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"Jack dobbins of America," "la th
Sea." "Two aentlemen at
Hawaii," "Oa a Pals*
Charga," Etc,
Caniliht. IBM, by Koiibr Bohmbb'* Boa*
My reflections, as the long hours
dragged themselves along toward
morning, were anything but refresh
The- dominant thought, of coarse,
was that I had got myself in a bad
scrape and would probably lose my
life. For one moment the thougl
did come to me:' "There is the United
States minister." I dismissed the
idea as holding out no hope. I had no
•means of communicating with our rep
resentative. In fact, I was entirely
cut off from all communication with
the world. My friends would prob
ably never know what became of me.
My only hope was Mutterelli. And
where, through all of this, was Mut
Calling to my assistance all the
nerve I possessed. I resolved to put
on as good a face in the matter as
possible, and not allow the prefetto or
liis guards to see any signs of weak
ness in my demeanor.
The room in which I was held was
well lighted by a large lamp which
huiig from the ceiling. I drew a
eliair under the lamp, and with the
same nonchalance which would have,
characterized me had I been -n my
favorite corner at the Lotus Club with
the major and Dilkins around me in
stead of the blaclt-looking Sardinians,'
1 pulled from my pocket and began to
read the paper I had taken from the
table in Pacho Maligni's room. It
read as follows:
'•New York City, in the Stat New
York, in the United Stats of Amer
ica. May 16, 18—.
"To the person who, when I am
dead, shall obtain this paper, I salute.
It is that I am at every day in the
great danger of being killed by an
accident of my profeshun that I leave
in this form the story of Nita Bar
lotti, that perhaps in some long day
to become she may be restor to those
where she belong and who haf lost
her. And I. who am known to the
world as Barlotti the Trapeze King,
pray to that person who reads tnese
words to do what he can and what I
cannot to the good end tnat Nita Bar
lotti may know who she really is,
anil may come into her own if she is,
as belief, the daughter of a rich
"It wil be a surprise to the person
who find this to know that my n-ame it
is not Barlotti, but Sigmctta. Yes,
1 am Antonio bigmotta, and Barlotti
is the name I haf take in the circus to
please my brother, wlio was very rich
*nd a rhysician in'New York.
''When I came this country I was
poor—very poor. 1 went to my
brother, and ne was angry to me in
words, but he did some kindness to
me that he let me live in hi:, house
till I haf money to keep myself. I
make contract with Maligni to go in
the circus as trapeze actor, and m"'
brother mak me change my name, so
not to disgrace him.
One day I went into my brother'-,
private room for something. It was a
workshop—he call laboratoria or some
like that. It was at the ni ,ht, and
was very dark. Mv brother was in
his bedroom.
''I lighted the gas in the laboratoria,
and found what I was looking for—
some medicine he gave me when I had
the aching of the i.ead.
"As I was about to turn back the
gas to go out, 1 saw a bundle on the
floor. It seemed to me that it move.
Then 1 stood still, and I hear a lutle
cry like a child. I rush to the door.
1 listen for my—brother, but he not
to be lieani. I open tne bundle. It
was a sack, with string: in the end.
had in it a little child—a girl. 1
drew it out. The child breath and
moan, but do not seem to know, and
then I know my oruiher had given it
a drug.
"Then I hurry, trembling much, and
I took some cloths and other things
and I make a rag baby just (lie si/.e of
the child 1 totfk from the sack. 1 put
the rag baby in the sack and made it
tight like it was be:ore 1 opened
u. Then I quick crrry the live child
to my room and hide it in my bed.
Then I watch. Pretty soon my brother
come and go to the laboratoria. I
keep quiet so he do not hear me. and
follow him. He take the sack and my
rag baby ar.d steal from his own
house like he was a thief, and 1 know
he was worse. Still. 1 folow nim.
"My brother went into a dark street
and went to the docks on the East
river. I saw him take a stone and
tie a cord to it and around the sack.
Then he throw all into the water.
When he saw it sink he turn round
and sneak home.
"I had in New York, near my
brother's house, a sweetheart. I met
her at a concert hall, and I often went
to see her at her house. She was a
great singer, and love her, so I
want to marry her. She was a goou
girl and her name was Nita.
