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VOL. X. PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1899. NO. 22.
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HE winter of 1779
was approaching
spring. But it
was still dismally
cold, and all day
there bad been a
drip, drip of
chilly rain
around a two
story farmhouse
which cluug to a
New Jersey hill
side, a Bhort dis
tance from Mor-
ristown, where the American army
under General Washington was en
camped. J v Hope Adams, a thotightful-faced lit
tle girl of eleven, dressed in a plain,
homespun gown, sat by the bedside of
her feeble grandfather, and strove ear
nestly to divert the invalid's mind
. from the noises which came from the
kitchen downstairs.
"Never mind, grandfather," she
aaid, comfortingly. "They are
American soldiers and will not do us
harm, though they be rude. If only
General "Washington knew of their be
havior, I know he would send them
away. There, don't mind please
don't!" she pleaded, bending over the
nervous sufferer and smoothing the
gray locks away from the aged face.
A hoarse voice sang a bit of army
song, boisterous cheers followed; then
came the sound of tinkling mugs and
the troopers seated around the kitchen
fire resumed their rough exchange of
jokes.
These noises all penetrated to the
little chamber, disturbing the peace of
the sick man and awakening fresh ap
prehensions in Hope's young heart.
Twice that afternoon she had crept
downstairs, twice had she begged the
men not to be so boisterous, and
twice had they promised, only to fail
in keeping that promise.
It is due these soldiers, however, to
say that they respected the little girl's
request and tried to obey her. But
their good resolutions were drowned
deeper and deeper each moment as
they freely quaffed mug after mug of
the hard cider, a cask of which they
had discovered in the cellar.
"As if it were not bad enough to
rrest my brave son on suspicion of
his being a traitor," the old man
moaned bitterly; "they must suspect
us of being Tories and guard our home
as though we were in actual league
with the enemy. "William a traitor!
we Tories! The name of Adams was
never before connected with such vile
charges. And I suffering here at
this moment from a gunshot wound
received not two weeks ago while
fighting for my country! Ah! it is
terrible, terrible, indeed!"
He had partly arisen in his excite
ment, but slowly fell back on the pil
low, as the wound in his shoulder
sent a shaft of pain through his body.
"Yes, grandfather, it is hard for
tis," spoke his grandchild, soothingly,
"but do not worry, if you can help it.
Father is not a traitor, and he must
come clear of the charge." And there
was a flash of determination in her
dark eyes.
"Heaven bless you, Hope," re
plied the old man, placing a trembling
hand on her crown of nut-brown
curls. "We will pray for the vindi
cation of your father's good name and
his restoration to a place of honor in
the American army. It can't be thac
he must die as a traitor my son, so
brave and loyal!"
"No, no, grandfather!" assured the
little girl. "He will not."
Only that dav had the unpleasant
news been brought them that brave
William Adams, the old soldier's son
and Hope's father, had been arrested
on the serious charge of ,rpurposing
to reveal the plans of the American
army to the British, although, like his
aged father, he had proved a valiant
soldier, had gained the respect of his
officers, and had just been mentioned
for promotion.
He indignantly denied the charge,
but a mysterious paper found on him
had caused grave thoughts. He had
attempted to-explain that he knew
nothing about the fatal paper, but
his explanation had not been found
sufficient to save him from arrest.
A few troopers under a sub-officer
had been detailed to watch the
house of the prisoner's father, who,
despite his age and the fact that he
had just been sent home from the
ranks, wounded, was forthwith sus
pected of being a Tory, and an abet
tor of his son.
It had beau a weary day to the
prisoner at Morristown, and a very
sad one to Hope and the old grand
father. The presence of the troopers in
creased their fears, audit was not un
til long in the night that (the'rude jol
lity beldw stairs having ceased) the
nervous sufferer became somewhat
quiet.
Then Hope sang to him, soft and
low, as a mother to a sick child, and
soon she had the satisfaction of see
ing the wrinkled eye-lids close over
tbe weary eyes.
1 Then she arose noiselessly, and, go
ing to the window, looked out into
the dark night.
It was growing still colder without,
and the rain had ceased.
"I must go," she declared, reso
lutely. "If I can but see General
Washington, I am sure he will not let
father die a traitor's death."
