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CHAPTER XXX. -K'ovu.Nur.i...
.Shu mm u little money uiiout her,
small chock received from Miss lleth
erlngton on the previous day; this
would enable her to ward off starvu- '
Mon nt least for a time. In the mean-
ltne she must peek work, and hy that
means sustain herself and her hoy. j
She collected together a few things
which wero necessary for tholr com
'ort, and when her preparations were
made, she knelt by the conch and
woke tho child. The. little fellow
M.'ired at her for a moment, ami then
lie seemed to remember what had pass
ed, and he clung to her In fear.
"Where Is papa?" he asked.
"Pupa Is gone, my darling!"
He looked at her again for a mo
ment, then his little arms stole round
her neck, and he laid his cheek against
lers.
"Poor mamma!" he said.
Marjorlo clasped him to her breast
and sobbed convulsively.
"Ah, Leon," she murmured, "you arc
ill that Is left to me now: and yet por
'i.tps It would be better for you to die!"
.She continued her preparations, and I
when all was done, she still lingered In (
'lie house, as If fearing to lace me
world.
At length she remembered Suther
land, remembered tho pledge to him
and alio resolved to keep It.
Sho would go to him, toll him part,
If not all her story, and ask his ad
vice. She took little l.eon by the hand and
left the house, passing hurriedly
through the streets, until she came to
Sutherland's lodgings.
She Inquired for him, and found to
her dlsmny that ho was already gone.
Ho had left tho rooms on the previous
night and returned to Scotland.
When she first heard tho news, Mar
jorlo felt us If her last hopo had gone
Indeed, aud she niDved away trembling
and almost In tears; but after a mo
ment's reflection she acknowledged to
herself that perhaps, after all, It was
for tho best.
What possible good could have re
sulted from nn Interview with Suther
land? She would in all probability
have brought trouble upon him by
telling hlui her own and she had work
ed mischief enough already to all her
kin. No; she would trouble them no
more, but, with little Leon to comfort
her, she would remain as one dead,
burled In the great city where she had
not .even one friend.
' CHAPTER XXXI.
N K blue rly cold
night early In the
month of Novem
ber, the gendarme
whose duty It wns
to patrol tho Hue
Caumartln sudden
ly espied a woman
with n child In her
arms crouching for
shelter In a door
way.
He stopped, looked at her curiously,
stooped down to look at her more
closely, aud demanded her business
there. The woman stirred, but did
not rise, and the child, which she hold
clasped closely to her, uttered a feeblo
cry. Tho gendarme paused u moment,
then he bout down, took her by the
shoulder, and gave her a vigorous
shake.
This tlmo the woman rose, wearily
and slowly, llko one In physical pain;
and tho child clung to her skirts, and
cried again. Sho lifted him In her
arms, and passed with a slow, totter
ing step down the strcot.
. Sho was but poorly clad for such
weather. Her garments were thread
bare, and here and there they hung In
rags about her, so she shivered and
shrank before every touch of the frosty
wind. Tho streets were dark and al
mciot deserted, save for tho gendarmes
who paced with their measured tread
up and down the silent streets. They
looked at her as she wont by, and
thought of her no more, Sho passed
uK t .until she came to the Champs
Eyll )s; then she turned aside, and,
hiding herself among tho trees, lay
lown on one of the seats.
A faint cry awakened tho woman in
tho morning. She opened her eyes,
and us she did so sho saw the pale,
pinched face of her child turned toward
her, and heard him feebly crying for
bread. With a moan sho threw her
hands into the air and cried:
"Bread, my child; I havo no bread,
and you uro sturvlng!"
Tho ground was frozen and snow
was falling; her hands and feet were
benumbed and her fuco was pinched
with hunger. Sho spoke to her little
boy in French, and not one of those
who had known her In earlier days
would have recognized Marjorle An
nan. Yet It was Marjorlo a starving
woman looking at her starving child.
Two months had passed slnco she
hud left Caussldlero, and ever since
that day her troubles had Increased,
Until now there seemed nothing left
to her but to beg or stnrve.
It was now broad daylight and troops
of worklngmen wero passing along to
their day's labor, women were passing
ulong with heavy burdens, pretty
seamstresses tripping ulong to the
Bhops 'where they served all day; and
In tho open road a stream of country
cartH, laden with produco, was flowing
In from tho town gate.
