coo's MIRACLE OF MAY.
i‘here came a message to the vine,
A whisper to the tree;
The bluebird saw the secret sign
And merrily sang be!
.\ ad like a silver string the brook
Trembled with music sweet—
Enchanting notes in every nook
For echo to repeat.
.l magic touch transformed the fields,
(3 Heller each hour they grew,
U util they shone like burnished shields
All jewelled o’er with dew.
Scattered upon the forest floor
A million hits of bloom
. reathed fragrance forth thro'
door
Into the day‘s bright room.
'l‘hen bud by bud the vine confessed
l‘he secret it had heard,
And in the leaves the azure-breast
Sang the delightful word;
G-lad flowers upsprang amid the grass
and flung their banners gay,
And suddenly it came to pass—
God’s miracle of Mayl
morning'
- —Frank Dempster Sherman in Ladies‘ Home
Journal.
T ~ I
A UOMEDI OF ERRORS
It all came about through listening at
the parlor door. Eavesdropping is al-
ways a reprehensible proceeding, and
when indulged in by a person who has
good grounds for believing that that
person’s own self forms the topic of
conversation likely to be overheard, the
practice becomes altogether unpardon-
able. W'ithout desiring in the least to
justify the breach of good manners
committed, I am constrained to think,
nevertheless, that here was some little
excuse for my behavior.
You see, it was like this. Harry But-
t'erfield, the son of Col. Butterfield of
the British army, was desperately in
love with me, and I hope I am not over-
stepping the bounds of maidenly mod-
‘ esty by admitting that I was very fond
of him in return.
One evening, after working himself
up to the requisite pitch of passion,
Harry made me a proposal of marriage.
Although I had long seen it coming, of
course. I pretended, in a woman’s regu-
lar way, that his offer had quite taken
me by surprise; notwithstanding the fact
that I was dying to say “yes,” I assured
him that I could not possibly give him
an answer for at least a week. As I ex-
pected, he was so pressing, however,
that I consented without further delay,
and fell into his arms in the usual man-
ner, while he whispered vows of eternal
constancy and so on.
Harry had told me before going away
that evening that he had some little
business with my father in the morn-
ing, and said that he would seize the
opportunity thus afforded of getting
papa’s consent to our marriage. When,
therefore, the bell rang early the next
day, and Harry was admitted and
shown into the parlor, where papa was
reading the auction news in the morn-
ing paper, of course I knew what his
errand was.
I was ,therefore naturally anxious as
to the result of the interview, and when
it began to get unduly prolonged, I was
quite on .thorns. My solicitude at
length became so great that I left the ‘
housekeeper’s room, where I had been
vainly endeavoring to fix my attention
on some preserves that required tying
down, and stole on tiptoe along the
passage leading to the parlor door and
listened. Harry was talking.
“She enjoys pretty good health, I
suppose?” he asked inquiringly.
“Capital,” was my father’s answer.
“Never had an hour’s illness since the
day she was born.”
It was kind of papa to say this, but of
course his statement was not literally
correct. Everybody has illness at some
time or other in their lives, and I was
no exception to the rule. I was just
about tripping away on thus discover-
ing that the interview had'not ended,
when Harry again spoke.
“Is her appetite good?”
It was certainly a strange question,
and I could not see that it was at all a
necessary one, but I confess I do not
understand men’s ways. Papa answer-
ed my lover’s query by saying that I
took my meals regularly, and seemed to
enjoy them, which I must admit was a
fact. Curiosity now made me stay for
’8 next inquiry.
“Has she any temper?" he asked al-
most directly.
It was preposterous! Temper! I soon
should have, if inquiries such as these
were persisted in. In fact, it was only
papa’s answer, “Not the slightest l” ut-
tered in the most assuring manner, that
prevented my developing something of
the kind at once. As it was, the bliss-
ful frame of mind in which I had been
wrapped since the previous evening
was as the meteorologists say, decidedly
inclined to give way. Although feeling
that I had heard enough, I thought
thought that, asI had listened to so
much, I might as well hear .a little
more. I had :not long to Wait. '
“I really must say,” Harry went on,
“that there are one or two other points
about her of which I do not altogether
approve.” , .
I had quite developed a temper now,
which even papa’s answer could not as-'
suage, .
