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Proudly he lifted his royal head.
The auctioneer raised his hammer high,
And said to the loafers standing by:
“All must be sold, and this is the last,
He's a trifle thin, but they say he'safaIst, . I
And I guess .he’ll work; come, what Will he
bring?
Give us a bid to start the thing!"
Going —going: the bidding is low,
Going—going: no higher they'll go.
Going—gone! to John Smith Jones!
' (A fairish price for this bag of bones)
And the thoroughbred colt, witha’troubled
neigh, ’
By a common farmer was led away.
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Soothe colt, in whose veins was the king-
liest blood, »
With a .dunghili mate in the stable stood;
At plow or cart he toiled all day,
And was 'fed at night on the poorest hay;
Yet he bore up well, as the long yean
passed,
For a thoroughbred horse is game to the
last.
’One summer Sunday he was allowed
- At pasture to. run with the common crowd.
His weary 'iimbs he stretched on the grass,
And idly gazed uponall who might pass;
For beside the field ran the road highway,
Filled with equipages grand and gay. ,
Up came a dog cart at rattling speed,
Drawn by a nag of the dunghill breed;
For his driver no more of horses knew
Than the farmer whose plow the thorough-
bred .drew;
And plenty of oats and work that is light
Put a Very poor horse in a very good plight.
The shabby rold horse he quickly ,sp'fid,
And his coarse;.thick nostril sweliefl with
pride.
“Poor fellow!" said he. "How very great .
. Is the difference ’twixt your and my estate!
With the proud and rich on the road I go,
While you must rank._with the dull and
slow.” ,. .
~ Never the thoroughbred moved a limb,
As he lay and scornfully answered him:
“0 silly boaster, ofcommon blood!
Yain is your talk and your speed ‘no good.‘
And, for all the gay trappings upon your
back,
I could easily distance you on the track,
For born to the plow, for a farm horse
bred,
By a fool you are used on the road instead.
"I am scarred and galled, and my knees are
bent,
In the roughest labor my life is spent;
But one thing is mine as long as I live,
‘ Which to you no power on earth can give;
I’m a drudge as a plow horse, if you will,
But remember this: I’m a thoroughbred
still!"
——David Buffum, in Youthfs Companion.
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i The Mysterious Thief
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- SUMMER day in southern Michi-
gan 35 years ago. Where now are
well-tilled fields and commodious farm
buildings then could be seen vast- tracts
of forest land, fields dotted with
stumps, rude log houses and barns.
John Morse had started for school.
He was making his way from the front
door of his home to the gate, not in the
usual way, but walking on his hands.
“That’s pretty good. Going to keep
it'up all the way to school?”
,John righted himself to find Bert
Miller, his particular friend, standing
near.
“Would, only I can’t. carry my din-
ner pail. Wait till I get it,” and John
ran back a few steps and caught up a
shining tin pail.
The boys had gone but a few steps
when Bert asked, a little anxiously:
“You took good care of Elsie’s knife,
didn’t you, John? I forgot it.”
John nodded. “I didn’t lend it to a
soul, and I put it carefully away in my
desk before school was out." ' _
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son on an errand. Bert had had with
him a penknife belonging to an elder
sister. It was a beautiful knife, the
pearl handle being bonded with silver,
and the two tiny blades bright and
keen. Bert had loaned the knife to
John, and gone diff without thinking
of it.
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, Charlie’s ball, a new one.
'the boys to ascend to the loft.
putting it- on top of my spelling book.’
Agnes Larr looked grave. There was
no lock on ’the schoolhouseldoor, but
nothing had ever beeii taken, nor could
the most diligent search bring to light
any traces of the presence of a- thief.
Both John and Bert were miserable.
When the noon intermission came, the
boys, as usual, carried their lunch out
under a great oak tree that stood at the
roadside a little way off. Of course
they discussed the knife.
“It. must. have been stolen,” John said,
as he deftly peeled the shell from a
hard-boiled egg. '
“Think so?” , ‘ a
It was Charlie Smith who spoke, an
there was such an unmistakable sneer
in his voice that John’s facereddened.
