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Exeter Advocate, 1904-11-24, Page 6lA tir�u ii.7 u�trtiliA %ur.��ir t: tranru -'+ uvuta v`u�-irii:if+avnt.fu uuilViavtimaiuu ur The Price of Liberty .rt, OR, A NUDN QHT CALL 4 An IAA11 111nruinaui uuu+4uvaauuvinnr �uo�nncuinna r croon+ anit��gcG'inr;t+f !!' "Don't utterly destroy the frame," Littimer said, resignedly, "It is re- puted to be Quentin Alatsy's work, and I had it cut to its present ash I'll go to the end of the gal- lery till the execution's over." "On the contrary," Miss Lee eaicl, firmly, "you will stay, where you, are tolyl." A little to his own surprise Iatti.- tner remained. Tle saw the nails driven firmly in and finished MT with a punch so that there might be no danger of hammering the exquisitely wrought, frame.. Miss .Lee stood re- garding her work with a suggestion of pride. "There," she said, "T flatter my- self a carpenter could liavo done Ito better." "You don't know our typical ear- penter," .Littimer said. " Here- is Tredwell with a telegram. For Miss Lee? I hope it isn't an intimation that some relative has died and left you a fortune. At least, if it is, you mustn't go until we've had one of those quarrels you promised me." Christabel glanced at the telegram and slipped it into her pocket. alher•e were just a few words in the tele- gram that would have been unintelli- gible to the . ordinary understanding. The girl did not even comprehend, but Littimer's eyes were upon her and the cipher had to keep for' a time. Littimer walked away at an intima - tam that his steward desired to see him. Instantly the girl's manner chang- ed. She glanced at the Rembrandt with a shrewd smile that meant something beyond a mere act of . pro- deuce well done,' Then she went down to the library and began an eager search. for a certain book. She found it at length, the "David Oop- perfield" in the "Charles Dickens" edition of the great novelist's work. For the next hour or so she was flit- ting over the pages with the cipher telegram spread out before her. A little Iater and the few jumbled, meaningless words were coded out into a lengthy message. Christabel read ` them over a few times, then with the aid of a vesta• she reduced the whole thing, telegram and 411, to tinder, which she carefully crushed and flung out of the window. She looked away down the ter- race, she , glanced at the dappled deer knee-deep in the bracken, she caught a glimpse of the smiling -sea, and her Tae° saddened for a moment. "How lovely it all is," she mur- mured. "How exquisitely beautiful and how utterly sad! And to think that if I possessed the magician's wand for a moment I could make everything smile again. He is a good man—a better: man than any- body takes him to be. Under his placid, cynical surface he conceals a deal of suffering. Well, we shall see," She replaced the "Copporfield" on the shelf and turned to go again. In the hall she met Lord Littimer dress- ed for riding. He smiledrtas she passed. "Au revoir till dinner -time," he said. `I've got to go and see a tenant. Oh, yes, I shall certainly expect the pleasure of your company to dinner. And now that the Rem- brandt "It is safe for the afternoon, Christabel laughed. "It is generally when the fancily are dining that the burglar has his busy time. A pleas- ant ride to you." CHAPTER XXVI. Lord Littimer returned, as he de- clared, with the spirits and appetite of a schoolboy. All the saute, he did not for one moment abandon his usual critical analysis. He rattled gaily,studying but h on t e was his guost all the same. She might have been the typical American lady stu- dent; but he was not blind to the fact that the plain muslin and lace frock she wore was made in Paris s or that her manners and style must have been picked up in the best so- ciety. She sat there under the shaded lights and behind the bank lerreeiewtln la' and crept into the corridor. She carried soieething shining in her hands—something that gleamed Ii? the 'elicit, uncertain light from the big window. She stood just for an i s anwith a feeling n re t t ee g that smile - body, e- body was climbing up the ivy out side the house, She felt her way along; until she came to the alcove .containing the. Rembrandt and then she stopped. Her band slid along the wall till her fingers touched the switch of the electric light. Sho stood for a long time there perfectly motionless. It was a still night outside, and there was noth- ing to account for the rustling of the ivy leaves. The rattling . came in jerks, spasmodically, stopping every now and then and resuming again. It was no longer a matter of imagination, it was a certainty. Somebody was climbing up the ivy to the window. Leaning eagerly forward. Christa- bel could hear the sound of laboured breathing. She seemed to see the outline of an aria outside, she could catch the quick rattle of the sash, she could almost sec a