoward walk, Wo settled much concerning Tom and mo, And not ono word was sulil, In nil our talk. Of pictures or of painters don't you oco? Hiuver'x llazur. SAM SIMSIUIY'S TENSION. For nioro than two years it was the joko of Bloomington Center that bright hope, that idle dream, Unit foiul, delusive fancy, known as "Sam Spor ry's Ponsion. Thu wits who congregated in tho bar room and grocery of the Bloomington Centor Post-ofUco somctimos litul onlyu sad consciousness of lutility in their host efforts; thu column of facetiic in tho local newspaper frequently pullod on tlie senses; but Sam Sporry's lank and stooping figure sis ho descended faithfully, twice every week, from lus lone homo on tho distant mountain, to "learn the news from Washington," bore with it an aroma of never-failing interest and diversion. "Any 'ficial dokkormonts arrived for mo?" Sam was accustomed to inquire, on entering tho Post-otlioe, with an air of ill-coucealed consoquenco; and on being answered in the negative, tho look of sudden surprise and incredu lity which overspread his features was always as fresh and real as it had been during the first six months he had un dergone Jho blow. His recovery was as complete and instantaneous, when, seated on the counter with tho "boys," he derided tho very existence of his proud Nation's capital in terms of tho most reckless sarcasm, or, in a softer mood, induced by certain grateful po tations, palliated tho weakness of olll cial judgos with a forbearance which his listeners found oven more irresisti bly entertaining. "They think they're comin' it over me, down there to'Washington," Sam observed on ono ocension, rolling his eyes upon his near neighbor on tiic counter with a look which was dark without menace, and at tho same timo forcibly introducing tho sharp point of his elbow to that gentleman's ribs "thoy think they're comin' it over mo, down there to'Washington. And till tho time they're hangm' oft' about my pension, what's accumulatin' down there? what's aceumulatiu?" Hero Sam's companion was actually obliged to more an inch or two away in order to escape tho too sorcro emphasis of that emaciated elbow. " Back pay!" chuckled Sam: "that's what's accumula tin' back pay! Let 'em hold oil' ton or a dozen years longor, and I'll bo swim min' in ba-k pay I'll bo fairly wal lerin' in it." With which the deeply confidential sispoct of Sam's face changed to a triumphant simper, and, turning to nudge another companion (as ho sun posed) on his right, ho inadvertently thrust his elbow through tho wrappage of a largo parcel of sugar, tho contents of which were scattered over tho grooory floor. Sam's expression of dismay was piti ful. "Havo it chargecHo your back pay, Sam" criod uu uproarious. though cheer ful, voice. Sam took up tho cuo, and over after that his descent from the West Mount ain, which had boforo been significant of a small invoice of skunks' fur, blue berries, and tho like, at tho Blooming ton grocery, missod tho hampering weight of tlioso hardly-acquired pro duets, and Sam's business transactions at tlio counter tho understanding boinggood between thogroeor and tlioso jolly Bloomington boys were rounded by a regally careless: "Chargo it to pension, Ned rog'lar pension or back pay, I don't care which." Karoly, very rarely, Sam really did fih'd'a'document waiting for him at tho Post-ollico, marked with thomystorious seal of tho Department of tho Interior, and opened it with fingers of trembling expectation, only to find a printed sheet of painfully wbri'ed statistics, to the ef fect that ' besides tho two hundred and ninety thousand lillod claims, oth ers woro constantly being entered, but ' that iu duo timo eacli would rocoivo careful consideration," etc. His first heat of dosperato indignation yielded later to tears of unaffected sentiment, as ho murmured: "l'onsion! I guess so, boys! tho grass 'll bo growing over my grave boforo J seo any ponsion," and 'later still to smile andhopo again. Tho gunshot wound in his right hand upon which Sam had based his claim on tho National bounty was of small no count compared with tho harm which lie had suffered, both in body and soul, from tho soldiers' camp lifo, tho South ern marshes and tho Southern prisons. "I don't know