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Worn out, nervous women, receive
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got them. I was treated by the best physi-
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lhelp me. I seemed to be growing worse
instead of better. I would often seem
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TRANSFORMATION.
Dark, heavy clouds above;
A leaden sea below;
.And where thou art. 0 love,
I may not. go.
I look on land and sea;
1 deem all things as grey;
Life holds no light for me—
Thou art away.
Above, the dull, dark cloud;
Below, :3. leaden tide;
O weave a heavy shroud,
For hope hath died!
Behold, the sleeping tide
Stirs ’neath a sudden wind:
The clouds are scattered wide,
And show, behind. ‘
The blue of heaven: the earth
Is gladdened by the sun:
Now joy hath sudden birth,
New hopes are won.
And I, too, can rejoice:
My heart leaps with the tide:
I see thee, hear thy voice:
0 love, abide!
—Gerald Meyriek, in St. Paul's.
A DAY OF MARTYRDOMJ
The colonel and the young reporter
were sipping their respective portions
of a. cold bottle of beer and listening
to the whir of an electric fan the other
night when the colonel grew reminis-
cent.
“Away before the war,” remarked
the colonel, musingly, “when I was
just sprouting my first whisker—.8.
spindle-shanked, truant-playing prod-
uct of the efi’ete east—~my father sent
me out into southwest Missouri to get
braced up. I 'don’t know what was
the matter with me, but I was all run
down, and my father was convinced
that a. season on the Missouri farm of
my uncle would prove beneficial alike
to my mind and body. I might say be‘
fore going further that it did.
“I bade my mother a sorrowful
good-by, away back in New York city,
and in due course of time I landed on
the farm of my uncle. It was a reve-
lation. The verdure-clad hills, the
breezes smelling spicy and sweet, the
cold water from the well, wholesome
food in large quantities, horses to ride
and alovely pool to go swimming in
made a. new boy of me in a week.
Barring the fact that I was compelled
to retire with the rest of the family at
nine o’clock at night and get up at an
hour in the morning when the dew on
the grass felt to my bare feet like ice
water, that farm was heaven. It was
two heavens when I got acquainted
with Melvina Drake.
“Melvina. Drake was about the four-
teenth child of a farmer living about
two miles nearer town than my uncle.
Her father, Solomon Drake, was the
poorest man in the county. He was
poorer than watered buttermilk, but
the nicest, mildest-mannered old man
you ever saw. . His wife was a skinny,
sallow, forsaken-looking, over~worked
woman, with no pleasure in store for her
but death. Both were hard-working
but honest, but they had some kind of
a hoodoo on them. They were old res-
identers in that part of the country,
and their ancestors had been there be-
fore them, but as far back as the mem-
. ory of man could extend the Drakes
had always been poor—as my uncle
said—‘pore as shucks.’ About all the
Drakes seemed fitted for was increas-
ing the population and getting hold.ot‘
horses that couldn’t draw anything but,
flies. -- n-ww {1.1, -..1.
"As I was saying, Melvina was about
the fourteenth of the Drake brood, and
she was a dream. I guess she was
about sixteen years, big and sweet and
healthy. Her checks were as rosy and
clear as a Missouri apple, and her eyes
were big and blue. And she was so
doggone innocent that I hope Imay
die if it didn’t use to embarrass me like
thunder.
“Consequence was I got ‘mashed’ on
Melvina; hard ‘mashed.’ I don’t be-
lieve a stronger case of calf love ever
developed in this whole state of Mis-
souri. If I saw one of my cousins or
any other boy talking to her I would
go to some secluded spot and cry and
butt my soft noddle against a tree. At
night I used to lay awake and dream
myself a. hero. I used to imagine Mel-
vina tearing down the road on a fiery
steed with certain death staring her in
the face, and me coming up unexpect-
edly, stopping the horse and rescuing
her, sustaining in the operation a.
broken leg and sundry other bruises.
Then I’d imagine Melvina nursing me
back to life and finally marrying me.
My head was full of such stuff.
