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Trains leave South Nam-all: as follows:
FOR NEW YORK —’—- Accommodation
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PARKER’S
BY BARD COURTL AND. 1
The place is a summer resort in thei
South The time eleven in the morn-
ing. 1he sun is warm, but a soft!
breeze whispeis fiom the mountains, '
and kisses the hills’ purple quiver.
Cutler a widespread water oak is.
‘stretched a hammock in which re-E ”
2 name.
.~AS yet Lil had 1101; SPOKGH- At last, wild heart beats he gazes at his—-
she Prince .,rParker’s—handsome, strength-
clines a woman. She is beautiful, in.
alabaster, her only color tints red lips f
and tawny hair.
Picsently she gives utterance to a
yawn; one hand, in which she loosely!
holds a book, falls negligently over
the hammock.
Lil Paiker—that is her name-—
tlirovs fiist one ivory arm over her
head then the other. As the tinyI
twins clasp she says,—— ,
“Oh, dear!"
A man. sitting somewhat concealed'
by clumps of flowering [laurel starts
at the mumurous sigh. For the las’gl
three hours he has seemingly been oc-
cupied with a book, but in reality
stealthily regarding the golden tressed
Titania under the spreading tree. He
is swarthy, handsome, well endowed
with physical nerve. There is love
and passion in his glowing eyes, for
Prince Parker has a. volcanic, nature.
He is the recognized proprietor of the
"tinted Venus” in the hammock.
Lil half rises and looks around.
Fhst toward the house, the long piaz.
2a of which is filled with summer
guests. She “generally has a. coterie
su: rounding her immediate throne,
merever it may be, and at this mo-
ment is perplexed at the defection.
For Lil Parker is a. married belle and
wonders that no cavalier is in attend-
ance to restore her fallen volume.
Another look backward; then a start
and quick blush as she subsides on her
air pillow, while the flush drifts even
to her pearly neck.
Thirty minutes elapse. Then Prince
Parker emerges from the crimson
bower, his black eyes glowing like
midnight stars.
“You wanted your book,” he says
rudely. “Why didn’t you ask me to
1est01e it?”
His tones are smothered fire.
“I didn’t,” falters Lil.
“Don’t say you didn’t know I was
here, because you did!”
How. cutting his voice.
“I s’aw you, certainly,” answers Lil.
“I didn’t care to disturb you was what
I intended to say.”
“Wives are not generally so consid-
erate of their husband-s.”
“Prince, are you my husband, real-
ly?”
Lil’s childlike way has scored her,
many a point with men.
“The law gives me that title, I be-
lieve.” ‘
He stands with arms folded over his
broad chest, as if to keep down the.
“Ah! I had forgotten!”
Her voice, silvery and careless,
“Do you want to know the reason?”
he asks stormfully, “why no one was
here to pick up your dropped trifles?
ing guard, and those cold-blooded,
shallow men will think twice before
they thrust their attention on a wife,
in her husband’s presence, even if he'
is only one in law. Yes, I have kept
them from you—two, three hours,”
mockingly. “They are awaiting you,
your admirers, up there; and you will .'
,whirl the night away in their arms.
f‘ God! Why did I bind my life to yours? '
Cold? Arctic poles are warm, Lil, be-
side your heart.”
He speaks in suffocated gasps.
“I echo. ‘Why?’ ” She is stung at
last. “Let us sever these unhallowcd
bond-s, cemented by wounded pride,
which have grown hateful to us both."
Her eyes, wide and strained, gaze.
into his.
“Sever them?” be shouts. “As the
Lord hears me, no! Do you covet the
your plans admirably, but never mine.
III # 'It t
This is the prologue. '
Prince Parker had married Lillie
Blake under very peculiar circum-
stances. Lil was the betrothed of
Chester Reynolds. Prince was the)
afflanced of his cousin, Mattie Wey-i
man. But the course of true love‘
went decidedly wrong, and Reynolds
and Mattie found that to be separated
would be eternal misery. One night
at a ball they solved the problem—-
in other words, ignominiously fled.
Two hours later a note was handed
Prince. In the dainty,~perfumed trav-
esty Mattie implored him not to be
angry. She was a. weakling intellec-
tually, and-awfully‘ afraid of Prince.
