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TELL ME SO.
If you love me, tell me so,
Wait not till the summer glow
Fades in autumn’s changeful light,
Amber clouds and purple night;
Wait not till the winter hours
Heap with snowdrifts all the flowers,
Till the tide of life runs low—
If you love me, tell me so.
If you love me, tell me so,
While the river’s dreamy flow
Holds the love-enchanted hours,
Steeped in music, crowned with flowers;
Ere the summer’s vibrant days
Vanish in the opal haze;
Ere is hushed the music flow—
If you love me, tell me so.
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If you love me, tell me so,
Let me hear the sweet words low!
Let me now, while life is fair,
Feel your kisses on my hair;
While in womanhood’s first bloom,
Ere shall come dark days of gloom,
In the first fresh dawning glow—
If you love me, tell me so.
-—Lilian Whiting, in Atlanta Constitu-
tion.
A SUBURBAN MYSTERY.
The purpose of this story is to clear
11p a. suburban mystery and provide the
last chapter which is to set at rest all
speculation.
For more than two years the resi-
dents of Morton’s Grove have been
guessing at the cause of the tracks,
and if they have not guessed correctly
it is no discredit to them.
It was two years ago this last Febru-
ary, and on a. certain evening toward
the end of the month that amoi'st snow
of big, lazy flakes began to fall upon the
suburb of Morton’s Grove.
There was hardly a breath of wind,
and the snow sifted itself evenly and
clung wherever it touched.
There were but few trees in Morton’s
Grove. In the christening of the sub-
urb the real estate Napoleon had an-
:icipated that period when all the shrubs
and switches would have their growth.
Therefore the snow did not lose itself
in tangled boughs, but settled peace—
fully on broad levels of lawn and steep
pitches of roof. Except where a wall
or fence stood bolt upright there was
an unbroken mantle of white. Even
every pick-ct wore a plume and every
fence-board a ruff.
The snowfall eased at 11 o’clock, and
by that time Morton’s Grove. was at-
most hushed for the night. The big
wooden houses stood spaciously apart
and were darker and more fantastic
than ever against the white. One by
one the windows winked themselves to
darkness, and several hundred nice peo -
ple slept, not realizing that a mystery
was upon them.
If reports be true, the second Miss
Eat-on was the first to see the foot—
prints.
She arose very early in the morning
to reassure herself that the geraniums
were far enough remov ed from the win-
dow and still not too near the base-
burner. She walked to the window and
looked .across the snow at the dull,
sealed'houses across ,the way'and the
wiry bushes frozen in the front yard.
It was the gray of the dawn, and the
shapes outside were not distinct, but
when her eyes fell to the foreground she
saw enough. First she stared in puzzled
surprise, and then she moaned and ran
to the stove to warm herself, still gaz-
ing at the window.
No wonder, indeed. This is what she
had seen:
Huge footprints, marking the course
of 1a man, undoubtedly, who had come
from the street- to the very window
at which she had been standing. That
was not the worst of it. The footprints
led from the street to the window. but
there were no footprints from the win—
dow to the street.
What did that mean?
It meant that the man had come to
. the window but had not gone away.
He had come through the window into
the house! He was in the house at that
moment!
There was a pit-a-pat of slippered
feet on the stairway, and the second
Miss Eaton gave a gasp and discon-
nected account of her discovery to the
first Miss Eaton, who was still in bed.
The first Miss Eaton couldn’t under-
stand what was meant, but she became
convulsed with fright, merely through
sympathy.
Christine, the Swedish girl employed
as a man-of-all-work for the maiden la—
dies, heard the noise and came to the
rescue. She valorously clad herself
and went. through the house from end
to end, lifting every coverlet behind
which man or boy might have concealed
himself.
There was no man in the house and
the-re was no sign that any man had
been there d uring the night. although
Miss Eaton discovered, to her horror,
that the snow on the window sill had
been disturbed as if by a. man crawling
in at the window
“What large t1 uclas,” shivered the first
v'Miss Eaton as siresurvcyed the hideous
trail across the. front yard. “Oh! ”
The tracks were rather large for a
fact. A foot. that measures 18 inches
from heel to toe goes above any k11own
average and is supposed to belong only
in burlesque literature.
