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No other newspaper has BO much varied and upeoiol matter for its weekly edition aa THE WOULD, and we (eel that in offering BOTH PAPERS FOR $2 We are giving our enbmribera tbe beet premium we could offer then). Don't delay, but Bend in your subscription at ouoe. Remember, The New York World and The Weekly Sentinel For Only $2 for One ^ ear. THE SENTINEL. Carroll, Iowa. THE CHICAGO TIMES ESTABLISHED 1834. , I fo»vm«HT IMfl.WWVEAUTHOR, I . 8. 12 and 1« Page* Dully. to 48 Pages Sunday. No great daily in the United States is BO closely in touch with the people as THE CHICAGO TIMES. Its policy is progressive, liberal, tolerant. The Times holds that existing social, political and industrial conditions are not founded upon the principle of equal rights to all and special privileges to none. That under existing conditions injustice necessarily is done the mass of the people. The Times has its own convictions as to how these conditions may be amended. While urging its own beliefs strenuously and intelligently it does not dismiss with contempt or without a hearing the advocates of other economic reforms. The Times is fearless in its utterances and unswerving in it* devotion to the great body of the people. The. Times believes in free speech, the free coinage of silver, and radical tariff reform. The Times believes in government control of all natural monopolies, The Times believes in such a tax on land values as shall lighten the burden of the farmer and make the owner of valuable city property pay his just share. The Times believes in the wisdom and good faith of the people. The Times prints all the news from all the world in a manner interesting and instructive to all the people* FOB HAMl'LK COPJGfl, Read the People's Paper. SYNOPSIS. Thomas Wlngfleloi WHS born In England of un English fattier and a Spanish tnollier. His mother confided to htm that a certain Spaniard had sworn to take her Hie. II—One day, when Thomas was about 18, ho went out Into the mayflelIs to a ttnt wl'b LHy Bozard. A Spanish stranger attacked him on the mad, and the boy cudgeled the rufllnn Into helplessness, leaving him tied to a tree. Ill • Mlr'a father detects Thomas kissing the maiden to seal a love compact and forbids further meetings of the lovers. Returning home, Thoma-i fin.:e the Spanlnrd gone and hit mother lying dead on a scene where footprints b«- trny a struggle. iv—The mother has been stabbed by the Spaniard, Jean tic Oarclii, her cousin. Thomas' father tells the story of bis own early adventures In Spnln, of Da Gurcla's passion tor his cousin and the vow to kill her because she fled the country the bride of a deadly enemy. Thomai swears vengeance on De Garcia. V-Ho sails for Spain. Lily Bozard pledges eternal love. VI and VII—Thomas Is a medical student and finds employment In Seville with a popular quack—Dr. Fonseca. He meets De' Garcia and Is prevented from kll ling him by a womiin whom the villain has wronged. Till and IX—Fonseca dies and leaves vast wealth to Thomas. De Garcia has gone t« the Spanish Indies. Thomas sends his wealth homo to propitiate Llly'c father ana sails for HIs- X—Thomas Is shipwrecked In the Indian sens, escapes De Garcla's power and falls among the Indians of Tabasco, where a native maiden named Marina saves htm from »acrlDce. XI—Montezuma's nephew. Gnatemoe, befriends Thomas and takes him to the capital. Thomas saves the life of the prince when he Is attacked by a fierce pnraa. XII and XIII—In Montezmna's palace Thomas meets Otomle, the Kmneroi 's daughter. 11" Is made a god and doomed to sacrifice according to Aztec custom, with one year's grace. The Spaniards land on the Mexican shore. XIV and XT—Montezuma's kingdom Is disturbed by evil omen* and HUgurefo. Four Mexican maidens are chosen as earthly brides of the god Tezcat, and Otomle Is one or them. She discovers his love for the faroff Lily, renounces her brldeshlp, but resolves to die by hli sld« on ihe altar of sacrifice. XTI and XVII—Cortes reaches the capital "tid Is received by Montezumx, but the nation rises against the Spaniards. Montcznma Is stricken down In Cortes' camp. Ev« of the sacnflite of the god Tezcat and Otomle. XTIII and XIX—The god and his bride lire placed on the stone of sacrifice. At tbe npoolnt- ed hour, but the Spaniards have fought their way to the altar and confuse the blow. Th« victims are wounded, but not slain. De Gracla and Thomas meet. CHAPTER XXVI. DE GA1ICIA SPEAKS HIS MIND. At first I was taken