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VOL. X VII. PLYMOUTH, N, C FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12, i90G. NO. 28
THE CIRC
The girl who laughs God bless herl
Thrice blesses herself the while; . .
NO music on earth ,
lias nobler worth 'k
Than that which votces a smile.
The girl who lauprhs men love herj
She lifts from the heart of despaig
Its burden of woe
And coaxes the glow
Of Joy te the brow of care.
John
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TT F f T I I T Ft k
I KING AND LIN GOTTESBERG CASTLE.
From the German. $
It was about 4 o'clock in the after
noon when I, Hubert von Hausacn,
first discovered the danger which
threatened the castle of Gottensberg,
and . thanked God that my master, the
King was not with us.
I have always taken pleasure in
writing a little in my leisure hours,
and when I write I always sit in the
east tower of the castle, where there is
a magnificent view over the mountain
crags and the big pine forest at the
loot of the castle.
That ill-starred morning I had writ
ten a letter to the King cancerning
Countess Helen, our guest, and though
y I and many other loyal subjects would
' 1 gladly have seen her on the other side
of the frontier, I had merely reported
on her health.
We could none of us foresee anything
out misfortune for the country if this
woman, witty, high spirited and beau
tiful as she was should ever become
queen.
Deep in thought, I had gone to the
window to look out. At a distance
from the castle, in the forest, I caught
.sight of mounted men.
Ihe sun shone on their green rnd
yellow colors. I recognized the crest
of Albert of Jaegendorf and understood
that the Countess's hour had struck.
For this man had sworn that he
would neither sleep in a bed nor change
his shirt until Helen of Gerelstein
should have been driven out of the
country, and most of the King's sub-
V- -jects secretly applauded Albert's senti-
I had promised the King to protect
TIaIti sV nnrclcfnin with T V llffi. and
I 1 . , i J A tnrrA r or
i meant to Keep my( wuiu. auiuius
ly, J immediately sent for the Captain
of the guard. He was a young fellow,
stupid and conceited.
"Sir Hubert," he said, "you have
harp ears for your age. These are
undoubtedly Albert's men."
"In that case I hope you are prepar
' d, Captain," I rejoined
He smiled.
"Gottensberg is impregnable," he
said. "The sentinels are at their post,
and the drawbridge is to he raised. II
the Countess is not safe here it will
not be my fault."
Then I went down to break the
news to Countess Helen, who was tak
ing tea with her sister Marie. They
were the handsomest pair of sisters in
the kingdom.
She understood already from my tone
in greeting that there was danger in
the air, and grew pale when I told her
t itii spot In the forest two mounted
F-Vmen with black feathers and silver
-crosses.
She went over to the window and
looked out. Between the tree trunks
a light bluish mist was visible.
"There is a campfire in the forest
don't try to deny it, Sir Hubert. Al
bert of Jaegendorf is there with his
men. Isn't it so?" she asked.
"I fear so, Countess."
She laid an icy hand on mine. "What
shall I do? Tell me, in heaven's
name!"
"There is the report which is sent
under escort to his Majesty every even
ing at sundown. If you could take it
yourself "
"You must be mad!" she cried. "I
a woman and alone and Albert of
Jaegendorf at the doors!"
"If you were to ride to the city with
iv the message to nis Majesty, you wouia
i be, neitner a woman nor aione. iou
I.would wear the uniform of a courier
and have an escort. Tne captain
thinks the castle impregnable, but
there are others who maintain that Al
bert and his men would storm Paradise
if they saw a chance of finding booty
there. In a few hours we shall know
who is right."
Thus Helen of Gerelstein became the
King's courier. When the sun had
gone down she left the castle with six
dragoons as her escort.
"Albert will read her letter," I said
to little Marie, as we stood looking af
ter the departing ones, "and it will
serve as her passport, as it simply
states that she is well and happy at
Gottesberg."
The captain and I were sitting at
our evening meal, when a servant sud
denly appeared and whispered in my
ear that his Majesty had come back
and was waiting for me in the little
(yf forking.
Ths messacrft frierhtened me so that
my kneesirembled under me; and
when I.vVd hefore tne KmS he at
' once reaue secret in my face.
"Where ia the Countess? Why did
WHO LAUGHS.