Isut these were real tracks.
The Eaton sisters, or the “Eaton
girls” as they were still termed, out of
compliment, stood together at the win-
dow after breakfast. They saw Mr.
Zallard Johnson, who lived in the first
house to the east, come along the side-
walk.
Occasionally he stopped and shook his
head, and then he walked on wit-11 his
eyes fixed on the snow-covered ground.
The Eaton girls rushed to the door and
the first Miss Eaton shouted: “Oh, Mr.
Johnson, have you seen those tracks,
too 9”
He turned, apparently somewhat con-
fused, and replied: “Have I? Why,
those tracks lead up to my front win-
dow. I thoughtat first some one had
got into the house.
man with feet as big as these tracks ‘2”
“No, but they’re real tracks. What I
can’t understand is how the man ever
got away again after walking 11p to our
window. My, I’m so scared.”
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Did you ever see a .
T 1111 ‘11 VEN 1N c.
“Well, I’ m going to fol low these
tracks and see w here they go to.”
The first Miss Eaton closed the d
and Mr. Johnson continued to follow the
trail, leaning forward like an alert In-
dian scout.
Mr. Johnson had not proceeded far
before he met Mr. Morton, who disco“-
ered the suburb before the first house
was built.
“Are vou looking at these tracks. ‘3'“ 1n-
“Yes. Have y ou noticed them?”
“They beat anything I ever saw. I
traced them up the street from my
house a little distance, and all at once
you.”
They followed the big footprints
around into Baldwin street and thence
over a. block to the north, and then sud-
denly the trail ended at a. place where
the snow had been kicked about as if
men had scufiied there.
“This is where it started,” said J ohn-
son. “Now, let’ s see how far we can fol-
low it the other way.”
They w cut back alongBaldwin street
to where the tracks led over to Morton’s
house, the same as they had at the
Eaton and Johnson places, but strange
to say, the trail divided, one set of
tracks leading over to Morton’s house,
the other continuing south on Baldwin
street.
At Chester avenue the trail turned
toward the Eaton house and continued
to the east, although there was a. side
trail leading over to the Eaton house
and another to Mr. Johnson’s front win-
dow.
The two men followed the main line.
From Clhester avenue it turned into
Miller street and came to an abrupt
end near the Methodist church. There
were other tracks of ordinary size to be
seen, but at the point where the .trail
'ended the man with the giant feet Had
evidently gone up into the air. The
snow w as badly kicked about. Perhaps
there had been another struggle.
“According to the size of his feet,”
observed Mr. Morton, thoughtfully,
“that man should have been 14 feet high.
What do you t‘hinkof it‘?”
“I simply give it up,” said Mr. John-
son. “I never in all my life ran across
anything like it. These are real tracks.
You can see the marks of the nails and
the print of the heel. But they begin
nowhere and end nowhere. Here’s a
single trail and suddenly it splits into
two trails going in different directions.
One'set of tracks goes right up to a
window, and yet there’s nothing to
show that the man turned around and
came back. He didn't go in the window,
though. Now what the—”
“Don’t ask me,” said Mr. Morton.
At the station that morning the men
talked of the strange tracks and not
one could explain them except by bring-
ing in '1 supernatural agent. And they
never did find out.
And now for the solution of this story
of mystery.
Bertrand Thompson, one of the
livelier spirits of the quiet suburb, had
been to town on the evening-"of the
snowfall. At a small free-an d-easy club
which he often visited he had become
acquainted. with a. well—known min-
strel performer. . The. minstrel gave
Thompson a pair of huge shoes such as
are often worn in burlesque pieces. He
had promised them to Thompson long
before and on this evening he brought
them to the club.
Thempson reached Morton’s Grove
on the last night train. He started for
home, the shoes wrapped up under his
arm.
The snowfall had ceased and it was
a clear night. He had taken a few
drinks and was in an imaginative and
creative state of mind. He saw the
unmarked snow and it- occurred to him
that. it might surprise people in the
morning if they saw tracks 18 inches
long.