“Well, I guess the thief ain’t far off.”
“What do you mean ?”
Charlie waited to take a huge bite
from the molasses cookie he held in his
hand before replying. The other boys
held their breath. There was no sound
save the sighing of the Wind in the
green leaves far above their heads.
“Just what. I said.”
John sprang up, his eyes blazing.
“Do you mean that I stole the knife,
Charlie Smith? Dare to say it, and I’ll
lick you. I’m no thief.”
“Didn’t say you were,” Charlie de-
clared, a little hastily. “It’s strange
where that knife went- to, though.”
John cxflld not deny this, neither
could he force a quarrel upon his school-
mate. Yet he plainly saw that suspi-
cion was directed towards himself. His
position was a difficult one. He felt
that the taking of the knife was laid to
him. Voicing his resentment only made
"matters worse. One thing comforted
.him—Bert believed him innocent. The
parents of the boys were warm friends,
and while Elsie Miller greatly regretted
losing” her knife, she never thought
John guilty of theft.
Weeks passed by. 'At that time the
so-called “summer term” of school was
continued through all the hot weather.
.As the work on the farms increased, the
older boys were obliged to remain at
home and help. ..
Late in August there :ame a rainy
morning, and the pupils were again all
inItheir places. Before noon the sun
was shining. The boys hurried through
Itheir dinner. as they had planned a
game of ball. The air was cool, and the
game was played with much spirit. A
clever stroke of Bert’s sent the ball fly-
ing through the air. It rose, passed
through one of the panes of glass in the
tiny window of the schoolhouse loft and
disappeared from sight. A moment
later Miss Larr looked up from her book
into Bert’s flushed face.
“Please, teacher, I’m sorry, but I’ve
batted the ball through the upstairs
I’ll pay for the glass. It’s
Can we go
window.
up and get it?”
As the mischief was already done, Ag-
nes Larr saw no reason why she should
scold about it. She gave permission for
The
I only way this could be done was to place
a chair on a desk, stand upon this, and,
putting one hand on each side of the
opening in the ceiling, swing up. This
was not a difficult task for these strong,
active boys. In a few moments John,
Charlie and Bert were in the loft, and
; only the teacher's commands prevented
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the other boys from following. They
peered about in the dim light, stooping
to avoid the rafters. -
“Here’sthe ball!” Bert cried. “Why,
look here, boys; what’s this?” '
He pointed to an opening in the wall.
The next moment they all sprang back,
for from the crevice a' tiny animal
spran , ran across the room and disap-
peare, in a hole.
“A gray squirrel!” Charlie shouted.
“I knew they had a nest up here."
The children were accustomed to hav-
ing their recitations interrupted by the
curious chattering of these little ani-
mals, and often caught glimpses of
them as they hurried to or from their
strange home. I
“Little ones are grown up and gone,
ain’t they?” John asked. »
‘ Charlie stooped down and looked.
“Yes. There’s nothing here but nut-
shells and—what’s that?”
He inserted his hand in the opening.
‘ A moment» later he was extending it
towards his companions. There, in the
’ upturned palm. lay the missing knife.
.
For a moment no one spoke. Then John
said, quietly:
“I am glad!"
“And 1—” Charlie commenced, then
«stopped. “I've got something to say,”
he went on, “but i guess I’ll wait until
called at the schoolhouse and sent his . we get down.
The boys climbed down. There were
many exclamations of wonder, much or-
guing as to why the squirrel should
. have carried 011' the knife, and argu-
Thoy soon reached 'the schoolhouse. "
It was small and low, the board walls .
darkened by time and smoke. The win-
dows were uncurtained and the seats
and desks made from rough lumber.
There was a merry half hour of spurt
before the ti‘nkling’ of the teacher’s lit-
tle hand bellcalled the pupils in. Then
John thought of the knife, and slipped
his hand in the desk. He did not find
it. ' Hc bunt his head and looked, but
saw nothing of the missing article. One
,by one he took the books from his desk.
The knife was gone.
John raised his hand. The teacher, a
sweet-faced girl of 18, asked:
"What is it, John ‘2” . ~
“I left Bert Miller’s knife in. my desk
last night, and it is gone. Will you
please ask who has it?" .