Wrapping a shawl about her head
and shoulders, Hope let herself out
of the chamber, quietly secured the
door, and descended the dark stair
way. As she stole cautiously along the'
hall, her heart in a tumult of emo
tions, she saw, through the half-open
door leading into the kitchen, that
the troopers were eitber asleep or
heavily dozing. In another moment
she was outside iu the night and the
cold.
The night was very dark. Great,
dense black clouds scudded across the
heavens as if they were mockingly en
deavoring to outstrip her; and but the
merest fragment of a new moon, with
a few bashful stars, could be seen
through a drift, well down in the
western sky.
She had gone nearly a mile from
home when she cauie to a stream,
swollen almost into a torrent by the
recent thaw and rains.
IHope ran along the marshy bank
until she found the place spanned
by two long planks used as a bridge
by the country folk who wished to
shorten the distance to town. ,
"She started to cross the planks, but
when near the middle of the stream a
water-fowl arose from beneath her
and flew away over her head, with
wild, frightened cries.
So unexpected, so sudden was its
appearance that Hope started back
HOPE TELLS HER STOltY
nervously. The planks were icy where
the rain had frozen on them the even
ing before, and her feet slipping she
fell and came near to being thrown in
the stream. With desperate strength
she held firmly on to the plank and
tried to draw her body up. But her
little frail arms were unequal to the
task and there she hung with feet
dangling in the foaming water.
One moment she clung in awful
peril; then a tall figure stepped swiftly
out on the bridge and Hope was lifted
by a pair of strong arms and carried
safely to the opposite bank.
Looking up, half shyly, as the moon
continued to lend the feeble light?
Hope's clear eyes scanned her rescuer.
He was very tall, very erect and
wrapped in a gray cloak.
"My child" and the tall figure
bent over her kindly "it is a dark,
cold night for you to be abroad.
Where is your home?"
"Back there on the hill," answered
Hope, pointing across the stream.
"Had you started home?" he ques
tioned her gently.
"No, sir. I was going to Morris -town."
"Have you friends there whom you
wish to see?"
"No yes, sir that is "
"Do yon fear , telling me. I am
your friend."
One glance into his smiling gray
eyes, and Hope feit that she could
trust him implicitly
"I had started for the American
camp," she said,,sirnply.
"What takes you there at this un
seemingly hour, and in such incle
ment weather?"
"My troubles, sir."
"And whom did you hope to see
there?"
"General Washington."
"Trust me with your troubles. I
have great influence with the commander-in-chief,
and may be able to
help you."
"Will you tell him my story and
help me?"
"I will help you if I can. Now,
tell me, my child, what has driven
you forth this dark, cold night to seek
General Washington at his headquar
ters?" Thus urged, Hope told how news
had reached the farm house of her
father's arrest on the charge of being
a traitor, how it had affected her
grandfather confined to his bed from
a wound received while in the discharge
of what he considered old as he was
his simple duty, and how the troop
ers had terrified them with their rude
behavior.
"What is your name, little one?" her
listener asked, when she had finished.
"Hope Adams," she answered,
"And your father is "
"William Adams, sir."
"Do not worry any longer, Hope. I
give you my promise that General
Washington will do all he can for your
father."
"Oh, thank you, sir! God will be
good to you."
"The father of such a daughter can
not be very bad, no matter how dark
is the suspicion cast upon him," re
marked the man in the gray cloak,
more to himself than to the little girl.
"There must be some mistake. The
case must receive prompt attention."
Then again taking Hope up in his
strong arms he carried her over the
stream and led her back to the farm
house. On the threshold he paused and
said in a gentle, cheery way:
"Now, Hope, run up to your
wounded grandfather and tell him
that the troopers shall annoy him no
longer. This is not a Tory house
hold." Hope hastened to do his bidding,
while he stepped into the kitchen and
called the sub-officer of the troopers
to him. .
The conference between the new
comer and the sub-officer was short.
The trooper soon returned to his fel
lows. "We are ordered back to headquar
ters at once," he announced.
The tall figure in the gray cloak
stood on one side, while the troopers
filed out into the darkness and away
toward the American camp.
He seemed lost in thought as he
gazed after the retreating forms of the
men.