Would he please not shoot Chester,
and reconcile matters with papa, et
cetera. As Prince read the satire up-
on woman’s faith a‘sardonic smile dis-
torted his handsome mouth. Ten min-
utes’ reflection,‘ then he crossed the
ball room—it was thinning for the
hour was late—to Miss Blake’s side.
He knew her only by reputation; in-
deed, this was the first time he had
even seen her. '
“Miss Blake," he Whispered in an
odd, suppressed voice, “excuse the lib-
erty, but circumstances are impera-
tive. Will you spare me a few min-
utes?"
Lil stared in surprise. He thought,
“The fellow's a fool to leave such
sweet eyes”. .
She quietly slipped her hand in
Prince’s arm. “How strange!” she
thought. “What can he want?”
Under the star bright skies, away
from the lingering scent of the ball.
'0: 7121’ s crushed roses, by the flicker of
an expiring Chinese lantern, he silent-
ly h..nded her Mattie’s note.
WIFE. )
I-le anticipated- a scene. He did not
know Lil!
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She might endure the scal- )
pal, but she would never betray hen; zled eyes. ,
self. And he admired her for it.
“I hope, Miss Blake,ryou will not be you hated me, Prince!”
offended at a request I am about to
make. You will be startled, I know.
My piide is humiliated. You also are .hers.
proud. Will you marry me? Now?
See, the day is breaking. No one can mad, I think!”
sw ea1 who took the initiative in'
‘Change partners’ if we are silent. Ite —’
I claim:
nothing from you save .to wear my. for on his heart, as he \draws the lock!
is merely an arrangement.
as if the words were impelled,
said wearierdiy,—
“I agree.”
But her words had the ring of a
shattered icicle.
As he almost lifted her to the car-
riage, .he stopped, for the chill of her
hand startled him.
“Are you sure you will not regret?”
he asked hurriedly.
“Quite sure. And you?” r i 1 .
“I am sure.” . ' ”Ni-'1‘],
That was the “Wooing O’t.”
Six months passed, and Prince had,
learned to love with all the passion
of his nature this cold, beautiful stat-
ue who had bound herself to him in a
pique.
When he compared her to others
and saw how she eclipsed them all, his
heart was filled with wild longing, the
lava tide would sweep through his
veins like fire it by chance his hand
fell on hers, They had been strang-
ers—save to the world—since their
fateful marriage. Prince fairly cursed
the men in whose arms Lil circled
night after night. For she knew she
was beautiful, was conscious of her
power, and with the knowledge that
she was safe, indulged, as did others,
in fashion-able follies. Safe? Yes.
For to Lil Parker these men were as
moths that flutter for a night and die.
She rejoiced to meet Chester Rey-
nolds this summer; was glad that of
the old dream not one spark remain-
ed.
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“Aunt Chloe, I’m so weary!”
“Spec you is, honey; you bin in de
sun too much.”
And the old woman brushes away at .1
1
the golden fleece, that, as Lil sits
down, trails on the floor. She is;
dressing for dinner; her arms and;
neck, softened by webby lace, gleam?
whitely through the vail.
A knock, followed by the abrupt
entrance of Prince.
In confusion Lil reaches
shawl.
“You needn’t.” He laughs meaning-
ly.
for a
of the multitude ”
He draws a chair noisily to the win-
dow.
“An apology is due for my intrusion,
but it is necessary that I should be
seen occasionally in my wife’s apart-
ment. Watering-place gossip is scath-
mg.”
He worries his mustache as he re-
gards her, with disheveled tresses,
beautiful as the fairest picture, the
dainty finish billowing even to the
pearly ears.
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He has passed the window again
and again. The ball with its kaleido-
scopic whirl is at its height. In vain
has he looked for the perfect face
that makes his heaven. Lil is not
among the waltzers, neither is she on
the dimmer lit balconies. God!
where is She! The woman who is eat-
ing out his life? An hour. No Lil!
Now raging, tortured, he enters her
room. .It is empty, and has a deserted
look. Two .notes are conspicuous in ‘a
photograph holder. The first, in Lil’s
dainty, perfumed ink, he seizes and
reads:—
“Prince, there is only one‘ course
open to you and me. We must part. We
are wearing each other away. I am,
safe from harm. Chloe goes with me.
You will not care. I give you back
your freedom. “Lil."
