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ii in i 7 THE WILKE8BOIIO, N. C. An effort trill be made to. cultivate the sugar beet in the South. ft: .tro lessor urauuiu jucu b uium maii f he "can talk a million miles qn a sun beam" sounds to the Chicago Rec'ord like moonshine. 1 The common Uehei mat tine white bread contains less nutriment thaft T coarse urown uroati is a misiut.o. eays M. Girard. the eminent renca chemist. :- The German lav now requires that contracts for futures in agricultural tproduots be made a public record, and subjects all dealers. in futures to a iubtantial tax. The law is intended Boeculatifa deal- , VW VMVUUiJ ings in produce. Sys the American Agriculturist i 'We believe none of the reports to the savings banks commissioners of our Middle States classify the occupa tions of fheir depositors and borrow ers. It would be highly interesting to have these factsas without them it is not possible to tell to what ex tent agriculturists "avail themselves of the savings banks.? At the congress3-of the deaf mnte3 - . .... . lately held in? Geneva, the surprising fact was developed that these ; unfor tunates in general disapprove of the comparatively ; new labial system of instruction which in many schools has been substituted for the old method of digital signs. Many speakers, employ ing the latter method, argued very lucidly against jthe innovation. Only one advocated its The majority said that the reading jf the lips never gives to the deaf mute an exact idea of the thought or sentiment which it is desired to express. It is to them very much as the reading of a dead language is to those who can hear, but can only vaguely understand it. The digital language, they declared) was that which was most natural to deaf mutes. These views are a great dis appointment to many who have sup pOsedVnat the teaching of the labial system was one of the greatest booms ever, bestowed upon those who neither hear nor talk. can The distinguished scientist, Lord Kelvin, who has been termed the 'prince of living physicists," has placed on record this confession: "One word characterizes the mo3t strenuous of the efforts for the ad vancement of science that I have made perseveringly for fifty-five years ; that word is failure. I know no more of electric and magnetic force, or of the relations between ether, electricity : and ponderable matter, or of chemical affinity, than I knew and tried to teach my students fifty years ago, in my first session as professor." Yet Light ning, a London paper, suggests that Kelvin's failures may may be more fruitful than some men's successes. It likens the modern physicist's humility to that of the great Newton when he pmparcd himself to a child -playing on the beach, and adds : "The riddle of the universe is scarcely nearer being solved now than it was in 1696, and if bur mathematical tools are better tempered than those then used, they have, tougher metal to cut." ff, Spain is having her hands full with her colonies, exclaims the New York Independent. In addition, to the war in Cuba there is considerable disturb ance in Puerto Kica, but more serious etill is the revolt in the Philippine Islands. For years these have been a source of much revenue to the home Government and very little expense. , The exports of tobacco ind hemp, as well as of coffee, cotton etc., have been very heavy, and the Government has been a curious mixture of Spanish despotism and local self-government. The original inhabitants have almost disappeared; and the Malays, who nave to a great degree taken their i place, are for the most part quiet, in dustnous, inoffensive people. Of late years numbers of Chinese have come ; m irom JtLongfcong, and they aind the Mestizoes (children of Chinese fathers and iuaiay motners) i lorm the most! aggressive element. A number o these, it is supposed, in connectio n" 1 X TT l . witn nuuu.si.ei-a ijluui xLongicong and secret societies in Japan, perhaps brought over from Jfeormosa, have taken advantage, of the small numbe: of Spaniards-and the weak garrison a ; 5 Manilla, have;raised a revou, and, so - far as can be learned from the meager dispatches, have seriously endangered the Spanish rule. , Troops iave been sent from Barcelona, put u , win some time before they can reach their ; jn.finn Aforrthftnta nave Dean orra4nnffiTnTinV Broods : to the Philippines, and a British wardship re m oi r a of. -Manilla to rorotect l British subjects,' : ' , . '1 - THnouan riELaa op corn In 6lemn hush of dewy morn, r What glory crowns the fields of porni . A joy and gladness In the laud , i Theflithe, green ranks of beauty stand, Brokd-acred vares from hill to hill The! lifted plnmes and tassels fill, vji ie birds sing