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The Huron Expositor, 1922-10-06, Page 7B+fir Lf'kion'ilk 'Ee^1" ffil8lffiffi!f C:A4'+iffilt'wi sa ut r�cr.+,t.,,s r•,,w� •ItitiagitP3V411‘00e IC r �C �t h'p � k -ik 10 DR. F. J. R. FORMA GradyRr uate. in Torontq Late a ie VW altaut ea • and Thiara' alis, UniVeratty ox �# 06 prig e }� - -re. ;'Throat. Hoe4 L'0, �i on1� ` t Commercial Motel,'Senfor ; ird.Wednesday in each month' from =11ax), to• 8 m; 58 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. Phone 287, Stratford. CONSULTING ENGINEERS James, Proctor & Redfern Limited. 86 Toronto at.. Toronto, Can. Bridges. Pavements, Waterworks, Sewer- age Systems. Incinerators, Factorise. Arbitrations, Litigation. Phone Adel. 1044. Cathie: 'JPRCO"Toronto OUR FRES—Usually paid oat of the ineney we save oar clients. MERCHANTS CASULTY CO. Specialists in Heal't'h and Accident Insurance. "Policies liberal and unrestricted. Over $1,000,000 paid in losses. Exceptional opportunities for local Agents. 904 ROYAL BANK BLDG., 11778-60 Toronto, Ont. LEGAL R. S. HAYS. Barrister Solicitor, Conveyancer and Slotary Public. Solicitor for the Do- minion Bank. Office in rear of the Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Money to lean. Mel BEST & BEST Barristers, Solicitors, Convey- ancers and Notaries Public, E'te. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. mer PROUDFOOT, KILLORAN AND HOLMES Barristers, Solicitors, Notaries Pub- lic, etc. Money to lend. In Seaforth an Monday of each week. Office in Kidd Block. W. Proudfoot, K.C., J. L. Killoran, B. E. Holmes, VETERINARY F. HARBURN, V. S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College, and honorary member of the Medical Association of the Ontario Veterinary College. Treats diseases of all domestic animals by the most mod- ern principles. Dentistry and Milk Fever a specialty. Office opposite Dick's Hotel, Main Street, Seaforth. All orders left at the hotel will re - waive prompt attention. Night calls received at the office JOHN GRIEVE, V. 8. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- e,erryy College. All diseases of domestic animals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich street, one door east of Dr. Scott's office, Sea - forth. MEDICAL C. J. W. HARE. M.D.C.M. 426 Richmond Street, London, Ont., -Specialist, Surgery and Genio-Urin- ary diseases of men and women. DR. J, W. PECK Graduate of Faculty of Medicine McGill University, Montreal; member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; Licentiate of Medical Coun- ell of, Canada; Post -Graduate Member of Resident Medical staff of General Hospital, Montreal, 1914-15. Office, 2 doors east of Post Office. tPhone 56. H ensall, Ontario. DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence, Goderick street east of the Methodist church, Seaford Phone 46, Coroner for the County of Heron. DR. C. MACKAY o'l C. Mackay honor graduate of Trin- ity University, and gold medallist of Trinity Medical College; member of else College of Physicians and Sur- - e :eons of Ontario. DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses is Chicago Clinical School of Chicago; Royal Ophthalmic Hospital London, England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office—Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5, Night calls answered from residence, Victoria street, Seaford. AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for eke conation of Huron and Perth. Correspondence errangamenta for sale dates can be made by calling up phone 97, Seaforth or Tie Expositor Office. Charges mod. orate and satisfaction guaranteed. R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the County of Hutton.. Sales attended to in all parts of the county. Seven years' ex- perience in Manitoba and Saskatche- wan. Terme reasonable. Phone No. 175 r 11, Exeter ;entralia P. 0., R. R. No 1. Orden left at Tke Huron R. Mee, Seaforth, promptly (Condoned from least efolilc.) To lessen this -y scour Mge2'ariane had looted a carload of plank switch. ed on to a aiding, and a gang of men in charge of Jack,—who had now reached his Chief's Side,—were drag- ging them along the down -stream slope to form sluices with which to break the force of the scour. The top of the flood now poured into the mouth of the newly dug trench, biting huge mouthfuls of earth from its sides in its rush; spreading the reddish water fan-like over the down -stream slope: first in- to gullies; then a broad sluiceway that sunk out of sight in the soft earth; then crumblings, slidings of tons of sands and