The girl who In ugh when sorro
. Comes by. and a glistening tear
Has stolen the glints
Of rainbow tints
And pictured a world of cheer.
The girl who laughs life nerds hr;
There is never an hour bo sad
But wakes and thrills
To the rippling trills
Of the laugh of a lass who's glad.
Howard Todd In the New York Pros.
you let her go?" he asked in the clear,
cold voice which always preceded an
outburst of wrath.
"Your Majesty," I stammered, "she
went because Albert of Jaegendorf is
at the doors."
He looked at me with his gray eyes,
and the expression in them showed
that he understood and waS grateful.
"Albert of Jaegendorf?" he repeat
ed, doubtfully. "I came along the for
est path and saw neither him nor his
men."
I told how I had made the Countess
put on the uniform of a courier. The
King thought the plan daring too
much so. However, he wished to con
vince himself of the true state of af
fairs and together we ttepped out on
the terrace.
The night was dark as pitch, but in
the heart of the forest there appeared
between the trees a reddish haze.
"That Is Albert's oampfire," said the
King, abruptly. "If the sentinels are
loyal, he and his men will climb the
mountain behind us where no man has
ever set his foot before."
"Your Majesty must not sleep in
your own room tonight," I ventured.
"In my grandfather's time there was
a subterranean passage which went
under the lake," he remarked, as he
went to inspect the sentinels, "I
would give a thousand florins to know
if it still exists."
The King did not lack courage, as
we all know who have served him. I
shall never forget how he looked that
night as he stood before me in his blue
uniform of huzzars, erect and proud,
reader to fling a jest in the face of
death. He knew as well as I what
would happen if he fell into the hands
of Albert's men.
Who could have slept after all this?
Not Hubert von Hausach, at any rate.
I still remember how, when the
King had gone to bed in the red cham
ber, I took out my old uniform of drag
oons, buckled on my sword and loaded
my pistols. Then I Went into the ante
room in order to be near him should
anything happen.
The hours crept on slowly more
slowly than ever in my life before.
The steps of the sentinel were the only
sound that broke the stillness. In vain
I tried to persuade myself that the cas
tle could not be stormed by a band of
highwaymen.
Suddenly I heard a scream. I after
ward learned that it came from little
Marie, who had been torn out of her
sleep to be carried up into the moun
tains. I sprang to the door and called to
the sentinel. There was no reply.
A pistol shot flashed through the
darkness and showed me our guards
dying in the corridor and a crowd of
strange men with swords and pistols
in their hands. In the confusion were
heard cries of "The King! The King!"
I slammed the door and swung into
place the heavy iron bars. A knock
at the door of the royal sleeping cham
ber was answered by King Ludwig
himself.
He was pale and had drawn his
sword. There was no need of telling
him anything.
"How long will it take them to break
open the door, Hubert?" he asked.
"About fifteen minutes, I think, your
Majesty.'
Suddenly the large window was torn
off its hinges and a man with a rope
about his waist came tumbling in. It
was cine of Albert's men. They must
have let him down from the tower
above the room.
He fired at the King, but with a
stroke on his arm I deflected the bul
let, and before he coufd fire another
shot the King had felled him with the
butt of his pistol.
But where one had entered others
might follow, and there were already
two of them in the room. I left them
to the King and ran to the window.
Sure enough! There was another
hanging at the end of a rope. With
a stroke of nfy sword I cut it and the
man fell, like a stone, a hundred feet
to the bottom of the ravine.
Then I turned to the King. Two
men lay dead at his feet and he was
standing with the third before him, at
the other end of the room near the
portrait of his father.
Fascinated, I stood watching the
King's swordplay. Albert's men were
still working at the outer door. What
good would it do us if the King should
conquer this foe? Death awaited us
in the corridor.
The clumsy fencing of the bandit re
joiced my heart, and I laughed aloud
when his blade struck in the panel be
hind the old King's portrait. The fel
low threw an evil glance at me, but it
was his last for his Majesty's thrust
was quick and sure. The man fell,
frothing at the mouth.
"Here is the forgotten passage, Hu
bert," the King said, and added with
deep reverence, "Lord, it is Thy will!"
I bowed my head and looked at the
miracle which had happened. The
bandit, had thrust his sword into the
forgotten door leading to the passage
to the vaults. The sword must have
touched a secret spring, or the wood
was rotten with age. The opening in
the wall showed us a way of escape.