“Well,” returned my parent, "of
course, I don’t pretend that she’s per-
fection; but, take her altogether, she
won’t be easy to beat. All the same, I
should like to hear what you consider
her faults!” '
"‘Well,” said Harry, commencing his
criticism with a deliberation that made
my flesh craw , “she is passable about
the head and face, I admit, but her
neck seems to me unduly long, and her
shoulders have the appearance of being
a trifle too broad.” .
Could it be possible that the man giv-
ing utterance to this opinion {was the
same who had held me in his arms a
few hours previously, and asserted that
I .was the most beautiful creature on
God’s earth? , ‘
“Broad shoulders are by no means a
drawback,” Master Harry “for they en-
able her to accomplish a great amount
of work.” .
Yes, it was true. A lot of labor did
fall to my share, and had done since
my mother’s death three years we
Viously. But I went at it cheerfully
W E11E..KTLY --N ORWAL‘K .- G A‘Z E '1‘
and without complaint. Work, even to
the point of exhaustion, became a
pleasure when performed for an appre-
ciative father, but it never could be so
when done on behalf of an unsympa-
thetic husband. Husband! Thank
heaven, Harry Butterfield was not that
yet!”
“And then, you know,” went on my
lover—save the mark!--“her figure is
somewhat disproportionate, and she is
decidedly fat,”
It was a gross libel! Although not in
the least addicted to tight lacing, I
could assert with absolute accuracy
that my last new blouse was only 18
inches round the waist, and I was quite
comfortable in it! To call me stout
under such circumstances was a. cruel
untruth. I felt that my love was fast
giving away to an altogether different
emotion, and it would need but little
more to turn the scale entirely. Strange-
ly enough it was my father who applied
the last straw.
“Look here,” papa said after a mo-
mentary pause, "I'm sure you only need
to get used to her to appreciate her v;-
ue. Take her a month on trial; and ,
at the end of that time you don’t like
her, let her come back again.” - ,
That »was more than I could stand.
The idea was monstrous, and how my
father could suggest such a thing quite
passed my comprehension. It’s effect on
me was magical. Throwing propriety,
good manners, and everything else to
the winds, I rushed into the room.
“It shall not be!” I exclaimed pas:
sionately. “I will never be a. party to
such a shameful transaction!” and
then, deeming that the occasion emin-
ently warranted the proceeding, I threw
up my arms and went off intoa fit ofi
hysterics, winding up into a dead faint.
When I came around I was lying on
the sofa, with Harry bending anxiously
over me. Papa had gone for a doctor.
“Thank Heaven, “you are recovering!”
said Harry as I opened my eyes.
“Would that I had died!” I groaned.
“Pray, do not talk like that,” said
Harry. “How can you give utterance
to such a wicked wish?”
“There is nothing to live for,” I mur-
mured mournfully. '
“Nothing! No one?” asked Harry,
looking into my eyes.
“Nothing; no one!” I answered, re-
peating his words.
“You are ill, Emily,” he said, "or you :
' to believe he possessed an artistic appre-
would not talk in that strange way.”
"I am not ill,” I said, rising from the
sofa to prove the truth of my state—
ment. “Look at me for a moment,
Harry Butterfield,” I continued, facing
my lover fearlessly, “and let me hear
first hand what you think of me. Am
I passable about the head and face? Is
my neck unduly long? And do you
consider my shoulders broad and my
figure fat, eh? Answer me to my face,
sir, for I know that is your opinion of
me l”
“Emmy, you talk in riddles, which I
cannot understand.” '
“Is not your opinion of me what I just
stated?” ‘
“Certainly not, my dearest.”
“Did you not give expression to those
sentiments when talking of me to my
papa a little while ago?” m
“I certainly used those or similar
terms, but not in connection with you.
my pretty,” said Harry smiling.
“Of whom were you speaking then?”
I asked, a faint light beginning to break
in upon me.
“Why, the gray mare, to be sure,
which I thihk of purchasing for our use
when we are married!”
I fell into Harry’s arms when I saw
my stupid mistake laughing and crying
by' turns. As soon as I was able, I told
him all' about my eavesdropping, what
I had heard, and the construction I. put
upon it. Then I gave over crying and
we both laughed together, and were
thus employed when papa and the doc-
tor came. The doctor did not think I
required physicking when he examined
my tongue, so we all went into lunch,
and Harry took occasion to inform me
that papa had given his consent to our
union, and all the financial part of the
business was settled to his entire satis-
faction.