He leaned against a fence and
changed his shoes after some difiiculty
and then marched homeward.
When he came in front of Morton’s
house a. brilliant idea came to him. He
walked over to the front window of the
house and then with extreme caution
backed his way out to the street again,
taking care to put the big shoes back
in the footprints already made.
Then he took up his homeward jour-
ney again, but he thought of the Eaton
girls, so he favored them with a. special
set of footprints, and afterward did as
much for Mr. Johnson, whom he dis—
liked very much.
When he reached the Methodist
church corner he realized that he might
be tracked to his home, so he changed
shoes again, with a. great deal of hop-
ping around in the snow to keep from
losing his balance while he. was stand-
ing on one foot.
\\ hen he learned how successful his
experiment- had been he kept qu1et and
allowed the tale of the monster foot-
prints to become a suburban classic..—
Chicago Record.
THE UNDER EARTH.
Man’s Dependence Upon Products Be-
neath the Surface.
So slow was the advance in the util-
ization of the earth’s products that
when our ancestors first came to this
country there were not more than about
20 substances other than building
stones or gems which were won to com-
merce from the under earth. These
were scantily used; the amount of iron
required per capita. each year probably
did not exceed five pounds, and the
amount of coal consumed was even
less. At present the annual consump-
tion of iron in this country amounts
to about 250 pounds, and of coal to more
than 11/. tons per head. The num-
ber of earth materials and their im-
mediate products which enter into
the arts is to be reckoned by the hun-
dreds; each year the n1'1mber augments
with surprising rapidity. Measured by
the depths, the civilized man to-day. as
compared with his ancestors in the
time of Queen Elizabeth, has increased
his dependence ,on the under earth
by not less than 50 fold—Prof. N. S.
Shaler, Sc. D., in Chautauquan.
quired Morton. .-
they stopped. Come on and I’ll show .
:right side and
, “heart” was hurting her. Dr. Hubbell
the quantity of the materials won from'
Persons Whose Hearts Move About
in Their Bodies.
\
Some Queer Cases That Have Come Under
the Observation of Physicians—
Nature’s Strange Com-
pensations.
The human heart has been up to some
queer freaks of late in various parts of
the United States. Indiana leads, as
she usually does, in the matter of
freaks. In the town of Anderson in
that lively commonwealth, lives one
John Reville, an enterprising and hard-
working baker. It was Reville’ s good
or bad fortune, as he looks at it, to woo
and win Mary Hastings, esteemed by
many of the youths of Indiana. When
the engagement of the baker to Mary
was announced there was much anger
among the girl’s less favored suitors.
Henry Jameson, who had felt certain
of Mary’s affections, did not content
himself with mere words. He lay in
wait for Reville on the night of J anu-
ary 30, and when the happy lover left
the house of his fiancee Jameson rushed
on him and, pressing a pistol to Re-
ville’s heart, pulled the trigger. That
would have been the end of Reville had
he been like other people. But it had
happened during a recent illness his
heart had shifted from the left to the
right side, sot-hat the bullet that was to
have ended his life sped harmlessly be-
tween his seventh and eighth ribs, and
to-day he is about again almost as well
as ever, and preparing for the wedding.
As for Jameson, he is in jail, thanking
his stars, now that his jealousy has
cooled down, that nature helped him to
escape the gallows.
Almost as queer is the case of Marion
Elmore, of Chicago. Marion is a young
woman of 19, and is employed as.- a
saleswoman in a. dry goods store. Er)
one ever suspected that there was any—
thing wrong._ with her heart until the
other day, when she underwent an ex-
amination by the medical examiner of
a life insurance company. The med—
ical man foundthat Marion had been
born with a proper enough heart, but
it had gradually worked its way over
from the left to the right side, being lo—
cated now close to the ribs, in the place
where the liver ought to be.