1 remember that I took a candle and
lighted the King while he descended
the stone stairs, after I had closed the
panel and replaced tne heavy iron
bars at its back. We traversed a cel
lar and then went down another nar
row and steep stairway and through a
long tunnel which was so low that we
had to stoop as we went.
At last we stopped. The way which
we had come ended abruptly before an
immense well, from which an odor so
fearful emanated that we instantly re
coiled. The King sat down on a stone ledge
in deep despair. In the stillness we
heard a distant, illboding sound, as of
many feet and shouting voices.
After a while he said:
"It is not like my grandfather to
have built himself such a rat trap. If
we only had a lantern we would try
the water in the well."
This sudden inspiration gave me a
start." I leaned out over the water
without paying attention to the fearful
odor.
What I saw was a well about thirty
feet deep, with a black bottom and
slime and mud all over the sides. The
bad air extinguished the light in my
hand.
"If we only had a stone to throw!
How dark it is," the King said. "Lis
ten, Hubert, do you hear anything?"
"I hear a sound as of galloping
horses," I said.
'At the bottom of a well? Heavens,
it is true!" he exclaimed.
We leaned over the well and ascer
tained that we were not mistaken. "It
is no well, but a tower on the mountain
side," the King suddenly cried. "I
have seen it when hunting. There
must be a way out somewhere. I would
give a thousand florins for a match!"
"I have matches in my pocket, your
Majesty; and as true as I live, I think
my hand is touching an iron step."
I lighted the candle and we again
leaned over the black hole. Before the
light went out it had shown us an
iron ladder built on one side of the
slimy wall.
While I again lighted the candle the
King went down to life or death, as
his destiny willed.
"Be careful how you step, Hubert,"
he called up to me. "There is a door
here."
A fresh breeze confirmed his words.
I threw away the light and felt my
way down. At the bottom of the lad
der was a door and through it we
stepped out into the valley at the foot
of the cliff.
All 1 remember of the rest is that
the King's arms were around my neck
and that he repeated over and over:
"Not your love no, I cannot live
without it, old friend."
We ran through the forest like two
schoolboys. In the nearest village we
secured horses and were in the capital
at daybreak.
Thus Albert of Jaegendorf was driv
en out of the country. But little Marie
stayed with him, and she who once
was carried screaming from the castle
now rules over him with an iron will.-
That the King's marriage also come
to pass does not belong to this story.
But of me, Hubert von liausach, it
shall never be said that I served any
one but my King, whom I pray that
all good spirits may protect from evil.
New York Sun.
Hard to Kill an Ant.
Ants are really very long lived, con
sidering their minuteness. Janet had
two queens under observation for ten
years, and one of Sir John Lubbock's
ant pets lived into her fifteenth year.
Ants are very tenacious of life af
ter severe injury. Following loss of
the entire abdomen they sometimes
live two weeks, and in one case a head
less ant, carefully decapitated by asep
tic surgery, lived for forty-one days.
A carpenter ant after being submerged
eight days in distilled water came to
life upon being dried, so that they are
practically proof against drowning.
They can live for long periods with
out food; in one case the fast lasted
nearly nine months before the ant
starved to death. Scientific Ameri
can. ttespect for the Cloth
"Now, my child," said the cannibal
lady, "I want you to be on your good
behavior and not make a little pig
of yourself today."
"Why, ma?" asked the little savage.
"Because we're going to have that
new minister for dinner." Philadel
phia Press.
Butter was used for many years in
India solely as an ointment for ap
plying to wounds.
HOPE FOR CMCER CURE.
ENGLISH EXPERTS INOCULATE
AGAINST THE DISEASE IN MICE.
Trypsin Dr. Beard's Remedy It Has
Been Tried on Mice and Men and
Cancerous Growths Have Been De
stroyed. As the result of experiments with
mice the Superintendent of the Im
perial Cancer Research Fund Labor
atory of London, announced recently
at a meeting of the subscribers to the
fund that the prospects of discovering
the origin of cancer were more hope
ful than ever.
Exp rts, he added, are now able to
reproduce in mice all the features of
spontaneous cancer and to protect
healthy mice from the consequences by
inoculation. Out of 100 mice innocu
lated to produce the disease ninety
developed tumors, but in the protect
ed animals no tumors occurred.