“Certainly,” .fiss Larr said, and,
turning to "the school, she put. the ques-
:tion. ~ ~ '
- . There'was no response. John glanced
.. . ndI expectantly, while Bert began
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filrie’s and IcarncId that the knife, ai-
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you sure, John,’.‘~fshe 1’ askedh
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ments to prove that it was lighter than
some nuts. At last there came a lull in
the conversation, and Charles held out
his hand to John.
“I’m sorry and ashamed that I hinted
that you were a thief, old fellow. For-
give me, won't you?”
As he was cleared of suspicion, John
found it easy to do this. The mystery
was solved, and the thief was allowed
to go unpunished.—Detroit Free Press.
An Atheist Chief Justice.
Sir Robert Stout the new-chief jus-
tice 0f Nech-aiand, is singular among
the occupants of high judicial gffice in
being an avowed atheist. He was for-
merly known as the “Bradlaugh of the
Autipodes,” and he once presided over
a sccularist congress in Melbourne. He
was born in the. Shetland. Islands 55
years ago, emigrated to New Zealand
, in his nineteenth year, became a School-
master, stud icd law after school hours,
and secured the .right- to wear a wig
and gown at 27. At 31 he wasan M. P..,;
and at 34- attorney general in the gov-
_crnment of Sir George Grey. I, In 1894
he became premier of a coalition gov-
ernment in association with Sir Julius
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‘ BELIEVE that every woman
Ishould understand what pecun-
iary independence is,” said Mr. Van
Ripper at breakfast on the morning of
his wife’s birthday, “and I feel sure
3 that you will appreciate the little gift
I have for you.”
. “I know you’ve bought that opal and
diamond ring I wanted!” said Mrs.
Van, deliglitedly. “You dear extrava-
gant: thing!” I
Van Ripper dived into his coat pock-
et and brought out two small books,
which he gave impressively to his wife.
She looked them through as though
they were a Chinese puzzle. '
“Those, my dear,” said Van Ripper,
evading the opal ring delicately, for he
had discovered on inqdiry that its price
was $500, . “are your two new bank
books. I have deposited for you at the
Rattlethem bank the sum of $100 as
your birthday gift, and hereafter I shall
give you your monthly allowance also
in the shape of a check, which you can
deposit. and draw against in due. form.”
“0, isn’t that: lovely!” said Mrs. Van
Ripper, trying to conceal her disap-
pointment about the ring. “Do I just
show these at the shops when I want
to buy anything?”
“The small book,” said Van Ripper,
“is your deposit book, in which will be
recorded any amounts which you may
wish to—er-save. You will find that
having a bank book will cause you to
save money almost unconsciously. This
long book is your check book, on which
I have had put your monogram in
gold.”
“And pink leaves, too!” said Mrs.
Van. “Just my color! ~What do I do
with this? 0, isn’t it sweet!”
“They. get up those things very nicely
at the llat-tlethem bank,” said Mr. Van
Ripple. “I believe they have more
ladies among their depositors than
men, and they have clerks specially
selected for their politeness and their
courtesy in explaining matters. These
check books are a rather pretty idea.
When you want to draw a check you
tear out one of these and enter the
amount on the stub.”
“And spoil the book?” exclaimed
Mrs. Van Ripper.
“That’s what it is made for. See,
these perforated lines show where you
tear it off. This place is for the num-
ber of the check and this for the date.
Here is where yOu sign your name, and
on this line you write the amount of
money you wish to pay out.”
“But I am not going to tear out one
of those pretty checks!” exclaimed
Mrs. Van Ripper. “I’ll get money from
. you whenever I want it; or else I’ll have
things charged!”
“That is not exactly the idea, my
dear,” said You Ripper, looking a trifle
uneasy. “I want you to learn to take
care of your own bank account and
your own money. Of course you'll have
to draw checks.”
“But I never, never could draw, Adel-
bcrt; it was always my very worst les-
son at the convent—it was——”
“-Ha—ha—ha! You don’t understand;
to draw a. check is to write it out—~to
fill it-sec?” -
“And I can go anywhere and spend a
check?”