Thus my little comedy of errors came
to a happy ending after all; and when,
a few weeks later, Harry and I were
united in the bonds of matrimony, it
was by my express wish that the gray
mare was used to drive us to church.—
Tid Bits.
. Justice Came Too Late.
“Assayers are the common butt in all
mining camps, and, as a rule, I believe
they ‘get it in the neck’ undeservedly,”
said a well- known mining man.
“For example,” said he, “you remem-
ber that story of Mark Twain’s, how
the boys up in, Utah got hold of a chunk
of a Mormon’s grindstone and worked
it off on the camp assayers He got an
assay of $300 to the ton in silver out of
that grindstone, and the boys ran him
out of camp. That was a true story,
and yet, after these many yea rs, let me
tell you that assayer was all right. You
see, in the early days the-Mormons used
to cut their grindstones out of what af-
terward was known the world over as
Silver Ci' . That cliff was a sand
carbonate, and eventually it was dis-
covered to be one of the most wonderful
deposits of silver ore the world has ever
known. But that was too late to help
the poor devil of an assayer who sam-
pled the grindstone.”—Arizona Repub-
lican.
Bavarian Bicycle Girls.
In Bavaria the police will not allow
a woman to appear in public on a bi-
cycle unless she holds a certificate of ef-
ficiency. To obtain one, she must first
ride before the police officials in a crewd
of other candidates without falling off
or running into any one.
Running After Knowledge.
Teacher—James, what makes you so
late? '
James—I was pursuing knowledge.
Teacher—Pursuing knoWledge? What
do you mean? '
. J antes—Why, my dog ran off with
my spelling book and I I“ site! billi-
Harper’s Round Table. mm”...
. water would have done.
Two Nsriangss.
Mncntives. I’ve hoard. sweet mid.
Make an affirmative. -
Pray. is‘it true or is it not!
An answer quickly give.
For you areteacher of a. school
And-certainly should know
All that relates to grammar, and
She answered, "It loco.” ,
He pressed the tiny hand and gazed
U on the lovely miss,
AnIsnld. “I pray you let me take
From those sweet lips a kiss;
Those lips on which the rose you kissed
Has left its crimson glow.”
She blushed, she sighed. she hung her head,
And answered him: No, no!”
1 , . . -The South.
AIR TRILBY.
____—
It was a glorious, balmy day in July
of a past summer, and the saucy little
Olga swung on her chain in the flood
tide of the Sound, tugging at it as if
she would be free, and dancing on the
wavelets, swinging her boom and rat-
tling the rigging.
The absent flag indicated that the
owner was ashore, and there was no
visible indiCation that" any one was
aboard. In the seclusion of the cabin,
reposing on the soft cushions of a couch,
lay a. guest, reading “Trilby.” which
kept him awake, or he might have
yielded to the soothing influences and
fallen asleep. .
-He was disturbed in the perusal of
Du Maurier‘s novel by the merry voices
of a party of girls on some rocks on the
shore near by. There was a party of
young ladies from the hotel rambling on
the rocks, long the terror of yachts en-
tering the cove.
Satisfying themselves that there was
no one aboard, these merry girls had
decided to remove their shoes and
stockings and paddle in the cool, clear
water, with a frequent eye for the re-
turn of the yacht’s boat and crew, when
they would scamper back into the copse
of scrub oak and resume their footgear,
gleeful to escape undiscovered.
Jack hastily raised himself upon his
elbow and peered out the porthole. and
discovered the girls. His first impulse
was to rush upon deck and surprise
them; but he decided he would remain
in hiding and watch them bathe their
white, shapely feetand ankles in the
babbling waters, confident that they
would be more or less annoyed by dis-
covery.
He had gone far enough in “Trilby”
ciation of pretty feet, and did not think
he was doing the girls an injustice in
thus taking advantage of their innocent
expose in the fancied security of the
solitude of an unfrequented shore. He,
indeed, flattered himself he was inspired
by a very lofty artistic sense in admir-
ing the feet of the girls. Tossing the
novel on the bunk, he found the yacht’s
glass and trained it on the scene, criti-
cally viewing the several pairs of feet
and ankles so plainly revealed to him.