It has also been found that the body
fluids of protected mice injected into
mice with experimental cancer retard
ed the growth of well-established tu
mors. The Superintendent pointed out
that the experiments must be carried
further before it can be ascertained
whether they will have a bearing on
the treatment of the disease in man
kind. Belief that a remedy for cancer has
been found is expressed by Dr. C. W.
Saleeby, F. R. S., the well-known
scientist and author of London, in
an article in McClure's Magazine. He
describes the results of the researches
into the cure of cancer made by Dr.
John Beard, lecturer in comparative
embryology in the University of Edin
burgh, who has devoted over twenty
years to the study of tumors, malig
nant and benign. The article was cor
rected and approved by Dr. Beard.
Dr. Saleeby does not assert that ab
solute certainty has been attained, but
he does say: "The giving of the
widest and most immediate publicity
to these facts seems to be a proceeding
from which it would be cruel and cow
ardly to refrain, sven though absolute
ly dogmatic and final statements can
not yet be made, and even though oue
may be accused of rushing in where
wiser people fear to tread. If the
cases I have seen be not miraculous in
the common sense of the term that is
to say, due to Divine interference with
natural law one has no choice but
to speak."
Dr. Beard's theory of the method by
which cancer appears in the human
body is given in the article. Dr.
Beard holds that the cells, of which
it is formed, have always been in the
body, and only under exceptional con
ditions awake to malignant activity.
They may be destroyed, or, as he puts
it, "digested" by means of trypsin.
To establish this Dr. Beard inoculat
ed several mice with cancer and then
treated two with trypsin. One of these
was accidentally killed after four in
jections in ten days.
"The microscopical examination,"
says Dr. Saleeby, "demonstrated that
every single cell of the tumor was
in degeneration, fully half of them
being represented by shapeless masses
of particles, probably remains of nu
clei, and all the rest were mere skele
tons of cells. Even these seemed in
very many cass to be crumbling and
falling rapidly away, as though in a
hurry to quit the scene.
"The treatment of the second mouse
lasted for twenty-one days, when it
was killed, since on that day one ot
the untreated mice died of its tumor.
In the case of that mouse the tumor
was as large as the last segment of a
man's thumb, while in the treated
mouse it was only as big as a lentil.
Microscopically this latter apology for
a tumor was in advanced degeneration
shrinking away to nothingness and
quite harmless. Even without further
treatment the tumor would have in all
probability, been absorbed shortly or
its remains cast out."
Dr. Saleeby goes on to describe two
cases of the administration of tryp
sin to man and the excellent results
obtained. "I have personally watched,"
he says, "from the first the treatment
of a case of cancer in an outlying dis
trict of London. The surgeons had
pronounced the case inoperable and
the patient was evidently, sinking.
Writing two days less than four
weeks after the tentative and partial
commencement of treatment by tryp
sin, I am able to report that, so far
as all the indications go and they are
abundant the tumof has been
killed outright. The patient is on the
high road to recovery, though some'
difficulty is yet to be apprehended by
reason of the poisonous action of the
disintegration products of the growth.
So far as my small experience goes,
this is certainly the most amazing
thing I have ever seen."
Of another case Dr. Saleeby says it
"has been under treatment for ' six
weeks, three successive operations
having been performed by a dis
tinguished surgeon, who declined
to undertake a fourth. In this case
it is possible to say, even at this stage,
not only that the growth of the tumor
has been arrested, but that it is now
dead. The patient is apparently mak
ing a rapid recovery, and it is expect
ed that in a few weeks more no signs
of the tumor will be discoverable."
Of the methods of application ot
trypan too little experience has been
had to permit of dogmatism, and Di.