The next day a trooper stopped at
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TO GENEBAL WASHINGTON.
the farmhouse door and placed a letter
in Hope's hands.
Running upstairs to her grandfather,
she cried joyfully:
"Listen, grandfather?"
And in a happy voice she read the
following note.
My dear little Hope It was Gen
eral Washington himself who prom
ised you last night to do what he could
in behalf of your father. His case has
been investigated, and the real traitor
in camp (who was jealous of the
chance of promotion "which had come
to William Adams) has been discov
ered. It was he who concealed the
suspicious paper upon your father's
person, and sunningly contrived to
bring about his arrest. Of your
father's promotion, which is now
certain, I will not speak, for he will
be with you to-day. Would that all
of our daughters were as brave and
true in this time of sore distress as
you, little Hope.
Your obedient servant,
George Washington.
"And the man in the gray cloak was
General Washington all the time! Oh,
grandfather, isn't he good?"
"Noble!" said the old man, his face
glowing with pride. And from that
day forth no American ever reverenced
the memory of George Washington
more than little Hope Adams, nor
who can deny me? with better cause.
Detroit Free Press.
Washington' Nearest Living Relative.
Major Burges Ball, the nearest
living relative of George Washington,
keeps a cigar stand in the court of the
pension office at Washington. The
Illustrated American has just pub
lished a new portrait of the Major,
which is here reproduced. Major
Ball bears a close resemblance to his
illustrious relative, but is by no
means puffed up concerning his kin- j
ship to the great patriot or the unmis
takable likeness he bears to him. In
deed, Major Ball is the only person
who doesen't seem worried about the
fact that Washington and he are
nearly related by blood. He conducts
his little business in his own way, an'd
is very polite to all his customers.
The Sons of the American Revolution,
who take a great pride in their ances
tors, "took him up" and thoroughly
investigated his genealogy. He did
not ask them to do it, and when they
satisfied themselves that he was about
as eligible for membership in their
body as anybody and made him a life
member of their organization without
the payment of dues, Major Ball did
not refuse to join them. He is the
only member who pays no dues. The
Major was born in the old homestead
in Loudoun County, Virginia, and
started out in life as a humble clerk.
In 1840 he went West and gained
great repute as an Indian fighter and
pioneer in California. He joined the
Confederacy and seceded from the
SURGES BALL.
Union which his historic kinsmen
fought so hard to establish, and when
the war was over he found himself
homeless and destitute. His grand
father, Colonel Burges Ball, was a
cousin of Mary Ball, Washington's
mother. He married Frances Wash
ington, a niece of the General, and
that relationship is as near as any on
the Washington side. Major Ball is
a cousin of George Washington Ball,
who maintained a regiment at his own
expense during the Pvevolution, and
who was a friend of Washington.
He Was Truthful in His Statements and
Could Stick to Grammar, Too.
When the winter's nearly over
And the spring is nearly here,
When the bud upon the maple
Tells the blossom of the year,
There's a holiday approaches
That wo celebrate with glee
As the birthday of a laddie
Who removed a cherry tree. 1
And who, when his father questioned,
Nobly answered, with a sigh,
"Yes, papa, I know who did it;
To be truthrul, it was I."
Which was better than if Georgie
Had replied, as you will see,
"Yes, papa, I know who done it;
To be truthful, it was me."
"A laddie who behoved a cherey thee.'
Then the father proudly answered,
"My forgiveness you have won.
Few, indeed, there are so worthy
As my little Washington.
Few so brave and cool In danger.
Glory waits fcrsuch as he
Boys who stick to truth and grammar
When they've cut a cherry tree."
Now, when winter days are passing,
And the spring is nearly hert,
When the bud upon the maple
Tells the blossom of the year,
We rejoice upon the birthday
Of the noble laddie who
Could remember to be truthful
And could stick to grammar, too.
The First Engraving of Washington.
This is a reproduction of the first
engraving ever made of George Wash
ington. The only print known to be
in , existence is in possession ol Charles
F. Gunther, of Chicago, whose collec-
tion of relics of the "Father of His
Country" ranks very high in
deed. The original print is all in
black, except for the blanket on the
horse, which is colored red and yel
low, and the rider's coat, which is
blue, with yellow epaulets, and a red
sash across th.3 breast.