One pair of small white. symmetrical
feet, ,worthy of the study of a sculptor,
whose work they indeed emulated, at-'
tracted his attention more than all the
others, and through the powerful glass
he revelled in admiration of them.
Very mean in him, no doubt, and repre-
hensible, too—but he remembered the
old maxim, ”enjoy the goods that the
gods send you, without question or hes-
itation.” _
The girls enjoyed themselves greatly,
until the yacht’s boat was discovered
putting out from the long dock of the
hotel, and then they hastily gathered up
their shoes and stockings and retreated
like culprits into the bushes, where
they remained in hiding for a reason
that will appear, instead of hurrying
back'to the hotel.
“Had a nap or finished ‘Trilby?’ ”
Charley asked, hurrying on deck with
the painter in hand, while his man
hoisted the ensign in place of the absent
flag. ‘ \
“No, neither,” Jack responded, going
up into the cockpit; continuing, “Any
news?”
“There will be a dance at the hotel
t’o-night,” said Charley, adding, “and
we will all go over. What say you?”
“With pleasure," responded Jack,
with a glance toward the rocks, which
of course did not have any significance
to Charley, who busied himself about
the housekeeping details of the yacht.
“I think a little exercise will put me
up,” suddenly exclaimed Jack, pulling
in the small boat, into which he sprang,
and placing the oars, he started toward
the rocks, on a voyage of discovery
bent.
“Look out for those rocks l” exclaimed
Charley, adding, “They rise like shelves
and you’ll be on them before you know
it.”
“I know ’em,” celled Jack, as the boat
under his vigorous pulls shot toward the
shore.
He carefully picked his way into a
safe landing place, and, jumping out, be
secured the painter to a large, loose
stone, and started into the underbrush
without discovering a trace of the girls,
as the soft white sand retained the im-
pression of their steps no longer than
The girls were
fleeing down the road, in the shelter of
a cornfield, in great apprehension of dis-
covery and pursuit by the yachtsmen,
who are notoriously bold and sailorlike,
always alert for adventure.
They sought the seclusion of an old,
weatherbeaten, abandoned fisherman’s
shanty, where they remained in hiding,
their dear hearts beating as if to burst
all bounds in excitement over the adven-
ture, so entirely unpremeditated.
Jack, however, had no idea of intrud
ing on them, and consequently did not
follow the girls, or he would certainly
have been amused at the predicament of
one of them, and have gladly availed
himself of the opportunity torender her
gallant service.
Returning to the rocks, he paused to '
view the magnificent panorama of
shore, wood, water and field, embel-
lished by browsing cattle, handsome
cottages and sailing craft, with now and
then a resounding steamboat on .the
Sound. when hewas recalled from his
v-rerv via my [118 stentorian voice of Char-
.ey, shouthg:
we?
- -. ... —.¢~.—-‘
_ “Ship ahoy! Theelarot cup is ready!
Como aboard l” ' . '
His glance lowered to the water line.
he discovered in a shelf-like cr'evicoof
the rocks a pair of small, neat russet
pumps, which undoubtedly" had been
left by their fair owner in her flight on
the approach of the boat.
His first impulse was to capture as a
trophy this pair of pumps, and then
that he would mark them for the pur-
pose of future identification. He di-
vined he would never discover the fair
owner by taking them to the hotel and
enacting 'a. Cinderella-like comedy of
having them tried on by all the girls
until he found the right one, and de-
cided to mark them, and for this pur-
pose he took them to the yacht, where
story. .
It chanced that the sailing master was
something of a chemist, a Norv‘vegisn of
good education, and of the several plans
suggested for identifying the shoes his
was adopted.
He suggested that a daub of phos«
phorus be made on the rear of each
heel, which would not attract the at-
tention in the daylight, but which
would be luminous at night. Shrewder
than the rest of us, he suggested that
the shoes be returned to the rocks, to be
found there by the fair owner, who
would undoubtedly return for them if
we went on a sail. We all agreed she
would never claim the shoes if we left
them at the hotel desk to be restored to
the owner.
Ina few minutes the mainsail was
hoisted, and the jib flung out, and the
Olga glided away like a bird, before a
good breeze that put her starboard bow
in thewater.