bent wire crooked through the beaded edges of the casement. Yee, she was right, The window swung noiselessly back and a figure stood poised .on the ledge outside, With a quick breath and a flutter- ing of her heart Christabel felt for the 'switch. "It will be, all right," she murmur- ed; "the other one will faucy that the light is necessary, Courage, 'my dear, courage, and the game is yours. A:h!" The intruder dropped inside and pulled the window behind him. Evi- dently he was on familiar ground, though he seemed to be seeking an unfamiliar object. Christabel's hand stole along to the switch; there was a click, and the alcove was bathed in brilliant light. The in- truder shrank back with a startled cry. He rubbed his dazed eyes. 5Vhy not conte in through the front door, Mr. Littimer? Christa- bel 'drawled, coolly. Prank Littimer had no words for a moment, He was wondering who this woman was and what she was doing here. American, evidently, by her accent, and also by the re- volver that she handled so assured- ly. "That is the way you used to enter." Christabel proceeded, "when you had been out contrary to paren- tal instructions and .the keepers ex- pected to have •a fracas with the poachers. Your bedroom being ex- actly opposite detection was no easy matter. Your bedroom has never been touched since you left. The. key is still outside the door. Will you kindly enter it?" "But—" Frank stanunered. "But I assure you that I cannot—" "Take the Rembrandt away. You cannot. The frame is of iron, and it is fastened . to the wall. It would take an experienced carpenter quite a long time to remove it. Therefore your mission has failed. It is very annoying, because it puts the other man in a very, awkward position. The position is going to he still more awkward presently. Please go to, your room." "My dear lady, if my fatherknows that I am in the house--" He is not going to know that you are in the house, at least not for some little.time. And when you see him it will be better not to say more than is necessary. Later on you will recognise what a friend I am to you." "You are not showing it at pre- sent," Littimer said, desperately. "The patient rarely sees any virtue in his medicine. Now, please, go to your room. I can hear the other man muttering and getting anxious down below. Now, if you approach that window again I am pretty cer tain that my revolver will go off. You see, I ata an American, and wo are so careless with such weapons. Please go to your room at once?" "And if I refuse your ridiculous re- quest?" "You will not find my request in the least ridiculous. If you refuse 1 shall hold you up with my weapon and alarm the whole house. But •I don't want to do that, for the sake of the other man. He is so very re- spectable, you know, and - anything unconventional may be so awkward for him. Yes, it is just as I ex- pected. Hecoming u theivy is o pg p to investigate himself. Go!" The revolver covered Littimer mite steadily,' He could see into blue n c' uof strange r'm •arid lie was co s ao s s tg sensations down his spine. A' cold p revolver is not, a pretty thing at 'the hest of times; it is doubly hazardous in the hands of a woman. "`What do you want with me?" he asked. "11Iy clear tiiau, 'i want to do noth- ing with you. C)n.ly clo 'as you are told and -•-there! The other man is coining up the ivy. He can't under- stand the light and you are not re- turning. Ile imagines that: you are looking in the wrong place: Ploa.so. go." Littimer backed before the weapon backed until he was in the doorway., Suddenly the girl gave Hine a push, shut the door to, anti turned the key in the lock. Almost at the same in- stant another figure loomed large in the window -frame, CHAPTER R XX VTI. Something bulky was struggling to get through the window. Half hid den in the shadow, Christabel wat- ched with the deepest interest. If she had beers, afraid. at first that sensation hacl entirely departed by this time.. Fr•oiu the expression of her face she might have been enjoy- ing' the novel situation. It Was certainly not without a suggestion of the farcical. The burly figure contrived to squeeze- through the narrow case- ment at length and stood breathing loudly in the corridor. It was not a pleasant sight that met Christabel's gaze—a big man with a white, set face and rolling eyes and a stiff ben- ch -age about his throat. Evidently the intruder was utterly exhausted for he dropped into chair and ntirge0 Itis bead ,between his hands, "Now. what . has become of that fool?" he muttered. "rir!" Ile looked arotttid hila uneasily, but of flowers like as to the manner born, and her accent was only suf- (iefently American to render her con- versation piquant. "Von:. h.ayo always been used to this class of life?" Littimer asked, • "There you aro quite mistaken,,, Christabel said, coolly. "Por the last few years my existence has been. anything but a bed of