No one noticed Marjorle, those who
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PRESS ASSOCIATION.
did glance at her seeing nothing to ilttf
tluguish her fiom the other waifs U)
be found In all largo cities. Hut pres
ently sho saw coming toward her a
burly figure, carrying on Its shoulders
a piece of wood, from which depended
two heavy cans. It was tho llgure of
a woman, though one of man-like
strength, who, to complete the mascu
line appearance sported a black mous
tache aud a whisker-like down on elHi
er cheek.
The woman was singing In a deep
man's voice. She was about to pass
by when alio was attracted by little
l.eon.
"A thousand devils!" she muttered
to herself; then, striding toward the
bench, she demanded. "What's the
mntter? Is the child 111?"
Marjorlo looked up and met the
gleam of two great black eyes, bold
but kindly. She could not speak, but
turning her head aside, sobbed again,
"Poor little mother," growled the
stranger to herself. "She Is almost a
child herself. Look tin! Sneak to
me! What are you doing here?"
The tone was so gentle and sympn-
t'letlc, though the voice and address
were rough, that .Marjorle cried In de
spair from tho bottom of her heart-
"Oh, mndame, we have been here nil
night, and my little boy Is starving!"
"Starving the dovll!" cried the
woman. "Do you mean It?"
As she spoko sho stooped down,
freed herself of her load, and rested
her cans upon the ground; then, open
ing one of them, she took out a tin
vessel brimful of milk.
"Sec hero It is milk of the cow! Let
the. little ono drink."
Eagerly and gratefully Marjorle took
the vessel and held It with trembling
hnud to the child's lips; he drank It
thirstily, every drop.
"Bravo!" cried the stranger, lining
tho can again. "Encore! Another, lit
tle man!"
And llttlo Leon drank eagerly again.
"God blchs you, madame!" said Mar
jorle. "How good you nrct"
"Good the devil! I nm Mother
Jeanne, and I have had little ones of
my own. Now, It Is your turn, little
woman."
Thus urged, Marjorle drank, too.
Mother Jeanne watched her with grim
compassion.
"You are too frail to be out In this
weather. Who are you? You are not.
a Frenchwoman, by your tongue." '
"No, madame. I came from Scotland,
but I hnve been In Paris n long time."
"Where do you live, eh?"
"I have no home, nnd no money."
"And no friendB? The devil!"
"Not one."
"And what are you going to do?"
"I do not know. It Is a long time
slnco wo havo tnsted food. I"
Marjorle sank back, and would have
fallen had not the woman's strong arm
supported her
"Had, very bad!" growled Mother
Jeanne. "See, here are two sous; It Is
all I have, but It will buy something
for the child. After that, I will toll
you what to do. Out yonder, close to
tho Mndelelno, they will distribute
bread to tho poor of the arrondlsse
ment at 10 o'clock. You will go there
and take your place with tho rest;
they must help you they cannot re
fuse. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mndame, I will go."
"That's right," said Mother Jeanne,
patting her on tho shoulder. "And af
ter that, let me see yes, after that, if
you aro English, you will go to tho
Hrltish Embassy and ask them for as
sistance." "Yes, madame," answered Marjorle,
sadly.
"Courage. The llttlo ono Is better
already. Ho will bo all right by and
by. Hut 1 cannot linger, llttlo woman.
My customers are waltlug, nnd I have
yet to prepare tho milk for tho mar
ket. You will go to the distribution of
bread, will you not? Any one will
show you tho place."
Marjorlo promised, clinging, ns she
did so, to the- good creature nnd grate
fully kissing her hard hands. Mother
Jeanne was touched. She brushed
nwny a tear with tho buck of her hand,
and uttered another sympathetic Im
precation. "And If all elso falls you," she cried,
"como to me, Mother Jeanne, at the
Dairy, Hue do Caporal. I am poor,
look you, but I would not let you
starve. Remember, Mother Jeanno
'Mother Mustacho they call mo some
times 13 Rue do Caporal."
And with a rough nod the good soul
shouldered her cans and Btrodo along.
Marjorlo watched her till sho faded
out of night; then, refreshed and
strengthened by tho healthful draught
sho took little Leon by tho hand aud
walked away toward tho crowded
streets.
CHAPTER XXXII.