“One day, along in June, there came
out our way a wagon loaded with cir-
cus bills, paste pots and bill stickers,
and they slathered the country side
with signs announcing that the great
Egypto-Africano circus and menageries
was to show in town on the Fourth of
July. When I left home my father
gave me ten dollars, and I had most of
it left. I made up my mind that I
would take Melvina to the circus, and
directly my dreams at night took the
form of a. monster lion rushing at her
with open mouth, and me engaging
the lion just as he was about to grab
her, and choked him to death with
one hand.
“The next time I saw Melvina—I
used to see her every day; in fact, I
came pretty near being with her all
the time—I asked her if she’d go to
the circus. I thought she’d faint.
Her eyes opened wide, and so did her
mouth, and astonishment was en-
graved on every line of her counte-
nance. She was so overcome with joy
that she just sat down and cried. I
.sat down, too, and that was the first
time I ever kissed her. Young man,
that kiss is a. sacred memory with me.
I have experienced a good many sensa-
tions in my time, but the sensation of
kissing a. handsome, buxom Southwest
Missouri girl right square on the soft,
sweet lips, while the tears from her
heavenly eyes are running down and
making pearly drops on your budding
mustache, is something better than all
of them put together. And when, like
Melvina. she puts her brown, bare
arms around your neck and kisses
back—one of those long, clinging
kisses that Ella \‘i eeler Wilcox writes
about—words are superfluous. But I
have often wondered, since I have be-
come callzuse'l and. cynical,
where
l Melvina learned to kiss. She was a
revelation to me. ‘ '
“Finally the glorious Fourth came
around and I got ready for the circus.
I might explain here that I had
brought a. suit of store clothes and a
pair of shoes from the east with me,
but I had never worn the clothes on
the farm and seldom wore the shoes.
Everybody down in that section went
barefooted, boys and men, and I did as
the Romans did. This Fourth of July
morningl put on a. ‘biled shirt,’ my
‘store clothes,’ my shoes and socks,
and I brushed and cleaned myself un-
til I was positively uncomfortable.
After breakfast, followed by the good-
natured but cutting ‘joshing’ of my
relatives, I started down the road to
meet Melvina. I had arranged with
her to walk to town, figuring on the
walk back in the moonlight, when we
could ‘hold hands’ as We strolled along
the road and slobber over each other.
My uncle wanted us to go in the
wagon with him and his family, but I
was too wise.
“It was two miles to the Drake
cabin, and four miles to town. 1 was
to meet Melvina at the turn in the
road just below her father’s house.
The sun was about two hours high
and east long shadows on the ground
as .I trudged along to the trysting
place. . - .
“I remember I took out my Barlow
and cut a stout stick from a hedge
along the roadside, in anticipation of
a. possible brush with the lion. The
air was heavy with the sweet smell of
orchards, ripening grain and new-
mown hay, and I was the happiest
youth in Missouri. I made up my mind
I was going to spend every cent I pos-
sbssed on Mclvina.
“Directly I came to where she was.
She had on a dress that couldn’t have
cost more than a. quarter, but she
looked like a queen in it, although, I
must confess, it fit her like it was cut
out with a. pair of skates. A wide-
brimmed hat sat jauntily on her brown
curls, and her face looked like a. ripe
peach to a hungry man. I noticed she
.had no shoes on,— but that cut no ice
with me, for she had as pretty to foot
and ankle as anybody would want to
look at. _
“I had calculated on making a hit
with Melvina with my store clothes.
and I did. I paralyzed her. She just
stOod and looked at me while wave
after wave of hot blushes chased up
her white neck and congregated in her
face. I stood simpering like a. prize
idiot. She began to cry, and wouldn’t
tell me what was the matter with her,
and l, wise in the ignorance of youth,
didn’t know that, like all women, she
was proud, and ashamed to be seen
with me, because of the splendor of
my raiment. I jollied her along, told
her how nice and sweet she looked,
swore she would be the belle of the
circus, and was generally so lavish in
my praise of her that she consented,
finally, to go with me if I’d let her go
home and fix up a bit. StillIdidn’t
know what was the matter, but I let
her go. -
“I laid down in the shade of a. tree
on the grass to wait for her. The sun
climbed higher and. wagons loaded
with country people rattled by on the
way to the circus. I had just figured
out that we would miss the parade and
grand free exhibition outside the big
tent if Melvina didn’t hurry when she
hove‘ in view. I looked at her a second
and then jumped in the air so sudden-
ly I jarred myself. If my raiment had
paralyzed Melvina she got even all
right. She had placed a. cheap ribbon
around her neck and spoiled the beauty
of ‘it, and had covered her pretty feet
with a pair of shapeless, hard, heavy,
cowhide shoes. Between the tops of
her shoes and the bottom of her dress
appeared occasional glimpses of a pair
of stockings of the variety known as
barber pole. They were striped red
and yellow and the stripes were wide.