roses. And your remark., my lord, savors slight- ly of impertinent curiosity. I might as well ask you wily:lour family is not here." . "We agreed to differ," Littimer re- sponded, I recollect it caused are a great 'deal of annoyance at the time. Axel my, son chose to take his moth- er's part. You knew I had a soar?a "Yes,". said Christabel, without looking up Trona the peach she was Peeling. "1 have met him." "Indeed. And what opinion did you form of my son, may I ask?" "Well, l rather liked him, He seemed to rue to be suffering from some great trouble,. and trouble I am sure that was not of his own creating." "Which means to say you feel rath- er sorry for Prank. But when you say the trouble was not of his own creating you are entirely Mistaken. It is not a nice thing to say, Miss. Lee, but any son was an utter and most unmitigated young scoundrel. If he carne here he would bo ordered out of the house. So far as I am concerned, I have ne soll at all. 1•le sides with itis mother, and his moth- er has a considerable private fortune of her own. Where she is at the present moment I have no idea. Nor do I care. Seems odd, does it not, that I should have been very fond of that woman at one time, just as it seems odd to think that I should have once been fond of treacle tart?" Littimer spoke evenly and quietly, with 'his eyes full upon the girl. He was deceiving himself, but he was not deceiving her for a moment, His callousness seemed to be all the more marked because the servants were in the room. But Christabel could see clearly what an effort it was. "You love your wife still," she said, so low that only Littimer heard. His eyes flashed, his face flamed with a sudden spasm of pas- sion. "Ase we to quarrel so early as this? he whispered: never ;quarrel," 'Christabel said, coolly; "I leave my antagonist to do that. But I have met: your son, and I like him. Ile may be weak, but he is a gentleman. You have made a mistake, and some day you will be sorry for it. Do you grow those orchids yourself?" Littimer laughed, with no sign of anger remaining. All the same, Christabel could see that his thin brown hand was shaking. She not- iced the lines -that pain hacl given under those shrewd black eyes. "You must see my orchids," he said. "Most of the specimens I ob- tained myself. They tell mel have at least three unique kinds. And now, if - you will permit me, I am going to smoke. The drawing -room is at your disposal, though I rarely enter it myself. I always retire at eleven, but that need not bind you in any way. It has been. altogether a most delightful evening. But Christabel did noe daily long in the drawing -room. As she wont upstairs and along the corridor she heard the snapping of the electric lights all-over the house as the ser- vants were preparing to retire. She paused just a moment in the alcove where the precious Rembrandt , was and located carefully the position of the switch there. Then she retired to own herroom,.h ii where e e she c an ed g her dress for e, simple black gown. A big clock somewhere was striking twelve as she finished. She looked out of her door. The whole house tvas in darkness, the silence seemed to cling like a curtain. She paused for a moment as if afraid to take the next step. If it wad fear, she shook it aside resolute - control itis is Undoubtedly Possessed by That Well- Known Family Medicine Dr. Chase's SYffur' Linseed and Turpentine Turpentine is considered a specific for bronchitis. The difficulty has been in the ad- ministration of turpentine so a$ to reach the irritated and inflamed parts and not be disagreeable to the patient. Not only has the trouble been overcome by Ili. Chase in his Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine, but he has also combined with turpentine two or three ingredients of almost equal power in soothing and healing the diseased' parts and overcoming bronebitfs and other dangerous ail- ments of the bronebial tubes and lungs. By a secret process these elements of ttit[uestloned medicinal power have ibeen combined in Dr. Chase's Syrup of .Linseed And Turpentine so as to be, pleasant to the taste and ruitablo for children and adults alike, The remarkable Success of "or. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and rf ur- pe)ltitie as a cure for !)rrinchitis, fu thrna, croup and whooping cough is sufficient evidence that it is effec- tive in ordinary coughs and colds. MRS. RICHMOND WITHHROW, Shu- benacadio, Hants Co„ N.S., Writes: -- "1 have used Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine with good success. My second daughter was troubled with bronchitis from the age of three weeks. Oftentimes I thought she would choke to death. The several remedies we got did not seem to be of much use, but the first dose of Dr. Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine brought relief and further treatment made a thorough Core. This trouble• used to , coma back from time to time, but the cella. is now permanent, Dm'. Cheese's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine has saved us many doctor's bilis, and I would not be without it ilt the house for many tunes its cost." Dr, Chase's Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine, 25 cents bottle, at all dealers or > dananson, Bates & Co„ Toronto. To protect, you against imitations the pet•trait and signa- ture of 1)r, A, W. Chase, the famous receipt book author, are on every bottle, his expression changed as 14s °yea, fell on the Rembrandt, IIe had the furtive look of a starving man who picks up a purse whilst the owner is still in sight. Ino staggered to- wercis the picture and endeavored to take it gently fr oih the support. He tried again and again, and then in a paroxysm of rage tore at the frame- work. work. "I guess that it can't be done," Christabel : said, drawlingly. "See sti`a,teger?" . . 1oginalci. Ileusoa ^ fairly gasped. As he turned round the ludicrous. mixture of cunning and confusion, anger and vexatious alarm on his face caused the girl to smile. • "I—I beg your pardon," he stam- mered. "I said it can't be done," the girl drawled, coolly, ' `Sandow- couldn't do it. The frame is made of iron axed it is fixed to the wall by four long stays. It's a neat job, though I say it myself; I persuaded Lord Littimer to have it done. And when I heard you two prowling about down there I was glad. I've got the, other one safe." "Oh, you've got the other one safe?" Henson said, blanklea Ire would have liked to have burst out into a torrent of passion, only he recognised his position. The thing was shamefully* funny. It was anything but nice for a man of his distinguished position to be detected in au act suspiciously like vulgar burglary. . Still, there must be some plausible way out of the difficulty if ho could only think of it. Only this girl : with the quaint, pretty face and spectacles did not look in the least like a fool. He would have to try what •blandisiuients : would do. "Aro you aware who I am?'.' he asked blandly. "What does it matter? I've got the other one, and no doubt he will be identified by' the police, If ' he doesn't say too much he may get off with a light sentence. It. is quite easy to see that you are the greater. scoundrel of the two." "My dear young lady, do you ac- tually- take me for a burglar?" There was a note of deep pain in II'enson's voice. He dropped ' into a :hair again, with a 'feeling of ut- ter weakness upon him. Tho girl's resolute mien and the familiar way in which sho handled her revolver failed him with the deepest apprehen- sion. "1 eau a very old fried and rela- tive of Lord Littimer's," he said. "01t, indeed. And is the other man a relative of Lord Littimer's also?" "Oh, why, confound it, yes. The other man, as you call him, is Lord Littimer's only son." Christabel glanced at Littimer, not without admiration. "Well, you are certainly a cool hand," she said. "You . are two clever thieves who have come hero for the express purpose of robbing Lord Littimer of one of his art trea- sures. I happen to catch one, and he immediately becomes the son of the owner of the place. I am so for- tunate as to bag the other bird, and he resolves himself into a relative of my host's, ' And you really exe. pect me to believe a Hans Andersen fairy story like that!" "I admit that apearances are against me," Henson said, humbly. "But I am speaking the truth." "Oh, indeed. Then why didn't you. come in through the front door? The violent exercise you were taking just now must be dangerous to a man of your build!" "I am afraid I shall have to make a clean breast of it," Henson said, with what he fondly imagined to bo an engaging smile. "You may, per- haps, be aware that yonder Rem- brandt has a history. It was stolen from its present owner once, and T have always said that it will be stolen again. Many a time I urged Lord Littimer to make it secure." "How grateful you should be to ree for having done so!" "Ah, you are cynical still, which is a bad thing for one so young and —or—charming. I ream° down here to see my very noble relative, and his SOD. accompanied me. I came to try and make peace between father and son.' But that is a family matter which, forgive. me, I cannot discuss' with a stranger. Our train was late or we, should have been here long ago. On reaching the castle it . strati. me as:a good idea to give Lord Littimer a lesson as to his carelessness. My idea was to climb through the window, abstract the Rembrandt, and slip quietly into my usual bedroom here. Then in the morning alter the picture had been missed, I was going,to tell the whole story. That is why Mr. Littimer entered this way and why 1 followed when I found that he had failed to return. It was a foolish thing to ,do, and •the deuouement has been most humiliating. I assure you that is all," "Not