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It Isn't the streets nor the buildings
That are reared 'neath prosperous skies.
Nor the domes with their splendid gild
ings That wo truly revere and prize.
For houses may fall and their wrecks
may strew
The place 'nsath misfortune's frown;
But a great voice cries "We will build
anew!"
It's the people that make a town.
IN THE COURT OF LAST RESORT
.
4 A True Incident of the Australian Bush. jj
Never was I so near "beat out" as
the night when I finally struck the
trail and wallowed into the alleged
"inn," a day's fide down from Kal
goory and two days up from the coast,
in the wildest of the Australian moun
tains. Rain? I never knew what rain was
before, and have never seen it more
than sprinkle since. You could not
breathe without sheltering your nose,
and I believe one could have drowned
standing upright on the top of a rock.
When it began I was out in the bush
with two naked native helpers, plot
ting a possible path, through those in
fernally erratic defiles, for the new
railway that was to connect Kalgoory
with the coast.
Rain? Dear Heaven! The two na
tives crept into a cave and both were
drowned there. Four solid hours I
waded, swam, wallowed, gulped, then
more dead than alive crawled into the
inn, reminding myself of a rat I once
pulled from a mud-hole by the tail
after holding him down with a stick
long enough for him to have drowned
twice over.
The railway is going in great shape
now and Kalgoory is a place. Then it
was only a mad mining corpse just
coming back to life. It had boomed its
boom and got its crowd together, with
no end of saloons, a newspaper, and
telegraphic communication with the
coast; but there was no other connec
tion except an evasive bridle-trail to
transport necessities up and luxuries
dust and ore down, without an ap
parent possibility of ever getting so
much as a two-wheeled cart through
those crazy intervening mountains.
It was a death-warrant. The bottom
fell out of the boom and Kalgoory
died. Then Sir Robert, Broadley, the
millionaire, bought everything in
sight, declared that possible or im
possible a railway was about to be, and
Kalgoory came to life.
Lord, how it did rain! I heard later
that over in Sydney they had been
praying for rain for one solid week.
It came all right, but there was an
arror in billing, for in Sydney they
never got a drop of it till goodness
knows how long later.
The inn which I struck was no place
like home. It was only a cook-while-you-wait
shack for transients who
were better used and satisfied to do
their sleeping in the open. It was
kept by a half-cast, a fellow cast half
way between a human effort and an,
ape, who had precious little variety
in his larder and less in his vocabu
lary. There were two more fugitives
from the injustice of the elements al
ready established there. One was a
young priest on his way to contend
with the flesh and the devil up at Kal
goory, who gave his time to religious
mutterings and paid little attention to
the rest of us. But the other was a
paragon! a marvel of good nature and
unlimited resources. But for him
there would have been hardly an obit
uary left of me by the end of the
three mortal days and nights while the
heavens stayed wide open and we
huddled in the leaking inn. His other
name was hard to remember, so I call
ed him the Elixir of Life.
On my third afternoon at the inn,
the fotirth day of the storm, it re
ceived a knock-out from the northwest,
and the mud-plastered postman stop
ped for a drink on his way four days
later to Kalgoory. The Elixir and I
contributed a bob apiece for an ancient
newspaper he had about him and set
tled ourselves to read. Many a fresh
Australian daily is a dead loss at a
penny, but this was cheap at two
bob. It startled us from our stagna
tion with a thunderbolt, the murder
of Sir Robert Broadley, up at Kal
goory, four days before; telegraphed
to the coast and printed, then brought
back to us as vital news only a day's
ride from where it happened. There
was no evidence of robbery except that
the assassin had cut off the little finger
of his victim, upon which he was
known to have worn a unique and
beautiful diamond ring. The people
looked upon Sir Robert as their de
liverer. They were frantic and prom
ised the criminal a real American
lynching, spited with aboriginal Aus
tralian tortures, when they laid hands
on him, which was sure to be soon,
for the man was murdered just before
the storm broke and the villain could
not have got far away. Every outlet
from the mountains was now effective
ly guarded and a minute description
was given of a stranger who had been
seen following Sir Robert just before
V'i dcci a-1 since tad disappeared.
PEOPLE.
It isn't the plain nor the mountain.
Nor the ocean that rolls afar.
Nor the waving field nor the fountain
That makes us the men we are.
When the shadows of want and grief
expand.