Saleeby suggests that it may be ad
ministered by the mouth, under the
skin, and, where possible, by local
application. Its application to healthy
persons, judging by the experiments
made upon mice, seem entirely inoc
uous. It has, moreover, the virtue of
being already well known to the med
ical profession and of being readily
obtainable anywhere. Experience alone
will show whether the long-desired
remedy for the awful scourge of man
has been discovered, but so certain is
Dr. Saleeby of the value of this new
method that he writes:
"The facts which I am to recount
may be due to a series of miraculous
interventions with the course of na
ture. Or they may be no facts, but
dependent upon the simultaneous loss
of reason by the various persons who
have observed them. There are now
too many of them, and they are too
consistent for any one to believe that
they are to be explained by a series
of unprecedented coincidences. The
other hypothesis being incredible, I
for one, have no choice but to believe
that I am now privileged to describe
a number of facts, our knowledge of
which not merely marks an epoch in
embryology, but promises to put an
end forever to what is perhaps the
most appalling of all the ills that flesh
is heir to."
MAKING HOES.
Quick Work Done in Turning Out Gar
den Implements These Days.
The first hoe ever made consisted
of a pointed or forked stick, and it
w,':s used both for preparing the
ground for planting and in tearing
out weeds. This was perhaps 3000
years before Christ, but it remained
for the 19th century to witness the in
troduction of really modern tools for
the cultivation of the soil. Since then
the evolution has been remavably
rapid until it is. possible to produce a
modern hoe, rake or fork in about five
minutes. I mean by this that the ac
tual operations through which each
tool passes, aside from the time which
the handles must remain in hot water
before being bent, would not exceed
the time specified.
The steel for garden tools is made
in great quantities at Johnstown, Pa.,
from which place it is shipped to tool
factories throughout the country. It
iirrives at these factories in the shape
of iiat bars a half-inch thick. Tho
wo' d whica is used most 'or hanuies
is second growth white ash, and is cut
in Tennessee, Arkansas and Georgia.
A number of factories receive the
handles already made, it having been
turned out in the immediate vicinity
of the timber supply.. Fish oil for
tempering the tools as they are made
is another of the important products
from a distance necessary to the mak
ing of our modern garden tools. It is
brought from Gloucester, N. H.
The bars of steel, once at the tool
factory, are made red hot in a fur
nace, after which one bar at a time is
placed in a stamping machine and cut
into the blanks or patterns for rakes,
hoes or forks. The pattern for an art
icle comprises the metal for the hoc,
rake or fork proper and the shank.
The shank is that part of the pattern
to which, when completed, the handle
will be attached.
After the shank has been drawn
out to a desired length, the remain
der of the blank, which is to comprise
the hoe proper, is again heated and la
placed between huge metal rolls which
as they continue to revolve, flatten it
into a sheet of the thickness of a hoe.
This sheet is then taken t0 a die,
which is just the size of a hoe, and,
with a single stroke, the form of the
hoe is acquired. The shank is
given its curved appearance in a form.
While hot the embryo hoe is im
mersed in' the fish oil for hardening.
If a socket is to be used in attaching
the handle, the socket is welded in
to the shank. Otherwise it is. known
as a "shank" hoe. In polishing a hoe,
it is first ground upon a grindstone
and then held against a buffing wheel.
On some hoes the shank is bronzed
with a brush, but this Is not until af
ter the handles have been put In
place. Philadelphia Record.
Railway Reports.
In his address to Dartmouth Uni
versity, Andrew D. White, who takes
rank among the great thinkers and
doers of the country, urged that legis
latures should insist upon the fullest
publicity of railway reports, in order
to protect shareholders; and he
thought that railroad directors should
meet the people more than half way
in order to satisfy their wants. The
time will soon come, he said, when
there will be a great body 'of citi
zens who will demand honest, fair, and
exhaustive reports of the doings of
their representatives in the control of
the business of the country. Wnll
Street Journal.
Some Oxford Definitions.'
A "Straphanger" (Acrobatlous .tu
bensis) is a' person who sacrifices dig
nity for safety. ,
A "Suffragette" (Strix flagitans) is
a woman who ought to have more
sense.
The "Zoo-'Loo" is a white peril.
t DlStUlgUl'jn eaxeiuiiy nuiu uiacn. uillu.
i Tae Oxford IsU
A VACATION SUGGESTION. '
The annual puzle again is hwe.
Of, "Where in the world shall we go this
year"
The mountains answer with views and
rides.
The shore talks back of its times and
tides,
The country tells of Its peaceful ways,
Each loud in the paeans of frank self
praise. How simple 'twould be were each mu
to "stop!"
There's Vineyard Haven for growers of
grapes;
Bay Head for the hatter to try his
shapes;
The haberdasher might like Prout's Neck;
Lang Beach or Short Hills for the man
"in spec."