But she had something else on that
knocked me speechless. "
“Years and years had this crowning
feature of Melvina’s attire been in the
Drake family. It was an heirloom, I
guess, and the only piece of finery the
family possessed. Melvina, blushing
and simpering —— hardly knowing
whether I would sufficiently admire it
or not—was wearing it, regulation
fashion. It was an old-fashioned muff,
of some heavy black fur and as big as
a bass drum.
“Perspiration broke out of every
pore, in my body. The idea. of me,
togged out in ‘store clothes’ and look-
ing like a dude, going to a circus on
the Fourth of July with a girl carrying
a muff that must have weighed eight
pounds and would have warmed an ice
house, was maddening. But Melvina
looked so thoroughly self-satisfied that
I hadn’t the heart to tell her that the
sweet simplicity of the dress she wore
when she first met me was more be-
coming by far than the big cowhide
boots and the muff. So 1 made the
best of it and let it go.
“1 am an old' man now, but the
memory of the attention I created in
that little country town that day is as
vivid in my mind as is the fact that I
just paid for the last drink. The cir-
cus wasn’t in it. A number of times I
was tempted to run away, miles and
miles, but Melvina was having such a
good time that I looked pleasant and
stood it. She never took her hands out of
that muff all‘ day, only to eat and
drink, and several times she asked'me
to hold it for her while she fixed up
her hair or tied her shoe or some-
thing. One time, while I was holding
the muff, I lost her for a few minutes
in the crowd, and then I endured more
agony until I found her' again than I
did when I got shot through the leg in
the war. We walked home in the
moonlight all right, but we didn’t
‘hold hands,’ partly because Melvina
had her hands in the mufl’ and partly
because I was so dad blamed mad at
her that I could have slapped her.
They made it so hot for me when I got
home to my uncle’s with their remarks
about Melvina’s muff that I started
home the next day. I don’t know what-
ever became of Melvina Drake. but I
do know that I suffered one day, for
her sake, the keenest martyrdom.”—
St. Louis Republic. .
I .‘BATTLE OF GERMS.
How- the Infusorian Attacks and
Devours Its Prey.
Its Singular Method of Multiplying Itself
-—The Wonders of a Drop of Water
as Revealed by a Powerful
Microscope.
To the ordinary mortal, a. drop of
water is what the primrose was ~to
Peter BeIl, a. drop of water and noth-
ing more; but to the student of nature,
armed with a high-power microscope,
it immediately becomes a. world teem-
ing with living creatures, “the most
minute representatives of animal life.
These thoughts were suggested by
reading Prof. Grace’s description of a.
battle he once witnessed while exam-
ining a. collection of rotifers, which
were amassed in a single drop of fresh
water. Among others, Mr. Grace no-
ticed a fine specimen of infusorian,
which was swimming back and forth
among the rotifers, as if intent on mis-
chief. On the following day it was
noticed that the rotifer colony had
lost several of its members, and that
the infusorian’s form had rounded out
until he resembled a. miniature St.
Louis bartender. Mr. Grace now re-
solved to watch the infusorian’s move~
ments and ascertain. if possible.
the modus operandi whereby the
capture of such expert swimmers as
the rotifers are known to be was ef-
fected. Afew minutes’ 'wait sufficed.
Soon it was noticed that the infusorian
was slowly and continuously working
his way around the foot of a rotifer,
which was resting on the glass slide.
Around and around he went as slyly
as a mouse in an oats bin, and when
he had finished it was noticed that the
rotifer‘s foot was firmly cemented to
the glass. The infusorian, seeming to
know that his victim was secure, be-
gan to goad the tethered creature and
torment it in all the ways that devilish
ingenuity could suggest. He would
jump upon its back and bite it in sev-
eral places with lightning-like rapidi-
ty and then spring off and seize a leg
and pull it almost from its socket. Mr.