in the cool, sweet morn Through fields of corn. . Lit j palms that shade a hidden spring F The reeded columns sway and sing; The breathing censers swing al way, , Th( leafy cymbals clash and play j -And when the breezy voices call, sea-grown billows rise and fall, - musio swells and joy is born Through fields of corn. Tojflelds of corn the summer brings The rustling blades, theblaokbird's wing, The sharded locust's strident tune, And idle raven's mooking rune, . ' The bobolink's exulting strain, v ... And ouckoo prophesying rain "' ' ' In taw, sweet whistle in the morn Through fields of corn In bannered fields of com unfurled God grows the manna of the world; He waits to bring the yellow gleam, The harvest song, the reaper's dream; , And still as through the Syrian gold Galilee, in days of old. H& leads again this Sabbath morn Through fields of corn. Benjamin P. Leggett. TWO HEARTS' NEGATIONS. BY FKANCI3 M. XJVINGSTON. IBYLLA ASHLEY cat at her desk and scanned a let ter she had just finished. It was written in a fine, decided hand, on pale gray paper. I n romances which Sibylla had Bead, the compo sition of such let- was attended with much agony anc idj littering of the floor with torn paper. Dioyiia naa maae one uitui, whijch it took her five minutes to write. She read it over once and it seemed to sul . her, for she folded and addressed it, md then called, in her low, musi cal voie' "Lettyl" A young girl appeared at the door alniost instantly. She was tall as Si bylla, but had not her suberb figure. One saw at a glance, however, that th4y were sisterR. 'I want Joe, Letty," said Sibylla as pressed the envelope on her blot- ig pad. "Joe drove grandfather into town th s morning," replied the younger giil. r'Call . Absalom then. I want to send a letter." " ("Absalom has a boil on his foot and cah't walk," jSibyllamade a gesture of impatience. 'There is Chrissy," said Letty, tentatively. "I won't havo her; she bungles everything. It ia . yery provoking tl at I can find nobody to do so simply an errand." ' Sibylla rose and walked to the win dow, where she stood looking moodily out upon a lawn that was better kept tjian theJawns of .most Virginia coun try houses. Letty stood in meek silence as though she had done her sister a personal injury.' ) "Well, send her here; I suppose she'll have to do," said Sibylla, after a moment, in a slightly modified tone. Letty ran down stairs to do her sis- ter's bidding with her usual alacrity, Sibylla drew the letter from its enve lope and read it a second time. It ran thus : "Julien: It simply cannot be. I lo not love yon as l ougnt. i nave tnown this for a long time, and I iave honestly tried to feel differently, but I cannot. You are not a man whom a woman should have to Aij to love. Think well of me if you can, for I have been honest with you. You would be excusable for despising me, perhaps, but you will do nothing of the kind. You will remain my faith- ful and respected friend, as I shall yours. SlByUCiA Aseclsy." The swift, straight dash under the signature was drawn with Sibylla's ac customed firmness. She , sealed her letter, and. looking up, saw a little colored girl standing bashfully in the doorway. The child was barefooted and her dingy frock was in tatters, she held a disreputable old straw hat by its one string. A frown gathered upon Sibylls brow. "You little beggar, have you no better clothes than those? Mercy, what a messenger !" and Sibylla burst out laughing in spite of herself. Chrissy was m dire confusion. "'Deed I has, Miss S'bylla; shall I put 'em on?" Yes, do, for heaven s sake try to make yourself decent and clean. 1 iwant you o carry a letter for me. If you succeed, Miss Letty will give you that little gray garden coat ox mine, You must hurry." I "Oh, Miss S'bylla I" cried the child, and in a moment she was stumbling down- the staircase. In a snort time she was Pack again. Her face and "hands were clean and her tangled kinks had been combed into something like order. The torn, soiled garment had been replaced by a neat pink frock, and Sibyll's garden coat was clutched tightly between her fingers, where it had been placed by Letty. "You're not.to wear that coat now, Chrissy ; you'U look too ridiculous. Aunt Lena will cut it down for you. Now listen to 'every word I say. You are to take this letter to the Exchange Hotel. It is for Captain. Booth, and there is no answer. You are to come back immediately. - Bepeat that after me." -T ' Chrissy did so without a mistake. - , "That is a simple thing ; see if yu ters1 aat fAnmbe - it until vaiTfftt ta town," 'Deed I'U do jus 'aaokly as you say. Miss S'by 11a:" , . . -r" ' ' After the child had gone Sibylla sat fop a while with her hands clasped above her head. The sleeves, falling back showed her two perfectly mould- ed arms. Then .she took a book, from, the table, and; opening it stared at it absently for a few minutes. Come here, Letty," she said, clos ing the book and holding out , a hand toward where her- sister sat quietly sewing al . the other side of the room. She drew Letty close to her and laid .her r head against the younger girl's arm. "I want you to kiss me," she murmured. Letty flushed with ; pleasure," and taking the beautiful head between her hands kissed Sibylla's mouth. MI am not going to marry Julieni Letty. 