what Sam might 'a beon, orwhathomightnot'nboon," vxul ' Judge Holcomb, aprospormis citizen of Hloomington. "Pon my lienor, boys, ho irgnn uncommon bright, though ho wa'n't never what ve'd call portick'ler tough or long-winded. But I can tell yo ono thing, Sam Sporry wa'n't novor tho same man after he come out o' thai Southern prison." Even attor this asseveration 1 do not know that any of tho frequenters of tiio Hloomington bazar remarked that thu boyish head on Sam's bent shoulders, with its rings of close-curling light hair, was of a Byronio cast, or that his oyos, when not filmy from tho effects of aguo or rum, woro of such a perfect, and heavenly bluo as is seldom so.tin iu tho undimmed orbs of children. Sam was their Punch, their by-word, their the-ator-comiquo; thoy would havo paid twice tho price of his lordly though pru dent negotiations at the counter rather than miss tho zestutlordod by his semi weekly appearance. With a touch of real pity, too, porhaps, for their old comrade, thoy cajoled with him in his forlorn liopo, encouragod in him at all times tho freest expression of Ids sen timents, Mattered him and regaled him. And often, alas' tho foot which had como shulll'mg down tho mountain awkwardly enough and loosely enough, rotracod thoir stops iu it still more desultory nnd un certain manner, and chance passers-by havo told how Sain, pausing at length by somo way-side fence, frequent ly nudged tho post with his elbow, as though having just committed to it somo gravely confidential or facetious remark. There was ono person whom Sam's weakness and derelictions failed to in spire with appreciative mirth. Jn the neighborhood of Sam's house on tho mountain tiiero woro two other homos. One was possessed bv Isaac Travers with his belligerent wife and numerous small children; in the other Mary Ellsworth dwelt alono with her mother. Years ago, Sam and Mary had gone down hand in hand to tho school kopt iu tho little, hamlet at tho foot of tho mountain. Mary still keeps tho grecn cororcd "speller" iu which slio and Sam studied thoir los3ous together. And thoy wore' at tho head of the class always, tho mountain boy and girl always at tho head of tho class, and always' first and most imperious in play; Mary small, brown-eyed, sliurp-wittod, and Sam handsome and tall, with his cherubic curls and snuoy roil lips. Then Sam's parents died, and ho went ovor to help John Ellsworth in his mill, and tho work prospered under his strong, blithe hand. And as tho days passed by, Sam and Mary shrank coyly away from tho affect ionato intimacy of thoir childhood, and ended by falling as deeply in lovo with eaeli other as though thoy had now for tho first timo exchanged glances across tho rapturous bounds of manhood and maidenhood. Thoir lovo, having such tendor root iu tho past, sent out bright branches of hope for tho future, and was as strong as lifo with thorn both. Mary would havo borne anything for Sam; and Sam, who was of a "quick and impetuous na ture found his equilibrium in tho sweet firmness of Mary's character, and adored her for tho loving sarcasm with which she rebuked his pot faults such bright and captivating faults as Sam's were then. bam and Mary woro ongaged when tho war broke out; and the two men of John Ellsworth's housohold wont away, and tbo two wouioii waited iu thoir sol itary home on tho mountain, cheered oy letters at first; afterward thoir only hope lay in somo chance re turning figure along tho road that came winding up from tho villages below. John Ellsworth novor catno .back along that doar familiar road; and when Sam returned ono dav, weak, ague-shaken, demented, but still fondly, foolishly faithful, Mary, called of God to onduro this greater sorrow than any doatli could bring, spent tho solitude of ono black night in terrible rebellion, and whou tho morning dawned, laid her broken heart at the foot of tho cross, and rose with a calm "I will for ovor moro." Sam went back wondoringly to oc cupy tho long-deserted home" of his childhood; but it was Mary's hand that brought him broad and meat, that made his bod, and swept tho floor, and fur nished Ids poor homo with ovorv com fort. Sam know that it was all changed somehow. The tongue once so win ning! v sarcastic