It is then that we know the worth
Of a gentle heart and stalwart hand:
It's the people that make the earth.
Washington Star.
By WILFRED FRENCH . &
My personal interest centred in the
effect it would have upon the pro
posed railway and I was pondering it
when the outer door opened again.
Th storm was subsiding as rapidly as
it came, but the fellow who entered
had evidently been out in the whole of
it. He grunted a kind of salutation
and staggered to a rude bench before
the open-fire, where he dropped like a
dead log, calling to the ape-faced land
lord :
"Hi! you black devil! Whiskey! A
jugful!. Quick!"
It was a fresh opening for the Elixir,
and he was in it in an instant, bend
ing over the fellow and gently as a
woman asking what he could do for
him. -
"Ye kin mind yer own business!"
the fellow muttered. "I got into a
landslide four days ago, comin' down
from Kalgoory. Lost my horse and
been clingin' by my eyelashes ever
since till the postman give me a lift.
I'm a bit done, same's you'd be, but I
ask no odds from God or man and I
don't take none from such as you. Hi,
you monkey! Where's that whiskey?"
Undaunted the Elixir stood, his soul
ful eyes fixed on the poor fellow in
unshaken sympathy. The half-caste
was ambling slowly across the room
with a bottle and glass. The man on
the bench sat glaring with bloodshot
eyes at the Elixir. Just as' the inn
keeper reached him he muttered:
, "Didn't I tell yer to er Ye lobster-eyed
er "
With words still gurgling In his
throat he fell over on the bench un
conscious. "It is better so," the Elixir said,
gently stuffing a blanket under his
head for a pillow and lifting his feet
to the bench. "Sleep will help him
more than that .hell-fire you call whis
key. Go heat up some of the stuff
you said was soup thi3 noon."
The Elixir returned to the window
and his newspaper. I watched the un
conscious face till the glint of the fire
light across it dazzled me and the
hypnosis of his steady snoring made
me sleepy. I was beginning to doze
when the Elixir touched my arm,
pointing to something he had written
on the margin of the paper opposite
the description of the murderer: "Com
pare this with the man on the bench,
and if you agree with me pass it on to
Father Belcher."
The only thing which astonished me
wa3 that I had not thought of it be
fore or that the man's own account of
himself had not suggested it. The
priest read it carefully, then went over
to the bench and read it again. He
crossed himself and muttered a prayer.
Allowing for such days and nights as
he had spent out in the storm the pen
picture was perfect. The Elixir stood
up and, looking out of the window,
said:
"A red sunset and a fair tomorrow,
so we shall part in the morning. Let's
have a breath of fresh air together
first."
We understood and followed him
outside. Close upon the horizon the
masses of gold and crimson cloud were
following the sun away. The Elixir
cast one admiring glance over the
glorious wilderness, then his being
changed to something entirely new,
even after all that he had been before.
He spoke rapidly and earnestly:
"That fellow is stark mad," he said.
"He was demented when he did it.
It is like the work of a maniac. Per
haps he'd lost everything up there and
charged it to .Sir Robert. Besides he
is helplessly ill. Do unto others as ye
would, applies to us. If we leave him
here and go our ways, the fiends from
Kalgoory will tear him in pieces. If
he is crazy he ought at least to have
a show of justice, and we can secure
it for him if you will help me. I have
handled maniacs several times and al
ways successfully. We two can easily
get him to the coast if we are not over
taken by a mob from behind. You
are starting for Kalgoory in the morn
inf, Father, and will doubtless meet
searching parties coming down. It will
insure success if you will tell them
that the man is already captured, in
safe hands, and well on his way to
the coast by way of the Lower Fork,
where he will be given into custody.
Keep them from following if possible.
If not, then send them by the Lower
Fork. The day after tomorrow wire
privately to some one you can trust.
Say that the prisoner will be at Bald
win's by Friday noon. Tell them of
his condition, so that they will be pre
pared to care for him properly."
Af.cr a little parley the priest con
sented and did his work so well that
the plan worked out to the end. It did
not rouse the man even when the
Elixir made him drink the soup and
relieved him of a rusted revolver, some
cartridges, and an ugly knife with
black-red rust spots on the blade. Then
the moon rose in a clean-swept sky,
and the Elixir proposed that we start
at once, lest the people of Kalgoory
do the same.