BOUT tho vory
tlmo that Marjorlo
was wandering
homeless uno. hun
gry In tho stroots
of Paris two per
sons wero journey
ing toward tho city
of London by the
night mall.
One was M I s s
Hethcrlngton of
the Castle; the other was John Sutherland,
Tor full. .m hour neither of them
had spoken; the old lady, looking full.
twenty yctus older than when we last
beheld her. lay back unions the rush'
Ions of tho carriage, and llxed her eye?
upon a letter which sho held In her
hand. For about the tenth time that
night she raised the paper, and read
the woids which weie hastily scruwlod
thereon:
"Dear Mother 1 am In grent trouble.
I nm In sore need. Will you help ms?
I do not mind for myself, but to see my
little child In want breaks my heart.
"MAIUORIE."
She read It through; then with a
moan she let It fall again upon her
lap.
"Marjoile"' she cried, "my balm, my
balm!"
From his comer of tho carriage
Sutherland watched In silence. Ho
was utterly In the dark as to what It
all meant, lie only knew thnt Uioy
were traveling to Pails and to Mar
jorlo. On this day before, as lie had been
quietly working at his pictures at home,
his father having partially recovered,
Miss Hetherlngton, whom ho believed
to be In Edinburgh, hnd suddenly ap
peared like a f peeler before him, and
without a wonl of explanation had com
manded aim to leturn with her to
Paris.
On hastening with her to the Castle
he found that a stonily scene had been
enacted there; that Miss Hetherlngton,
beside herself with rage, had actually
stiuck her old attendant In the face
and turned her from the door. What
it wiih all about nobody seemed to
know, and after one glance Into Miss
lietlieitugtou's wild eyes Sutherland
knew that he had bettor not Inquire.
So lie quietly obejed her orders, and
tho two htnrted together by the night
mill', for the south. Hut although Suth
erland had been silent he had been
none the les curious; aud now, seeing
that Miss Hetherlngtou's wild excite
ment was putting away, he ventured
to speak:
"Miss Hetbeilugtou!" cried Johnnie
Sutherland. 'Is that a letter from Mar
Jorle?" "Ay, from Marjorle."
She held forth her thin white hand,
which now was trembling violently,
and as Sutherland took the letter she
uttered a low moan again, and for the
first time that night her tears begnn to
fall.
Sutherland read the letter, then he
looked nt the date, nnd exclaimed:
"October! why, It's more than four
weeks old!"
"Ay, more than four weeks!" she
monned; then suddenly sitting erect,
nnd looking fixedly luto his face, she
added: "Johnnie Sutherland, what has
happened to her now?"
"God knows; but mnybe after all w
are in time; but how did It chance to
he bo long, In coming to you?"
"It went to the Castle, Johnnie, and
Mysle kept It there. When I came
homo from Edinburgh yesterday I
found It lying on my desk waiting for
me. It had been waiting for me for a
month, you seo."
Sutherland was sllont. Ho wns more
troubled than he cared to say. A
month! Ah! he thought, what might
not happen In thnt time to a woman
nnd child penniless and alone In the
streets of Paris?
Ho returned the letter with a sigh,
nnd did all ho could to rouse and cheer
his companion, who, now that her ex
citement was over, suffered with n
frightful reaction, and trembled and
cried llko a child.
(TO UK COSriNUKD.)
MRS. OLIPHANT.
Her Iiiilouiltiilili' CoiiriiBi. mill Siivliif
Kruno tif Humor A I'rctly Woinnn.
One day In the last week of her life
Mrs. Ollphant said: "Many times I
havo come to a corner which I could
seo no wny around, but each time a
way has been found for me." Tho way
was often found by tho strengthening
of her own ludomltnblo courage, which
as long as her children were loft to
her never seemed to ling; It wns tho
coiirago of perfect love, says tho Fort
nightly Review. Hut It Is certain that
If olio had no moral qualities except
courage sho could not have tolled on as
sho did; a saving sense of humor, a
grent capacity to enjoy what was really
comic and everything that was beau
tiful, ninde life easier for her, and "the
great Joy of kindnesses" wns one never
absent from her. So thnt whatever
suffering might bo lying In wait to
seize upon hor solitary hours there was
almost ulways a pleasant welcome and
talk of the very best to bo found In hor
modest drawing room. If the visitors
wero congenial her charm of niannor
awoke, her simple fitness of speech
clothed every subject with Ufo and
grace, her beautiful eyes shone (they
nover sparkled), and tho spell of her
exquisite womanliness mndo a charm
ed circle around hor. She was nover a
beautiful woman at any tlmo of her
life, though for many years sho was a
very pretty one, but she had, as a fam
ily Inheritance, lovely hands, which
were constantly busy, In what she
called her Idle tl'ue, with soma dainty
sewing or knlttl. & she had those won
derful eyos whluu kept their beauty
to tho last minute of her life, and she
had a most cxqulslto daintiness In all
her ways and In the very atmosphere
about hor which was "pure womanly."