was now ovor too deeply compassionate. Ho sorrowed ovor it with tho raguo sorrow of a child. But ho trusted Mary. She know; sho would sot it all right in time. Tho light, tho hope, the promise of li is youth, so helplessly, so mysteriously lost thoy were all kopt waiting for him somewhere in Mary's great dark eyes. But when Sam came tottoring up tho hill, on his return homo, ho had brought with him a parcel tho contents of which Jio had not revealed to any oyo. It contained his wedding clothes, now and sleek, ot tho finest black broadcloth. In tho pathetic loneliness of his homo he acquired the habit of fondling those, of gloating ovoi: tliom, ovon of trying thorn on before tho glass; and thou, as ho stood in his host mood, witli his bonny hair carefully curled, ono never saw so sweet and weak a face. Sam longed yet over hesitated to appear bo foro Mary iu these splendid habiliments. That strange trouble on his mind deterred him. Ho was novor so shy, so conscious of his lost estate as whon in "Miss Mary's" presence novor withal so strangely happy and contont. Ono evening as ho sat boforo her, tho wed ding garments ho had loft at homo filled all his thought. "I--I novor cared for any girl but you, Mary," ho oxolaimed abruptly, with a spark of tho old lire in his eyes. "I I never cokW." ' "No, Sam." Mary answered, gently, " I don't believe you ovor could" "You- you promised ,to marry mo once," said Sam, that brief lire chang ing, for another instant, to a look of solemn wonderland reproach. A deathly in.llor crept ovor Mary's face. Then sho camo close to Sam, and laid her hand on his. and looked into ids oyes with nil tho boautiful tender ness nnd pity of her deeply trlod soul. "I shall always hb truo to you, Sam," sho said. "Thoro tiro some tilings wo can't undorstand. Wo must bo pationt. But that what wo hoped for once now in this world thai, dear Sam, must novor bol" "Yes, Mary," Sam answerod, swoot ly obedient, thrilled through and through by the touch of her doar hand, "that must novor bo." And ho repeat ed tho words'simply all tho way homo: " That must novor bo." It was all right, somehow. "Mary know." But ho folded tho wedding clothes and put them away that night as ono who should novor need to take thorn down again. After tliis tho ruined lifo clung still closer to that strong and patient ono, and tho little services which Sam was accustomed to perform for Mary, whon not suffering with the aguo, or following after tho fond hal lucination of his "ponsion" tho fetching of wood and tho drawing of wator those lost to his poor, ador ing mind every baso and menial qual ity, and woro like tho offering of a de votee laid tremblingly at tho loot of an angel. And tho timo passed all too swiftly for tho work of Mary's hands. Be sides her ministrations to Sam and her mother, her generous thought for the wrotehod Travers family, the name of Mary Ellsworth, for tho gracious help and sympathy which it implied, was known and loved iu all tho villages bo low; and, in times of sickness or sor row, or added care, tho journey up tho mountain-side was cheap which could procure a day of those coveted serv ices. It was tho aftlictiou of unexpooted company which had overtaken Judge Holcomb' s wifolosshoine aim refractory servants. Mary, with rare firmness, established there in a dav her univer sal rule of peace. Among tho other guosts was a young actress from Now York, tlio Judge's nioeo, blonde, hand some, magnilicent. At evening, as Mary stood, boforo lior return homo, waiting an instant in tlio hall, so quiet and demure, with her dark hair parted in an old, old fashion, and lior sad, lustrous oyes and her face breathing that inoll'ablo refine ment which tho calm endurance of somo hidden and exalted sorrow alono can givo, tho dashing young actress ad vaueod upon her suddenly, and folded her witli an impetuous gesture iu her strong wliito arms. "I lovo you!" sho whispered. "I lovo you! I lovo you dosporatoly!" Tho ,Ii udgo's own wooing was less im passioned, when, some weeks after ward he left his smart horse and buggy at Mary's gate, and entered tlio house. "1 formed a very fav'rablo opinion of you, Mary," said this grandiose person age, "a good many years ago, and l'vo noror had any cause to