“O my God!” he groans. “Where?"
‘ His face is furrowed, as if tempests
of grief have swept it these last min-'
utes.
The other note, folded in a. fantas-
tic, crumbled bow, was written in
crooked, misspelled capitals—Chloe's
company hand—reads thus:—
' “Fur de lub ob de Ark anguls, Mass
Prince, git an engine an purspe. Miss
Lil’s clean ’.stracted Do nothin but
cry an cry. We’s gwine home fur one
day; ater dat we’s boun’ fur de lan ob ,
She mak me .=
Canaan or he debbil.
swar not tu tell; an I only jes writ it.
“Chloe Sweetwines.”
With an oath he thrusts in his pock-
et a tiny, deadly toy. Yes; if he can-
not have her living, he’ll have her
dead. No other man shall drain the
sweetness of those lips. I
* t * II:
Softly with a. night key he enters his
house. Straight to Lil’s room he
stalks. A calm comes over him as he
enters the door.
On her knees before an old cabi:
net, sobbing as if her heart would
break, 13 Lil, in her hand a locket
hugged tightly to her breast. Prince
softly closes the door. With a pas-
sion spent face he kneels behind her—~
he will have the intoxication of her
lips before they face
draws her to him 'savagely.
“This is done. Other then clasp
you in their arms—while I—by the
Lord, I say it’s done! Lil, Lil, why
have you treated me so? Whose face
is it you steal away to mourn over?_
Tell me. I will know. He cannot.
love you as I do, my matchless dar- 7’
ling. Do not be startled! He is safe
-—from me. I go on my last journey
to-nlght. See!” He lays down the
jewelled toy. “I thought to take you
with me, but I can't-L11, for'I love
you so. You chall'be happy; I swear
it. ”
Lil looks at him with startled, ‘dat
“You will be in no fuller dress;
to-night when you whirl in the arms'
,Allday long he hovered around the
’ ent of a dollar. "What, Tom,” said Mr.
4 Crisp, “you have the audacity to come
‘here and ask me for a dollar
eternity—and
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» bars—New York World.
‘hued ivory.
"‘Lov'e "m'e?."she falters. “I thought
“ ‘Hated’ you? Lil!”
His swarthy face almost touches
“aWh t do you mean? Quick! I am
“You must have guessed that—that
Her crimson face trias to find shel-
et from its warm resting place. Vi‘th
ful face, glowing at him from the soft-
“Lil—0h,
flower face
With an ecstatic cry of
Lil!” he kisses her soft
with a half—starved greed.
“‘Piince,” Lil whispers
have loved you almost
quite :5.- while, any vay.
I set really loved Chestei.
Will he ever loose her
clasping arms?
It is hours after. Without the moon
weaves silver arabesques aczoss the'
trees; a mocking-bird trills lzis seduc—
tive song among the myrtles. VVith—
in is echoed the same love song whose
notes, first set to music in the far off
galfdennever to go out of fashion,
but will still be new, even at the end
of time.
HOW WCRRY AFFECTS THE BRAIL‘I.
shyly, “I
since—~u‘ell,
I don’t think
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Philosophical Reasons Given “’herein It
Is Injurious.
Modern science has brought to light
nothing more curiously interesting
than the fact that worry will kill.
More remarkable'still, it has been
able to determine, from recent discov-
eries, just how'worry does kill.
It is believed by many scientists
who have followed most carefully the
growth of the science of brain dis-
eases that scores of the deaths set
down to other‘causes are due to wor-
ry, and that alone. The theory is a
simple one—so simple that any one
can readily understand it. Briefly
put, it amounts to this: Worry in-
jures beyond repair certain cells of
the brain, and the brain being the nu-
tritive center of the body, the other
organs become gradually injured, and
when some diseases of these organs,
or a. combination of them, arises,
death finally ensues.
Thus does worry kill. Insidiously,
like many another disease, it creeps
upon the brain in the form of a sin-
gle, cons-taut, never lost idea, and, as
the dropping of water over a period of
years will wear .a~. groove in a stone,
so does worry gradually, impercepti-
bly, but no less surely, destroy the
brain cells that lead all the rest—that
are, so to speak, the commanding of-
ficers of mental power, health and
motion. ,
W'orry, to make the theory still
stronger, is an irritant at certain
points, which produces little harm if
it comes at intervals or irregularly.