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DK. TALMAGFS SEEMON.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: "The Evil of Selfishness" Help
Others to Bear Their Burden It Is a
Christian's Duty to Encourane and
Aid His Comrades in Life's Battle.
Text: "Bear ye one another's burdens
And so fulfill the law of Christ." Galatians
vl., 2.
Every man for himself! If there be room
for only one more passenger in the lifeboat
get in yourself. If there be a burden to
lift, you supervise while others shoulder it.
You be the digit while others are the
ciphers on the right hand side nothing in
themselves, but augmenting you. In oppo
sition to that theory of selfishness Paul ad
vances In my text the gospel theory, "Bear
ye one another's burdens and so fulfill the
law of Christ."
Everybody has burdens. Sometimes
they come down upon the shoulders, some
times they come down upon the head,
pometlmes they come down upon the heart.
Looking over any assembly, they all seem
well and bright and easy, but each one has
a burden to lift, and some of them have
more than they can lift. Paul proposes to
split up these burdens into fragments. You
take part of mine, and I must take part of
yours, and each one will take part of the
others, and so we will fulfill the law of
Christ.
Mrs. Applflton, of Boston, the daughter
of Daniel Webster, was dying after long
illness. The great lawyer after pleading
an important case in the courtroom on his
way home stopped at the house of his
daughter and went into her sickroom. She
said to him, "Father, why are you out to
day in this cofd weather witho'ut an over
coat?" The greatjlawyerwent into the next
room and wai In a flood of tears, saying.
"Dying herself, yet thinking only of me."
Oh, how much more beautiful Is eare for
others than this everlasting taking care of
ourselvesl High up in the wall of the tem
ple of Baalbec there are three stones, each
weighing 1100 tons. They were Hfted'up by
a style ot machinery that is now among
the lost arts. But in my text is the gospel
machinery, by which the vaster and the
heavier tonnage of the world's burden is to
be lifted from the crushed heart of the hu
man race. What you and I most need to
learn is the spirit of helpfulness.
Encourage the merchant. If he have a
superior style of goods, tell him so. If he
have with his clerks adorned the show
windows and the shelves, compliment his
taste. If he have a good business locality,
if be have had great success, if he have
brilliant prospects for the future, recognize
all this. Be not afraid that he will become
arrogant and puffed up by your approval.
Before night some shopgolng person will
come in and tell him that bis prices are ex
orbitant and that his goods are of an in
ferior, quality and that his show window
gave promise of far better things than he
found inside. Before the night of the day
in which you say encouraging words to
that merchant there will be some crank,
male or female, who will come Into the
store and depreciate everything and haul
down enough goods from the shelves to fit
out a family for a whole winter without
buying a cent's worth. If the merchant
be a grocer, there will be some one before
night who will come into his establishment
and taste of this and taste of that and
taste of everything else, In that way steal
ing alt the profits of anything that he may
purchase buying three apples wlille be
is eating one orange!
Before the night of the day when voU
approve that merchant he will have a bad
debt which he will have to erase, a bad
debt made by some one who has moved
away from the neighborhood without giv
ing any hint of the place of destination.
Before the night of the day when you have
uttered encouraging words to the mer
chant there will be some woman who will
return to his store and say she had lost
her purse; she left it there in the store, she
brought it there, she did not take it away,
she knows it is there, leaving you to make
any delicate and complimentary inference
that you wish to make. Before night that
merchant will hear that some style of
goods of which he has a large supply is
going out of fashion, and thera will" be
some one who will come into the store and
pay a bill under protest, saying he has
fiaid it before, but the receipt has been
ost. Now, encourage that merchant, not
fearing that he will become arrogant or
puffed up, for there will be before night
enough unpleasant words said to keep him
from becoming apoplectic with plethora
of praise.