"Late in the night I took the child,
and when my brother was asleep I
stole from his house and carried the
child to Nita. I told her all about
my brother, and she promised not to
say one word, for I knew my orother*
would kill me if he knew. I was then
intend to find out who the child was,
and if she had parents, who love her,
give her back. But I must go with
rfaligni in the circus, and I leave the
little girl with Nita till I come home:
When I come home .. my brother
yC.'f"*}' Charles was gone., and I never saw
Iflta tfas married to me
and she called the little girl Nita after
herself. For a\ few year my wife
Nita and little Nita travel with me in
-the circus, but my wife Nita take sick
and die. Then I haf little Nita put in
a big school in Albany, and she is
"I haf a pin and a locket and al
chain wich little Nita wore, wich I
haf kept. They will be in the box
with this letter. On the pin is the
name Alice. The locket haf a picture
of a beautiful lady. I took this pic
ture out and put a little slip of paper
under it, with the date on it when i,
found the child.
"This is all I know. I love little Nita
like she was my own. My brother's
name is Charles Sigmotta. but I do
not know where he is. Little Nita
is at Madame De Long's school in Al
bany, in the Stat of New York.
"I swear by all the holy saints that
what I haf written is true.
Here, indeed, was a valuable docu
ment. My exultation was so great
that I seemed to have Ralph Gravis
court completely routed, and Edith
Brougli ton's sweet face seemed to
smile encouragingly at me from way
across the sea. But after a few min
utes of supreme gratification, the
thought flashed over me that the
statement of Antonio Sigmotta. other
wise known as Barlotti. did not in any
way connect Ralph Graviscourt with
the case. Of course, the photograph,
the pin with the name Alice engraved
upon it and Nita Barlotti's striking
resemblance to the wife of Charles
Graviscourt, were to my mind conclu
sive evidence, but would the evidence
hold in law? I knew it would not.
I took the locket from my pocket,
removed the picture and found a slip
of white paper bearing, a date. I ex
amined this,, and my heart throbbed
with excitement when I saw that the
date of Doctor Sigmotta's attempted
murder of Nita Barlotti was the same
as that inscribed upon the tomb
stone in Trinity cemetery. New York,
as the date of little Alice Graviscourt's
death. 1 carefully replaced the paper
and the picture, and with wild dreams
of what might occur if I ever escaped
from the clutches of the prefetto, I
passed the remainder of the night half
sleeping on a broad, low couch that
stood in one corner of the guard room.
In the morning I was served with
a substantial breakfast and soon
after I had disposed of it" I was con
ducted before the prefetto. The elder
Maligni looked at me with a venom
ous glance, and I saw in the faces of
the crowd of men arounu him not one
Stance of friendliness.
Among the spectators was a rascal
ly-looking fellow who was called by
the prefetto "Pordino," and as he
seemed to have the friendship of the
powerful Maligni, 1 at once identi
fied him as the Count, di P®rdino, the
uncle of Henry Thorlans, spoken of
by Mutterelli.
Nita was not brought into the room
during the trial, and did not seem to
be an important factor. There was
not a friendly voice raised in my be
half. I made an attempt to speak,
but was ordered to be quiet.
When the testimony was all in, the
prefetto turned to me. and said:
"Young man, I have listened to the
evidence against you. and I find that
you are guilty of the murder of my
brother. From to-day. you are the
same as dead. The sentence which I
shall impose upon you is that you be
put in the Cagliari prison and work
lor the state during the remainder of
your life. That is all 1 have to say
to you."
"But!" I cried, springing to my feet,
"I am not guiity. I swear to you, pre
fetto, that I do not know who killed
your brother! I had no cause to hate
him or to wish him dead! But others
had! An attempt at his life was
made in New \ork. I saw it, but I
had nothing to do with it. Your
brother had enemies who have
tracked him here. I
"Enough! You were seen yesterday
in company with another, examining
my villa and grounds. At night my
brother is murdered and you are
found on my property, carrying oft
my brother's promised wife. It is
Then turning to the guard, he ut
tered a command, and I was conduct
ed from this hah of justice to my pris
As I entered the great iron gates of
the prison yard, and heard them clang
behind me, I telt the deepest despair.
My clothes wcye taken from me,
and I was clad in the bi-colored pris
on suits with which Sardinia clothes
its prisoners.
