The Signal, 1894-11-22, Page 2A Little Daughter
Of a Church of .England minister
cured of a distressing rash, by
Aye's Sarsapiarilln, Mr. RIt'HARD
Burrs, the well-known Druggist, 307
McGill st., 3lontraal, 1'. Q., says:
I have sold A'. r'. Family Medicines
for it) year'., and hay, heard nothing but
grad raid ../ them. I kuow of many
Wonderf u Cures
performed Inc Ayer's Sarsaparilla,—one
in purocntar le su;; that U( a little
daughter of a Chir. li of England minis-
ter. The rhihl ,was literally covered
from bead to foot with a red and ex-
ceedingly trtuble,.ome rash, from which
she had sstflrted -tri two or three years,
in spite of the boost tuedit•ul treatment
available. llcr father was in great
distress about the case, anal, at nay
recommendation, vet last beg to to ad-
minister Ayer'. S. *sinlarilla, two bot-
tles of wh h et.r• ' d \a complete cure,
mutb ti. 1:1r r. i. f cud liar fath• rb
llel',Iit. I ::. , •... a-ei, he here to.il:u v,
hewoul.l t,•,' ' '.i tL.• strssgsst terms
as to ab; m.•rj;s ,1
Ayer's S:i sapariiia
Tennent. tar 1•r & t'ail.oaof, Mosso
Cures others, will cure you
DEACON BATES'
AWAKENING.
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story et Yarm We.
I.ivtSc.r,es.
MRS. Bradley vend come to Berkshire
with her husband and many others to at-
tend the annual convocation of their chur:h.
While the rested in her room after the
morning sermon, she heard a conversation
which i terested her, between two men on
the rerandah just under her window.
Through the half open blinds she recog-
nized one of them as Deacon iates,asturdy
farmer delegate, who had shown much good
sense in the few words he had spoken upon
one of the resolution's in the business meet
mg.
' Whether farming can be made a. pay or
not depends a good deal upon the sort of
wife • man has," Deacon Bates was saying.
and this was the sentence which arrested
Mn Bradley's attention.
" If he has to run the tarm and the house
too, depend up.mm hired help, be can't lay up
anything. One of my neighbors is in that
ix : his wife don't know how to work her-
self ; she trusts everything to help, and she
spend. her time gadding about. Things go
at sixes and sevens ; their butter end poul-
try are the poorest in the market. I am
sorry for him. I helices I've got the best
wife in the country, myself," he went on,
tipping back his chair against the house and
clasping his hands over the book of hie head;
" she beats every thing there is going for
work. She 'tends to everything herself, is
up at daylight, and sometimes before, and
her butter as tip-top ; we get the biggest
prises going. She's • splendid cook, too : 1
never sed go away from home to get good
victuals now I tell you. Well, the fact is,
she is as smart as a steel trap •t anything
she takes held tet. She makes all her owe
clothes and most of mine, and boards the
farm hands, and once is a while takes a
some city boarders I never would • been
so forehanded if it bade t • been for her.
And she's always at bogie. Summer and
Winter : I don't believe she's been off the
place, only to en to church, this twenty
years-"
" Poor drudge "' Mrs. Bradley exclaimed
to herself, se the dinner bell put an end to
the on.vers•tios.
it se happened that in the Bourse of that
Seamier Mr. sad Mrs. Bradley, wishing to
find eegifortebls quarters for a few weeks in
the country, near enough to the city so that
Mr. Bradley oonld go in and oat °osves-
iestly, were directed to Berkshire and to
the house of Demos Rates.
It was not until the was seated at the tea
table in the noel dining room of the Bates'
family one July evening, that Mrs. Bradley
identified the deacon as the man with an ex-
traordinary wife. Mrs. Balm did sot look
is the least like the busy, heather worker
Mrs. Bradley had pictured. She was a
. mall, pole woman, with gray hon and
wistfel brown eyes. Her low spoken words
were few, and her sansr &pstketi s, as if
life had lost its Haver, if it ever had any.
Derby/ the next few weeks Mrs. Bradley
had epportasity to prove that i)eaeo.