Miss Hattie Benedict. has a heart that:
for months» past has been in a- stute of
transit, mOving from its normal posi-
tion toward the right side and up and
down and then back again. Miss Ben-
edict lives in Marengo, “Taryne county,
this state. Four months ago she fell
into a trance that lasted until a few
days ago, when she practically regained
consciousness- Dr. William Hubbell,
who had her in charge, said the first
w ords she uttered w ere:
“I am alive. Please do not bury mc. ”
Then she passed her hand to her
declared , that hei
made an examination and found that
the heart had shifted fully four inches
to- the right and two inches upward.
The doctor was by no means surprised,
as the heart had been guilty of similar
eccentricity three times during the
trance condition. Each time the organ
went back to its old position, and Dr.
Hubbell declares there is no danger to
be apprehended. He can give no reason
for the strange phenomenon.
Elmer Harris’ heart began to change
two years ago. Harris lives in Minne-
apolis, and the doctors there have been
keeping close watch on him. They say
that every three months Harris’ heart
has moved half an inch with absolute
regularity in a. diagonal line toward the
lower right side of the body. The move-'
ment seems to take place in jumps that
occur toward the end of every third
month. When the migration is going
to stop is a problem that is filling the
unfortunate owner of the. heart wit-h
much uneasiness. His general health
doesnot seem to have been affected, and
he says he feels no pain. He never
knows that his heart has shifted until
the doctors tell him so after each move.
Here in New York city Dr. Cyrus Ed-
son has a queer case in one of the pa-
tients whom he has treated for con-
sumption with his famous remedy.
The patient had lost one lung, the
right, before he came to Dr. Edson, and
had. been given up as a hopeless
case by a. half dozen physicians. Dr.
lidson himself had but little hope of ef-
fecting a cure, as the left lung had been
attacked. But he gave the patient the
usual hypodermic injections, and to
everyone’s surprise the man recovered.
To—day he is apparently as well as
ever he was, though he has but one
lung. But a strange. thing has hap-
pened. In accordancewith' nature’s
usual law of compensation by which
one organ that has to perform the
functions of two is correspondingly
strengthened, the patient’s remaining
lung has been very much enlarged. So
great has this enlargement become
that the heart has been displaced, and
now beats about the middle of the
man’s body.-—N. Y.‘ Journal.
Railroad Repartec.
A very smart young man wishing to
supply amusement for a group of young
ladies that accompanied him, accosted
the conductor of a railroad train as
follows:
“My dear conductor,
you call an up train?”
“Why, a. train that blows up,
plodes, goes to smash— anything of tl1.1 0
sort.”
“ 1h, yes, to be sure. And—er—what
do you call a. down train?” '
“Down train?—why, that’s a. train
that goes down an embankment, or
through a. trestle-work; has some sort
of a fall, you know.”
The young ladies were laughing
heartily at these answers, which em-
barrassed the young man, and desper-
atcly pointing to the train they were
about to boa.,rd he asked. “And where
might this train be going?”
“Oh, ” replied the conductor, “we
whot—er—do
‘ never agree to answer those questions
beforehand.”—I-Iarucr's Round Table.
G A Z ETT E -
FRISKY ORGANs. ' 1 l
:to believe that he
‘ the story an ananiasism. Of course,
EX- '
OVER-WEIGHT BAGGAGE.
Reason Why the Man Refused to Pay ‘
. Extra Charges.
The following incident occurred at a
railway station near Rochdale, saysthe
Florida Times-Union. A young man
was standing beside some luggage
waiting for a, train, when a. porter Came
up to him and said:
“Sir, that luggage is over-we1ght.”
“Who says it is?” asked the man, who
stammered badly.
“Well, I think it is,” answered the-
porter, “but we will weigh it.”
During the conversation a. crowd had
collected round them, and another por-
ter came up and asked what was the
matter. The man stammered out:
“F-——irst he says it is over-weight;
then he—says he th—inks it is over-
Weight, and th—en he says he will
weigh it.”
The porters then took hold of the
luggage and carried it to the office and
weighed it.
“It' 1s over-weight, and you have got
fifty cents to pay,” said porter N01.
“Sh—an’t pay it,” the man said.
“Well, if you won’t pay it, we shall
fetch the station master,” said the por-
ter.