"I don't know what I would hare
done If It hadn't been for you!" ox
claimed tho discharged prisoner. "Well,
you probably would havo dono time,"
said tho proud lawyer.- Yonkera
Statesman.
A Chicago paper tells of a bicycle
crank who reads all tho coal strike dls
patches that havo a Wheeling date line
to them.
SUHPMSKD N ATI VMS.!
A HAIR OF DLOOMEH GIRLS IN
A HOLLAND VILLAGE.
Tropin Npti'r Sum it lllctiti- llcfou- -H.lliol
it Itur ti, It I.I I it l- I'm, Aoicil
ran (llrlt tilti, it IIUplii) of Their
Al.llllr-
OLLENDAM. Hol
land, Is one of the
few places In the
w o r 1 d that have
never known u bl
cjcle, or, at least,
It never had until
lately. VollemUm
Is a little llshlug
lllage. The peo
ple who live theie
a re t h e odd est,
most old-fashioned folks Imaginable.
Tho men wear magenta waistcoats aud
remarkable trousers, buttoned with
huge silver buttons that are heirlooms.
In Vollendam a man never loses his
trouser button, but If he happens to
do so; n search Is ordered nil through
tho village and no one rests until the
button has been found and returned.
Vollemlam Is the quaintest village,
visitors say, they ever saw. There are
funny little peak-ioofed. red tiled
houses, with the walls painted bright
yellow and covered with old Delft ware
that the people will not Belt. The
women wear aprons of bright blue,
with n piece at the top of the bright
est possible plaid. The bodices aro of
tlowered chintz of bright yellow, em
broidered In different colors, and even
tho sabots are grass green or yellow.
Tho llttlo girls dress exactly like
their mothers, and so do the little boys,
In skirls and all, until they are 7. when
they aro put In bloomers; and the only
way they can be told Is by a little dlhu
tho size of o dollar embroidered on tho
back of their tight little baby caps.
The people of Vollendam never take
up new things. Hut a few days ago
thero was a sensation iu Vollendain.
and It was caused by the arrival of two
American girls. They were blcomer
girls, who came over from Paris to see
Holland. One of them was from Chi
cago and th other from a soiitlnin
city. They had heard that there were
strange places In Holland, and the,' set
out to 11 ii tl one of them.
When these girls arrived In Vollen
dam they went to the hotel, and there
prepared to go forth, but when they
camo out they found a crowd of Vol-
lendcrB around the door. Asking s)iuo
ono what was the matter, they received
the reply:
"It Is your bicycles."
Vollendam never saw a bicycle bo
fore. When they learned that Vollendam
bad never beforo seen a wheel, they
were astonished. After a little per-
TWO AMERICAN GIRLS SURPRISE
suasion they kindly consented to give
exhibtlons of so mo simple feats. Their
Bitiall tricks, that uro known to every
1 American girl who rides a wheel, filled
tho Volleuders with wonder, nnd ono
of them, more vonturesomo than tho
rest, asked to bo allowed to sit on the
saddle. Of course, sho had to bo held.
When asked It they would llko to
havo bicycles Introduced In Vollendam,
they looked wistful, but shook tholr
heads and glanced furtively at the men,
as much as to Bay, "They would never
allow It."
I One of the llttlo boys of Vollendam
cHed when tho American girls started
away, so tho Chicago girl good-nalureB-ly
brought back her wheel and put tho
llttlo fellow on It, allowing him to rest
his big wooden shoes on tho pedals.
This so delighted hi in thnt ho stood up
and lost his balance and fell over the
handle bars. He pointed to his wooden
shoes and laughed, us much ns to cay
that they wero the reason why wheels
wero not known In Vollendam.