into the chamber that I had left, but placed In a little room opening out of it where the guard slept. Here I waited awhilo, bound hand and foot and watched by two soldiers with drawn swords. As I waited, torn by rage and fear, I heard the noiso of hammering through tho wall, followed by a sound <St groans. At length the suspense camo to an end. A door was opened, and two fierce Tlnsca- lan Indians came through it and seized mo by the hair and ears, dragging mu thus into my own chamber. "Poor devil!" I heard one of tho Spanish soldiers say as I went. "Apostate or no, I ain sorry for him. This is bloody work." Then tho door closed, and I was In the place of torment. Tho room was darkened, for a cloth had been hung in front of tho window bard, but its gloom was relieved by certain fires that burned in braziers. It was by tho light of those flres chiefly that I saw tho sight. On tho floor of the chamber were placed' three solid chairs, one of them empty. Tho other two wore filled by none other than Guatemoc, cmporor of tho Aztecs, and .by his friend and mine, the oaziquo of Taouba. Thoy'woro bound in the chairs, tho burning braziers wore placed at their feet, behind them stood a clerk with paper and iukhorn, :md around them Indians were busy at sumo dreadful task, directed to it by two Spanish soldiers. Near tho third chair stood another Spaniard, who as yet took no part in tho play. It was Do Garcia. As I looked an Indian lifted one of the brazlors, ami seizing Uio naked foot of the Taoubuu prince thrust It down upon tho glowing coals. For awhile there wus sllonco; then tho Tamilian broke into groans. Guatemoc turned his head toward him and spoke, and as ho spoke I saw that bis foot 'also was resting In tho flames of a brazier. "Why do you complain, friend," ho said in a steady voice, "when I keep sllonco? Am I then taking my pleasure In a bod? Follow mo now a* always, frlond, and bo silent beneath your sufferings." Tho clerk wrote down his words, for I heard tho quill scratching on tbe paper, and OB ho wrote Guutomoo turned his head and saw mo. His face was gray with pain. Still ho spoke as a hundred times X had beard him speak at council—slowly and clearly. "Alas, |ro you also holt., my frlond Toulcf" ho said. "I hoped that they bad spared you, See bow theao Spaniards keep faith. Mollnche swore to treat mo with all honor. Behold how lie honors mo, with hot coals for my feut and pinchers for my flesh. They think that we have burled treasure, Teule, and would wring Its so- orut from us. You know that It is a lie. If wo had treasure, would wu not give It gladly to our conquerors, tho god born sons of Quetzal? You know that there is nothing loft except the ruins of our cities and tho bones of our dead." Hero he caused suddenly, fur the demon who tormented him struck him Across tho mouth, saying, "Silence, dog!" Hut I understood, and I uwore in my heart that I would die oro I revealed my brother's secret. This was tho last triumph that Quutomoo could win, to Uoop his gold from the grasp of tho grurcly Spaniard, and that victory at least ho should not lone through me. So I swore, and very soon my oath must INI put to tho tost, for at a motion front I)o Garcia tho Tlusoaluus seized mo and bound uiutothu third chair. Then ho ppoko Into my onr In Castlllun: "Strange um the ways of Providence, Cousin Wlngllolrt. You liuvu huntod mo across tho world, uud nuvorult lines we have met, always to your sorrow. I thought I had you in the slavoshlp, I thought that tho shurkshnd you in thu wnlur, but somehow you usaapud mo whom you came to hunt. When I knew It, I grieved, but now I grieve no mow, fur I KOO that you were reserved for this moment. Cousin WingUeld, it shall go himl If you 0sou|x> wo this time, and yet I think that wo shall spend some days together before wo part. Now I wrll bo courteous with you. V°u may haw it ohoioo of ovllu. l low ahull we bogluf Tlu> rusou/ctw at my wiumuud are not all tfaat wo could wish, uUi»j tho holy office is not yet huro with Us uttboly urinary, but still I hitve done my lj«it. 