alter that opin ion. In fact, I como in hero to say that I should like to havo you como down to my houso in the capacity of a wife." Thero was a grace, a perfect solf-roli-anco. in Marv's old-fashioned manner, which relieved it from any imputation of stillness, as she answered, in much tlio samo words that she had used in ad dressing Sam some timo boforo, but with suoh a different tone in tlio ring of lior doar voice: "I thank you, but Hint can novor bo." And tlio Judge drove away, amazed and disappointed, but, most of all, sorry for Mary. Sam was the next caller. Ho had seen tho smart buggy at Mary's gato He entered, timid and hesitating, and sat for some timo shifting uneasily about in his chair. At length: "I I novor eared for any girl but you, Mary. I I novor could," ho repeated, ear nestly. And Mary answerod, as sho had done before, " No, Sam, I don't believe yo ovor could." Sam drew his sleevo quickly across his oyes. "You you ain't goin' to leave the old mountain, Mary?" Never!" Mary answorod, "and, as bo foro, her tone quieted and consoled him. After what soomod a long timo, though tho tears woro still standing iu am s bluo oyes, " I forgot, Mary," ho said, meekly. "1 camo in to say you're young yet, and handsome, Mary and if you had a better chance -I don't know what I what wo should do without you but if you had a bettor chance -jou you mustn't you know Mary" Thero ho paused. Mary did not smilo, but her heart yearned ovor Sam as a mothor's might ovor a child who lias tried in vain to bo good and bravo and unselfish. And Sam went away comforted. It was tho third bleak winter since Sam's return to tlio mountain, "and lie meanwhile growing weaker and sillier with oaoh successive season, but ever faithful in his inquiries after his pen sion at tho Bloomington Post-ollico. Tlio Bloomington boys thought it a rare joko to impress 'upon his mind that tho only roason why Miss Mary de ferred giving him hor hand in marriage was Ids continued inability to obtain ids ponsion. "Jest wait till you got your pension, Sam," said Ned Hemingway, tho store keeper, delicately hintiug on this point, "and then seo!" And Sam doubted utterly at 'first away down in his heart doubted alwiJys; but as ho lout himself more and more to tlio orratic fancy, it fired and con sumed his brain. One night, from the nltornato chills and fevers which shook his framo, Sam fell asleep. Instead of his lone, dark room, tho road winding from tho mountain to tho village rose boforo his eyos. That road, usu ally so tortuoiiB and long, was straight and batliod In light, lie trav orsed it. At tho end a palace gato, and at the gate a white-winged angol stood, his ponsion in her shining hand. Sam gazed. Above tlioso peaceful wings was Mary's faco. Sho smiled as sho had smiled upon him long ago. Ho woko, and slept no moro thai night. With tho morning he put on Ins wed ding clothes. No doubt or hesitation possessed him now. Thero was a ter rible exultation iu his oyes. This timo ho did not slop, as was his wont, at Miss Mary's house. Tho road down the mountain-side was tortuous and long. There was no palace gato at tho ontl; no pension. Tlioso who watehud Sam's face in this last Instanco of his ovor-recurrlng disappointment say that a look came ovor it which had never boon thoro boforo. Ho rested on tho counter and drowsed, and almost faint, ed, but ho would not drink. This pro voked unbounded astonishment. Sam's dying flush oravud tho cup with tin aw ful thirst, hut Mary's eyes wore strongor, and Mary's eyes seemed to bo upon him, and ho would not drink. ' It would choke mo, boys," ho tried to say, turning away weakly. He manifested a desire to mako his will. It was a rare occasion at tlio Bloomington grocery. " It's all to go to Mary," ho ox olaimed, excitedly, "ponsion, baok pay and all." Tlio bust llamu of tho fever was lliokoring and wasting in his oyes. He rested and dozed again. At noon ho slartod for homo; at four o'olook bo had travorsod only half of tlio lonely winter road; at the foot of the mount ain it was sunsot ho staggered and fell down. Wo shrink from tlio reeordH of fates so sad, Wo need not fear. Ono greater than wo. and moro com passionate by far, comforts the death of His lambs when thoy fall in tho deso