Bear had spoken truly of his wife. Her
house was • model of neet.e s,hr 'vietnai'
were truly ddirees mid each day she tan -
ed elf an amount of work, assisted caly by
ma other pair of hands, which was truly u-
endible. ' A warkiae-mineh'-s," Mrs.
Bradley tresght, es she watehsd the tread-
mill renal of sehmmisg sUb,ehesi.r,bak
itag, dreads/ remise', wethi re, us.iag,
soaking end wsshi.g dishes. beginning as
.ms -cine awl tow be say mases winded u
Aasmh►
Bemsitmes in the twillabt the lima we
msr'nesta • tow milswty them MA
•ms1111==lltiliVhilLat
owner Mee me- -too 45 obi *
.
but the weary listener usually madded is
the midst sl it.
one *easing after tea, as Mrs. Bradley
wandered sheet the /knee. she came upon
Mrs. bases, who was est soder the apple
tree woreged in pieties °Woken..
'• Yee are at It early and late, aren't
you •" Mrs. Bradley said, as she watehol
the swift Myers fly over the plump chicken.
I heard that you were perfectly remark •
able,bst 1 bad Dot Imagined that cite se pr-
nsteatly industrious elated."
" 1 es heard that of me .'. Mrs. Bates
e aclumed, with more loosest than she
bad ever biter, displayed. " How could
you '"
" It was when the convention was held
at Berkshire. I happened to overhear your
husband sounding your praises."
Mrs Bradley hoped that at last she had
found the key to omit this closed heart, as •
gleam of surprise flashed for an instant on
the worn Moe of the farmer's wife, so she
exerted all her powers of 1leouna : she
praised the flower garden, remarked on the
fine chickes,and admired the luxuriant viae
which clambered over the wood house : but
Mrs. Haus seemed absentminded and ler
inclined to talk than usual. There was
silence for • moment while she worked as ii
her lite depended upon setting deme at a
"erta.e moment. Mrs. Bradley was just
thinking how useless it was to try to get
anything out of such • wooden woman,when
suddenly Mrs. Bates, without lifting her
eves from her work, irkd out • oui-
tioe
" Mrs. Bradley, I should like to keow-
w.uld you mid telliagmewhat nwas Dan-
iel said that day up to Berkshire'"
" Who' Ole. B•tee Oh, he said he had
the hest wife in the whole country
and then, searching her memory, Mfrs.
Bradley gave a faithful report of what she
had hard.
It was curious to note the effect of her
words in the light which came into the add
eyes, and the faint flush which came over
the faded cheeks.
Dad Daniel say that •"
The wistful tees sad the-startlingtear
were earful to other women, who dfecttea-
not to see or hear anything. She broke off
• spray of flowering currant, and said, as
she tucked it in her telt and moved away,
" Yee, he did, and I quite agree with
him." And thee remarked t• herselt,
" Poor creature, she has a heart, after all
It was an hour later, when she eat alone
on the front pian i. that Deacon Bate., his
chores all done, came and sat es the upper
step. He was • man of much shrewd intel-
h`rence, who read his weekly religious paper
front end to end, and liked to discuss an er
title or • doctrine with a bright woman like
Mrs. Bradley. His wife was still busy in
the kitchen, as the rattling of milk pans
fregi.ently testified. Mrs. Bradley's thought
followed the tired worker : her kind heart
longed to make the "retry life of this woman
different.
If only somebody would speak a few
plain words to her husband, she r'dested.
and get his eyes opened.
" Why not do that yourself" mid her
inner voice.
She shrank from that, though, telling her
conscience that she would some time if she
got a good opportunity.
The deacon, taking off his hit, ran his
fingers meditatively through his gray locks,
and opened upon an article he had read that
afternoon on the comparative merits of •
trade or profession compared with farming.
'• In my opinion," he declared, after des
caoting for some length upon the subje.•t,
the farmer has the beet of it every time :
it's • healthy, independent sort of life, and
he doesn't have to wort like • slave the
year mond: in the winter he eon get time
to tinker at odd jobs, and de a sight of read-
ing besides, if he's so disposed.
Then Mrs. Bradley could not resist say
log
•• And the farmers' wives' They, too,
have • god rest in the winter fairly Idle,
aren't they!'