We borrowed a cob from the half
caste for the prisoner, who was evi
dently an old horseman for he sat the
saddle by instinct. He would not pay
th'e slightest attention to me, but heed
ed every suggestion of the Elixir, to
whose watchfulness he owed his life
many times over during that rapid and
dangerous journey.
The officers with a physician met us
at Baldwin's, but for the first time the
prisoner became obstreperous. .He
clung to his deliverer, fighting and
yelling, and kicking every one else,
till for the sake of peace they persuad
ed him to continue with them, and we
parted abruptly, I at least never more
reluctantly.
Two weeks later, back in the bush,
a letter came to me by way of Kal
goory. "Before you open this I shall have
left the Convict Isle for quarters un
discoverable, as it was I who killed
the demon at Kalgoory. Finding my
self in a trap, and, worse, that I wa3
recognized by the fellow who came in
on us, looking so like the printed pic
ture of my so-different self, I was
forced to utilize him, and incidentally
saved his life by getting him to a hos
pital in return for his getting me out
of the trap. I must make this unfold
ing to you, that you may stand by him
again If by remotest chance the suspi
cion should cling to him. I did it;
but, lest you smite yourself for having
helped me unwittingly, let me add:
if you had been in my place you would
have done as I did to the fiend who
wore that ring. I have kept it as my
only consolation through whatever
years are left. If I could tell you the
story of the ring, you would not regret
having ahled
"Your Friend of the Mountain Inn."
LIppincott's Magazine.
HOW CONVICTS KILL TIME.
Some Have Made Useful Articles
One Committed to Memory Old
Testament.
The convict whoes idle hours are
the bitterest of his term of imprison
ment must kill time clandestinely un
less the governor or chaplain is will
ing to take a very broad view of the
regulaticais in order to help him.
iSometimes a skilled workman of an
industrious turn of mind will appeal
to one or other of these gentlemen to
find him some employment for his
spare time. Thus a clever wood car
ver mentioned in a recent report of
the prison commissioners was able to
present to the chapel a really mag
nificently carved eagle lectern in oak,
entirely the work of his own hands,
done in hours which might otherwise
have been spent in solitude and idle
ness. An ex-governor of a great prison
has in his possesion a remarkably
handsome side-board in walnut which
was made for him by a convict of a
prison where he was governor for some
ten years. The man appealed to him
for some means of killing time, and
knowing the man to be a cabinet mak
er, he provided him with wood and
tools. The side-board was the sur
prising result and in consequence of
it, when the convict took his dis
charge there was a substantial pres
ent from the governor to help him
in making a fresh start in life. More
over, while thus employed his hand
was not losing its cunning nor his
mind lying fallow, and his chances
of leading an honest life thereafter
were therefore greatly increased.
On the other hand, prisoners have
been known to kill time secretly by
such melancholy devices as making
mats and baskets of straws taken
from their beds, rather than simply
sit and brood. Others have set them
selves to count the number of times
certain letters occur in the Bible,
with a copy of which , every convict
is provided, and it is quite a com
mon practice for the prisoners to learn
whole chapters, gospels, and epistles
by heart. A certain hardened char
acter once committed to memory the
wfiole of the Old Testament, but the
moral good it did him could not havo
been very great, for two days after
his release he committed burglary,
for which he was sentenced to tlirt
years imprisonment.
The chaplain of the prison possesses
considerable powers in the way of
providing convicts with spare time
occupations, and with his co-operation
an educated convict will sometimes
indulge in such "literary pursuits" as
inditing his autobiography, which,
many chaplains consider an excellent
method for geting a prisoner to
weigh his own character, though they
are often disappointed by the measure
of hyprocritical claptrap such auto
biographies contain. London Titbits.
When at Eton, it i3 said, the Duke
of Westminster was known as "Jack
Sheparcl." He was at that time a
small, thin boy with a sharp figure
and face.
THE CALL OF THE DESEKT
PROSPECTORS WHO CAN'T KEEP
AWAY FROM IT.
Grub Stakers Who are Always Search
ing for Mines and Sometimes Find
ing Them But Who Rarely Profit
From Them Luck in the Panamint
Region.
"Say, boss, kin I talk to you for jest
a minute?"