Occasional- worrying of the system
the brain can cope with, but the itera-
tion and reiteration of one idea of a
disquieting sort the cells of the brain
are not proof against. It is as if the
skull were laid bare and the surface
of the brain struck lightly with a
hammer every few seconds, with me-
chanical precision, with never a sign
of let—up or the failure of a stroke.
Just in this way does the annoying
idea, the maddening thought that will
not bedone away with, strike or fall
upon certain nerve cells, never ceas-
ing, and week by week diminishing
the vitality of these delicate organ-
isms that are so minute that they can
only be seen under the microscope.
—Pharmacentical Products.
Speaker Crisp and Old Tom.
The following story is told of the
late Speaker Crisp, of Georgia: It was
election day, and the Republicans had
put up a. strong fight. Prominent in
their ranks was an old darky, Tom. .
polls and in an impromptu procession
carried a transparency. In the even-
ing Mr. Crisp was standing in front
of his hot-e1, when old Tom sidled
bashfully up and requested the pres-
after
working hard against me all day?”
' ment.’ They
“Well, but Massa Chawles, I’ "so known
you eber since you was so high, and:
-I suttiuly do need a dollar bad ”
“Tom," said Mr. CriSp, looking
ly at him, “didn’t you cast your vote
against me to—day?" Tam looked cast
down for a moment. “Das’so, das’so
Massa Crisp,” but brightening up with
an inspiration, “you know it gwine to
count foh you, ennyhow. Please gim-
me dat dollah, Massa. Chawles."
A Barefooted Bridesmaid.
At a very fashionable wedding in
London lately one of the child brides-
maids was barefooted, though robed
in silk. Children in bare feet are now
often seen in summer in wealthy Eng-
lish and Scotch families. Gloves also
for childish hands are omitted except
in winter. On this point the Pall Mall
Gazette recalls the comment of a West
Indian negro soldier when he put on
full uniform for the first time: “Bar-
racks for de feet bad nuff; barracks
for de hands too bad—top bad!”
In Lien of Salary.
' Heavy—By all the gods, sir, unless
me salary'is paid I will not play the-
villain to-night. Not on your life!
Managerj—Very well, then, I’ll play
it myself.
Heavy—For the love of heaven, no!
I have nothing against the audience. —
New York Journal.
Cvcle Salesman—Do you prefer any
'par ticular style of handle-bar?
Gillighanx—I do that. It’s the Oirish
Eki nd I’m a.fther
Cycle Salesman—{Ike Irish kind?
Gilligan—Shuts the cell: handle-
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“FOOT FREI__GHTI\ ‘ .”,
BURDEN CARRiERS OF Mexico BEAR
ENORMOUS LOADS oscoOos.
Without Them Many People in the Cities
, \Vould Sufi‘er for the Necessities—Their
Ancestor in the Same Business for Ten
or lMore Generations Back. 1'.
» Nine of ten‘ people who come back
from a tour. through “old Mexico,” as
our sister Republic is called in the
West to distinguish it from the Ter-
ritory of New Mexico in our oWn
country, are full of wonder at the won-
derful dexterity and stiength of the
bu1 dcr bearers of the old land. In
Paso del Norte—the thriving little
Mexican city across the Rio Grande
from here—the earliest things that at-
‘ tract the attention of visitors from
the States are, first, the men and wo-
men who are hourly seen going at a
dog trot up" and down the narrow
streets with enormous loads of mer-
chaudise on their shoulders, and, sec-I
and, the prison-like closeness with
which every home, from the lo'wliest
plow abode to the aristocratic brie};
residence, is barred and bolted to an?
entrance of inquisitive eyes from the
street.
' The longer one stays in Mexico the
more convinced is he of the fact that
thermodern descendants of Montezuma
are a race of burden bearers. There
'are in Paso del Norte several hundred
men.who daily carry for a mile or two
at a time a load of 250 pounds or more,
and there are a few lusty young Mexi-
cans there who have frequently
brought envy to the hearts of their
associates by carrying packs of ore or
metal weighing over 400 pounds across
the long wooden bridge over the Rio
,Grande to E1 Paso—a distance of over
a. mile. There are a few “who have
carried a load of 150 pounds twenty
miles in a day. These men are the
teamsters, the freighters and the rail-
roads Of old Mexico, and without them
the ubiquitous burro or ass, hundreds
of mining camps and other enter-
prises away up in the mountains all
over the republic would be impossible.