" Oh, no : there's plenty of work, but it
isn't hard. In the fall, .iter the berries are
put up, comes the drying of apples sad
pnmpkise. Then the sausages to make and
lard and tallow to fry out. When all that's
done, there's a lot of sewing and knitting
and carpet rags. My wife makes her own
carpet., and my clothe, and the boys', all
but our Seeley coats. Then it takes • lot
of cooking to keep three or four appetites
going, and we don't have any help in the
winter, usually."
" Is it possible that all this is added to
the work of the summer' i do not wonder
that according to statistice a large propor-
tion of the women sosfined in lunatic asy-
lums are farmers' wives. it is a dreary life,
making a woman tete a perfect drudge."
" Well, I don't know," the farmer an.
swered, musingly : " we must earn our
bread by the sweat of our brow. The Bible
says that work's good for us. I guess it is
and a wise provision of providence i don't
knew as it's any wens for won.es than it is
tor men."
"But .t seers to me that the lot of the
farmer's wife is Ism desirable than that of
her husband. Aoso ding to your own im-
mune, the has lege leisure, and thee he
seems to have more variety in hie work, and
it as relieved by small pleasures. la sem
mar it is meetly nut of door ; this he
jumps into his wagon and is off to tows two
or three times • week on errands ; and his
neighbor often happens along and leans on
the fence and talks. At ones he takes •
nap u his °hair or reads his paper a few
minutes ; but awarding to my observation
• farmer's wife is a drudge. She seems to
have se time ler thsse little root plasm. sad
the cssmq°csee is, all is dreary mei anew
tosses. It is se wander she loses M stied
ad has paralysis, for her work i. sow
dams."
Dams Rata sat a8ent for a sunt&,
ewe be thesgbtfsuy serubed this may
stubble es his akin, than he said seely,_
"I d'se, with* We sad I smut thought'
Aust M i. jstilhal wap."- , •
Yea BaSea .rend the emus of the
beim. loot tom. end melt dei, +farms
deem iter tie Wein ileitis
ttiMweMif lftr f
..da6esd fel.
T!6 22. .
"Year wits is • siervel to ms, aessm-
/Yskisg all site doss," Mrs. Bradley said as
she watched her , "But she tools worn : r
the will tweak s.om day soddenly, I tear. i
It would make • weedswfld dotage in this
home to have her busy heads mad feet still
forever, wosids't a r
Tb. deacon tarred sad looked at Mrs.
Bradley hell wildly, as is such • thing had
never crossed his mind. Then he got up,
strode over to the It.. just as his wife was
about to lift the basket of sloth.., and tak-
ing it from her, carried it tate the house.
She followed &maned.
Not since the int years of tbetr married
life had 'Dan'l' offered to do any of her
work 1Vhat had come ever bmf'
When Derma testes had anything special
on his mind he was to betake himself to the
orchard. He went there now and sat down
os a low, gnarled '.tinb and leaning his head
against a tree,troed tothink over the torment -
leg words Sirs Bradley had just spoken.
They nettled him. He told himself she
ought to mind her own business. Kat after
all, he had himself to blame. By his con-
fession his wit. was • hard worked woman.
It was too humiliating ' He had prided
himself on being kind to animals and coo
sidsrate toward help. Was it possible he
hail been cruel to his own wife' It most
look so, or • good woman like Mrs. Bradley
would not have spoken as she did.
Tile deacon was • good n an. lie was
not ming to spare himself, new that iie eyes
were getting wide open. He weut hock
over the years when they first came to the
farm, when •t'ynthy' was y oung and bright.
She usad to talk and lamb than. What
had changed her into the silent woman she
n-iw
" If her busy hands sad I. ' • should he
still forever "' What awful words ' lie
had no mere calculated on any change of
that kind than the 'old eight-day clock
which had ticked on forty years should sud-
denly leave its place, And, thee, that
dreadful thought about farmers' wives be•
coming insane. lie had read enough to
know that melancholy is simply another
species of ismnity. What if that state
should be slowly coming upon his wife, for
certainly she grew more silent and sad from
year to year.