gravel, with here and there a bowlder washed clean; the men working like beavers; here to free a rock, there to drive home a plank, the trench all the while deep- ening, widening—now a gulch ten feet across and as deep, now a canon through which surged a solid mass of frenzied water. With the completion of the first row of planking MacFarlane took up a position where he could overlook all parts of the work. Every now and then his eyes would rest on a water - gauge which he had improvised from the handle of a pick; the rise and fall of the wet mark showing him both the danger and safety lines. He seemed the least interested man in the group. Once in a while he would consult his watch, counting the "sec- onds, only to return to the gauge. That thousands of dollars' damage had so far been done did not seem to affect him in the least. Only when Jack would call out that everything so far was solid on the main "fill" did his calm face light up. Tightening his wide slouch hat far- ther down on his head, he drew up the tops of his high-water boots and strode through the slush to the pick - handle. His wooden record showed that half an hour before the water had been rising at the rate of an inch every three minutes; that it had then taken 'six, and now required eight! He glanced at the sky; it had stop- ped raining and a light was breaking in the west. Pocketing his watch he beckoned to Jack: "The worst is over, Breen," he said in a voice of perfect calmness—the tone of a doctor after feeling a pa- tient's pulse. "Our culvert is doing its work and relieving the pressure. This water will be out of here by morning. Tell the foreman to keep those planks moving wherever they do any good, but they won't count much longer. You can see the dif- ference already in the overflow. And now go up to the house and tell Ruth. She may not know we are all right and will be worrying." Jack's heart gave a bound. No more delightful duty could devolve on him. "What shall I tell her about the ed. damage if she asks me, sir?" he de- manded, hiding his pleasure in a per- functory, businesslike tone, "and she will." "Tell her it means all summer here for me and no new bonnets for her until next winter," replied MacFar- lane with a grim smile. "Yes, I suppose, but I referred to the money loss," Jack laughed in re- ply. "There is no use worrying her if we are not to blame for this." He didn't intend to worry her. He was only feeling about for some topic which would prolong his visit and encourage conversation. "If we are, it means some thou- sands of dollars on the wrong side of the ledger," answered MacFarlane af- ter a pause, a graver tone in his voice. "But don't tell Ruth that. Just give her my message about the bonnet— she will understand." "But not if McGowan is liable;" argued Jack. If Ruth was to hear bad news it could at least be quali- fied. "That depends somewhat on the wording of his contract, Breen, and a good deal on whether this village wants to hold him to it. I'm not crossing any bridges of that kind, and don't you. What I'm worrying about is the number of days and nights it's going to take to patch,this work so they can get trains through our tun- nel— And, Breen—" "Yes. sir," answered Jack, as ho stopped and looked over his shoulder. There were wings on his feet now. "Get into some dry clothes before you come back." While all this had been going on "TheOnk Remedyfe Says This Doctor "The treatmeetof ekindieseses (eczema) and diseases of the scalp is known to bo +Dealt," wtites Dr. W. L. Randolph. However there is one remedy that is known to lie entirelydcpendabie in this dirtreseing and treubleaomeditease. t refer to D. D. D. Prescription." If you have never tried D. D. D. tor skin dieseases, whether a small spot, or whether one of the dreaded forme, -the Wit of ecmma or the hard scales orpsoriasi Ya bottle atoned on our guarantee that if it oew't relieve iron your money will be reftlnded, 21.00 a bottle. Try D. D. D. Soap, too. foratil FOR SALE BY ALL DEALERS r Yl fl 90e? 0 t to het' tb' t dee,"--!' ere hf a alp of: em 70,0110d or sere, caino he words."?"dg booas'e wetWA* a n't• nobody ,seen bjm` alive, eo de�+,, sayt.