These suits are made of stuff very
similar to that in use for the same
purpose in the United States, but the
colors, instead of running in stripes,
are divided in the middle. One-half
measuring from a line drawn from the
nose downward, is dark andvthe other
light. When 1 had been thus clothed
I had one arm, leg and the right side
of my body black, and the left arm,
leg and half of my body a dirty gray.
My watch, the gold locket and pin
that I had taken from Maligni were
taken from me, but the letter of An
tonio Sigmotta was returned to me
with a shrug of the keeper's should
ers, as if to say that if the possession
of a piece of paper would make me
any happier, I might have it, for all
he cared to the contrary.
This done, I was conducted with
scant ceremony to a dungeon cell.
My cell was perhaps twenty feet
square, high up in the tower, and
overlooked the north.
The floor was of stone,and the walls
of some kind of cement. The fur
niture consisted of an iron bedstead,
an'old chair, and a small tble. The
light, came through a small grated
window which was above my head.
For a time, sifter I readied my cell,
I was greatly worked up, the excite
ment of the day and of the!1 previous
self up to my bitter reflections, and
finally my head drooped, and, over
come by the drowsiness which was
increased by the silence of my cell,
I fell asleep, and my waking medita
tions became merged in a dream, in
which I renewed acquaintance with
Major Simmons and Dilkins, and saw
their faces, and the face of Edith
Broughton, and the faces of other
friends peering at me, some in pity,
some in alarm, some with love.
And most strongly, outlined among
them all was the calm, stern face of
my dead hero, Maubikeck. There was
an inspiration in that face as, half
sleeping, I saw it looking down at
me. It bade me rouse myself. It
shone like a beacon before me, lead
ing me to a resolution that I would
never have reached but for this fan
tastic appearance. It brought to my
mind the heroism of Maubikeck, by
whose death I was given life. The
manliness of his nature seemed im
parted to mine. I recollected that
Nita Barlotti, the girl whom I had
sworn to save, was still in the hands
of men whose purposes were not
always good. My own love for Edith
Broughton welled up within me, and
surged through my heart as it had
never done before. Perhaps an hour
passed and I awoke. My dream was
ended. I awoke from it a new man.
I arose from my chair and walked
around my ceil. Near the window I
paused. I saw some words carved in
the cement wall. They were in shad
ow, and it required some minutes of
effort before I could decipher them.
Shading my eyes from the light which
came through the grated window, I
gazed steadily at the letters until,
accustomed to the dim light which
fell upon them, I made them out.
On one line carved in bold letters,
was the name. "Henry Thorlane."
And under it, in smaller but not less
distinct characters, were the words,
"I will avenge."
I was in the cell occupied once by
the son of the Englishman about
whom Mutterelli had told me, and
who was now. according to Mutter
elli. in the monastery of The Saints.
The first thing to be done was to
learn as much as possible of my sur
roundings. This was an easy matter
so far as the cell was concerned. I
knew every inch of it already.
But there was the window.
I dragged the table across the stone
floor and climbed upon it. It put
me just high enough to enable me to
look out through the strong bars of
the 'ittle window.
Looking down, I saw that the pris
on yard extended about forty feet
from the prison walls, and was sur
rounded by a stone wall, surmounted
by sharpened spikes, over which it
would be impossible to climb.
I was getting hungry, and knew
that it must be noon. I supposed they
fed prisoners in Sardinia, and waited
patiently for my portion.
Dinner time came at last, and I was
agreeably surprised to receive at the
hands of my keeper a substantial
meal. Doing justice to this, I felt
like a new man, ready for any emer
gency and willing to take my chance
for liberty. But I must, I reasoned,
bi-Ie my time and wait for a promis
ing opportunity.
During the long night I lay on my
prison bed, sleeping part of the time,
but having wakeful hours, in which
I pondered and studied over the great
problem of my life—how to escape
and carry the plans, now seemingly
ended in disaster, to a successful ter
And one day followed another in
this wise, and night followed night,
until I had spent a week in the prison.
I had heard nothing from Mutterelli,
and gave him up.
(To be continued.)
Will Bring Back to Every Man His
Boyish Days.