It must be that she did work too hard,
for when he came to reckon it up and tell
over to Mrs. Bradley all the work she did
summer and winter, it was more than he
had supposed. How could she get any time
for voing -out' And now that he thought
of it, she never went anywhere, except to
church, and not always there, because often
she was too•tired. Hew different it used to
be ' Once she fre.tueatly went to town with
him, and the eccasioeally took tea with a
neighbor or drove in to sewing -society.
But of late years work had been so press-
ing
reming that there had been no time fur going or
inviting company. He had just gone on
buying more land and more cows and em-
ploying more men, so addinr to her labor,
while see had but the one helper they used
to have when the farm was small. And. as
if this was not enough, he had encouraged
her to go on taking summer boarders oc-
casionally as she had herself suggested long
ago, one year when the crops had failed.
And he pretended to think she did it all
because she loved work so much. That was
all stuff. He had seen her stand in the door
and look after him, when he rode off to town
on • pleasant afternoon, and he had heard
something like a sigh lest ae he started.
The dear, good woman had net complained
or said sharp words ; he wished she had,
then maybe her pig-headed husband might
have seen things as they were. The truth
was, the love of money had taken possession
of him, and he had sacrificed everything.
He had not hinted to hut wife that she
must spare herself, and he had forgotten to
speak words of praise.
lie hated himself ' for, although he had
been mean, selfish and grasping, hs still
loved the wife of his youth. What would
all the money and land he had scraped to.
gather be to him when he had lard her in
the old burying -ground ` The sturdy
Termer, as he eat there thinking times sharp
truths in the gathering shadows, realized
for a moment, the desolation of going no
without her. He bowed his head and pray-
ed with all his soul that he might be for-
gives, that he and his wife might re to-
gether, hand in hand, down the hill to the
gate that leads out of this life into the life
eternal.
The darkness had settled down when
Deacon Rates got up and went into the
honey. He had gone over everything, had
reconstructed affairs on a new basis and
made sural plans. He would have no
difficulty in carrying them out, for his word
had ever been law in his own hoose. If he
had suggested anything, it must surely be
done, and this pot on account of tynnsy,
but on account of the old-fashioned rever-
ence for bee husband as head of the family
which Mrs. Rata had always maintained.
and instilled into the muds of her children.
"Father kaowe best," was her unvarying
decision.
It was not like i)eacos Hates to say much
•boat his good resolution&, but to proceed
to pet then into practice as soon as pos-
sible. Then was no light in the sitting -
room when he mitered but that of the moon
which streamed in at the long window.
He thourht the room was empty till he
caught sight of his wife asleep in her chair.
Her mild, pale face upturned is the white
light sort a pang through the heart of the
sell-oosviotd tragi. He weal over to her
and laying hie hand upon her herd, said : -.
"ems, mother, you'd betser eat wait up
for t e hays : I'd go right is bed if i were
yea"
He oe.ti.ssd to smooth her hair as he
said it, and Mrs. Yarm preseutty sat up
straight sad wenisire. it was bag sines
her bwilksmi bad lest the habit of besierwisle
little emdmeemehe : be .s.& shim to de this
very tkmig it the old days.
tyres Denial ping to de ?'
110 am*im..ree, wee after broakh.k.
Mr Busse watt awe in his spring wage..
rstuwimg it she epees .f two Wow with
ohm etesmo, elm similludglises
as smite memaimtr, fir.
ititd IOW
r,di '
mind yen keep tier hooey,' he told the mime
imbed woman. 'and sou ret been,
est.'
Is she afternoon Mr. Bates drove to
tow., sued as Mrs. Bradley W the day te-
fere said the wished to metok wage were -
ONO he wok her &lose, taking eooawe as
they were well es their way
I'm much obliged to yea, Mrs. Bradley,
for hoeing me • Met about my wife last
sight. I have been as blind as an old hal.
But 'slough said. Things II be different.
New I want to ask another favor l wish
you'd pick out a dram fax my wits- • dee
one that'll do for best. I'm gorse to take
her out Went is sea hee ester when the
crops an all in Sbe doess't know • word
about it yet."