Without them multitudes of people
in the cities would suffer for lack of
the very necessaries of living. The
burden carriers of Mexico are largely
peons, or the half-breed serf class.
They are far from being specimens of
physical beauty. As a'. rule they are
of small stature, thin of legs and arms,
haggard faced (probably from exces-
sive use of the powerful moscal and
tobacco), and prematurely old. But
their necks and chests are full, and
exhibit, when they are carrying a
heavy pack, great muscular develop-
are somewhat stoop-
shouldered from long years at their
work ,and have a. peculiarly intense
and staring expression.
The business of burden herring or
“foot freighting,” as the American
merchants in Mexico call it, to dis-
tinguish themanner of carr 'ing their
freights from that-of mule teams or 1
the railroad, is handed from father to
son. Several “freighters,” in Paso del
Norte exhibit crude Spanish signs on
their mud houses informing the pub-
lic that their ancestors for ten and
some for fourteen generations back
were first-class “cargadores” or‘ bur—
den bearers in the City of Mexico or
Vera Cruz. There is probably no race
outside of Asia that clings so len-
aci-ously to old customs that has so
thorough a. comtempt for modern ways
of civilization as the poor peeple of
Mexico. In the early history of
Mexico, since the occupation by the
Spanish, post-houses were established
on the great roads of the country
about two leagues apart, and regular
couriers were despatched at regular
intervals the mail and com-
merce of the country. -' In the Mexican
National Museum are dozens of pic-
tures of these couriers with their
despatches in the form of hierogly-
phics running over the mountains a’nd
plains, and the legends state that they
wei‘ trained so as to make four or
five leagues an hour, the league in that
land being a little less than 2% miles.
There are scores of mail carriers in
the sparsely settled parts of Mexico
that walk and run over 140 miles
every week. A few cover on foot forty
miles a day six days in the week, and
up and down rough mountain roads at
91 n- i that. They do not seem to know v hat
; fatigue means.
The fact is that item
the Rio Grande river to the stra. ts of
Magellan the peaceable Indian carziei
bears on his back the commerce of the
Spanish-American countries, the load
being held in place by straps across
the forehead or around the breast or
shoulders or by two or more of these
combined—Cor. New York Times. \ ,
.—
NOTES OF INTEREST.
According to the Premier of New
Zealand, a homing pigeon recently
‘ flew from Victoria to New Zealand in
three days. The distance is about-
l,000 miles, and the bird must have
flown without rest at a. speed of about
fifteen miles an hour.
In Paris the treesi on the public
streets are treated with as much at-
tention as are the plants in botanical
gardens. Officials look after their
welfare, and,.as 'a result, the streets
are beautiful and comfortable.
Miss Stella F. Jenkins, of Kansas
City, has been made a minister of the
Friends’ Church of that city. Her
mother, Mrs. Frances C. Jenkins, has
been a minister of. the Church for
forty-five years, and her sister has a -
so occupied a pulpit in Richmond, ind.
There are several new trades in
Paris. You find dog doctors dog dent-
ists, dog barbers and dog dressmake: s
advertised in the ncv. spapers, and they
seem to be well pationized. One
Ameiican woman is said to have spent
$80 for garments to dress a $2dog.
l ’ " .
‘ PHOTOGTAPHS I“ come;
Simple Method of Securing Very Pleasing
Effect.
A recent American invention prom-
ises to make the coloring of photo.
graphs :1 very simple matter, even for
the amateur, and no great artistic tal-
ent is necessary. By the process
known as the “Kalos art,” ordinary
prints may'be made considerably more
attractive at small cost and with no
great expenditure of time.
necessary is a box of “Kalos colors,” a
dish of clean water and a. camel’s-hair
brush and sponge. These colors are
transparent, and the shades and lights
of the photograph show through. Any
desired tints may be secured by mixing
at diluting with water. To color‘Iany
print apply the shades with the brush
and wash the surface of the picture ,
with a wet sponge, so that all super-
fluous color may be removed. This .