'i'huso fellows do not understand thulr *rt- Hot are tbuir only lusuirmion, ), yvu see, have several, " and ho pointed to various Instruments of torture. "Which will you select?" I made no answer, for I had determined that I would speak no word and utter no cry, do what they might with me. "Let me think, let mo think," went on De Garcia, smoothing his beard. -"Ah, I have It I Here, slaves." Now I will not renew my own agonies or awake the horror of any who may ohaBM to road what I have written by describing what befell mo after this. Suffice It to suy that for two hours and more this devil, helped in his task by the Tlascalans, worked his wicked will upon me. One by one torments were administered to me with a skill and Ingenuity that cannot often have been surpassed, and when at times I fainted I was recovered by cold water being dashed upon mo and spirits poured down my throat. And yet, I say it with some pride, during those two dreadful hours I uttered no groan, however great my sufferings, and spoke no word, good or bad. Nor was it only bodily pain that I must bear, for all this while my enemy mocked mo with bitter words, which tormented my soul as his instruments and hot coals ' tormented my body. At length he paused exhausted and cursed me for an obstinate pig of an Englishman, and at that moment Cortes entered the shambles, and with him Marina. ''How goes it?" he said lightly, though bis face turned pale at the sight of horror. "Tho caziquo of Tacuba has confessed that gold is buried in his garden. Tho other two have said nothing, general," the clerk answered, glancing down his paper. "Bravo men, indeed!" I heard Cortes mutter to himself. Then Said aloud: "Let the cazique be carried tomorrow to the garden of which he speaks, that ho may point out the gold. As for the other two, cease tormenting them for this day. Perhaps they may find another mind before tomorrow. I trust so—for their own sakes I trust so!" Then he drew to the corner of the room and consulted with Sarccda and tho other torturers, leaving Marina face to face with Guatemoc and mo. For awhilo sho stared at tho prince as though in horror; then a strange light come In to her beautiful eyes, and sho spoke to him in a low voice, say- Ing in the Aztec tongue: "Do you remember how once you rejected me down yonder in Tabasco, Guatemoc, and what I told you then—that I should grow great in spite of you? You see, it has all comotruo, and more than true, and you »ro brought to this. Are you not sorry, Guatemoc? I am sorry, though were I as some women aro perchance I might rejoice to see you thus." "Woman," tho prince answered in a thick voice, ''you have betrayed your country, and you have brought mo to shame and torment. Yes; had it not been for you those things had never boon. I am sorry, indeed I am sorry—that I did, not kill you. For the rest, may your numo bo shameful forever in the cars of honest men and your soul bo everlastingly nccursod, and may you yourself, oven before you die, know the bitterness of dishonor and betrayal! Your words woro fulfilled, and so shall mine bo also." Sho heard and turned away, trembling, and for awhilo was silent. Then hor glance fell upon me, and she began to weep. "Alas, poor man!" she said, "Alas, my friend!" "Weep not over mo, Marina," I answered, speaking in Aztec, "for your tears are of no worth, but help mo if you may." "Ah, that I could!" ihe sobbed, and turning fled from tho place, followed presently by Cortos. Now tho Spaniards caino In again and removed Guatemoo and tho cuzlquo of Tu- uuba, carrying them in their arms, for they could not walk, and indeed tho oa- ziquo was in a swoon. "Farowell, Teule.V saldGuatomoo as ho passed mo. "You are indeed a true son of Quetzal and a gallant man. May tho gods reward you in times to come for all that you have suffered for mo and mine, since I cannot." Then ho was borno out, and those were tho last words that I over hoard him utter. Now I was loft alone with tho Tlascalans and Do Garcia, who mocked mo as before. "A little tired, oh, frloud Winglleld?" ho said, snuorlug. "Well, tho play Is rough till you got used to It. A night's sleep will refresh you, and tomorrow you will bo a now man. Perhaps you bellovo that I have done my worst. Fool, this Is but a beginning. Also you think doubtless that your obstinacy augers mo. Wrong again, uiy frloud, I only pray that you may keep your lips sealed to tho last. Gladly would I give my share of this hidden gold In payment for two more such days with you. I have still much to pay you back, und, look you, I have found u way to do It. Thore aro more ways of hurting a man than through his own flesh—for Instance, whan I wished to bo revonged upon your futhur, I struck him through hor whom ho loved. Now I have touched you, and you wonder what I mean. Woll, I will toll you, Pur- hups you may know an Aztoo lady of royal blood who is named Otomio?" "Otomio, what of hor?" I oriod, speaking for thu first