I took a station on the after deck.
glass in hand, and watched the shore,
and particularly the rocks. Sure enough.
as soon as Olga left the scene and 'the
coast was literally clear, I espied a bevy
of girls emerge from the cornfield and
hasten along the shore to the reeks to
recover the missing shoes. In the group
I could not discern which one appro-
priated them, as they kept well together
for mutual protection, but I could
hear their merry shouts of success. '
The day were away all too slowly for
us, pleasant as was the scene and
weather, as all shared my curiosity to
discover the owner of those two small
shapely pumps. What if she did not
wear them at the hop? Perish the
thought, for the summer girl always
wears her cosey, comfortable russets.
We went ashore after a delightful
little dinner on deck, that is, in the
cockpit under the awning. It seemed
that the shades of night would never
fall over the earth and envelop all in
the darkness necessary for the success of
our discovery. The sun, a large, red,
fiery orb, never sank so slowly. His ir-
K-ridescent rays never lingered longer in
the horizon. There was an illuminat-
ing glow in the pink tinted and purple
sky longer than usual. I don’t believe
that the hotel manager ever indulged
before in such a general lighting of his
lamps and swaying Chinese lanterns.
But finally it was dark, a fact pro-
claimed by the locusts and the frogs and
the katydids, and there was a general
assembling of promenaders on the grand
piazza, preparatory to the dance in the
dining room, that was being actively
cleared by the darky servants of its ta-
ble's and chairs, after a very hasty
dinner.
Pretty girls, in charming white and
colored linen attire of the most fetching
designs, trooped down the broad cen-
tral stairs or across the spacious lawn
from the cottages, as gleesome and
noisy as more children. Oh, this joy-
ousness of innocent, unvexed youth!
I often fancied I~ detected a guilty
‘ blush on several faces when I scanned
them inquiringly; but they bore up
bravely under my scrutiny, all passing
muster; and, perhaps, the rose in their
fair cheeks was a maidenly rebuke to.
my impertinent glances.
Although all of us were on the qui
vive, the crowd was so close that for a
long time, and an anxious time, there
was no chance for a revelation of the
fell tale phosphorus. But perseverance
is always rewarded, and ours was after
the dancing began, and the only ones on
the piazza were promenaders who came
out between the numbers for a breath-
ing spell of the cool and refreshing
night air.
One of the prettiest little blondes I
had then ever‘ seen—well, now I think
the prettiest in the world—was discov-
ered by our trick to be the owner of
those russets, which I am sure were as
small, if not smaller than Cinderella’s.
Such pretty little shoes could only be-
long to a perfect Venus, with her
roguish blue eyes, flowing golden
lresses, sweet musical mouth, saucy
dignity and girlish grace.
Of course Jack sought an introduc-
tion, but, of course, he did not tell his
secret until—well, until he was accepted
by her later in the fall.
They are married now, and the shoes
are preserved in a glass case on his bu-
reau, which bears the significant but in-
appropriate inscription, “A la Trilby.”
«—Vanity.
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Peter Smith, with their dogs, started
out ’possum hunting the other night.
The weather was clear and cold. Two
miles had been covered when the dogs
began barking and started off at top
speed with their noses way to the
ground.
“Hurry up,” said Layne, as he broke
into a run. The young men needed no
second bidding. The dogs were OR in
the woods howling like mad. As the
men drew. nearer the howling grew
louder. A vigorous rap against a soft
body, followed by a howl of pain caused
the hunters to make a fresh burst of
speed. A minute later they came upon
the scene; a bear sat with his back
against a tree, and his paws sawing the
air. In the glare of the torches his
eyes glowed like balls of fire.
“Kill him, Pete,” shouted Layne.
Smithers fired both barrels of his gun
at the bear, who leaped into the air
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straight for Smithers, who, in less than
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fours again.
Smithers clothing hung in shreds and
his face was smeared all over with
blood.
“Did he hurt you?” said Layne.
“N 0, but the blood off his face
where the shot struck him nearly
blinded me.”
For a moment, men, dogs and bear
all stood in the open space, all panting
hard; then, as one of the dogs made a
leap at the bear, the battle was renew-
ed. Smithers reloaded his gun and for
a second time let both barrels go. The
away part of the skin of the bear’s right
shoulder.