Once a year at least the most con
firmed pie hater will eat a piece of
the sweet he condemns. And that is
when the first new green apples come
to town. Hardly does he like to par
take of them raw, for he cannot while
doing so keep his mind off the funny
man's paragraphs which have boys
and that fruit mixed up to form a
plot. But after dinner if there is be
fore him a piece of pie, less than an
hour's distance from the oven, its
crust, flaky and desirably brown, its
inner contents of juicy, tender, new
green apples, sweetened wisely and
flavored with a suspicion of nutmeg,
he forgets everything for the moment
but just that pie. He forgets every
thing so far, indeed, as to accept an
other piece if it is urged upon him,
especially if there accompanies it
some rich yellow clotted cream.
Apple pie and cheese may be tradi
tional, but green apple pies in mid
summer with cream to enhance their
value are delicious treasures of the
present.—Boston Transcript.
Osculatory Memorandum.
Lives there man in Baltimore wltb
soul so dead that he could resist the
soft embrace of a gentle 'maiden's
arms and fight away the nectar of her
ruby lips? Not if we know it, and
the age question doesn't enter into
the problem.-~Daily World, Balti
more, Md.
Mothers Honor Roosevelt.
It. is said that mpre babies have
been named ofter President Roose
velt than after any other executive of
the' nation save Washington and Jefr
Talk is cheap, even to those who
indulge in extravagant remarks.
/••i •:. v.? a.,--
night having a trying effect on my
nerves. But as the hours, wore on,
the fct that I had slept little began
to tell on me, and I grew drows/.
Sitting on my hard chair I gave my- Lycurgus MadeCurrency of Coun-
try So Bulky and Compara
tively Worthless That Induce
ment to Hoard Was Loot.
Plutarch says: ."Not content with
this (the equal division of the lands,
etc., of the Lacedaemonians), he (Ly
curgus) resolved to make a division of
their movables, too, that there might
be no odious distinction or inequality
leu among tlietit but finding that it
would be very dangerous to go about
it openly, he took another course and
defeated their avarice by the follow
ing stratagem: He commanded that
all gold and silver coin should be
called in and that only a certain kind
of money made of iron should be cur
rent.. A great weight and quantity
was of little worth, so that to lay up
twenty or thirty pounds there was re
quired a pretty large closet and to
remove it nothing less than a yoke
of oxen," according to the Scientific
American. "With the diffusion of this
money at once a number of vices were
banished from Lacedaemonia, for who
would rob another of such a coin?
Who would unjustly detain or take by
force or accept as a b,ribe a thing
which was not easy to hide nor a
credit to have nor indeed of any use
to cut in pieces? For when it was
just red hot they quenched it in vine
gar, by that means spoiling it, and
made it almost incapable of being
Clare, in his "Universal History of
Undoubted Proof That Roman
Workshops Turned Out Coins
of Bituminous Material That
Did Service as Money.
Coal was once used as money, but
it was a long time ago and in Eng
land. The coal money was in tne
shape of disks, approximating coins
in size, and was from Roman work
shops, where articles of ornament
were made on lathes. A wri.er says:
"On the Dorset coast, in the isle of
Purbeck, to the west of St. Alban's
Head, an outcrop occurs of bituminous
shale, which extends more or less for
some miles. As a source of fuel this
shale, or coal, has been worked from
very early times and is to the present
day used by the cottagers of Kimme
ridge. Some of this shale is of so
compact, a texture that it is capable
of being worked into ornamental ar
ticles. taking a high polish, similar to
jet. The Romans, when occupying this
part of Dorset, discovered not only
the properties of this deposit as a
fuel bu«t also, its capabilities of being
turned in a lathe into rings, beads and
armlets, which were no doubt readily
purchased by the ladies in the im
portant, town of Durnovaria (Dor
chester), a few miles distant. Some
estimate may be formed of the magni
tude of this industry by the number
of disks which have been discovered
irom time to time in the neighbor-
raken All in All. Town Probably
Had the Best School Board
That Could Be Found in
Whole of New England.
The qualifications for membership
on the school board in a certain New
England town were carefully ex
plained to a visitor who was interested
in education and who had remarked
to her host on the way home from the
closing exhibition at one of the
schools that she would like to know
why four men of sucti apparent dull
ness had been chosen for the board.
"Well, now, you take Abe Ransom,"
said her host, lightly flicking the whip
on the backbone of his stolid old
horse, "he's a good choice, fust-rate.
He never made much of a boast of
book learning, but he keeps a good
assortment o' paper and pencils and
ink and all such in his store, and sells
'em reasonable, and it sort o' makes
him a patron of education, as you
might, say.