The speaker, writes the Los An
geles (Cal.) correspondent of the New
York Sun, was a tall, thin man with
gray hair and whiskers, his face the
color of tanned hide. His eyes were
intensely blue and had a shrewd, good
natured expression, and his face while
stern was wrinkled in just the places
to indicate a habit of laughter. He
was leaning on the marble of the
cashier's window in a large bank.
"Is it grub stake, or porterhouse, or
both?"
"Yes; all," said the man,1 laughing.
"You're a guesser from Panamint."
"I can't talk to you now, but I will
meet you at the restaurant around
the corner in half an hour," said the
cashier.
In the restaurant later the grub
staker joined him, dead broke, dry,
hungry, but good natured.
"live been down the Panamint way,"
he explained after he had cleared out
the big bowl of soup. "Every blame
fool is going there to try and see what
Scotty's got, but my hands are up.
"I lost my best burro there and I've
had enough; but I've got something
good down in San Diego county, and
that's what I want."
"Did you ever make a stake?" asked
the cashier.
"Found the Red Rose."
"What!"
"Fact and I kin prove it. D'ye know
Col. A. C. Beltmer?"
"Why, yes, he banks with us," re
plied the cashier.
"Well, ask him who found the Red
Rose mine, and while you're about it
you might also ask him who was fool
enough to sell for a thousand dollars,
as I'm that man. You've heard the
old saying that a sucker's born every
day, eh? Well, I'm the Friday sucker;
I was born that day, sure."
"I was strapped, and I sold out for
a thousand dollars. You see a poor
man makes a find; how's he, without
a cent, to get the attention of men
with money or to get within a mile of
them?
"When I struck the Red Rosje I was
a hundred miles out on the desert.
"All I had on earth was four pounds
of bacon and a pound of coffee. Some
chaps came along and offered me that
money for my claim and I took it.
"I went to Los Angeles, walked in
to a barber shop, and got a bath and
a shave, then went to a store and told
a man to fit me out from head to foot,
and I vow when I went out I didn't
know myself. I bought a bag and
went over to the hotel and entered my
name as John Handy, Red Rose, San
Bernardino county, took the best room
gave the bell boy a dollar, and the
next morning read in the paper that
'Col. John Handy, the millionaire
mine owner from Red Rose, was in
town.'
. "Well I gained twenty pounds in the
next two weeks and at the end of the
month I-was broke. No, no; I did'nt
drink it up. I ran across the wife
of an old pardner. She was scrub
bing floors in schools, and she is 65
years old. I staked her with $500,
hired a little house for her so she
could rent a room or two and that
cleaned me out.
"Then I got a stake from' a res
taurant man, the next day I was walk
ing to the desert; and, d'ye know,
there's something about the desert
that kind of locoes a man? This time
I'll let you into it.
"You know they have been finding
some queer stones down at Mese
Grande Fala and different places in
San Diego county; and last week I
was sitting in a bar room at Daggett,
out on the desert when a man came in,
the picture of hard luck, but when he
came to pay up he unrolled from a bag
a lot of curious stones and offered to
sell them to me. One was the
most beautiful blue you ever saw.
"Where is it? I sold It for $20 at
Indio one night. I wanted a burro,
and I struck an Indian and bought
his burro for the stone and $10; he
wanted it for. his squaw.
"It might have been worth $1,000
for all I know, but the point is this.
"The man I bought it from gave
me a map of the place where he found
it; here it is. He said he knocked it
out of the side of a cliff with a stone,
and there was a lot of it all broken
up and no good.
"I kept a little piece and showed it
to a travelling jeweler and he told me
that if I knew where the mine was I
was in luck and would make my for
tune; so there you are. The stone
has probably been knocked and ham
mered with rocks, and all you want is
to put in a small blast and get in to
it where it's good.'
"How much of a stake do you
want?" asked the cashier.
"Grub," was the reply, "grub for
two months and some new tools. Hun
dred dollars will do it."
"All right," said the cashier, "I'll go
you; sign, this," and he drew up the
follow is:
I, Jotin Handy, agree to divide with
anything I may find from January 11,
1905, to March 11, 1905, on account of
grub stake of $100 provided by
The prospector signed the paper
and said he would make It six months.
The cashier took him to an out
fitter's and next day the man left
for the "desert. All of which is the
story of the discovery of one of the
best tourmaline mines in southern
California.
There are scores of grub stakers
wandering over the desert; poor men,
men on small salaries, grub stake men.