Grace says that he watched this une-
qual combat for nearly half an hour,
when it was noticed that the rotifer
was dying from exhaustion. Noting
the death of his victim the infusorian
proceeded to devour his prey as
he doubtless had done the others
that were missing. Mr. Grace next
examined a. small body of water, con-
sisting of four drops. in which there
were several infusorians and rotifers.
The former proved the enemies of the
latter, justas in the single drop pre-
viously examined. It was also noticed
that the infusoria, having devoured as ‘
victim, would almost immediately di
vide- into two or four new animals, eac
of which would quickly swim away
in search of prey, just as its parent
had done before—St. Louis Republic.
‘LEADER OF THE HUNT.
How the Omaha Indians Chose Their
Chief Huntsman. '
The oflice of leader of the hunt was
held in great honor because of its grave
responsibilities, which demanded aman
of high character and recognized abil-
ity. He must be of undoubted valor,
a. good hunter, a. man reverent and
just. The entire tribe was placed un-
der his control, the principal chiefs
acting as counselors, but complying
with his instructions. He directed the
march of the people, and selected their
camping places; he chose and dis-
patched the runners in search of the
buffalo, and organized and directed
the hunt when the game had been
found. If the tribe encountered en-
emies, he was the leader of the war-
I‘lOl‘S, taking his place at the post of
greatest danger, and he was held re-
sponsible for everything that occurred,
from the successful pursuit of the buf-
falo, and the health and welfare of the
people, down to the quarreling of chil-
dren and dogs.
He who desired to fill the office of
leader was required to procure a. buf-
falo-hide from which the hair had been
removed, a crow, a. golden and a. bald-
headed eagle, a shell disk, a. quantity
of sinew for thread, a red-stone pipe
with its flat stem ornamented with
porcupine-quill embroidery, and a. ket-
tle. These he presented to the Hun-
ga-gens, through the keepers of the
two sacred tents, after he had been ap-
pointed to the office by the chiefs. If
there was no candidate for the posi-
tion, the chiefs appointed a man from
a. sub-gens of the In-kae—tha—bae-gens.
—Alice C. Fletcher, in Century.
Will an Indian Work?
Ever since the white man and the
Indian came together in what is now
the United States, the effort has been
made by the white man, in the inter-
vals of his hostilities with the Indians,
to induce the latter to work. “Farmer”
to the Indians is as old an office as In-
dian agent and missionary. Not an
Indian tribe has passed away without
first being supplied with work cattle,
plows, harrows, wagons and so on,
wherewith to prosecute the calling of
farmer. The Indian tradition, com-
mon to many tribes, that the Great
Spirit gave in the beginning to the
white, black and red man whom he
created, respectively, a book. a hoe
and a. bow and arrows, is still be-
lieved. The Indian will be a warrior,
a hunter and a. loafer, but he will not
be a laborer in the “white” sense of
the -word. He will drink the white
man’s drink; he will led’fiji to gamble
with the white man’s cards, but he
will not work with the white man’s
tools. —Kansas City Star.
Expert.
“When I was in India,” said the man
who had traveled, “the native thieves
stole the sheets from under me while I
Slept and I never knew it.” “Yes, and
when I was in the northwest during
the boom,” said the man who will never
admit that America. can be outdone, “I
had to sleep in a room where there were
four real estate agents, and one of them:
stole a porous plaster from my back
Without awakening me.”—Pittsburgh
Dispatch. ,
CLEVELAND SILVER SPOONS.
The Presldent’ghGrandtathcr Made Them
in an Eastern Connecticut Village.
William Cleveland, grandfather of
President {Grover Cleveland, was a sil-
versmith in drowsy Norwich Town,
among the hills of eastern Connecticut,
and a. deacon for more than a. quarter
of a century in the village Congrega-
tional church, says the New York Her-
ald. The house in which he spent his .:
long life is still standing. His shop, a
weather-beaten rookery,‘ was torn down
several years ago. ~
The “deacon” as he is always ad—
dressed, was an expert workman, and
his goods were always in demand. As a.
consequence, the country families
about Norwich Town have Cleveland
silver spoons in abundance, coming
down by inheritance from old-time an-
cestors.