“Well, if you’re known, it will be all
right, otherwise you’ll have to be iden-
tified.” .
“0, how perfectly horrid! I am Sure
I never can do that. Why, Mrs. Sniff-
in gton had to go to the police station to
identify her pocketbook. That’s where
you have to go to be identified, Adel-
bert.” I '
“Nonsense, my dear! It certainly is
high time you began to learn some-
thing about business affairs. Anyone
who knows you can identify you any-
where.”
“Suppose I"want to pay my fare on
the car or pay a cabman. Will he be
able to identify me?”
“0, you don’t u'se checks for sucl.
small bills as that. You just ask me
about it- any time when you want to
draw a check and I’ll let- you have the
benefit of my advice.”
“Well, just let me have $20 this morn-
ing,” said Mrs. Van Ripper, “for I’ve
got to go down town and get some
things. I don’t want to spoil the book
until I have had it awhile, anyhow!”
So Van Rippen gave his wife the
money and she started down town,
Looking out of the car she saw the Rat-
tlethem bank and she decided to go in
and see what it was like. It was a
beautiful white marble place, with
young men clerks at work behind plate
glass partitions. Then there was an
inviting little carpeted inclosure where
she saw several women sitting at small
desks writing or counting money.
Mrs. Van walked in and said to the
young man at the nearest window:
“Will you be kind enough to let me
.have some note paper and envelopes? I
have a few letters to write.”
He looked at her strangely. “We
have nothing but the official paper,
madam,” he said, “and ii is against our
rules to use that even for our own cor-
respondence.” -I . I
“I think that’s very odd,” said'Mrs.
Van Ripper. “My husband told me that
you were specially courteous to ladies
here.” "' ‘
“Are you a depositor?” asked the
clerk. ..
“I beg your pardon.
asked Mrs. V’an Ripper, haughtily.
“DO you have an account here?”
“I am a member here,” said Mrs.
Ripper, drawing out her, books and
confronting him with them triumph-
.an'lly. I ' .
”0. a new account,” said the clerk,
.smiliug. “I see. You are Angelice Van
Ripper?” ' . I I
I “I am Mrs. Adclbert Hollingway Yan
. , . , . s Ripper.” said»
_ have todepend upon l‘SOk-é-Chl- . . I,
Am I what?” I
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“0, not at all! so. at in!” said, the MARKSMANSHITPWO—EIBOERS. _ ,
clerk; “is there‘anything I can do for'
you, Mrs. Van Ripper; would you
to meet our cashier, Mr. KnOCkem?”
“Certainly not, sir," said Mrs. Van I
Ripper, grandly. “I should like to—to
-—'draw a check!” .
“Very well, madam; you will find a
.table and chair opposite with writing
”materials upon it. When you have
made out your check you can give it‘to
the paying teller, fifth window to the
'a-ight. He will let you have the
anoney.” "
“What money?”
“The money your check calls for.”
“But- I don’t want any money.
simply wish to draw a check.”
“O,very well! I beg your pardon. Be
seated, madam. The small table op-z
posits.”
Mrs, Van Ripper sat down and took
out her new book, toying aflectionately
with its pink pages. Then she tried 'one
of the pens. In the date line she wrote
“Thursday afternoon” in a sprawling,
angular hand. In the space for the
check number she wrote the date. Then
she signed her name with a flourish.
“Is this correct ‘2” she inquired of the
young man at the window. He looked
it over with a carefully suppressed
smile.
“Er—you’ve got the datein the wrong
place, but if you just write the amount
and the name of the person you wish
10-”
“Dear me; I shall never understand
it!” said Mrs. Van desperately.
“Shall I fill it out for you?” asked the
young man politely.
“If you will be so kind,” said Mrs.
Van.
“To whose order?” asked the clerk.
“0, it doesn’t really matter," said
Mrs. Van Ripper.
“To the'order of the bearer, shall I
write?”
“That will do very nicely.”