�" Per ,an inatant. she elnteheyi 'tom ,band rail to keep hok from falling, WA, with:, a c ot.terror'she.;caught u an OId el th cape, bound a that to bei bead with a loose veil,, and was dq teres "end into the street before Mite boy had reached the curb, "Yes, mum," he stammered breath- lessly, his eyes bulging from `lis head, "Oh! it's awful, mum! Don't know how many's drownded! Everybody's shovelin' on de railroad dump, but dere ain't nothin' kin save it, dey say!" She raced on—across the long street avoiding the, puddles as best she could; past the Hicks Hotel—no sign of Jack anywhere—past the factory fence, until she reached the railroad, where she .stopped, gathered her bed- raggled skirts in her hand and then sped on over the cross -ties like a swallow, her little feet scarce touch- ing the cinders. Jack had caught sight of the flying girl as she gained the railroad and awaited her approach; he supposed she was the half -crazed wife or daugh- ter of some work -man, bringing news of fresh disaster, until she approach- ed near enough for him to note the shape and size of her boots and the way the hat and veil framed her face. But it was not until she uttered a cry of agony and ran straight toward him, that he sprang forward to meet her and caught her in his arms to keep her from falling. . "Oh, Jack!—where is daddy— where—" she gasped. "Why, he is all right, Miss Ruth— everybody's all right! Why did you come here? Oh, I am so sorry you have had this fright! Don't answer —just lean on me until you get your breath." Yes—but are you sure he is safe? The grocer's boy said nobody had seen hint alive." "Of course I am sure! Just look across—there he is; nobody could ever mistake that old slouch hat of his. And look at the big 'fill.' It hasn't given an inch, Miss Ruth— think of it! What a shame you have had such a fright;" he continued as he led her to a pile of lumber beside the track and moved out a dry plank where he seated her as tenderly as if she had been a frightened child, standing over her until she breathed easier. "But then, if he is safe, why did you leave daddy? You are not hurt yourself, are you?" she exclaimed suddenly, reaching up her hand and catching the sleeve of his tarpaulin, a great lump in her throat. "Me, hurt!—not a bit of it,—not a scratch of any kind,—see!" As an object -lesson he stretched out his arm with one clenched hand smote his chest gorilla fashion. "But you are all wet—" she per- sisted, in a more reassured tone. "You must not stand here in this wind; you will get chilled to the bone. You must go home and get into dry clothes;—please say you will go?" Something warm and scintillating started from Jack's toes as the words left her lips, surged along his spinal column, set his finger tips tingling end his heart thumping like a trip hammer. She had called him "Jack!" She had run a mile to rescue him and her father, and she was anxious lest he should endanger his precious life by catching cold. Coldl—had he been dragged through the whirlpool' of Niagara in the dead of winter with the thermometer at zero and then cast on a stranded iceberg he would now be sizzling hot. Again she repeated her command, —this time in a more peremptory tone. the same anxious note in her voice. "Please come, if daddy doesn't want you any more you must go home at once. I wouldn't have you take cold for—" she did not finish the sentence; something in his face told her that her solicitude might al- ready have betrayed her. "Of course, I will go just as soon as you are rested a little, but you mustn't worry about me, Miss Ruth, I am as wet as a rat, I know, but I am that way half the time when it rains. These tarpaulins let in a let of water—" here he lifted his arms so she could see the openings herself --Pend then I got in over my boots trying to plug the holes in the sluice- way with some plank. He was look- ing down into her eyes now. Never had he seen her so pretty. The ex- ercise had made roses of her cheeks, and the up -turned face framed by the thatch of a bonnet bound with the veil, reminded him of a Madonna. "And is everything all right with daddy? And was there nobody in the shanties?" she went on. "Per- haps I might better try to get over where he is;—do you think I can? I would just like to tell him how glad I am it is no worse." "Yes, if you change boots with me," laughed Jack, determined to divert her mind; "I was nearly swamped get- ting back here. That is where most of this mud came from—" and Jack turned his long, clay -encrusted boot so that Ruth could see how large a section of the "fill" he had brought with him. Ruth began to laugh. There was no ostensible reason why she should laugh; there was nothing about Jack's make-up to cause it. Indeed, she thought he had never looked so hand- some, even if his hair were plastered to his temples under his water -soak- ed hat and his clothes daubed with mud. And yet. she did laugh:—At the way her veil got knottedunder her chin, --so tightly knotted that Jack ,far ui !ntA "wAtlild .ne l e ;;ice a btq(�' t S1totg i!e t 'hour on way she shwa 4 eeb In W ) ' O. tt + .' - ' either u bonnete aria, an ,' L.,.: r . she wanted, ll)gGO %. of ' course.. 