These men often keep themselves
poor, hoping against hope; many men
have spent their lives wandering over
the desert without making a valuable
strike. Again some of the best mines
have been found In this way.
The big Cajon Pass and the pass of
San Gorgonio, leading down to the des
erts of California and Mojave, are
the highways for the grub staker, and
hardly a day but you may see him
following the track or on the road, and
at the desert towns, as Baning, Dag
gett and Indio, he may be seen.
The desert,' while forbidding, has
valuable mines, and it is the, grub
staker's roaming ground, and along
its pathways you cay see his bones
bleaching in the sun or his grave
marked by a rude cross. The desert
has many phases. Now it is sand,
again alkali, again wide stretches of
sandy billows, or you may find it a
waving field of flowers, again mounds
of gravel; but there are mountains al
ways in sight, as this section of the
desext is flat, a sandy waste surround
ed by mountains, bare, barren, rocky,
heat blasted, yet invested with all the
splendors of color the mind can imagine.
SMART RATTLESNAKE.
Captured Thieves and Held Them Un
til Farmer Awoke.
The most affectionate of snakes is
the, rattler. I have had this proved
to me or, rather, I believe it, for it
was proved to a man in whom I have
the utmost faith, and who related
the matter that I now submit to the
snake department of the Inter Ocean.
I am proud to say that my authority
is Big John Brewster, a friend of
6nakes, if snakes ever had one.
Big John Brewster did not share the
loathing for snakes that so generally
exists. On the contrary, he was fond
of them. He hald that most snakes
had a mission, particularly those that
rid the fields of vermin. Big John
never killed a snake, nor would he
permit any one else to kill one if he
was about. I do not know if this got
about in the snake world, but I do
known that Big John's farm in
Northern Missouri had more snakes
to the square acre than any there
about, and that he was consequently
less troubled by field mice.
And another curious thing was that
nobody on Big John's farm was ever
bitten. He had three hired men, who
went about their work running into
snakes every day, and nothing hap
pened; in fact, the snakes, of all vari
eties, would gambol about in the low
er meadow at hay cutting time, care
fully keeping out of the way of the
scythes for Big John used scythes in
those days and seeming to enjoy the
performance. And a fine assortment
of rattlers was the most interesting
bunch about the place.
You have read the good old snake
yarn of the rattler that used to come
on the front porch and amuse the
baby by rattling its tail. Of course,
nobody believes it, and I scouted it
for a long time until I heard what Big
John's bunch of rattlers did for him.
Chicken thieves took to raiding
Big John's poultry yard. He missed a
number of very fine fowls, but was
never able to catch the raiders. No
matter how tight he locked his big
henhouse, the thieves would find some
way of getting in. John talked the
situation over with his hired men,
and in some way the danger came to
be understood by the ftittlers. At any
rate, they took to staying around the
henhouse, and one night there was a
great commotion.
Big John got out of bed and ran to
the poltry yard. He beheld two
very much frightened persons kneel
ing on the ground and forming a cir
cle around them were about 100 rat
tlers. It was a curious scene, for the
moon was full. There was no way for
,the men to escape unless they broke
through the circle, and as the snakes
were coiled they were afraid of being
struck. True to their custom of not
striking at anybody on Big John's
place, the trusty snakes had not at
tempted to bite the chicken thieves,
but behaved so as to scare them until
Big John could arrive. The thieves
were arrested and John was no more
troubled.
Knowing this story to be tme, I
cannot believe that the rattlesnake
lacks affection. Chicago Inter Ocean.
By virtue of special provisions re
cently promulgated, the importation
into the Empire of Russia, the Grand
imchy of Finland included, of all
kinds of firearms except ordinary
sporting guns such as cannon, shells,
explosives of all kinds, gunpowder,
cartridges, nitroglycerine, etc., is ab
solutely prohibited.
THE IRISH NAMES.
Names wld the musical lilt of a troll to
thlm 0
Names wld a rolllckin' swing: an' a roll to
thim
Names wid a body an' bones an' a soul to
thim
Sure an' they're pothry, darlint asthore!
Names wld the smell o' the praties an
wheat to thim
Names wid the odor o' dilllsk an peat
to thim ,
Names wid a lump o' the turf hangin
sweet to thim
Wht;re can yez bate thim the whole
wurruld o'er?