. “If we don’t kill him he will kill the
dogs, said Burchill, as one of the, dogs
was knocked across the open with a
broken neck.
Layne seized a stone and hurled it
him on the head and knocking him
ouer. Burchill sprang at the bear and
began heating it with a club.
“N ow we have him,” said Smithers,
but he made a mistake. The bear roll-
ed itself up into a ball and then
straightened itself out with a phenom-
enal suddenness. The men and dogs
were unprepared for this and before
they could get out of the way they were
all sprawling on the ground. Before
they could rise the bear made ofi in the
darkness of the woods. Less than a
minute later the dogs were after him,
but the men'had enough of bear fight-
ing and called the dogs off and started
homeward. Sniithers concluded the
story of the fight with the remark:
ing you can bet we will go loaded for
. bear.”——St. Louis Post Dispatch.
A Great Ruby.
A 4634 carat Burmah ruby,
eler’s sale recently for forty thousand
dollars. A one- carat blue diamond
' I brought three thousand dollars, and a
' 140-grain black pearl, once belonging to
Queen Isabella II. of Spain, brought
six thousand dollars—NewYork Even-
'ing Sun.
Honored by the Kaiser.
_ Kaiser Wilhelm has made the chief
:kettledrum player of the Berlin'Opera a
“Royal Chamber Musician," in honor of
his having filled the place for fifty
1 years.
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QUEEN MARGHERITA’s’MUSIo- '
It is Wagnerian, but King Humbert Doel
Not Like It.
Queen Marguerite of Italy is of all
the royal and imperial ladies of Europe
said to be the one who is the most en-
thusiastic disciple of Wagner, and is
never so happy as when at her piano.
Indeed, music, it is averred, is the sur-
est way to‘ her good will, and that is
why several of the, great powers of
Europe make a point of choosing for
their Ambassadors at Rome diplomats
who are more conspicuous for their
musical tendency than for their state-
craft. Thus the former German Am-
bassador, Baron von Keudell, used to
spend the greater part of his days in
playing duets with her majesty, and
his successor is that Baron von Bulow
who isknown throughout Germany as
one of the cleverest of amateur per-
formers on the piano.
Queen Marguerite’s devotion to Wag-
nerian music, which is attributable to
the fact that she received her education
in Germany, is a source of sorrow to
her husband, who,.like King Leopold,
of Belgium, simply abominates music,
for which he has no car whatsoever,
and which has the effect of putting his
teeth on edge.
As he is extremely fond of his wife,
he submits to the infliction as long as he
can. But when the strain becomes too
great to bear, he threatens the Queen to
sing, and even goes so far as to chant a
few bars in an excruciatingly flat and
rasping voice. That always has the de-
sired efiect, and causes her majesty’s
'piano to close with a bang—Westmin-
ster Gazette.
A Kentucky Fable.
There was once a lamb who, feeling
thirsty, went to drink" at a stream. A
wolf who was slaking his thirst near by
sized the lamb up for a roast. He there-
upon approached the trembling creature
saying ferociously:
“What do you mean by
my water?” :
“Why, sir,” said the -lamb, “I am
further down stream than you, and
could not possibly muddy the water
where you are drinking.” 5
“I’ll teach you to correct your bet-
ters l” said the wolf, and thereupon tuck
the lamb in out of the wet.
MORAL.
If the fool lamb hadn't displayed a
vitiated taste foh watah, he would still
be on the turf, sah.—N. Y. Press.
Another Illusion Shattered.
A young man writes to this office to
deny the impression that there is any
pleasure in teaching a girl to ride a bi-
cycle. He says that it is true she clings
to her escort, but it is a frantic cling,
like the clutch a drowning man makes
for a board. There is nothing tender in
it, and she squeezes his hand so hard
that he has to grit his teeth to keep
from soreami'ng.—Atchison Globe.
A Long Job.
The last piece of- granite for the new
postoffice building at: Washington, D.
0., has been quarried and shipped by a
Vinalhaven (Ma) company, who so
cured the contract two or three years
mud-dying
ago, and have had 200 men continu-
. ously working on that: one job.
the
largest ruby ever cut, so far as IS -
known, was bought in at a. London jew-
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