“Now the amount-what shall itbe?” '
“I don’t care,” said Mrs. Van. “You
see I have $20 that my husband gave me
this morning. If you’ll just darw the
check I’ll be so much obliged. I have
an engagement with the dressmaker
at 1.2.”
“Then I’ll leave the amount blank?”
“Just as you please,’ ’soid Mrs. Van,
graciously. “I’m- so much obliged.
Good morninO!” and she turned to go.
“Here’s the check,” said the clerk,
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waving it through the window.
“0, do I take it with me?” inquired
Mrs. Van Ripper. “I thought I left it
here.” .
“Not unless you wish to draw some
money.” '
“Oh, thank you so much. Good morn-
ing.” -
Next morning she visited her dress-
maker and then proceeded to do some
shopping. She explained at the depart-
ment store where she had always pur-
chacc"; goods that she wished to pay
her bill with a check, and the superin-
tendent filled it out for her and had her
affix her signature.
“Now, you’ll send these things home
just as though td’ey were paid for?” she
said to the superintendent, who had
dealt with ladies who had bank ac-
counts before. 4
“Precisely the same, madam,” he said
smilingly. The bill was for $60, and he
knew that Van Ripper was good for it.
Mrs. Van felt so elated over her success
that she went to her milliner’s and
bought two hats for $44, and then found
that she had no money for luncheon.
She had given the milliner‘a check for
the hats, and she told her of her predicar
ment. I
“I will cash a check for you with
pleasure,” said the milliner.
Madam thought that. ten dollars
would be sufficient, and when she re-
ceived the crisp bills she felt efiusively
grateful. ‘ * _
Two days later Mrs. Van Ripper had
a visit from one of the bank clerks. He
told her that she had overdrawn her
account, but she indignantly denied it,
- and showed him that her book still ex-
isted as a proof of her financial sound-
ness. I
“You can see for yourself that it is
quite full of checks!” she said indig- _
nantly. “I never heard of such a thing!
Certainly. I have money in the bank!”
“On the contrary, you owe us money,
Mrs. Van Ripper. You have overdrawn.
Can’t you understand ?" '
“I shall certainly tell my husband
about this!” exclaimed Mrs. Van"Rip-
er. .
p “He may be able to explain it to you,
and please make the amount of the
overdraft good as soon as possible.”
When Van Ripper came home there
was a stormy half hour, tears and much
explaining. As a result of it all Mrs.
Van Ripper never renewed her bank ac-
count. ‘She says that money is good
enough for her, and that when she paid
people with che’cks it always seemed as
though she still owed them the cash.
“Besides that,” she said to her hus-
band. _“I never had any pocket money,
and as for that birthday present, ;I
never saw it!"
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False Reputation.
“I am inclined to think that the pee-
' ple who are forecasting the results of
I Ia war in the Transvaal are laying too
much stress on the marksmanship of
the Boers,” said Mr. E. A. Broughton,
of Liverpool, to a reporter for the New
Orleans Times-Democrat. “I have a
brother at Port Natal, and during a
visit which I paid him in 1896 I saw a.
good deal of fancy shooting, both at
.I’retoria and Bloemfontein, in -the
Orange Free State. I also heard nu-
merous hunting stories, and in every
instance. the tradition far outclassed
. the performance. I dare say the origi-
nal Boer settlers were fine shots when
their weapons are taken into consid era-
tion. The popular gun of their time was
an old-fashioned, long-barre‘led Ger-
man rifle of about .44 caliber. For any-
thing like long range they had to push
up the sights, and they became very ex-
pert at judging distance for drop shots.
Their skill in that particular gave them
a great advantage over noted English
sportsmen who came into the country
after big game, and they acquired a
tremendous reputation as. marksmen.
‘Tommy’ could double discount them
with a modern, small calibeii, high-pow-
cr rifle, and, as far as I saw, the younger
Boers are very indiflerent shots with
any sort of weapon.”
A man noose "F’ARE.
The Curiosity of the Man Who Saw
Bread Delivered at I. Stable
Wu- Satisfied.