Mn. (Bradley was delighted : she would be
glad to hell. What would be like •'
"Oh, you must settle that : something
sort o'laitylike : black, I Sorer : and get
tomo of that soft, white stuff such as you
wear around your week and some ribbons
and all the trimmin's."
A more dazed woman than Mrs. Rates
could sot be found, and when her husband,
that night, after everyone else had gene to
bed, preeeoted her with • roll et heedsonte
cashmere.
And, t'yothy,' he said, "you must
have it made up nice, like Mrs Bradley's,
with some ribbon • fl'ittrin' in the wind
"What's the matter with you. lion I "'
hie wife added, anxiously. "Whatever
does all this mean "'
"It means, little wesma, that I've hiss
an old brute. I've ipt you slave
Most to death wild sot • mile N flow_
thrown in. Now its goiy to be stopped.
I'm going to take care of you the rest of the
way. What would you say now to talon' a
trip trot West next month to see your sister
Hannah
It was too much. Mrs. Bates could only
cry and cry as if she would sever step,
while her husband murmured as he ser ked
her hair
conned0 are curious. I looked for you
to laugh instead of cry, tyothy " The
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TIM OLD TUNLEY CLOCK.
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New York Sun Among the household
goods that .loesph Tunley brought to Am•
erica with him from F:ogland mere than
ninety years ago wee a tall wooden clock
which had 'been in the Tunley family for
generations' Joseph Turley settled in what
is sow the tows of Sothis. Lyons cosntt.
He died years ago. The clock was a loud
ticking, lloud-striking time piece, sit fest
high, and re.luird to be wound but once •
week. It had run without stop, ,varutteo,
or repairs of any kinds foreighty years, when
it suddenly ceased going. F:t•trt clock
tinkers were cathed in to hind outjwbet ailed
the ancient clock, so the timepiece would
run again, for it was thought fondly of by
the Tunley family, the !head of which, in
whose possession the clock was, was Joseph
Tusfey, son of tbeemigrant Tunley. Noss
of the clock makers and minders could dis-
cover anything wrong with the old clock.
There was nothing out of repair with its
machinery, and there was no reason, they
all said, why it should not tick and strike
just as well as it ever had. But:it wouldn't.
Swing its pendulum as much es they might
i.•• sound would issue from the clock ;and at
lest t h.. family reluctantly stowed the stub -
bur a neirloom it, the garret. This was twelve
visit. ago.
Four years ago, Joseph Tunley, then •
very old scan, beeame seriously ill. ,Ile had
been ill several days. and at midnight one
night he aroused suddenly one night from •
served-stupoi in which he had been lying,rese
up it. bed, and said to his sort, Joseph, who
was sitting beside him
".foe, I hear the old clock ague "
The son went out into the sittisi-room,
opened the door to the steirs,and was start-
led to hear the loud and almost forgotten
tick of the clock from its place up in the
garret. Ye called his wife. And she, too,
hearing the ticking, they went into the gar -
✓ ot. The old timepiece. covered with dust
and cobwebs, had started at 12 o'clock that
night. and was running with all its ancient
vigor. This uneanny proceeding naturally
rave the family great uneasiness. The old
man's son retarsed ,te his father's bed
side.
"1 ou are richt, father,' he said. 'The old
clock is runnier al well as ever I will
carry it down stain tomorrow and set it in
your room.'
The old mita turned on his side and sank
into • peaceful slumber, the int he hod
been in since his clines. He slept for
nearly three hours. Then he suddenly start-
ed ap again.
'Hark" he said. 'i hear the clock
Who -
As be spoke the words the clock,etrnck 3.
it had not struck the beer at either 1 or 2.
At lithe last stroke of three the old man
sank back in his bed. He was dead. His
son went to the garret is the morning. The
clock was not running. It had stopped at
the hour of 3.
The eccentric timepiece was left to its
seelnsien in the garret. It remained as si-
lent as it had for eight years proceeding it.
Mange starting op on the night old Joseph
Timidly died Besides his non and daughter
in-law, old Mr. Tinley was survived by a
grandson. One afternoon in the latter part
of lam month,this young man and his father
west out to the orebard to gather apples
As hour or so latter Mrs.Tenley was alarm-
ed to hear the old dock strike three, and
then begin ticking loudly from its career is
the garret. Although she was greatly
frightened, she west into the garret to see
if she might not he mistaken the was not.