Encourage newspaper men. If vou
knew how many annoyances they have, if
you understood that their most elaborate
article is sometimes flUDg out because
there is such great pressure on the ool
umns, and that an accurate report of a"
speech is expected, although the utterance
be so indistinct the discourse is one long
stenograpntc guess, ana that the midnight
which finds you asleep demands that they
do awaKe, ana tcac tuey are sometimes
ground between the wheels of our great
brain manufactories; sickened at the often
approach of men who want complimentary
newspaper notices or who want newspaper
retraction; one day sent to report a burial,
tne next aay to report a pugilistic encoun
ter; shifted from plaee to place by sudden
revolution which is liable to take place
any day in our great journalistic establish
ments; precarious life becoming more and
more precarious it you understood it you
you would be more sympathetic. Be affa
ble when you have not an ax to be sharp
ened on their grindstone. Discuss In your
mind what the nineteenth century would
be without the newspaper and give en
couraging words to all who are engaged In
this interest, from the chief of editorial
department down to the boy that throws
the morning or evening newspaper into
your basement window.
Encourage mechanics. They will plumb
the pipes, or they will calcimine the ceil
ings, or they wiU put down the carpets, or
they will grain the doors, or they will
fashion the wardrobe. Be not among those
who never say anything to a me"hanic ex
cept to find fault. If he has done a job
well, tell bim it is splendidly done. The
book is well bound, the door is well grained,
the chandelier is well swung, the work is
grandly accomplished. Be not among those
employers who neversay anything to their
employes except to swear at them. Do not
be afraid you will make that mechanic so
puffed up and arrogant he will never again
want to be seen with working apron or
in shirt sleeves, for before the night comes
of that day when you praise him there
will be a lawsuit brought against him
because he did not finish bis work as soon
as he promised it, forgetful of the fact that
his wife has been sick and two of bis chil
dren have died of scarlet fsverand he has
had a felon on a finger of the right hand.
Denounced perhaps because the paint is
very faint in color, not recognizing the
fact that the mechanic himself has been
cheated out of the right ingredients, and
that be did not find out the trouble in
time, or seoldsd at because he Seems to
have lamed a horse by unskillful shoeing,
when the horse has for months had spavin"
or ringbone or springhalt. You feel that
you have Uie right to find fault with a me-
cbanio when he does ill. Do you eve
praise a mechanic when be does well?
Encourage the farmers. They come in
to your stores, you meet them in the city
markets, you often associate with them
in the summer months. Office seekers go
through the land nnd they stand on politi
cal platforms, and they tell the farmers
the story about the independent life of a
farmer, giving flattery where they -ought
to give sympathy. Independent of
what? I was brought up on a farm, I
worked on a farm, I know all about
it. I hardly saw a city until I
was grown, and I tell you that
there are no class of people in this
country who have it harder and
who more need your sympathy than
farmers. Independent of what? Of the
curculio that stings the peach trees, of
the rust in the wheat, of the long rain with'
the rye down? Independent of the grass
hopper, of the locust, of the army worm, ot;
the potato bug? Independent of the
drought that burns up the harvest? Inde
pendent of the cow with the hollow horn,'
or the sheep with the foot rot, or the pet,"
horse with a nail in his hoof? Independent
of the cold that freezes out the winter
grain? Independent of the snow bank out
of whlch;he must shovel himself? Indepen
dent of the cold weather when -he stands
thrashing his numbed fingers around his
body to keep them from being frosted? In
dependent of the frozen ears and the
frozen feet? Independent . of what?
Faney farmers who have made their
fortunes in the city and go out in the
country to build houses with all the
modern Improvements and make iarminir
a luxury may not need any solace, but the
yeomanry who got their living out of the
soil and who that way have to clothe their ,
iamuies ana educate their children and
pay their taxes and meet the interest on.
mortgaged farms such men find a terrific'
struggle. I deman.d that office seekers
and politicians fold up their gaseous and;
imbecile speeches about the independent;
life of a farmer and substitute some word
of comfort drawn from the fact that they
are free from city conventionalities and'
city epidemics and city temptations.