Brannigan, Flannigan, Milligan, Gilllgan,
Duffy, McGuffv, Mularky, Mahone.
Rafferty. Lafferty, Connelly, Donnelly,
Dooley, O'Hooley, Muldowny, Malone.
Maddigan, Caddigan, Hallahan, Callahan,
Fagan, O'Hagnn, O'Houlihan, Flynn,
Shanahan, I,anahan, Fogarty. Hogarty.
Kelly, O'Skelly, McGinnls, McGinn.
Names wld a fine old Hibernian Bheen to
thim
Names wid the dewy shamrocks cllngln
green to thim
Names wid a whiff o' the honest potheen
to thim
Shure an' they're beautiful, darlint
asthore!
Names wld the taste o' the salt o' the
earth to thim
Name" th w-mth of the anclsthral
hearth to thim
Name.-, w.u the biood o' the land o' their
birth to thlm
Where can yez bate thlm the whole
wurruld o'er?
John Ludlow in the St. Louis Globe
Democrat. TUNNY SIDE- op Lira
Backlotz Does your servant" girl
oversleep herself? Subbubs Not only
that, but she oversleeps us. Phlladel
phia Press.
Major Buffer Lady VI looks un
commonly well. Got such a fresh
complexion. Mrs. Scratcham Yes.
Fresh every day. Punch.
Him I don't like young HigglnsJ
and he doesn't like me. Her Weill
that Is certainly very much to thef
credit of both of you. Chicago Daily
News.
Mary Did she make a good match?
Ann Splendid. Lots of money, oood
social position, and all that. In fact
the only drawback is the man.
Brooklyn Life.
Mosely Wraggs You used to moTi
In good society, didn't ye? Warebanf
Long I never done any movin' when
I could help it, in any kind o' s'clet,
Chicago Tribune.
Mrs. Corrigan Astroike.isit? Wll
thin, begorry, yez kin hilp me wid m
washin'." Mr. Corrigan Av coorse
Oi will, darlint. If the tub break
down, Oill fix it fur yez. Puck.
Ethel Think of his being a foos
pad! He looked like a real forelgf
nobleman. Esther What did he ro
you of? Ethel Every tfing I had. Ei
ther Then I guess he was.Judge.
Belated Traveler Wha's ' matter
Cabby 'Ere's a nice go! One of th
front wheels 'as bin an' come off! II
T. Well, knock off t'other, an' makj
the beastly thii a hansom! Punc
At the Garage Boy Mr. Smith
telephoning for his machine. Can ycf
send it to him today? Head man-l
Don't see how we can. Why this m
chine is the only one around nere M
to use! Life. 1 '
"A politician should strive to be
representative man." "Certainly
answered Senator Sorghum. "Tlf
question is whether you are going
represent the public or the boss."-!
Washington Star.
"Binx is always mowing his law
"Yes," answered the neighbor wB
takes life easy. "Binz doesn't reali
how a man in his shirt sleeves pus
ing a lawn mower spoils the looks
a lawn." Washington Star.
"I don't see anything in that poeif
new poem." "Of course you don'
replied the editor in ?hief, "because!
opened it first and took a $5 bill ont
it. Give it a good place top colurc
next reading matter!" Atlantic O
stitution.
Newitt They say that boy of yoi
is a pretty bad one, Mose. Und
Mose O! I dunno; ah doan' reck
he so tur'ble bad. Newitt Think n
eh? Uncle Mose No, suh; ah do;
'spose he's ez white ez he's kal
mined. Philadelphia Press.
"All I ask," said the Muck to t
Rake with a gentle dignity that 1
pressed all who heard it, "is simply
be let alone. 1 nen it hastily a
unobtrusively backed up on a lit
corner where the graft was showi,
through. Baltimore American.
Life Insurance in Japan.
Since 1SS1 life insurance has dev
oped greatly in Japan. In that y
there was only one company, witl
ranltal of S20.000. and 1439 noli
holders, representing $352,300 of P
surance. At he end of 1904, twer
three years later, there were thh"
five companies, with $2,150,000 c;
tal, and reserve funds aggregating $ '.
202,000. The policyholders then in
hered 743,971, carrying $102,000,00( j
insurance. According to a Japai ,
ofikial paper the business is fctill gr
ing rapidly. From Daily Consular
Trade R epulis. 1
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