A Norwich Town woman’s legacy of
two of the spoons—exquisitely wrought
specimens of painstaking work—was
recently transmitted to Ruth Cleveland,
and in return a. personal letter of
thanks was received from her distin-
guished father.
President Cleveland’s great-grand-
father, Aaron Cleveland, Was a business
man and politician in Norwich Town in -
post-revolutionary days. He was ac-
tive in speaking and writing, and took
the lead in opposing slavery in Con-
necticut, introducing the first bill for
its abolition, and being dissatisfied
with the gradual emancipation measure
adopted in 1790. Later he became a
Congregational minister.
The old village records of Lebanon,
twelve miles north of Norwich Town,
declare that Mrs. Cleveland is a great-
granddaughter of Mrs. Mary Rogers,
3. Lebanon woman.
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REFLECTED HER PROFESSION.
Her Dress and Hair Betrayed That She
\Vas a. Schoolma’am.
“How unconsciously men and women
take on the atmosphere of their sur-
' roundings and avocations,” remarked a
man recently to a. New York Adver-
tiser reporter. “I can recall an illus-
tration of that fact in an experience I
had some years ago. I had‘. been so long
accustomed to the association of women
school-teachers that I am rarely mis~
taken when I come in contact with one.
A prominent woman teacher from a.
was expected at an,
northern city
5...
educational meeting. I had never seen. '
her, but received a. telegram asking me
to meet her at the train. I was sure I
would be able to identify‘her. I went
through the train, which Was crowded
with passengers. I looked around and
soon found the teacher. She was per-
fectly astonished when I. came up and
said: ‘Is this Miss Blank?’
“ ‘Yes, that is my name,’ she replied,
but how did you know me?’
“I did not explain, but it was easy
enough. At first glance I saw her hair
was short, that she wore eye-glasses
and had on a plain looking sort of gray
cloth dress. Any doubts I might have
had were soon relieved as I noticed
hanging from her watch fob a, small
globe, being a miniature of the earth.
Another earmark was - a small hand
satchel that snapped loudly when
she closed it. I knew I could not be
mistaken, and results showed I cor-
rectly diagnosed the profession of that
woman.”
BADGES OF MATRIMONY.
Worn by All Other Nations, But Tabooed
by American Women.
Americans are the only women in the
world who do not exhibit some sign
of matrimony, says a. writer in the Buf-
falo Express. Of course, those who fol-
low in the wake of European etiquette
would not appear with their daughters .
wearing a hat without strings, but the
universal American woman buys what
she likes, regardless of whether it be
matronly or not, and her daughters will
select articles of dress only suitable to,
married women. '
In no other country is this the case.
Among the Germans the badge of a. ,
married woman consists of a. little cap.
or hood, of which they are very proud,
and “donning the cap” isafeature of"
the wedding day among the peasants of
certain localities.
The married women of Little Russia
are always seen, even in the hottest
weather, with a thick cloth of dark hue
twisted about their heads. In New
Guinea 3. young woman lets her hair
hang about her shoulders, but when
she is married this is cut short. Chinese
women braid their hair like a. helmet.
In \Vadai the wives color their lips by
tattooing them with the thorns of the
acacia and rubbingr them with iron
filings. In parts of Africa. the married
women perforate the outer edges of
their cars and lips and stick rows of
grass stalks in them, and among a. cer-
tain Mongolian tribe of people, the
Manthes, the women wear suspended
from their car a little basket full of
cotton, to which a spindle is attached.
A Hereditary Post Office.
The office of postmaster of Vienna,
the capital of the Austrian empire, was
created by Empress Maria Theresa.
over a hundred years ago, and has re-
mained hereditary and salable—a queer
institution in our time and day, al-
though no queerer than the hereditary
succession of monarchs. The post-
master of Vienna has to furnish all the
vehicles necessary for the service, and
the drivers thereof are in his personal
employ. At present he employs three
hundred and forty drivers, blacksmiths,
etc., and five hundred and thirty horses
are under his whips.
Steering a Parachute.