Hotter Uimitlil.
Patorfumlllns (to unexpected guest)
'Why didn't you send us .word you
wero coming? Pot luck, you know, my
boy I Hope you havo mauuged to mako
out a dinner?" Unexpected Guest (po
litely) "Bless you, old limn! I hopo
I may nover have a worse one." Har
lem Life.
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HATS OF GREAT MBN.
iluiurlliliis . ImiiiI III,. Mn of lhrlr
Until..
At a recent niicilng of the Kildaro
Archaeological Society a hat woin by
Daniel OVonnell was exhibited. There
wu no mistake about the article, for
Ot'otiuell, mindful of the company he
occasionally frequented, had written
his name Inside. That seems to have
been u Miperogutory piecautlon, for
the hat was so large it would havo been
useful to but few of O'ConneH's con
temporaries. The chairman putting It
on paitlally dlsappcated from view of
the alarmed audience, the rim of the
hat coming down to IiIh chin, It Is
stated Hint "the width of the hut was
eight and u half Inches; Its longer di
ameter ten Inches."
1 have garueied some particulars of
the sl.en of the bends of eminent men,
but have come upon nothing so big as
this, writes II. W. Luey, In the Strand
Magu.lue. Mr. Gladstone requires a
hut of the sle of ", exuctly Lord Muc
aula.v's measuieuieut. Lord Ueacons
tleld wore u hat of 7 Inches, nn unde
signed but characterlHtlcully courtly
Imitation of the Prince of Wales, whose
hat Is of the same size. Charles Dick
ens, the late Lord Selhorno and Mr.
John Bright wore hats 7'fc size. The
late Eat I Russell wanted uu eighth
more. Charles Dickens' hat would
have been too small for Thackeray by
half an Inch. Lou'.s Plillllppe and,
strange conjunction, M. Julleii, wore
hats of 7. An Illustrious man of re
cent times who took the smallest hat
on my list was Dean Stanley, for whom
r.i siitllced. For his friend Dr. Thomp
son, Archbishop of Voik, a hat of full
eight Inches diameter was necessary.
"PIGEON DROPPERS" IN LAW.
'I hf MruiiliiK "f '''I'1' Term liwt IUii
cliliiK'il III Kiiium.
in the trial of a cuse In a police court
at Lawrence the other day the lawyers
were puzzled to discover in an old city
ordinance the words "pigeon dropper,"
which were evidently used to demon
strate u certain class of criminal, says
the KaiiFiis City Journal. No one. how
ever, knew anything about the class or
their methods, nnd a discussion was
started which lasted for several days
and brought out nil sorts of explana
tions. Finally F. W. Reed solved the
riddle, lie paid that forty years ago,
when he was In business In New York
city, the term was a common one iu po
lice court circles. About that time n
new conlldenco game was started
which required a brace of confederates
to successfully operate II. They would
pick up a muji on the streets who look
ed "easy," when ono of the confederates
would go ahead and drop what appear
ed to be u big roll of bills. The sec
ond confederate, keeping pace with the
victim, so as to arrive at the spot a
little In advance of him, would pick up
the roll. Turning then to the victim
A COMMUNITY IN WHICH BICYCLES WERE NEVER BEFORE SEEN
ho would explain that he hud to hurry
out of town; thnt the roll contained nt
least 1,000; that the loss would surely
ho advertised nnd a rewnrd otnt least
$100 bo offered; wouldn't tho gentleman
advauco ns much us tho reward wns
suro to bo nnd tako tho roll? Tho gen
tlemnn usually hastened to accommo
date the finder, only to discover Inter
that the $1,000 roll was simply a wad
of paper with a $10 bill wrapped
around It. This, says Reed, wns known
as "pigeon dropping" nnd tho opera
tors us "pigeon droppers."
1'oPtry After I'olitiu.
One of the most pathetic epitaphs
ever erected Is that placed over the
spot where Mr. Carew lies burled nt
Yokohama. It was prepared by his
wife, who Is now in prison, convicted
of having poisoned him: In loving
memory of my husband, who died
October, IS'JO. Aged 43 yours.
Twilight and evening star,
And ono clenr call for me;
And may thero bo no moaulng nt tho
bar
When I put out to sea.