1 have just broken the en gagement.' 1 Chrissy trotted along the three-mile stretch of road between the Ashley homestead and the town, Sibylla's let ter tucked in her bosom. Anon she skipped and laughed at the intoxicat ing thought of the beautiful gray -coat at home. She drew in great breaths of the sweet early summer air, and trumpeted shrilly in imitation of the elephant she had seen at the circus. Her heart was filled with the very joy of living, and she knew nothing of the heavy tidings she bore in the bosom of her. pink frock. She longed to chase butterflies through a wood, like that lovely little girl in the story Miss Letty had read to her. SSe looked to left and right, but saw no butterflies. A little way ahead were two cows grazing by the roadside. Cows were not butterflies, but Chrissy must chase something, and the cows were at hand. 'Hi, yil" she cried shrilly, atad ran down the dustv road. and every few steps leaping high in the air. "Hoo, hoo I" she roared, like a lion. It was great fun. The placid animals lum bered heavily along before her, but not fast enough for Chrissy. She had taken Sibylla's letter from her bosom for greater security when she began to. run, and now4 held it in her hand. Woo, wool .it's wild beasts after you I" she shouted. One big, dun-col- ored cow rebelled at a further, chase, and turning out tried to , climb the bank by "the road. . "Shoo 1" cried Chrissy, in hot pursuit, waving her hands. The desperate animal turned and made down the bank directly toward the girl. "Go 'way, go 'way 1" she hcwled, and Sibylla's letter fell to the roadside on a choice spot of moisi earth, just where, a second letter, a heavy bovine hoof 'pressed it into the mud. - Chrissy instantly forgot her own ter ror, and the shriek, ending in a sob of racre. which she uttered, was more dreadinspiring than any of her previ- ous imitations of wild animals. "Oh, you harv'ble beast yo great foot on my beau'f ul letter 1 Look at it, all cove'd wi' nasty mud 1 I can't nevah, nevah take it like that, an' I was so happy ies'nowl" She burst into a passion of tears. "What will I do I might jes' as from home. I nevah well run away can face Miss S'bylla." She trudged slowly homeward, still sobbing miserably and taking a poor consolation in the thought that "p'raps Miss S'bylla'd write it over ag'in she wirites so quick 'n so beau'ful." Semes black olouds were gathering in the west and there was a muttering of distant thunder, but Chrissy fearad I r-A m m only Sibylla's frown. bhe heard a so'nnd of a horse's hoofsbehind her, and looking around beheld a sight which made her heart leap for joy. Captain Julien Booth was riding slowly up the road toward the Ashley house. "Now Miss B'bylla kin tell him he'- self," thought the child, "an he won t need the lettah. But she 11 ax me fo' it." she thought the next instant. "I'd better run home an' 'f ess it all ; I kin get there befo' Cap'n Booth if I'run fa&'." Then the prospect of immediately facing Sibylla with her dread conre3- sion overpowered the girl. ' 'Tain't no use," she muttered, as she dropped back into a walk ; "I might jes' as well die." Captain Julien Booth had risen at dawn and had spent the morning rid- ing slowly through country lanes med- itating on the step he was about to take. i "It may be the act of a brave man or of a coward," he had said to himself a score of times that day. When in the early spring he asked I Sibylla Ashley to marry him he loved her passionately, or thought he did. He loved her so no longer, or believed he did not. The charm of her wonder ful beauty was as potent as ever ; but the imperiousness of her manner, the directness of her speech which had so fascinated him at first, had ended by making him uneasy. She had been so I accustomed to homage and obedience from every one, that he feared she I would exact from him more than he could give. He had a growing fear that she was lacking in womanly ten- derness. He had ended in believiner that they would be miserable together, and had made up his mind to tell her so and to abide by her decision. In the woods that morning he had gone over all