"Then there's John Willett, he's a
free-handed man as ever was, and he
hauls a good mess o' wood for 'em fall
and winter, and never charges a cent
for teaming, and puts the price on the
wood low, too. I guess there isn't any­
Tender Sentiments Have Had
Little to Do With the Great
Events That Have Marked
the Country's Upbuilding.
1^'^' ^"'':'"i-^
Forecdifip*atfitj®son Sparta
the World," volume 2, page 585, says:
"To render the state• dependent only
on its own territorial products'and to
prevent 'any individual from accumu
lating an undue amount of wealth he
(Ly'curgus) prohibited, the use of any
money except an ifon coin, with so
small a value in comparison with Its
bulk and weight that the necessity of
using it»as a medium of exchange
would make it diflicult to carry on
trade, especially foreign commerce. By
subjecting this iron coin to a'process
rendering it brittle and unfit for any
other use Lycurgus endeavored to de
stroy every desire to hoard it as a
Coal Tokens as Currency
Rollln, In his "Ancient History,"
volume 1, page 687, says: "First he
(Lycurgus) cried down all gold and
silver money and ordained that no
other should be current than that of
iron, which he made so very heavy
and fixed at so low a rate that a cart
and two oxen were necessary to carry
home a sum of 10 minae (500 French
llvres. kbout $88.80) and. a whole
chamber to keep it in."
This was done for the purpose of
sapping the foundation of avarice.
From the above quotations it would
seem that, while iron was much more
valuable than it is now, still it was
not so valuable as to justify its being
coined into money. It seems that a
team of oxen could haul about 988
worth of coin. I presume the same
sort of team might haul one-fifth that
value of iron at the present date.
hood, as they are without doubt the
cores or centers left after turning ar
ticles of ornament.
"These discarded disks have been
invariably found, carefully hidden
away under the surface of the ground,
at a depth of about two feet, some
times with or in Roman pottery And
sometimes between two flat stones
placed on edge, covered with a third
st°ne at
Each Had His Specialty
Our history is hard and unasculine
colored with few purple lights too
little related to our tenderer senti
ments and deeper passions. When
older peoples have paused, as we did
then, they have looked upon far dif
ferent scenes. Fairer companies have
stoed about more stately figures of
triumph or of tragedy than that Amer
ica and the world now gazed upon.
The common chamber, the gaunt, pale
President, the strong, bearded coun
selors at his bedside—this was unlike
scenes which European peoples have
fixed in their memories. Charles I and
Mary Sftjart on, their scaffolds, the
barons ^d the King at Runnymede,
Maria Theresa appealing to the no
hies of Hungary to take up their
swords,for her child, Marie Antoinette
atid Mirabeau, aqd many another pa
geant of human love and sacrifice aire
the top. That they were
carefully stored and hidden away is
beyond question hence they must
have represented some value to the
possessor. It would appear reason
able to conclude that they were used
by the ancient Britons as tallies, or
money. The turning lathe of the en
lightened Roman was an instrument
unknown to the natives and these
waste disks, bearing the tool marks
of the turner, would have been as im
possible to counterfeit by the savage
Briton as a minted coin.
"That they have been known from
early times as coal money is well au
thenticated. As many as 600 have
been found together in one place, but
always protected by covering stones
or pottery. In size they vary from
one and three-quarters to two and one
half inches iifdiameter and about one
half inch in thickness, with holes to
secure them to the mandrel of the
lathe. They are all strikingly sim
ilar in appearance."
body much better suited for the school
board than John. He's elected unan
imous every time.
"And there's Jim Rawson. What
d'vou say? Um. Well, p'r'aps he
isn't as bright as some, but I tell you,
he keeps that schoolhouse. in fust-rate
repair, and fixes up the grounds too. I
guess 'tisn't every school board has
got a man on it that'll shingle the roof
half-price, put in window glass when
needed, tinker up the desks and so on
spring and fall, and fetch down a lawn
mower to run over the grass once a
month during vacation.
"Now I suppose you're going to light
on me about Billy Lane, the young
feller, but I tell you we couldn't keep
a schoolma'am in district 4 in the dead
o' winter if 'twasn't for Billy. He's a
good judge o' scjioolma'ams, and he
rides 'em out sleighing and keeps 'em
chirked up through the .hard weather,
and come mud-time he puts on his
high boots twice a week evenings and
calls on '&m. 1 guess if you're talking
about valuable men, you'll have to put
Billy pretty high up.