1' WSW be held res iia le;' fol what.. F., o iaeq hmq 4ou pn ,@tseeug 6a►unia sig. hove $e. He haddbeel Praee4b Sant e114A t 1 Suldoq Pan 'sao,rg7, when :the young Architeot'e watchful lie would req sumo ,t(i soaped 8u188oq and'trained 'eye had discovered some 31 UO8001 04 sPUWl tl3oq aqui 44 MI ,defects in the masonry of the wing —at the way ber at was crumpiled, wane of the McGowan culvert heidg- the flowers use anybodynever, bei of ing the 'stream, ttnd• had heard him the tng slightest nae to — again,"; a tell the contractor, in so nieny words at her bedraggled skirts—'such a that if the water got avday an sight, and sopping wet." smashed anything below, him he And' Jack laughed, too,—agreeing would charge the loss to his account. to everything stagshe e lid, until she McGowan had growled in dissent, but reachedion,neverthatri ted' in the converse. it had made no, impression on Garry, tics„omitted' on arcasionc of whose duty it was to see that the this kind, when she. declared, arching work was properly carried out and per. head, that .she must look like whose signature loosened the village perfeccttfright, which Jack at once re-- purse strings. futed exclaiming that he had never None of these details would inter- saysaher look so—he was going to est Ruth; nor was It necessary that "pretty,” toed "bel checked trusteed,hadding, in asnd they.. should. The bonnet, however, substituted "w herll," ridiculously small was. another matter. Bonnets were he wiped offdespifher protests,with s worn over pretty heads and framed boots, re her cl cloud -bursts shts lovely hair and faces and eyes=,one wet handkerchief,—thatns,oad-bursts especially! And then again any were not such bad things, after all, pleasantry of her father's would tend now that he was to have the pleasure to relieve her mind after the anxiety of escorting her home. And so the two walked back to the 1 of the morning. Yes, the bonnet by all means! village, the afternoon sun, which had "OhI never gave you your father's now shattered the lowering clouds, messag, e,' he began, laying aside his gilding and glorifying their two faces, cup, quite as if he had just aside er- Jack stopping at Mrs. Hicks's to ed it. "I ought to have done so be- onchange his clothes and Ruth keeping fore you hung up the hat you wore to the house, where he was to a while ago." join her an hour later, when the two Ruth looked up, smiling; "Why?" would have a cuptea and such ' There was a roguish expression about other comforts ass that young lady her mouth as she spoke. She was might prepare for her water -soaked very happy this afternoon. lover- "He says you won't get a new bon - CHAPTER XXI net all summer," continued Jack, toy - If ten minutes make half an hour, ing with the end of the ribbon that then it took Jack that long to rush floated from her waist. upstairs, two steps at a time, burst Ruth put down her cup and half into his room, strip' off his boots, tear rose fromher chair. All the color off his wet clothes, struggle into had faded from her chees. others jerked from his wardrobe, tie Did he tell you that?"she cried, a loose, red -silk scarf under the roll- her eyes staring into his, her voice ing collar of his light -blue flannel trembling as if from some sudden shirt, slip into a grey pea -jacket and unmentionables, give his hair a brush and a promise, tilt a dry hat on one side of his head and skip downstairs again. Then something serous has hap Ols1 Mrs. Hicks had seen him cos- pened," she interrupted in a decided ing and had tried to catch him as he tone. "That is always his message flew out the door, hoping to get some to me when he is in trouble. That more definite news �'f the calamity • he {o,,,,,,,o„i,„a ,,,, ,"ti„„ y„• which had stirred the village, but he was gone before she could reach the front hall. He had not thoughtof his better clothes; there might still be work to do, and his Chief mightagain need his services. Ruth would understand, he said to himself—all of which was true. Indeed, she liked him better in his high-water hoots, wide slouch hat and tarpaulins than in the more con- ventional suit of immaculate black with which he clothed his shapely body whenever he took her to one of the big dinners at one of the great houses on Washington Square. And she liked this suit best of all. She had been peeping through the curtains and her critical admiring eyes had