that he would say. He had. prepared for every consequence of his determination for her bitter scorn, for her cool contempt, for her superb, disdainful silence and for- but no, that thought was dismissed at. once. The man did not live for whom Sibylla Ashley would shed a tear. Then he had: laughed aloud at this, rehearsal of a tragedy the slaying of their happyrlove life. Booth rehears ing Othello is not absnrb, but Othello rehearsing herself ! He won d tell her that he was ready - - to stand by his fpromise ; and then he Juried to imagine; the Jfc2?y"aj AaMv avss when a man told nor. in enact, tna tt r would take her if she insisted. . - - TEat flash pi lightning which almost blinded him as he reached the Ashley gate was pale in comparison. Pot a moment he thought of riding by. xt a, wanted to postpone the m- terview hJ needed more time for thought. ' , . . . - , . Then he threw his head up and his shoulders back as he turned his horse and rode through the gate. ; "It is the act -of a brave man or of a coward ; I shall hot make it the act of a cowaid,M he said. After Sibylla had been left alone she sat for awhile and wondered how Jul ien would leceive her letter. Perhaps he would come out in the evening. She honed he would not. Sibylla' wanted to hear no entreaties .; she dreaded a scene. It would be so much better if Julien would write a sorrowful, manly 0nd accent her decision Then they could meet after that as friends. Of course, he would be unhappy for a long time ; she expected that. It made Sibylla herself feel a little sad, now that it was done. But that would soon She wondered how far Chrissy was on the road, and if Juhen would be at the hotel when she arrived. She we,nt down stairs and walked on the lawn as far as the gate, where she had so often parted from him. She saw the rain clouds gathering and returned to her room She tried to read but could not. She heard the sound of a horse's hoofs below the window and looking out her lips turned pale. Julien was riding up the drive. He must have galloped all the way from the town, she said, as she hurried from the win dow to her mirror. Julien threw his bridle to Absalom, who was hopping about on one loot; before the door. In the hall he met Letty, who with soared eyes told him that Sibylla was at home, and ran up stairs to warn her sister. When Sibylla entered he was at the window. She closed the door and stood looking at him in silence. The color had not yet returned to her cheeks, and Julien, she saw, wag very pale. For a Ions moment they stood looking into each other's eyes. "Will you not give me your hand, Sibylla, Julien said at last in a voice unlike his own. "Why should I not do so?" she said kindly, and advancing placed her hand in his. "Perhaps after to-day Sibylla, you will never give me your hand again, for the words I have come to say to you are surely the hardest that man can speak to woman." She drew her hand away quickly. "Do not say them then," she said with all her old imperiousness 4I forbid you I" then in an altered voice: "Julien. I have been a weak or a wicked woman, perhaps, but remem ber I am a proud woman. I know all that you have to say. Don't reproach me." He stared hard at where she stood, looking at him with kindly, sorrowful eyes ; then sank trembling noon a chair. She had read what was in his mind the instant she entered the room. What a marvelous sym pathy existed between them I She was making his task easy, but oh, how doubly hard ! , "How long have I you known this, Sibylla?" he asked after a while. "How long? How can I measure it by time ?" she said with a touch of im patience. "t was days, weeks asro that I beoame consoious of that inde finable something which had oome be 1. r 1 1 A 1 A . tween us. I leit that we wore grow ing farther apart, and I tried fo draw myself nearer you. Yes, I tried. But even when I was most affectionate, even when you held me closet, I felt it most strongly oh, miserable sham and pretence ; J ulien, why do you make me speak of it?" , "Sibylla, it was not sham and pre tence it; was real while it lasted it was true." "Think so if you can; even truth has its phases and mutations I snp: pose." Then she added more gently, "I want you to believe the best of me. Captain Booth bent his head and covered his eyes with his hand. He I attempted to speak, but only succeeded in making a sound like a groan. Sibylla rose and stood beside him. "Julien," she said, "I am not wont to speak slightingly of myself, but I am not the woman to make you nappy. All my life I have been humored and indulged. I should have demanded much from you and should not have been satisned with less" his very thought. "Somewhere there is an other woman who will make