“Fetch wh-o you like; sh—an’t pay
it,” again stammered the man.
The statiOn master was duly fetched,
and on arriving asked what the bother
was about, when the man again said:
“F—irst he says it is over-weight, and
then he th—-inks it’s over-weight, and
then he weighs it, and says it’s over-
weight and I have fifty cents to pay. ,
Sh—an’t pay. ”
“Well,” said the station master, in a.
rage, “why won’t you pay it?”
“Because it is not ,my luggage,”
sweredlthc man, and walked off.
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LAKE OF BOILING: LAVA.
Onto of the Natural' Curiosities on the
Isl'and of Hawaii.
Manna Loa‘, the gigantic Hawaiian
volcano, has two craters. or openings,
one of which,.Kilauea, is. the largest ac-
tive volcanic crater in. the world. The
mountain is fourteen thousand one
hundred feet high, and Kilauea is situ-
ated on the eastern side, about four
thousand feet above the: level: of the
sea. This marvelous crater, says the
St. Louis chubiic;.is really a. vast. lake
of boiling lava which rises and fall's
continually by the action of subterra-
nean fires. In teasing to and frolliko- a
troubled sea‘zof molten metal, the: lava
is dashed against the cliffs and hardens
there in the form of long, glassy file;-
ments, gigantic knobs, miniature
treesrand in imitatibn of glass, leaves,
etc. Another form‘- of glassy: filament
to be: found along-the shores. of this.
fiery lake is in. the shape: of queer'
bunches and tufts. of. lava. madb up. of? .
an aggregation of;
which the natives call “Pele"s bah,”
Pele being the goddess to wh cm the
mountain is dedicated. These glassy
vitreous. threads _
threads appear to be caused. by the ,
passage of. steam through the molten 4
lava. In so doing small particles in.
the shape‘ of bubbleelike balloons are
thrown into the ~air,.. leaving a tail be—
hind like a comet. When the scene of
these miniature steam eruptions is near
a rock or the shore, all solid and cool
surfaces are found covered with
bunches of “Pcle’ 5 hair.” This “hair”
was formerly used' 111 mystic native cer-- ;
and of late years has been. :
emonies,
gathered in large quantities by curiosity; :
seekers.
WATER M ELEM STORIES..
They Are Beating Fish Yarns Out; oi
. We W1 1 store them free of charge during the
. .. .. ' summer months.
The fish-story Ana'mas isnot sustain— :
ffients.’ Clothes cleaned and Dyed
Sight and the End Is Not yet.
ing his reputation this summer, and
the watermelon Ananias is rapidly
pushing him from his well~earned and? :
long-held position, saysthc Boston Her-
ald. Accounts. of incredible: melons.
rush in restless. wavesfrom the south,
while the season hasnot brought forth.
a. solitary stony'of a wonderful. catch of:
fish and that ton—pound brook trout.
has not as much as; shown hisnose up.
to date. A. gentleman of the name of
F. M- Caffey,. of Haynesville,.howndes.
county,‘ Ala., has come to the‘ front as.
the hero of.'thc champion- melon novel'-
ette. It is stated that he pulled a wa-
termelbn from his patch during the
session of the Baptist association at
Haynesville, which tipped the beam at
seventy-three pounds- It is said to
have been-cut and set. before twenty-
eight delegates and visitors to the- asso-
ciation, and that after their appetite
had been fully gratified the report is
that there was enough left for a half-
dozen more melon mun-chers- As: Mr.
Caffey’s, portrait does not accompany
the account of" the melon in the local
newspaper, there is every reason
is a. myth; and
this melon will be cast into the
shade by a melon of still greater size,
and there is a strong likelihood that
the business will not stop before a one-
hundred-pound production comes to .
the front. The Georgia gooseberry that
weighed fourteen and three-fourths
ounces knocks this Caffey melon sky-
high. in point of daring invention.
Something About» Moonshine.