missed no detail. She saw that the cavalier boots were gone, but she recognized the short pea - jacket and the loose rolling collar of theoft flannel shirt circlingthe s strong, bronzed throat, and the dash of red in the silken scarf. And so itis not surprising that when he got within sight of her win- dows, his checks aflame with the crisp air, his eyes snapping with the joy of once more hearing her voice, her heart should have throbbed with an undefinable happiness and pride as she realized that for a time, at least, he was to be all her own. And yet when he had again taken her hand— the warmth of his last pressure still lingered in her palm—,end had looked into her eyes and had said how he hoped he had not kept her waiting, all she could answer in reply was the non -committal remark: "Well, now you look something like” —at which Jack's heart gave a great bound, any compliment, however slight, being so much manna to his hungry soul; Ruth adding, as she led the way into the sitting=room, "I lighted the wood fire because I was afraid you might still be cold." And ten minutes had been enough for Ruth. It had been one of those lightning changes which a pretty girl can al- ways make when her lover is expect- ed any instant and she does not want to lose a moment of his bine, but it Som had sufficed. if hin g soft and clinging it was i w; her lovely, rounded figure m ing in its folds as a mermaid moves in the surf; her hair shaken out and caught up again in all its delicious abandon; her cheeks, lips, throat, rose -color in the joy of her expectancy. He sat drinking it all in. Had a fright. Jack gazed at her in wonderment: "Yes—of course he did an— Why, Miss Ruth!— Why, what's the mat- ter! Have I said anything that—" lost the coffer -dam in the Susquehan- na. Oh!—he did not really tell you that, did he, Mr. Breen?" The old anxious note had returned—the one he had heard at the "fill." "Yes—but nothing serious has hap- pened, Miss Ruth," Jack persisted, his voice rising in the intensity of his conviction, his earnest, truthful eyes fixed on hers—"nothing that will not come out all right in the end. Please, don't be worried, I know what I ash talking about." "Oh, yes, it is serious," she re- joined with equal positiveness. "You • do not know daddy. Nothing ever discourages him, and he meets eyery- thing with a smile—but he cannot stand any more losses. The explos- ion was bad enough, but if this fill' is to be rebuilt, I don't know what will he the end or it. Tell me over again, please—how did he look when he said it?—and give me just the very words. Oh, dear, dear daddy! What will he do?" The anxious note had now fallen to one of the deepest suffering. Jack repeated the message word for word, all his tenderness in his tones —patting her shoulder in his effort to comfort her—ending with a minute expinnation of what Garry had told him: but Ruth would net be convinc- ed. "But you don't know daddy," she kept repeating. "You don't know him. Nobody does hut me. He would not have sent that message � had he not meant it. Listen! There he is note;" she cried, springing to her feet. She had her arms around' her father's neck, her head nestling on his shoulder before he had fairly en- tered the door." Daddy, dear, is it very had?" she murmured. "Pretty bad, little girl," he answer- ed, smoothing her cheek tenderly with his chilled fingers as he moved with her toward the fire, "hut it might have been worse hut for the way Breen handled the men." "And will it all have to he rebuilt?" She was glad for .Tack, but it was her father who now filled her mind. "That I can't tell, Puss"—one of his pet names for her, particularly when she needed comforting—"hut it's safe for the night. anyway." "And you have worked so hard -- so hard!" Her beautiful arms, bare from the elbow, were still around his neck, her cheek pressed close—her lovely, clinging body in strong con- trast to the straight, gray, forceful man in the wet storm -cost, who stood with arms about her while he cares- sed her head with his brown fingers. "Well, Puss. we have one (-onside- tion—it wasn't our fault—the 'f$1' is holding splendidly although it has had a lively shaken up. The worst was over in ten minutes, but it was pretty y rough while it lasted. I don't think I ever saw water come so fast. I saw you with Breen, but 1 couldn't reach you then. Look out for your dress, daughter. I'm pretty wet." He released her arms from his neck and walked toward the fire, stripping off his gray mackintosh as he moved. There he stretched his hands to the blaze and went on: "As I say, the "fill' is safe and will stay so, for the water is going down rap- idly; dropped ten feet Breen, since you left. My!