A llttlo trust that whon wo die
Wo renp our sowing, and so "Good
bye." No name. Simply u veiled tragedy.
Some sorrow, regrot, yenrnlng resig
nation, pcnltenco, let us hopo, are all
mingled In this last distich. Japan
Gazette.
A KENTUCKY MULE.
C'liriirriirUrr Ciifiillrr Toll of it Willi
AiiIiiiiiI of III Nullt,. Hittr.
The well-tn-dt. fanner of republican
proclivities was In Washington looking
for pie for the net three years nnd a
half, not ko iiiui h for ilccsert as for a
sternly diet ilitilng that period, and
while ho was looking around he found
tlmo now and again to talk a bit on
other subjects. naH the Washington
Star. Ono evening It was mules, "I'll
be doggoned," he ju-.lil, "tf I haven't got
a niiilo out home that ought to have the
championship belt for kicking. Why,
by zueks, one morning 1 tiled to make
that deru mulo haul a cartload of rocks
from a creek about hulf a mile to thu
stable nnd he Just wouldn't stir a leg.
All he would do when I tried to make
him go forwanl wns to move the other
way, so to bent Mr. Mule ut his little
game I took hint out of the shufts nnd
turned him head on to the cart ami
started li 1 nt up. Then ho wouldn't
move either way, but Just stood still
nnd begun to kick. Not n one-legged
kick, cither, but the real thing with
both feet, and, gee whllllkens, how ho
did launch them out Into tho nttnos
phere. I was sure I never would get
him now, for I couldn't get near him;
but alt of a sudden I noticed that every
time lie kicked he kicked so hard that
he eoiildu't hold on to the ground with
his foie feet, and so dragged himself
about a foot or two, according to the
ground he was on. That gave tue an
Idea, niul I Just stood hy and when he
showed a disposition to quit I nagged
him a little and he went to kicking
again; and I'll be blamed If he didn't
get thnt cartload of rocks to the place
I wanted It nt mighty near as soon aa
tf lie had just hauled It there In the frst
place and made no fuss about It." Out
or two men coughed a short cough, hut
when tho Keiitueklun looked around
they seemed to have recovered from
their pulmonary attack.
"Isn't that scar on your forehead
where ho kicked you once?" luqiilrec"
one of them.
"Not exnctlly."
"I understood some one to say so,
said the party with the cough.
"Somebody's mistaken, Hint's all
How It happened was that one day 1
was coming into the front gate and the
mulo wan about 100 yards away, up nt
the other cud of tho big yard In front
on the house. My hound niado n break
for him, aud as tho mulo whirled to
run nwny ho let one leg fly nt tho dog,
nnd the force of tho kick, missing tin
dog, wns such thnt the shoo flew of!
ami whizzing through the air took me
a clip over the eye ns I stood at' the
gate watching the two animals, nnd
camo mighty near settling my earthly
accounts right then nnd there. You
see, a mule's shoe Is hardly.as light ai
a lady's slipper and when It Is hurled
100 yards through the air It Is Just the
kind of a thing you ought to staui
tl
II
aside for nnd let it have as much room
as It wants."
Kama for llrli.
I used to know an Englishman who
hnd a funcy for short names, mado up
chiefly of vowels. He lived in Portu
gal, and gave to his six children tin
names of Ava, Eva, Iva, Ova, Uvn and
Ulvn. Poor Ova used to bo fearfully
teased by somo Etonlnn cousins, and
hnd her name declined in all sorts ol
dreadful ways to her great mortifica
tion. She was a "bad egg" whon the
wero displeased with hor, or an "addled
egg" when sho blundered, nnd some,
times n "freckled egg." Her futhei
nover suffered her to call herself by
her second nnmo of Maria. Londor
Truth.
TurrliiK una Kratlierlug.
Ill n German Journal tho origin ol
tho English and American practice ol
tarring and feathering Is traced to the
boisterous bishop of Halberstadt, who,
being at war with the elector Palatine
in 1023, caused all tho nuns and frlara
of two monasteries to bo turned Into a
large hall naked, their bodies being
oiled nnd pttcnod; nnd In this situation
they were obliged to tumble promiscu
ously among u vast quantity of fcuth
ers from beds stripped for the purpose,
and thus decorated were turned out foi
the amusement of the multitude, Bir
mingham (Eng.) Weekly Mercury.
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