tlmo, since four for hor stlrrod mo more than all thu tormuntt I hud borno, "A triumph Indued! I have found a way to nmku you siwak at lust. Why, then, tomorrow you will bo full of words. Only this, Cousin Wlugfluld. Otomio, Monto- Duma's daughter, a very lovoly woman, by thu way, u your wlfu according to tho lu- dlun customs. Woll, I know all thu "lory, and—«hu Is In my power. I will pr.nu It to you, for «ho will bo brought horn pros- tuitly, and then you can oonso^oouoh uiher. For llstun, dog; tomomow sho will sit whuro youarosltUiig, and boforo your oyos uho shall bo duult with us yuu Imvo fcoou uuult with. Ah, tbou yuu will tulk fast enough, but uurhups It will bu too late." Aiid now for tho flrsttlmo Ibrokudown mid prayed for murey uvoii of uiy loo. "b>aro hor," I groattod. ''Do what ywu will with mo, but sjiuro hurl Surely you must have a heart, ovwi yo.u, for jwu ur* humuii. Yuu ouu iiuvor do this tiling, und Cortos would not suffer It." "As fur Cortes," lio unsworod, "hu will know nothing uf It—till it is dono. I huvo uiy warrant that oliargas wo to usp ovory wuuiis lu uiy power to forcu thu truth from you. Tortuw ua# fuUodi UiU uluuo 1* tuft And for the rest you must rend me ill. You know what it is to hate, for you hate me. Multiply your hate by 10, and you may find tho sum of mine for you. You came to tako vengeance on me, and soon or Inter by you or through you it will be glutted, but till then I triumph—aye, even when I must sink to this butcher's work to do It," and suddenly he turned and left tho place. Then weakness nml Buffering overcame me, and t swooned nwny. When I awoke, It was to liml that my bonds had been loosed, nml ; hat I Uiy on some sort of bed, While a woman bent over me, tending me with mui'uniml words of pity nml lovo. The night had fallen, but there was light in tho chamber, and by It t saw that the woman was none other than Otomio, no longer starved and wretched, but almost M lovely as before tho days of siege and hunger. "Otomio, you here!" I gasped through mp wounded lips, for with my senses come tho memory of De Garcla's threats. "Yes, beloved, it is I," she muttered. "They have Buffered that I nurse you, devils though they are! Oh, that I must we you thus and yet be helpless to avenge you!" and she burst into weeping. "Hush," I suiu, "hushl Have wo food?" ''In plenty. A woman brought it from Marina." "Give mo to eat, Otomle." Now for awhilo she fed mo, and tho deadly sickness passed from mo, though my poor flesh burned with a hundred agonies. "Listen, Otomle. Have you seen De Garcia?" "No, husband. Two days since I was separated from my sister Teculohpo and tho other ladies, but I have been well treated and have scon no Spaniard except tho soldiers who led mo here, tolling mo that you wore sick. Alas, I knew not from what cause I" and again she began to weep. "Still some have seen you, and it la reported that you are my wife." "It is likely enough," she answered, "for it was known throughout the Aztec hosts, and such secrets cannot bo kept. But why have they treated you thus? Because you fought against them?" "Are we alone?" I asked. "The guard Is without, but there is none else in tho chamber." "Then bend down your head, and I will tell you," and I told her all. When I hod done so, sho sprang up with flashing eyes, and her hand pressed upon her breast and said: "Oh, If I loved you before, now I love you more if that Is possible, who could suffer thus horribly and yet bo faithful to the fallen nnd your oath! Blessed be the day when first I looked upon your face, 6 my husband, most true of men! But they who could do this—what of thorn? Still it Is done with, and I will nurse you bock to health. Surely it is done with, or they had not suffered me to come to you." "Alas, Otomio, I must toll all—It is not done with," and with faltering voice I went .on with the tale—yes, and since I must I told hor for what purpose sho had been brought here. She listened without ft word, though her lips turned pale. "Truly," she said when I had done, "those Teules for surpass the pabas of our Couple, for if the priests torture and sacrl- Dee it Is to the gods and not for gold and secret hate. Now, husband, what is your counsel? Surely you have some counsel.'' "I have none that I daro offer, wife," I groaned. "You are timid as a girl who will not utter the lovo sho burns to toll," Otomle answered, with a proud and bitter laugh. "Well, I will speak it for you. It Is in your mind that wo must dio tonight." 