A delivery wagon of one of the big
breadbaking factories of Yorkville
- stopped in front of an uptown livery
and boarding stable the other morn;-
ing, and two men at once unloaded
barrels of bread and carried them into
the stable, says the New York Jour-
nal. The bread looked good, and was
.good. There were all sorts and sizes
,of loaves in the barrels—“homemade,”
“rye,” “Vienna,” “pota ’n “graham”
and “cottage.”
. The curiosity of a man who saw
the bread being delivered to the stable
was aroused, and he ventured to ask
the proprietor of the stable what it
meant.
“There’s nothing remarkable about
it,” said the proprietor, with a laugh.
“I simply buy it. for horse feed. We
grind the bread up and mix it with
other feed, and it makes first-class
food for horses. It is stale bread and
costs us 40 cents a barrel, and there
are 50 or 60 loaves to the barrel; so
you see it comes pretty cheap. Some
of the bread is only a day old, and is
good enough for any man to eat;
but the bread factories cannot sell it.
What you see here are returned loaves
from the groceries. I’ll bet there it
many a soldier who would like to
have had as good bread in the war.”
A Well Signed Document.
A deed filed in the Cumberland coun-
ty (Me) rrgisirv some time ago bore
48 signatnrvs. including those of the
24* grantors and witnesses, although
the value of tlx property transferred
was only $175. ‘ .
Largest Lemon (trove.
There is a lemon grove of 1.000 acres
in Bani-Diego county. 0.31., and His said
to be the largest in the world. It was
begun in 1390. when 170 acres were
planted, and it hm: been immunity added
Q: until it. he“ . hm! its: ureter-r size.
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ent crn’paIthe piece in home markets, and, in fact, is a; ,weekly visitor‘
which should, be found in every wide-awakeprogressiv 'i'smily,I_ '
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The Satisfactory Answer That Wu
.Given an Inquisitive Stranger
~ It the Zoo.
There are some men in this world
who can answer any question that is
put to them, and sometimes when they
do not really know what they are talk-
ing about they will give answers that
are not at all bad. One of these persons
was once a keeper of the London zoo.
He was pestered to death by the ques-
tions which people asked, but he always
gave an answer. On a recent occasion
a countryman strolled in, and, after:
looking curiously at the camel for a
few moments, he turned to the keeper
and said:
’ “I say, blister, what’s he have a bump
for?” .
“What does he have a bump for?" re-
peated the keeper. '
“Yes. What’s the good of it ?” asked
'the visitor. '
“Why—er—it makes a camel of him,
of course,” replied the keeper after
some hesitation. “People wouldn’t trav-
el miles to-‘ see him if he didn’t have
that hump. Fact is, without it, he
might as well be a cow.”
' The stranger departed very well sat-
lsfied.
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Lu Epoen, a Highly Conservative
Journal, 1- Edited and in Part
Owned by - Nobles-In.
Madrid, the Spanish capital, has one
or two papers which have a fair circula-
ftion, but they cannot compare in im-
portance, as to their influence over their
bwn country’s population, with other
first-class continental, newspapers—'
with the best productions of Austria,
- ussia, or even Italy, says a writer in!
l the Pall Mall Gazette. IIIOf the Spanish
papers probably the Imparcial has the
greatest sale among the people of
Madrid, but the chief paper for in-
fluence among the better classes is La‘
Epoca, which is a conservative journal
3,013 very old repute, having been estab-
‘ lished for over halfa century.
i La Epoca has never supported any
bther party in Spain but the high con-
' servatives. Its present circulation may
be taken as being about 12,000 daily,
and- it is edited by Marquis de Val-
diglesias, who is also one of its pro-
5prietors. It is a four-page journal,-
whose columns are principally given.
over to news from Spanish sources, and
is supply'of foreign matter and doings,
as we know them in this country, is but.
scanty. There is generally a leading
article of importance in its first column,
and the latter half of its fourth page
much in vogue in Spain as elsewhere on‘
the continent; 1‘.
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Recognizing its value to those who desi c all of the news of the
State and Nation, the publisher of the Normans Guerra (your own
favorite home paper) has entered into an alliance with the New York
' Weekly Tribune which enables, him to furnish both papers at the tri-
owes to and
local news-I
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