you a better wife than I " "Not that Sibylla think any thing but that I swear there is no other woman " "Not now : but there will be one day, of oourse." He was silent a moment. "You do not dispise me Sibylla?" he asked in a low voice. "Despise you despise you, Julien?" She touched his hair soitly. "I honor and respect you more than any man I ever knew." Captain Booth raised his head and gazed at her with adoring eyes. Then, as he continued to look upward into her calm, lovely face, Ihe slid slowly from his chair and fell on his knees before her. He bent his head, and taking the hem of her robe tenderly and as though it were a sacred thing, fee raised it to his lips. Then he stood up, took a lew steps backward, with head inclined, an d was gone. It was a beautiful, triumphant end ing xo toe interview sne naa so dreaded, and it satisfied Sibylla" Ash ley. As the door, closed behind Julien she suddenly realized that the' rain was falling in torrents. Could she, after that magnificent exit, call after : A 1 ii. - mm to get u umDreua irom tne rac. ) but to be careful hot to take the heavy Piae su one necause; it was :her frrantffatkcrV&ud bo novo lout it Bow. ridloalous ! Swiftly she crossed - the room and opened the door. "Jnlien, I cannot let you go in the rain," she said. Captain .Booth was at the ixoni door. He did not trust himselt - to speak, but waved his hand' without turning his head. The door closed behind him, a tremendous clap ol thunder shook the house. Sibylla nan back iuto the - parlor, threw herself Upon a sofa and burst into tears. Julien walked rapidly toward the barn after his horse. He heard a pat ter o bare feet and became aware that a small colored girl was running beside him trying to hold a big ging ham umbrella over his head. , V "You're never goin to ride out in his rain, Capt'n Booth' cried Absalom from the hayloft as Julien entered the barn door. The young man stood for a long time staring out at the brilliant green of the dripping shrubbery, under neath which the chickens, ruffled and sullen were huddled. He looked down into Chrissy's swollen face and brim ming eyes, and wondered Vaguely if she was crying because she was sorry for him. Then he looked up at the leaden, streaming sky and tried to imagine what his life was going to be like without Sibylla Ashley. . Of what noxious hellebore or night shade had he drunk that he fancied her lacking in tenderness? this glo rious, beautiful woman whom he had just renounced, and whom, he knew now, he loved with all his soul. He darted out into the rain again and strode back to the house. Chrissy still ran at his side. He pushed the front-door open. The sound of his footsteps on the hall floor was drowned by the fury of the storm. He heard Lefty's voice, and then Sibylla's. She was sobbing. "I sent him away in the rain, Letty. .. . He behaved so beautifully so nobly. . . .1 did not think it could be so hard." "Don't cry, dear," said Lefty. "It is better so, since you do not love him." "But but I do love him. I didn't know how much till now that. I have lost him forever." , The door opened softly, and Julien stood within the room. Sibylla was lying on the so father face buried in the pillows. Letty stood beside htr, holding her hand. She dropped it with a start as she saw Julien, who held up a warning finger. "Don't go away, Letty!" sobbed Sibylla, and then using almost the words of Egypt's miserable and de serted queen, "Don't talk to me just pitfyine!" She reached out gropingly to take Letty 's hand again. Sweet Letty sim ply faded out of the room, and it was Julien's hand that Sibylla clasped. "Lettyt I know he will .ne neverr come back I He said hardly a word, but looked so mi miserable! How tight you are holding my hand you hurt me, Letty !" She suddenly sat upright. Julien was kneeling beside her. his arm was around her waist. A sob was tremb -ling on her lios. There must be an outlet; a fit of hysterical, undignified weeping if she pushed him away, and there was his shoulder waiting for her head, so comfortable, so restful a haven. Before she realized it, and by no volition of hers, yet with no resist ance, her faoe was buried there, Ju lien's cheek pressed against b.9r own, and his arms held her close. "I could not give yoa up, my dar ling," he whispered. "And I cannot let you go," she said, between her sobs. The storm was passing,' and there were already glimpses'of the sun be hind the low-hanging clouds. The lowei part of the house was very still. Mur mured, fragmentary phrases of the talk of the two, lovers penetrated to the hall, where a ridiculous little Qgure in a muddy pink frock lingered near the parlor-door. "I guess the troubleV 'bout all over," thought Chrissy. ' "It