Marblehead? For the sculptor, if you
please,
With the pianist touching the Tampa
Keys;
Stone Harbor for masons, while, per
haps, Block Island would suit the builder chaps,
bnould the angler tire of bleak Cape Cod.
Let him seek Bass Rocks with his reel
and rod.
Deal Beach would receive the players
of bridge;
Plain "Friends" might summer 'long
Quaker Ridge;
iire Island would seem to the fireman
m flt:
watch Hill' with the "copper" might mako
a hit:
Sullivan ought to -lelight the sports;
And Sugar Hill sweeten the out-of-sorts;
ihe temp'rance people Cold Spring
or, , m'S;ht try,
while the not-so-strict ones could go to
Rye,
Or the one might turn to the Water Gap,
While Bar Harbor the other should en
trap. Sad spinsters o'er the Blue Hills might
roam ; jr
Young mothers at Rockaway feel at
home;
Sag Harbor for those who have no new
clothes;
Bell Beach for the girl with a plenty
beaux;
Point Comfort predicts for the lazy rest.
Or they might seek sleep on Lake Placid's
breast;
Or, if it's the crowding guests that hurt.
Try Shelter Island or Mount Desert.
One even might settle the "color line:"
Black Mountains for yours:" "White
Plains for mine!"
so the list might run on at will.
With a teach or a harbor, a plain Or a
hill.
For every one. Just let the name sug
gest The thin?? that In winter you like the best.
Bv Warwick James Price in Lippln-
c U's Magazine. "'
RJNNYSlDrroPLiFa
To a man his club is meet and,
drink. Philadelphia t Record, ...,. V -
Young Innocent I beg your pardon, .
did I tread on your foot that time?
Sweet Girl (very sweetly) Oh, no; .
not that time. Punch.
"The man I marry," declared Miss
Elder, "must be capable of great self
sacrifice." "Yes," murmured Miss
Younger, "he'll have to be."
Miss Impy Cunlous The view from
here is lovely, isn't it, pa? Pa Yes,
my dear. Any view is lovely , that
doesn't include my creditors. Puck. ( , .
"So you" think yachting is a dan-
gerous game?" "Dreadfully so. Why,
no less than five of our commodores
have died of delirium-tremens." Life.
"Life is so uncertain," she said'.' ."I
know It," he replied, "let's get mar
ried. One of us may die within a
few years." Chicago Record-Herald.
Willie I had a bully time last
Fourth. I had a ride in a nautomo
bile. Tommy Huh! Dat's nuttin.
I had a ride in a nambulance. Phila
delphia Record.
"I want to see the president of thia
Ice Trust personally on urgent busi
ness." "Sorry, sir; but his term
doesn't expire till next week." Bal
timore American.
"What kind of pie will you have,
Willie mince or apple?" "I'll take
two pieces of each, please." "Two
pieces!" Yes'm. Mamma told me not
to ask twice." Life.
Teacher Miss Badger, what do you
understand by "the privileged class
es"? Coed The botany classes. They .'
can go out In the woods once in a :
while. Chicago Tribune.
"I see, Katie, that New York is to
have one policeman to every 521 of
inhabitants," said the lady of the
house. "Well, ma'am, I've got mine," '
was Katie's reply. Yonkers States
man. "For goodness' sake! What's that
noise?" "The girl next door is hav
ing her voice cultivated." "Huh!
Apparently the process of cultivation
has reached the harrowing Beason.."
Philadelphia Ledger. " .
"See that man? Ha! ha! ha! Ho!
ho! ho!" laughed Love. "What's the
matter with him?" asked Envy. "Noth- ..
ing," answered. Love, "only he's a..;
locksmith. Hal'' ha! ha!" Phila
delphia Record.
"Isn't it splendid out here all
alone?" began Mr. Borem, who hal
found her musing beside tho quiet
lake. "Yes," replied Miss Bright, " "I '
was thinking that very thing before
you came along." Philadelphia Press'
"Do you enjoy delivering speeches
to your constituents?" "Oh, yes,"
answered the statesman; "only it
hurts me to have some of them say
that speyyihea are the only kind of
I goods I can be j'.led upon to deliver.'
Washington Star.
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