1 "It is," I said. "Death now, or shamo and agony tomorrow, and then death at last, that is our choice. Since God will not protect us, wo must protect ourselves if we can find tho means." "God! There Is no God. At times I have doubted tho gods of my people and turned to yours. Now I renounce and reject him. If there wore a God of mercy such as you cling to, could ho suffer that such things bo? You are my god, husband. To you und for you I pray, and you alone. Lot us have done now with pleading to those who are not, or who, if they live, are deaf to our crlos and blind to our misery, and befriend ourselves. Yonder lies rope; that window has burs; very soon wo can be beyond tho sun and the cruelty of Toules or sound asleep. But there is time yet. Lot us talk awhile. They will scarcely begin their torments before tho dawn, and oro dawn wo shall bo far." So wo talked us well as my sufferings would allow. Wo talked of how wo first had mot; of how Otomio bad boon vowed to me us tho wife of Tezcat, soul of tho world; of that day whon wo had lain sido by side upon tho stono of sacrifice; of our true marriage thereafter, of tho slogo of Tonoctitlan and tho death of our firstborn. Thus wo talked till midnight was two hours gone; then there came a sllonco. "Husband," said Otomle at lost In a hushed and solemn voice, "you aro worn with, suffering, und I am weary, It is time to do that which must bo done. Sad is our fate, but at least rest is buforo us. I thank you, husband, for your gentleness. I thank you more for your faithfulness to my house and people. Shall I inuko ready for our last journey?" "Make ready I" I answered, Then she rose und soon was busy with tho ropes. At length all was prepared, and the moment of death was at hand. "You must aid mo, Otomio," I said. "I cannot wulk by myself." Sho came and lifted mo with hor strong and tender arms till I stood upon a stool beneath tho window bars. Thorp sho placed tho ropo about my throat; theu (ok ••/ name to »nw v»u if I can. tntt her nUiuil by mu n)tu IJtUxl tho roj* UIMU I'ur own. Now wu kUuoU lu ullunoo, for Uiouu w*w nothing to uuy. Ywt Otouilu wild tomotibtug, itf; "Of witoiu do you thluk tu tutu nuunvut, buebund' Of iiiu and of my doad child. or of tbut lj*dy wuu livutt fui- uoronji tlioW>jt' Nay, I will not nnk. 1 hnvo been happy Ift. rny lovo; it Is enough. Now love aiid life-. must end together, and It is well for me, but for yon I grieve. Say, shall 1 thrust away tho stool?" "Yes, Otomio, since there is no hope but/ death. I cannot break my faith with Guatemoo, nor can 1 live to see you shamed and tortured." "Thon kiss ino first and for the lost tlmo." We kissed ngnln, and then, assho was In the very act of pushing tho stool from beneath ns, tho door oprmod and shut, and a veiled woman stood boforo us, bearing a> torch in one hand and a bundle in tho other. Sho looked, nnd Booing Us and out dreadful purpose ran to us. "What do you?" sho cried, and I knew the voico for that of Marina. "Are you then mad, Tcule?" "Who is this who knows you so well, husband, and will not oven suffer that wo die in peace?" naked Otomle. "I am Marina," answered tho veiled woman, "and I come to save you if loon." CHAPTER XXVIL THE ESCAPE. Now Otomle put tho rope off her neck, dud descending from tho stool stood before Marina. , "You aro Marina," she Bald coldly and proudly, "and you oomo to save us, you who have brought ruin on tho land that' bare you and have given thousands of her children to death and shame and torment' Now, if I had my way, I would have none of your salvation—nay, I would rather save myself as I was about to do." Thus Otomio spoko, and never had she looked more royal than In this moment when she risked her lost chance of life that sho might pour out her scorn upon one whom she deemed a traitress—no, one who was a traitress, for had it not been for Marina's wit and aid Cortes would never have, conquered Anahuac. I trembled as I heard her angry words, for, all I suffered notwithstanding, life still seemed sweet to me, who, 10 seconds ago, had stood upon the verge of death. Surely Marina would depart and leave us to our doom. But it was not BO. Indeed she shrank and trembled before Otomlo's contempt. They woro a strange contrast in their different loveliness as they stood face to face in tho torture den, and It was strange also to sco tho spirit of tho lady of royal blood, threatened as sho was with a shameful doath or still more shameful life, triumph over tho Indian girl whom today fortune had set far above