The astronomer royal for Scotland
states that when the moon is half full
its brilliancy is not nearly one-half as
great as when it is quite full. He at-
tributes the brightness of the full moon
and the lack of brightness in the half
moon to the variations in the reflected
sunshine which are due to the rugged-
ness of the moon’s surface. The high
peaks and immense chasms on the
moon’s surface are constantly at cross
purpose in their mode of reflecting
light. The bright streaks which the
telescope proves to emanate from cra-
ters and chasms are largely invisible
under cross light, but are brilfiantly
illuminated when the sun shines full
upon them.
Breaches of Etiquette in China.
It is a gross breach of etiquette for a.
Chinaman to Wear eyeglasses or specta-
cles in company, and it is equally im—
polite to enter a room with the hat off.
A gentleman from the celestial king-
dom always remains covered to show
, his respect.
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Opened his Boxing
w..-
13 L. Bovsa,
:which prevents goods from
ub your poor, tiredfeet
with
iSalva—ce *
; (mas-MARK). a
It takes all the aching
out of sore or tender feet,
instantly. Strained or
over-worked muscles, ‘
chafings, or any soreness '
or . st 1 ffn e ss—-they're all
relieved in the same quick
way.
E It’s the best remedy for,
Spralm, Piles,
Rheumatism, - Gatarrh,
laurelgla, Sm Throat,
Bums, Bolts,
Bruises, Skin Disease
Two sizes, 25 and so cents.
At druggists, or by mail.
Tn 81111111121111.“ Co., 274 CANAL 51.. N. U.
OPENED.
l’rol. Georg? Yoergel‘ has
School
for the water.
Private instrm stops at the
5 pupils home it'desircd.
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c: .111se. 12 lessons,
ufil'ORATED SEPT. 1, ”1711.
na‘l'l‘AL, :— - - - - 3 5100.000
mu: M . H ULM'ES. President:
. 1E. auras, Vice'President.
W1LLIAMA. (Imus. Cashier}
DIRECTORS :
onus M. HOLMES,
LI. CUNNINGHAM,
H. E. DANN. , x
J. T. Pnowrr'r
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clscount Bay, Salutat-
DYEING Mill JLEIHING.
We are sole owners in this country of a new
substance, made in Europe,t01 diy cleaning.
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brings out the c0101 luvs clean and bright.
We guarantee our new black dye not to
crock on all wool 01 silk.
Curtains and Blankets laundered by hand,
and wiIhout the use of injurious vibem cals.
AT SHORT NOTICE.
j Gents’Suits Spaagsd 81 PressedJSs
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Broad Riven, Norwalk.
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the Market of E. J.
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purchased
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restceked the same
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Vegetables and Can‘
ned gcods, and so?
lieit a shafre of I your
patronage.
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21. Wall Street.
THE ANDREW .1.
011111 Homestead
AT AUCTION.
The subscriber, executor of the will of An-
drew- J. Lrofut, tdeceased. pursuant to author-
ity given by said will, w: 11 offer for sale at
public auction to the highest bidder, on Wed-
nesday. April 22, 1896, at 2 o‘clock, P. at. (unless
I reviously disposed of at private sale), the
valuable real ’estate known as the homestead
1 wned and occupied by andrew J. Crofut at
the time of his decease. Said real estate con-
sists of a tract of land about 137 feet in front
on West avenue. in the city of South Norwalk.
Conn. and at out 214 feet in depth. witha
large modern built dwelling house. With all
conveniences. containing 15 rOOms.
Also a fine barn on a spur of land adjoining
andirontina on aside street. The ropertv
is within five minutes walk 01' the c arches,
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near the schools, and one quarter of amile -.
f1 om the South Norwalk railway station.
Sale to take place on the premises. Terms
and conditions made known at time of sale.
Dated at Sothh’ Cl‘looBrvvalk April 11. 1896.
1113-811 , M.I1AYTON. Executor
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WILLIAM s. KEMP,
Carpenter -:- and -:- Builder,=~e.
34 West Main St... Norwalk.
Mr Eemp hastbeen a carpenter and builder-
in Norvmla for
own‘ rs of buildings erected under his super- .
vision as to 11 01 kmans {p
the past 25 years . and refers tot-
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