late places. Tho pain in Sam's body eased. Across his mind ilittod a brief trouble. "I wish Mary could know," ho said, "that I wouldn't touch it for hor sake." And later and more solemnly: " I wish Mary could know that I Hoom now to understand. I soum now to seo " An old story lolls of tho prodigal who wandered, and who camo baok to his father's houso; of tho purpose, run ning through all thu weakness and sin, of tho wonder and suffering of our human lives to mako us hungry, and to bring us homo. So, ovor Sam's wasting faco, there crept first tint infinite, unbearable hunger of tho soul, ami thou the quiet look of one whom uou loads homo; and tho blue eyos, piercing now beyond tho light of sun or moon, mot unshrinkingly the shadows of the deepening nignt, and unshrinkingly tho clear gazo of tho solemn stars. And Mary knew. Whon thoy brought Sam home to hor in his wed ding garments, slio looked upon his face, and sho know that tho bridegroom had, indeed, como back, clothed and joyful, to the bride; the lost spirit to tlio strength and boauty of its first es tate. And sho kissed tho dead lips in that last aot of perfect lovo and conse cration, and knelt and thanked (Sod. A few days after Sam's death, Ned Hemingway, ontoring Mary's houso, eitiior lrom curiosity or worthier mo tives, with a stammerod apology, and tho words: "Of course it ain't o' no account, but I thought yo might like to keep it," handed Mary the will in which Sam had devised to hor his pon sion. As lie did this, tlio mirthful grocor cast down his oyes, and blushed to tho roots of his hair. Mary took tlio little parchment, read it quietly, and just tho shadow of a smile played about tho beautiful tenderness of her lips. Then sho turned to tlio grocor, and un consciously transfixed him with lior clear, thoughtful, half inattentive gaze. "I think Sam owed you something," she said. "Oli, no, no," stammerod tho grocor. "That's all right Tho boys Ml soo to that." "I should prefer to have you givo mo tho bill," Mary said; and still tranlixod by that courteously oompollinggazo, the abashod and reluctant grocer complied. Mary keeps the will in which Sam gave hor his pension, with a lock of hair that was always golden and boyish, and thogroon-covorod spelling-book. Some times in tlio pauses of her toil slio can smilo hor tender smile over those, sho can wcop blessed tears over them. But it any ono should say that hers had lieeii a famished heart famished for all the joyful possibilities, tlio wife hood, the motherhood, that might havo boon tho thought would pale boforo tho tranquil glory of hor oyes, There has como to tlio life of tiiis lone watcher on tlio mountain a fullness such as few may know. Tlio autumn winds that speak with thoir low wail of death to tlio dwellers in the valloy land below, bring to her clearer senso sweet mess ages of homo. Harper's Mtujnzinc. m A Good Dessert for a Change Mako nico short dough like pio-crust, roll quite thin, sprinkle on some thinly sliced cooking apples, roll up not too tight, wrap in a thin clean cloth, tio rather loosely, and steam for nearly an hour and a half. Sorvo with, sauce or cream and sugar, as you like best. Mix a pinch of soda in tlio Hour thoroughly boforo tlio shortening. --Tho Upnor Mississippi load Holds include 2.UUO.00O acres 200,000 in Iowa, '100,000 in Northern Illinois, and 1,400,000 in Wisconsin. Tho value of tho gross amount of load produced iu tlio fields since 1820 is about $70,000,-000. FACTS AND FKJUUES.' Florida will semi 20,000,000 or nngos to mtirkot this soason, although thoro woro sovoro frosts last winter. Twenty-live thousand specimens of spider's in glass bottles ' havo been ar ranged by Captain Holdou, ofCinciu- A jiapor mill at IIolyoKo: Mass., mado 21,1)00 pounds pf paper,, in twenty four hours oudnorunehiiietho blggost run on liocord. Tlitf cottolrStalos conmnho 42,232, 21 1 bushels more wheat than they raise, and pay to tho North for wheat, corn, oa'ts and hay $150,000,000 an nually. The magnitude of the cattlo inter est in Colorado may bo inferred from tho fact that, according to a Into esti mate, there are 1,000,000 cattle bolng foil iu the valleys of that Stato, and as yot the business is in its Infancy. Tho relative value of silver and gold, as deduced from the proportion of the two metals, was eight to one from 1 l!)