prevents running and insures a. more
even distribution of the.colors. Rinse
the brush or the sponge in clean water,
after using each color, sponge the
whole picture after the coloring is fin-
ished. It is better—to make the Colors
; a trifle stronger than is desired in or-
der to allow for a slight fading in the
mounting process. The picture‘should
then be allowed to “dry thoroughly, so
that the colors may become firmly
fixed before mounting. These colored-
prints may be mounted on cards or
transferred to glass, in imitation 01
porcelain paintings. The miniature
may be set in pearl or gold for lockets,
brooches, sleeve buttons. watch charms
Set. This process is warranted to work
on photographs of a gelatinous nature
and gives excellent results on platinum
prints. Collodionfiprints' may be col-
ored by first giving them a gelatinous
surface. This may be done by adding
one-quarter ounce of water to one
ounce of sheet gelatine, and the mix-
ture heated until the gelatine'is thor-
oughly dis-solved; then, with a wide,
soft brush, apply the dissolved gelatinc
to the film side of the print, giving it
a smooth, even surface. Heat it gen-
tly over a lighted lamp until dry.—
Philadelphia Record.
CAR STEALING AS A FINE ART.
Omaha Claims to Have the Most Expert
Borrower.
When that radio of a railroad is lim-
ited only by the number of cars it can
get possession of the means of securing
those cars are overlooked and only the
end is considered. Thus it comes that
in railroad circles it is rather an ban
or than a dishonor to be an expert car
thief. Stealing a freight car is no more
regarded as a. crime in railroad circles
than is stealing a base in baseball
games.
The most successful superintendent
of a. car service is be who can, when his
own supply of cars runs short, reach-
out and steal from other roads enough
cars to meet the demand. To be sure,
the theft is not a. permanent one,
cars are bound to be returned to the
company that owns them some day.
But when several roads are lying in
wait to grab the same string of empty
cars the one that succeeds in capturing
'it makes a borrowing that is pretty
close approach to a. theft. This pro-
cedure, however, is regarded as legiti-
mate railroading under the conditions
now existing in Nebraska, where the
business of a railroad depends prac-
tically altogether on its ability to rush
empty cars to the stations where there
'are thousands of bushels of grain
awaiting shipment.
In this 1espect it is generally con-
ceded that Omaha has the most expert
superintendent of car service in the
business. His 'is a. western railroad,
and a. pretty big one. Just as soon as"
a string of empty cars come across the
big bridge between here and Council
Bluffs they are seized by this smooth
borrower of cars, rushed out on his line
filled with grain and returned here to
.be delivered to the railroad east ‘of the
railroad cannot object very stz enuous- ,
river to whom the cars belong. That
ly since it thereby receives the haul on
the grain fro-m here to Chicago, but it
,may be greatly embarrassed quite often
when it thinks it has twenty or thirty
empty cars in the Omaha yard and
plans to send them west on some other
'line, only to later discover that they
'have been grabbed and hustled out on
the western line that boasts of having
the smoothest car (superintendent in
the United States—Omaha Bee.
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Servants of Olden Times.
Servants were servants away back in
.1566, just as varied, in fact, as the wo-
rman who bossed them, and both were
much as they are in this end of the
century year. Servants were fined in
those days for each trivial offence. A
penny was thought enough to fine :2
servant who left'opcn a door that
should have been closed, and the same
fine did service for missing family
prayers, or leaving ethe beds of th "
house unmade late1 than 8 o clocl: in
the morning. The cook might have a
bean, but she had to pay a fine every
time he came, of 1 penny. If such
rules were enforced now, madam would
find herself without “lady help" in
:short or der.
Five is the great sacred Chinese
number. There are five virtues, fiv:
colors (yellow, white, green, red and
black), five household gods, five plan-
ets (Saturn, Venus, Jupiter, Mars, Mer-
cury), five ranks of nobility, five tastes,
five cardinal points (the middle, east,
west, south and north respectively),
' and five tones.
\ In one consignment, recently. a
leather dealer in Loudon received 6, 90?
b ers of paradise, 360, 000 hi 1:13 of veal-
ous kinds from the East Indies and
400,000 humming birds. In
months another dealer imported 35:3,.
398 birds from the‘Last Indies.
All that is -
asthe .
threat? ’
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Norwalk Chronicler