quite," Christabel drawled. "There is something else." "And what may that be my clear young lady?" "To toll your Story to Lord Litti- mer before you sleep. That kind of romance may do for Great Britain, but it wouldn't make good family reading in the Stakes,,' "But, my dear young lady, I beg of you; I.implore you--" "Come off the grass! I'm tolet you go quietly to bed and retire my- self, so that when: morning arrives ,you will be missing together with as much plunder as you can carry away, No, sir." Henson a•d'c anted angrily. His prudence had gorse for the time. As he came down upon Christabel she raised her revolver and fired two shots in quick succession. over Hen son's shoulder, The noise went eCho- itig and reverberating along the cor- ridor like a crackling of thunder. A door carne open with a Click, then a voice demanded to know what was wrong. "Now I guess the fat . is in the Christabel said. Henson dropped into a chair and groaned., :Lord Littimer,elegantly. attired in a suit of silk pyjamas and car'ying d .revolver a his hand, carne coolly down tlic ear •.iclor, A curious eervant of two would have followed, but he waved them bade crisply, 'Wise Lee,'he ',aid, with .a labit, sarcastie euq)1Lasis, "and my dear nko EIack;cr both equally Pirie, 'Uncolored, Undoetered, Unadulterated and Unmet ehable. CEYLON TEA is "Supreme .'•' Sealed lead packets only. Never sold in bulk. 25c and 40c' per M. By all grocers. THE GASOLINE ENGINE. •About 11 years ago I bought a run down farm, and in order to bring it to a higher state of cultivation de- termined to keep as many cows as possible and supply butter to priv- ate families living in the neighbor- ing city, writes 'C, W. Weston, The cows purchased, the next step was to build an icehouse and get a cab- inet creamer. This outfit worked fairly well but the ice crop was un- certain, and the distance to draw it long. At this tune there were no cream separators in this immediate vicinity, but I bought ono. - My power at this time was sup- plied . by hand and for awhile the separator appeared to run quite eas- ily, but after the novelty wore off it began to run very hard. I bought a xa horse power gasoline engine. It was an experimental•xhaciiine but ap- peared to work nicely. 1 blocked the engine up underneath theifloor in the milk room, put up a line of shafting and was soon separating and churning with none of that tired feeling which I had so lately been ex- periencing. " One morning on attempting to start the machine it absolutely re- fused to go, 'I made a hurried trip to the city and a good natured in- ventor accompanied mo to my home and upon taking off the cylinder cap found that the olatinum exploding points had simply gummed aver, thereby preventing their sparking. Again all was smooth sailing and with an occasional cleaning up of points my engine for awhile worked very nicely. But upon one of these occasional cleanings, after it had re- fused to work, I found the heat had drawn out. the platinum points >o that instead of a spark being made as .the electricity jumped across the short interval between them, they touched ono another. The current passed without sparking and no ex- plosion took place. A knife blade passed between the points separated them and thus remedied the difficulty and I was again doing business. It is evident that had I been pro- perly supplied with instructions at the beginning I should have been spared a great deal' of trouble. My engine is now working aswell as it ever did at any time during its best behavior, although it has been in constant use for five years. I run both the cream separator and a 50,. gallon churn. at the same time. I have simply to give the balance wheel a whirl when it starts off like a thing of life. The expense of oper- ating is as nothing when compared. to a steam engine. In the same manner belts may, be run out through the window and other machinery run. In fact there is almost no end to the variety of work which this handy, little machine friend and relative, Iteginalel Mon- son—Reginald, the future owner of Littimer Castle!" "So he told me, .but. I wouldn't be- lieve him," said Christabel. '"It is a cynical age," Littimer re - Marked. :"Reginald, what does this mean? (To. be Continued.) TII1N PEOPLE Food is not all that thin people need. Maybe they're sick. You can't make them eat by bringing then. food. But Scott's Emulsion can. make them eat. That Emul- sion give3 a elan appetite and feeds him both. It brings back lost flesh. No trouble about diges- tion. The weakest stomach can digest Scoll's Emusioiie It tastes good, too. Scott's•. Emulsion paves the way for l other food. When wasted and weakened by longillness appe- tite it gives strength tll akland that ordinary food can- not give. Not only food— medicine t00—SCOtt+S Emul- sion of lure cod -,liner oil. Well send. you a little to try you lila'. Y Y SCo'r1`& nnWNls, Taronte, o