has brought us nearer together, Julien," Ehe heard Sibylla say, "and I shall always hold this day blessed; but let us never speak of it again." "Never again, my Sibylla," Julien's voice made answer. "Dis lettah's no good fiow," solilo quized Chrissy, as she drew the soiled and crumpled envelope from her pocket. "It 'ud jes' make mo' trouble if I hand it ovah. Dey don't, want dat mattah talked aTSout no mo, an' I ain't goin' to bring it up. TH jes' go an' put de ole ting in de kitchen fire," Goodey's Magazine. The Foau of Sohoal Children. It is a lamentable faot that too little attention is given to the hygienic sur roundings of the pupils in the schools, and by far too little to the nature of the food and the manner of eating. The aim often seems to bo to so pre pare the food that it will require little or no mastication before it is swal lowed, and when solid food is takon it is not sufficiently masticatod to ' .prop erly prepare it for the digestive organs. Some years ago a doctor, re quested many of his patients to report as to the number of bites it required to masticate different foods. He especially desired to learn how much less children chewed the food before swallowing it than their parents, v He got reports from i one i hundred and fifty, intelligent people, and learn'ed that praotioe in this regard f varies very much; that ohildren generally were entirely, too apt to bolt their food. To encourage the habit of chewing it more thoroughly, he had advised parents to give the children chewing gum; mnoh to the disgust of many of the parents. He thought the habit of swallowing food before it was properly . masticated the cause of insufficient r nourishment - in man r casss.-.New York Ledger, ' J ' ':, Drug Store. ros., Wilkesboro, N. C, Keep on hand a full line of Fresh , Drugs, Medicines, Oils, Paints, Varnishes and Everything kpt in a Firat-Olais Drag Store. Frescripiiis Carefully Store 1st the Old Stare Johnson Building, just opposite the Court House. :y-. . Be Sure to Call aid See Them. 1 M. STALEY & CO., DEALER IN DRyos, PATENT M EDI CENES, Tobacco, cigaks, Cigarettes, Fancy and Toilet Soaps, etc., etc. Prescriptions promptly and acour- ateiy xmeo. Biiuatea in ine .buck Hotel Bailding. L1YBRY & FEED STABLES, , ft. C WELLBORN. PROP. Situated on Main Street, east of th Court House. Good horses aod new v hioles of all kinds r)dy for the accom modation of the trayelincr public. Horsei earsfully fed and attended to. Gin us a trial and sae how we feed. A .C. WELLBORN, ' TTllk.sboro, ' - North Carolina R, N. HACKETT, Attorneys at Law. "WILKESBORO, N. C. Will practice intha State and Federal Courts. . IOAAO C. WELLBORN, Attorney - at - Law, WUlKeaftooro, 3W. O. Will practice in '.all the courts. Dealet la real estate. Prompt attention paid to collection of claixna. IT. B. FnrLBT. XL Ii. Gxuxm, FII1LEY GREENE, Attorn oyo - at - Law, T7ILKESB0R0, N. 0. ' a . mm v am UAO VVUIMN tactions a specialty. Real estate sold oa iiii..niiii '21-2 Miles a Minute on One Rail. Two short specimen - railroads nwv iu existence, one in France and the ot'her in Ireland, employing the single track principle with the cars suspended in two 'halves on either slide of the rail and drawn by a double- boiler steam engine, have been able to develop a speed of about 150 miles an hour. An other is being built at Brussels for the exposition Ifhere next year. It is the economy of friction and the certain-ty that the : train so suspended cannot leave the track .that I'he wonderful speed is' attainable with safety. The cars are held steady at curves by a buflfer rail on either side against which horizontally placed wheels along the bottom of the car rest. When the train swings around a curve the weight ol' .the passengers, motor and other heavy parta of the cars, tends to hold t'lm Wheels tightly against the track. W greater the speed of the train the hard er, does it cling to t'he rail, forced by the inertia. . A Havana paper -which thinks thai; the IJnited States is criminally careless In letting filibusters $ret away from this coast shoukt glve? Its opinion of fht Spanish Government for: letting them land In Cuba. If Spain, with a nary only "slightly weaker, In the number of Its vessels; than oursjeannot watch the trifling coast line of Cuba, how can the United States be expected to have a naval picket at every little harbor and cove betAveen New York and Galves ton? With a fleet of over 500 war ship this country only caught a small pro- portlon of : the -Confederate bioct-au runners, and can hardly t-ope to better with the Cuban greyhounds by the use of tba few available vessels on the home' station. Berry B Coipomi
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