!l to 1680; forty-nino to ono sixty years latorj livo to ono from about 18fl! to 18(10 an average during the whole period of nineteen to one. At tho pres ent time it is about eleven and ivjialf to one. Tho Pullman carshops.at Pullman, near Chicago, have secured the order for tlio passongor train equipment of tho Now York, St. Louis & Chicago road, which, with that of some connect ing roads, make a total of 200 cars, all ot which tiro to be novel iu construction and exterior finish, and models iu many respects. Sidney Dillon, ono of Jay Gould's paitnon), Is about to build the costliest and moU ornate private rosidence on this continent. It is to he oroctod at tho cornorof Fifth avonuo and Seventy sixth street, Now York City, and the houso. with tho grounds surrounding it, will cover thirteen full city lots, four of which Will bo on Fifth avonuo. In 1820 tho third-class receipts on English railroads amounted to loss than twonty-sovon per cont. of tho whole; now thoy constitute sixty-thtoo per cout. Then thirty-two per cent, of tho earnings was from first-class traTllo, now only sixteen per cont. is gainod from tlmt source. Tho decline iu second-class and the increase in third class tratlic lias been partly caused by a practical abolition of second-class ac commodation by loading roads. Tho railway ollloials thought that if second class conveniences woro done away most former second-class travelers would go lirst-olass; as a matter of faot, thoy moved to tlio third-class carriages. In this country tlio oll'ort to drlvo peo ple of small means into Pullmans and palaces, by making second-class cars uncomfortable, in various ways lias boon moro successful. WIT AND .VISDOJI. A pugllst should find no dilllulty In boxing tho compass. Detroit Tribune. It is no use to attempt to put on stylo unless you havo a good gait. Cambridyc 'lYibune. Politicians ought to mako good tele graph repair men. Thoy are nsod to pulling wires Chronicle-Herald. A fashion magaipe says; "Stool trimmings are no longor tlio stylo." That settles it. Lay aside your b'owio knives. Boston lost. Why may a tipsy man fall into the river with impunity?" Because lie won't drown as long as ids head swims. 1'opular Science Monthly. Siueo the wreck of tho Nowark bank the Jamos brothers fool that a greater than them has arisen iu thu land. New 1'orh Commercial Adver tiser. "A.M. it." asks this conundrum: "Why do tho French eat Joss than any other Nation?" Because ono ogg is al ways nn ceuf for them. Huston Tran script. A lady writos that no man will stare long'at a woman who does not stare back. That sounds well; but if slio does not stare baok, how is sho to know whether tlio man has stopped staring or not? Hartford. Times. We liopo sotnothing will bo done to check tlio romantic notion of marry ing men to reform thoni. It will bo im possible to accommodate any more such couples at tho alms-houso, as that insti tution is full. Philadelphia News. "What can I do for you to iuduco you to go to bed now?" asked a Low ell mamma of lior livo-yoar-ald boy Monday evening. "You can lot mo sit up a little longer," was tho youngster's reply. Lowell Courier. Wo regret to inform our fair cor respondent, Mrs. McKallorty of Sloven son street, that after deligont search wo find thoro is no clause in tlio Con stitution of tho United States making it a penal offence for Mrs. O'Hooliluin, whoso back yard is to tlio windward of Mrs. Moll's, to sift ashes while tho MoHalferty linon is hung out to dry. It is just those inexcusable omission to protect tlio most sacred rigliis of our prominent citizens that are slowly but surely bringing about tho downfall of thisallogod Republic. San Francisco Post. In the. market: Young housokeopor "Havo you a calf's head? I think John would like ono for dinner." "Yes, wo have one nicely cleaned. Shall I send it up?" "And havo you any quail? 1 think quail on toast would pleaso him." "Some just in this morn ing." "And let mo seo, a loin of boof. Is it quite season for venison yot?" "No. Shall I send tho calf's head, quail and loin of beef?" "Well, no, I guess not. You can givo mo a half a pound of pork steak." A'ctw Uavcii lie (j inter.