t will accomplish. As I have already shown, my engine was an experiment tal one, and perience and a little study had given I a green operator with- out proper instructions. Until e'x-- moa knowledge of its principles and workings,• it was nota success. Sinai two of my neighbors have each purchased an ougine though larger in size and vastly, improved and both aro giving satisfaction, LIVE STOCK IN WINTJDR. On account of scant means many farmers who have the desire to do well are deterred from furnishing the necessary shelter for stock in win- ter. Again, many others are renting and of course cannot afford to erect costly and permanent buildings. These and other causes operate to keep many thousands of stock out in the weather, suffering and losing flesh to themselves and money, to their owners, In some cases it may, be well nigh impossible to remedy , the evil, but no doubt in many it might be improved by plenty of fore- thought and just a little work. Even if your threshing in already done and you have no other shelter, it will pay to erect a stout framing on the order of a lean-to with the open side to the south and cover it well with straw. If threshing is not yet over, it will be no extra work to stack it that way as the straw. comes from the machine. Stock fodder, hay or other mater- ial may also be used to advantage in this way, and although it may seem a , waste of feed, it will be found to pay in the long run. in the . saving of feed which it will take to keep up the animal heat from increased exposure standing out in all kinds of weather. If the farm needs the manure (and what farm doesn't) there will also be a very large saving on that score There will not only be a larger quantity saved, but, the quality will at least be doubled and probably, in more than ordinary wet seasouve even quadrupled by avoiding tb leaching rains which ordinarily carry, away nearly all the elements which • are immediately beneficial -to grow- ing crops. QUALITY OP MILK. The majority of investigations concerning the improvement of the, quality of milk seems to indicat that a dairyman must look to . improvement of breed rather than the selection of feed. Withinthe breed he must select animals wr]tich show a high percentage of fat in the milk, as well as animals that will produce a large quantity. ROT IN POTATOES. A thoroughly satisfactory treat- ment for checking rot in potatoes is yet to be found, writes Mr. B. M. Vaughan . What has proved best in my experience is, first, keeping the storage cellar at a temperature as near 85 to 88 degrees as possible; seeigid, sorting the potatoes after they have completed their sweat in case any indication of wet rot is Shown, to prevent the rot spreading from the decaying tubers' to the sound ones. Dry rot is very rarely, if at all, transmitted from one po- tatoe to another. If the potatoes are left in pits in the Geld to sweat, prior to putting them in the cellar, they will usually show rot that may be ie them when they are taken from the pit. Pot toes which are nearly clean of 'dilate usually show -more rapid spread of the wet rot than do potatoes which are covered with a considerable 1 e coating of dry soil. Possibly the reason for this may be the fact that the dry soil is not a good medium for passage of the rot from one Poe tato to another. STORING CABBAGE. First a dry spot of ground must be selected, if possible one that is naturally well drainer!, but avoid a •hillside. With a large plow make a trench 6 to 8 inches deep going and returning in the same furrow_ and finishing with a Shovel, that is cleaning out the smallridge in the center which has been left by the, plow. On a dry day the' cabbage is pulled and turned upside down and allowed to drain for an hour or .so. Place the cabbage .in the trench close together with the roots up. Then plow several furrows against the cabbage on either side and finish with a shovel putting on about sic incites of dirt. When the ground has frozen 2' or 8 inches cover with corn stapes to the depth of a foot. If the cabbage shows any signs of decay it is time ill -§pent to bury it, also in seasons when the rainfall has been excessive during growing season, cab- bags will keep but a shoat, tiire and should net be buried, A PARADISE FOR PAUPERS. An atn.using letter was read to the Birmingham (England) guardians roc ently from one of the hundred aged inmates of the city workhouse, who are now boarded out at ltisebr•idge, Surroy, in consequence of over- ci•owdin ;•. The writer said it wee the most beautiful coati eve seen, and wished that the gttardian;s were them ''to enjoy it likawisfaa neve 15 a nice little stream at gra,u.ra back of the hothe and soiree good fishing, tvhile there etc three public hat 'see within dvr, litinuteS. In fact, you can see one ,from: o•ur c Langl )er. l rel this ( g, 1 o y h t'lier e were t',.'WC more of tlio ola tehtint here."