—but this fire feels goodl Got into something dry—did Via;' t A .li' e you, Breen? That% right. fipt'l am not satisfied about the way\Ille down -stream end of the culverts acts" —this also was addressed to Jack•— "I am afraid some part of the arch, has caved in. It will be bad if it has—we shall know in the mornitlr You weren't frightened, Puss, were you?:" ' She did not answer. She had beard that cheery, optimistic note in her father's voice before; she knew how much of it was meant for her ears. None of bis disasters were ever ser- ious, to hear daddy talk --"only the common lot of the contracting en- gineer, little girl," he would say, kiss- ing her good -night, while he again pored over his plops, sotnetimes until daylight. She crept up to him the closer and nestled her fingers inside his collar— an old caress of hers when she was a child, then looking up into his eyes she asked with almost a tlu'ob of suffering in her voice, "Is it as bad as the coffer -dam, daddy?" Jack looked on in silence. He dar- ed not add a word of comfort of his own while his Chief held first place in soothing her fears. MacFarlane passed his hand over her forehead—"Don't ask me, child! Why do you want to bother your dear head over such things, Puss?" he asked, as he atroked.her hair. "Because I must and will know. Tell me the truth," she demanded, lift- ing her head, a mote of resolve in her voice. "I can help you the better if I know it all." Some of the blood of one of her great -great-grandmothers, who had helped defend a log -house in Indian times, was . asserting itself. She could weep, but she could fight, too, if necessary. "Well, then, I'm afraid it is worse than the coffer -dam," he answered in all seriousness. "It may be a matter of twelve or fifteen thousand dollars' —maybe more, if we have to rebuild the 'fill.' I can't tell yet." Ruth released her grasp, moved to the sofa and sank down, her chin resting on her hand. Twelve or fif- teen thousand dollars! This meant ruin to everybody—to her father, to —a new terror now flashed into her mind—to Jack—yes, Jack! Jack would have to go away and find other work—and just at the time, too, when he was getting to he the old Jack once more. With this came another thought, followed by en instantaneous decision—what could she do td help? Already she had determined on her course. She would work—support An uncP ear nodi fabber lnI#r pushed a chair into it, his r�'ultbber-enC se apart, so that the w Mese could reach Mos4r pf Jack found a 'seat beside, ht mind'on Ruth and her 'evident-- ing, his ears alert for ant free from his Chief. "I forgot to•tellyou, Been;")- Farlane said at lust, "that I eatpe „ the track just now as faras the noun house with the Genera) Maitiger the Read. He has sent one off'.':; bis engineers to.look after that".Irish rnan's job before he can pull it to pieces. to hide his rotten work—that, `;>: is, what is left of it. Of course means a lawsuit or a fight in tee. Village Council. That takes time and money, and generally costs mere than you get. I've been there be- fore, Breen, and know." "Does he understand about MC•- Gowan's contract?" inquired Jack me- chanically, his eyes on Ruth. Her voice still rang in his ears—its pantos and suffering stirred him to hit very depths. Yes—I told him all about it," Macfarlane replied. "The Road will stand behind us—so the General Man- ager says—but every day's delay is ruinous to them. It will be night - and -day work for us now, and no let up. I have notified the men." He rose from his seat and crossed to his daughter's side, and leaning over, drew her toward him: "Brace np, little girl," there was infinite tender, ness in his cadences—"it's all in a life -time. There are only two of us, you know—just you and me, daughter —just you and me—just two of us. Kiss me, Puss." Regaining his full height he picked up his 'stormcoat from the chair where he had flung it, and with the remark to Jack, that he would change his clothes, moved toward the door. There he beckoned to him, waited un- til he had reached his side, and whis- pering in his ear: "Talk to her and cheer her up, Breen. Poor little girl —she worries so when anything like this happens"—mounted the stairs to his room. , "Don't worry, Miss Ruth," sled Jack in comforting tones'as he fb- turned to where she sat. "We will all pull out yet." (Continued next week.) SMOKE L U TeTolaccoor Quali %2 LB. 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