"Take it by and large. I don't be
lieve you'll strike a better board than
ours in the whole state o' New Hamp
shire."—Youth's Companion.
American History Is Hard
have treasured up this crude, unlack
eyed martyrdom.
Even the great personality of Lin
coin, now potent in so many individual
lives, intimate and familiar of so many
of our hidden moods, was not yet
fully revealed to his fellowB. It was
the emancipator only that had fallen
the leader and shepherd of men. Out
wardly at least his experience was lim
Red as theirs was. Dying in the midst
of multitudes, master of armies and
of navies, he was still of the frontier
as, indeed, all our American life was
still, Jn a sense, only the frontier and
western fringe of European life.
True, Lincoln also leads our
thoughts back to the princes whose'
and Economy -ippit
Best by Test
Used in Millions
of H6mes
On the Audience.
"Was Westinghouse's new comedy
"I guess so. The audience treated
the whole thing as a huge practical
joke."—Cleveland Leader.
One month tuition free. For further
information address Aaker's Business
College,' Fargo, N. D.
Couldn't Keep Up.
"She went west at the age of eigh
teen to grow np with the country."
"How did she succeed?"
"Not very weM. She is till elgfe
teen."—Grand Rapids Press.
List of Patents Issued Last Week to
Northwestern Inventors.
Reported by Lothrop & Johnson,
patent lawyers, 911 and 912 Pioneer
Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: Peter
Conklin and R. P., Gayville, S. D.,
loader Peter Dahl, Clarkfield,xMinn.,
rotary engine Thomas Freeman, Sioux
Falls, S. D., ballot box S. F. Pierce,
St. Paul, Minn., rail joint Bruno Kip
pels, Moorhead, Minn., merry-go-round
Arthur Padmore, Lead, S. D., clothes
drier Martin Wallum, Binford, N. D.,
floor jack.
A Slight Improvement.
"No," said Low Comerdy, "Stormer
and his company didn't fare well in
Jaytown. The people rotten-egged
"Yes," replied High Tragerdy, "but
I hear they received better treatment
at Honkville."
"That's so I believe the people used
fresh eggs there."—Philadelphia Press.
That in address
ing Mrs. Pinlc
ham you are con^
fidingyour private
ills to a woman—
a. woman whose experi
ence with women's
diseases covers' a great
many years.
You can talk freely
to a woman when it is
revolting to relate
your private trou
bles to a man—
besides a man
does not under
stand—simply be
cause he is a man
Many women
suffer iii silence and drift along from
bad to worse, knowing full well that
they ought to liitve immediate assist
ance, but a natural modesty impels
them to shrink from exposing them
selves to' the questions-and probably
examinations of even their family
.physician. 11 is unnecessary. Without
money or priee you can consults wo
man whose knowledge from actual ex
perience is great.
Mrs« Plokham's Standing Invltatloiv
peer he was, but we *can pass fnotn your case* She asks nothing in]
his deathbed with no irreverence, no return exoept -your good-will, and ^er,
sense of shock or change, to look out,1 has relieved thousands.
in the plain light of day, upon the prppm i&vwy
whole «.ld o« w« knd strtft
progress which was always in his If you are 111, don't hesitate i^o get
thought, and glimpse the attitude and bottlefl1f Lydia,E.Pinkham'sVSable
state of the republic when "his .sum-' Compound at once, and write Mrs. Pink
mons passed, like an'angelus, across, Lyiiia.. Mass., for a^f^Vftdyice,. 'if
tl^e continent.1—WilUam Garrott Brown
Women suffering from any form of
female weaknessare invited to promptly S
communicate. with re. Pinkl^am, at
Lvph, Mass. All letters are received,,
opened, read and answered by.women
only. A wopian can freely talk of her
private illness to a woman thus lias
been established the eternal confidence, I
between Mrs. Pinkhamand the women
of America which has never 'been- I
broken. Out of the vast volnme of"'
experience which she hastodraw from,'
is more than possible that slie has^
gained the very, knowledge that will
help your case. She asks nothing
When a medicine has been successful
in restoring to health so wjfrny woinen/3#
yon cannot weft say, without trving it,
I do not jjelieye me."

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