The clea was running as if it had never
w arped. filled with fosboding Mrs. Ins-
ley hurried trove the house to semen her
husband and sea She met her husband
c.mkeg from tits erehard. He was 0147 Villa
his sem, 1P110:1111111/ usooaseieue. He bi asahhe.
from an apple tree mad fractured his skull.
It was afterwards knows that be had faller
free the trees at just 3 o'clock.
YesesTully sorer recovered oonecieus-
n em. lbs old sleek osstis.sd rr.ity,but
did net strike _.other her until the follow-
ing ahereoaa. Thee it struck fear and at
that hour Te ky died. The desk
stopped ea the hour, sed there the hands
remained. And thesis Obey will roams., .r
reeling to the esiveesal belief of all is the
menseeity, until the 'massy temples -
agate w et to ei msumes the deem Osumi
stem eegsber ofthe leslsy f *Uy.
flcahseh re dull Messier lellsws ottani,
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ease men esus epeeist atissties to its
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ped eelekis the skim for the prompt
and peeper etesskisa of ell *Mass el
printing. A perusal of Ibis assesses-
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seed etin snob eine we soa stemethieg yes �
citoar ppsm ! eargde.t
that our etitrrte to please will meet with
the approval .f ear patroes
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This useful sins is kept. in the full
range of towlines rune se letter
herds. Vi• bile
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In this line we have a very large
stock of fine writing papers suit
able for every class of business
represented in this locality, coin
prising laid and wove, linens,
quadrille and other papers, ruled
or unruled, as may be required.
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are not so generally used, they ill
an important place in commercial
corre.pontience. See what we've
got under the above beads.
If the "pay asy.0-go" plan was
the order of the day the demand
for account paper would not be
so great , but there are some men
who get so many dunners that
they wonder if the stork will ever
run out. We don't intend it to,
and at present our stock is coin
plate in this line with four sizes.
Good paper and neat ruling.
t3laleut Wes
Roth single and double dollars
and mute columns. They come
cheaper than bill heads, and are
the proper thing to send after a
delinquent once a month. They
are sure to fetch bun 'round—
sometime.
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Now, it would he hard to get
along without envelopes, and to
keep up with the demand for
them we keep a large stock on
hand. We have now about a
hundred thousand in stock, and
the prior* will range from i,'oc. to
i2.thj per M. «-e handle rota
mercial and legal sizes e'ICI terivPIT.
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iisa alr.•aily been partially entail
crated in some of the beads above.
There is, however, a vast amoun
of work under this head that to
enumerate would more than take
up the entire space occupied by
this adv't, but we do it all at Ten
SIGNAL.
ver lai.ons
to an "At Home" or a wedding
require considerable taste in selec
tion eoutetimea, but we make it
an easy matter by keeping in
stock the very latest and best
samples to be had. Call and row.
V rograms
of entertainments and meetings
promptly turned out, from the
plain but neat to the most elegant
with cord and pencil attached.
C.rtu\ars
We aim to excel in sal the differ
ext kinds of work we turn out,
but especially in this, and keep
in stock plain and fancy papers
suitable for all requirements.
Cavils ma T'.ek.iets
This head covers • large range of
work, from a bread or milk ticket
to a neat calling card, from aa or-
dinary admission ticket to • tasty
business card or a handsomely
printed membership ticket
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Our facilities for turning out this
class of work are evidenced by the
fact that the great bulk of it is
done by us. This line also in-
cludes
odtgers
which our three fast -running job
presses are able to turn out in a
surprisingly short time.
aft )A\.s
belong to the poster department
also, trend we make a specialty .f
them—pr'ovepta.se being our aim
in this respect A notice of sale
will appear in The total. free of
charge when bilis for sass ere got
here.
.s `cmc.% of 'W orbs:
in the typcRnphical pitman lime
can bet= be this mgr Minket
in an expeditious tad gree ds
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t►txr rwwwmbke..
We ,wined our thmaks for pad tie
ore antisolicit a eoatimn.aoe of dm
sht�w
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gaging.
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