The aeronaut, Cayazza, claimed re-
cently that his parachute was so con-
structed that he could, to a. cart. in ex-
tent, control his flight through the air,
and to prove his assertion designated
before his last ascension at Paris the
spot where he would effect his descent.
He rose with his balloon to a height of
twelve thousand feet, and actually
came down on the appointed spot, al-
though the wind was not favorable to
his descent. It seems, therefore», that
his steering apparatus works satisfac-
torily. V
vision as to workmanship.
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A n Earache isabout as
painful an ache as
anything that
Salve-cent
(runs-wink) '
has to deal with. But it
stops it immediately. Big
pains—little pains—it
steps all of them. -
Salva-cea is the quickest
to relieve and cure ‘
Piles, . Boils’,
Oatarrli, castings,
Sore Throat, ' Ulcers.
Cattle, Rheumatism,
Sore muscles, Bums.
Two sizes, 25‘ and 50 cents.
At druggists, orhy mail.
5 T'W. : "Amish-:1 n Co., 274‘CANAL 51:, N. Y. '
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OPENED.
Prof. George Yoerger has
opened his Boxing School
for the winter.
Private instructions at the
pupils home if desired.
Full course, 12 lessons,
$10. -
‘ ADDRESS
Prof- George Yoerger.
Norwalk, Conn
or apply at this office.
SENTRAL lillTIflllAli‘ BANK,
740‘ WALL 8T" NOR‘WALKJ
UltPOItA’I‘ED SEPT. 1. 1876.
Arl'l‘AL, :- - - - - 5100.000!
hen M . Honours. President-.1
. .h. Berna, Vice-President.
WiLLIAM A. Cunrrs, Cashier
DIRECTORS :
unun M. HOLMES,
h. CUNNINGHAM,
I: L. Bornn,
H. E. DANN,
J. T. Pnowrr'r
S. H. Honours
J . ConsmsiJn-
ilisoounl Day, Saturdav.
ovuuo urn oLEAquo.‘
We are sole owners in this country of a new
substance, made in Europe, for dry cleaning...
which prevents goods from shrinking and
brings out the colorings clean and bright.
We guarantee our ,new black dye not to
crock on all wool or Sllk.
Curtains and Blankets laundered by hand,.
and Without the use of injurious chemicals.
We Will store them free of charge during the
summer months.
dents’ Clothes Cleaned and Dyed
AT SHORT NOTICE.
' lients’Suits Spenged & PressedJSI.
F. C. TOCQU E,
Broad River, Norwalk..
Hawng purchased
the Market ofE J.
\l'ADHAMS, I have-
t
WADHAMS
HAS
SOLD
OUT-
restceked the same
with Mtats, Fish
Vegetabies and Can-
ned goods, and so-
licit a share of: your
e
patronage.
sGHABLES E. SillllEllBEli..lL
2| Wall Street.
THE ANDREW J.
illilllll Homestead
AT AUCTION.-
The subscriber. executor of the will of An-
drew-J. L rotut. deceased pursuant to author-
ity given by said Will, Will offer for sale at
public aucmpu to the highest bidder. on Wed-
.nvsday. April 22, 1896, at 2 o’clock. r. M. (unless
i rev10usly disposed of at private sale), the
valuable real estate known as the homestead
owned and occupied by ’ ndrew J. Crot'ut at
the time of his decease. Said real estate con-
SISts or a tract of land about 13! feet in front
on West menus. in the city of South Norwalk.
. tonn. and about 214 feet in depth, with a
large modern built dwelling house. With all
Conveniences. containing 15 roOms. . , _
A lso a fine barn on a spur of land adJOImng
and lrontngg on _a side street. The ropertv
1s Within five minutes walk of the c urches,
near the schools. and one quarter pt 8. mile
from the South Norwalk railway Stat 101).
Sate to take place on the premises. Terms
and conditions made known attime of sale.
Dated at South Nurwalk April 11. 1896.
a13—8t JACOB M. LAYTON. Executor
WILLIAM s. KEMP,
Carpenter -:- and -:- Builder,
34; West Main St.. Norwalk.
Mr. Kemp has been a carpenter and builder
in Norwula for the past 25 years and refers to
0Wl1rr3 of buildings erected under his super.
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