her as the stars. "Say, royal lady," asked Marina in her gentle voice, "for what cause did you, U tales are true, lie by tho side of yonder white man upon tho stone of sacrifice?" "Because I lovo him, Marina." "And for this saino cause have I, Marina, laid my honor upon a different altar; for this same cuuso I huvo striven against the children of my people, because I lovo another such as ho. It is for love of Cortes that I have aided Cortes; therefore despise me not, but let your lovo plead for mine, seeing that, to us womon, lovo is all. I have sinned, I know, but doubtless in its season my sin shall find a fitting punishment." "It had need be sharp," answered Otomio. "My lovo has harmed none. See tofore you but eno grain of the countless harvest of your own. In yonder chair' Guatomoo, your king, was this day tortured by your muster, Cortes, who swore to treat him with all honor. By his sido sat. ' Teulo, my husband and your friend. Him Cortes gave over to his private enemy, De- ( Garcia, whom you nnmo Sarccda. Sec how • ho has loft him. Niiy, do not shudder, gontlo ,lady. Look now at hia woundsl Consider to what u pass we ore driven when you find UH about to dio thus like dogs, ho, my husband, thiit ho may not live to soo mo handled as ho has boon, and I with him because a princess of tho Otomio and of Montozuma's blood cannot submit to such a shamo while death has one door through which to creep. It is but- a single grain of your harvest, outcast and truitoross, tho harvest of misery and death that Is stored yonder in tho ruins of To- nootitlan. Had I my will I tell you. that I hud sooner die a score of times than takp help from a hand so stained with the blood of my people and of yours—I" "Oh, ccaso, lady,. cease," groaned Marina, covering her oyos with hor hand, us though tho sight of Otomio woro dreadful to hor. "What is dono is dono. Do not add to my remorse. What did you say— that you, tho Lady Otomio, woro brought here to be tortured?" "Even so, uud before my husband's oyos. Why should Montozuma's daughter and tho princess of the Otomio escape tho fate of tho omporor of tho Aztecs? If hor womanhood does not protect hor, has sho anything to hope of her lost rank?" "Cortes knows nothing of this; I swear It," sold Marina. ''To tho rest ho has boon driven by tho clamor of tho soldiers, who taunt him with stealing treasure that ho has novor found. But of this lust wickedness ho Is Innocent." "Thon lot him ask his tool Surcoda of it." "As for Saroeda, I promise you, princess, that If I can I will uvougo this throat upon him. But time Is short, I am como hero with tho knowledge of Cortos to HOO if I can win thu secret of tho treasure from. Toulo, your husband, and for my friendship's sake I am about to botruy my trust und holy him uud you to fly. Do you refuse my aid?" Otomio said nothing, but I Hpoko for tho first tlmo, "Nay, Marina, I have no lovn for (his thlof's futu if I can escupu It, bin how In it to bo dono?" "Tho chance is poor enough, Toulo, but I bethought mo that onou out of this prison you might slip away disguised. Fow will bo stirring ut dawn, and of thorn the most will uot bo kuun to notice mun or tbliigB. 800, I huvo brought you tho dross of a Spanish soldier. Your skin la dork, and In thu half light you might pass as ono, and for tho princess your wife I havo brought another dross, jndood I am ashamod to offer It, but It Is tho only ouo that will not bo noted at this hour; also; Teulo, I bring you a sword, that which was taken from you, though I think that ouco It hud another owner," Now whllo sho spoku Marina undid her bundlu, und theru In it woro tho drosses und tho sword, tho sumo that I hud taken from tho Spaniard Diaz lu tho luossuOTO of tho nocho trlsto. First sho drew out tbe woman's robo ami huudod It to Otomio, und I wtw tlmo It was suob u robo us among thu ludluim In worn by thu womou Who follow ouiupu, u robo with rod uud N lu It, Otuiulu saw It abo uud druw k, "Kuruly, girl, you Imvo brought a gar- niout of your own lu error,'' sliu wild qulut- ly, but lu such a fushlon as showed more of tho wivago heart that Is uutlvo to hoy raw tltuu tflio oflou suffwud tu bo suou. "At tho louvt I vunuot wow suvli robe*" 11 It MHIIIIS that I must hoar too much," ausworod Murlim, growing wroth at last and striving to kwii buck Uio tours that .1 r started to hor oyiui. a l wllUwuy uiidioave you," uud sho Li-gun to full up her bundle.' "Forglvo hor, Murluu," 1 wild hastily,

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