encourage the doctors. You praise the
doctor when he brings you up from an
awful crisis of disease, but do vou praise
the doctor when, through skillful treat
ment oi tne incipient stages or disease, he
keeps you from sinking down to tke awful
crisis? There Is a great deal of cheap and '
heartless wit about doctors, but I notice
that the people who get off the wit are the
nrst to send for a doctor when there is any
thing the matter. There are those who
undertake to say In our day that doctors'
are reany useless, one man has written a
book entitled, ' Every Man His Own Doc
tor." That author ought to write one more
book entitled. "Every Man His Own Un-
dertaker" Oh," says some one, phy-
sicians in constant presence of pain get
hard hearted I" Do thev ? The most cele
brated surgeon of the last generation stood'
in a clinical department of one of the New
York medical colleges, the students gath
ered in the amphitheater to see a very
painful operation on a little child. The old
surgeon said: "Gentlemen, excuse me if
I retire. These surgeons can do this as
well as I can, and as I get older it gives me
more and more distress to see pain." ';
Encourage the lawyers. Thev are often' '
cheated out of their fees, and so often have
to breathe the villainous air ot courtrooms,
and they so often have to bear ponderous
responsibility, and they have to maintain -against
the sharks in their profession the
dignity of that calling which was honored
by the fact that the only man allowed ta.
stand on Mount Sinai beside the Lord was
oses, tne lawyer, and that the Bible
speaks of Christ as the advocate, Enootre-'
ago liwyer3 in their profession c! trafl.
by having on the bench a Chief Justice
Story and at the bar a Bufus Choate: '
Encourage the teachars in our public
schools occupation arduous and poorly
compensated. In all the cities when there
comes a fit of economy on the part of offl-
cials the first thing to do is always to cut'
down teachers' salaries. To take forty or
fifty boys wiSose parents suppose them
precocious and keep the parents from'
finding out their mistake; to take an empty
head and fill it; to meet the expectation of;
parents who think their children at fifteen
years of age ought to be mathematicians'
and metaphysicians and rhetoricians; to'
work successfully that great stuffing ma
chine, the modern school system, is a very
arduous work. Encourage them by the
usefulness and tho everlastlnguess andthej
magnitude of their occuDation. and whan
yourchildren do well compliment the in
structor, praise the teacher, thank the ed
ucator. . ..
Encourage the troubled by thoughts or ..
release and reassociation. Encourage the
aged by thoughts of eternal juvenesoencev
Encourage the herdsman amid the troughs .
of sin to go back to the banquet at the
father's homestead. Give us tones in the
major key instead of the minor. (li
"Coronation'Mnstead of "Naomi." You
have seen cars so arranged that one car
going down the hill rolled another car un
tha Ki'll Tl. . t.. t-, j , :
..uuuwi. . iijcjf ucorijr uiiiauccu fHW" oiner.1
And every man that finds life up hfil ought
to be helped by those who have passed the
heights and ure descending to the vale.
Oh, let us bear one another's burdensl
A gentleman in England died leaving hi
fortune by will to two sons. The son that
staid at home destroyed the father's will
and pretended that the brother who waa
absent was dead and buried. The absent
brother after awhile returned and claimed 1
his part of the property. Judges and
jurors were to be bribed to say that the re
turned brother and son was no son ai all,
but only an impostor. The trial came on. "
Sir Matthew Hale, the pride of .the English,
courtroom and for twenty years the pride
of jurisprudence, heard that that injustice
was about to be practiced. , He pat oft
his official robe. He put on the garb ot
a miller. He wont to the village where
that trial was to take place. He entered
the courtroom. He somehow got empan
eled as one of the jurors. The bribes came
around, and the man gave ten pieces ot
gold to the other jurors, but as this was
only a poor miller the briber gave to him
only five pieces of gold. A verdict waa
brought in rejecting the rights of tbis re
turned brother. He was to have no shara
In the inheritance. "Hold, my lord!" said
the miller. "Hold; we are not all agreed
on this verdict. These other men have
received fn pieces of gold in bribery,
anu I have rceived-only five." "Who
are you? Where do you come from?" said
the judge on the bench. The response
was: "I am from Westminster Hal!;
my name is Matthew Hrib. lord chief
justice of the king's bench. Off of that
place thou villain!" And so the injustice
was balked, and so the young man got his.
Inheritance. It was all for another that
Sir Matthew Hale took off his robe and put
on the garb ot a miller. And so Christ took
off His robe of rovaltvand put on the atlira
of our humanity, and in that disguise Ha
won our eternal portion. Now are w tha
sons of God! Joint heirs! We went off
from home sure enough, but we cot back
In time to receivo our eternal inheritance.
And if Christ bore our burden, surely wa
can afford to bear each other's burdens.
Cuban Soldiers Becoming: Iletliis,
It is reported that Cuban soldiers ar
growing restless because of lack of pay,