The Stroud Democrat (Stroud, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, March 20, 1914 Page: 7 of 8
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STROUD. OKLA„ DEMOCRAT
&Ke MAIDS
ROBERT
CHAMBERS
Author of "Cardigan"the Conspirators" * Maids-at-Arms'etc
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COPYRIGHT esy ROBT. W CHAAIE.BRS
SYNOPSIS.
Scarlett, an American soldier of for-
tune In the employ of the French Im-
perial Police at the outbreak of the Fran-
co-Prussian war, Is ordered to arrt*st
John Huckhurst, a leader of the Com-
xnunlita ami suspected of having sunen
the French crown Jewels. While search-
ing for Buckhurat. Scarlett is ordered lo
arrest Countess de Vaaaart and her group
of aocialists and eacort them to the Hel-
gian border. Scarlett finds Sylvia Elven
of ths Odt-on disguised as a peasant and
carries her to La Trappe where the
countesa and her friends are assembled.
All are arrested. The countess saves
fiearlett from a fatal fall from the roof
< f the house. He denounces Buckhurst
aa the leader of the Reds and the coun-
teaa conducts him to where Buckhurst is
secreted. German Uhlans descend on
the place and Buckhurst escapes during
the melee. Scarlett is wounded. He re-
covers consciousness *in the countess"
house at Morsbronn, where he is cared
for by the countess. A fierce battle Is
fought in the streets between French
and PruOTian soldiers. Buckhurst pro-
fesses repentence and returns the crown
Jewels to Scarlett. He declares he will
give himself up to the authorities. Scar-
lett doubtajiia sincerity. .Buckhurst urges
the countess to go to Pacadise. Buck-
hurst admits that he receives pay from
the Prussians for information which he
■does not give. He secures passports to
the Frencn lines for Scarlett, the coun-
tess and himself. Scarlett reports to
the secret service in Paris and finds Mor-
nac, shadow of the emperor, in charge.
He deposits the crown jewels and later,
when making a detailed report, finds that
pebbles have been substituted for the real
stones. Speed, a comrade In the service,
warns Scarlett that Mornac Is dangerous.
He also Informs him that all the govern-
ment treasure Is being transported to the
coast for shipment out of the country.
Scarlett and Speed escape to Join a cir-
cus. The circus arrives at Paradise. An
order Is received by the mayor calling
the citizens to arms. Jacqueline, daugh-
ter of the Lizard, offers to join the circus
to give exhibitions in the character of a
mermaid./Scarlett makes friends with
the Lizard. Scarlett calls on the countess
at her home in Paradise. He finds Sylvia
Elven also there. He learns the countess
has withdrawn from the socialists. They
awear eternal friendship. The Lizard
learns for Scarlett, through one Trlc-
Trac, that Mornac Is head of a communis-
tic conspiracy.
CHAPTER XV.
Forewarned.
The Hons had now begun to give me
A great deal of trouble. Oh, they
knew, and I knew, that matters had
gone wrong with me; that I had, for a
time, at least, lost the Intangible some-
thing which I once possessed—that oc-
cult right to dominate.
That morning, as I left the training-
cage—where among others, Kelly Eyre
stood looking on—I suddenly remem-
bered Sylvia Elven and her message
to Eyre, which I had never delivered.
"My son," said I, politely, "do you
think you have arrived at an age suf-
ficiently mature to warrant my deliv-
ering to you a message from a pretty
Sirl?"
"There's no harm In attempting it.
my venerable friend," he replied,
laughing.
"This is ths message," I said: "On
Sunday the book Btores are closed in
Paris."
"Who gave you that message, Scar-
lett?" he stammered.
He was so young, so manly, so un-
spoiled, and so red, that on an impulse
1 said: "Kelly, it was Mademoiselle
Elven who sent you the message."
His facta expressed troubled aston-
ishment.
"la that her name?" he asked.
"Well—it's one of them, anyway," I
replied, beginning to feel troubled In
my turn. "See here, Kelly, it's not
my business, but you won't mind if I
speak plainly, will you? 1 know
Mademoiselle Elven—slightly. I am
afraid of her—and I have not yet d>
cided why. Don't talk to her."
"But—I don't know her," ho said;
"or, at least I don't know her by that
name." ^
"Then who do you believe sent you
that message, Kelly?"
His checks began to burn ngaln, and
he gave me an uncomfortable look
A silence, and he sat down in my
dressing room, his boyish head buried
in his hands. After a glance at him
1 began changing my training suit for
riding clothes, whistling the while soft-
ly to myself.
"Mr. Scarlett I should like to tell
you about myself; ... 1 was a
clerk in the consul's office in Paris
when Monsieur Tissandier took a
fancy to me, and I entered his balloon
ateliers to learn to assist him. Then
tke government began to make much
of us . . . you remember? We
started experiments for the army. . .
1 was intensely interested, and . . .
there was not much talk about secrecy
then. ... 1 made an invention—a
little electric screw which steered a
balloon . . . sometimes . .
He laughed, a mirthful laugh, and
looked at me. All the color had gone
from his face.
"There was a woman—" 1 turned
partly towards him.
"I know," 1 said.
"Somehow we always talked about
military balloons. And that evening
. . . she was so interested In my
work ... I brought some little
•ketches 1 had made—"
"I understand," I said.
He looked at me miserably. "She
%as to return the sketches to me at
Caiman's—the fashionable book store,
. . next day. ... I
thought that the next day was to be
Sunday. . . . The book stores of
Paris are not open on Sunday—but the
war office Is."
"I began to put on my coat
"And the sketches were asked for?"
1 suggested—"and you naturally told
what had become of them?"
"1 refused to name her."
"So they sent you to a fortress?" I
asked.
"To New Caledonia, . . . four
years. ... I was only twenty,
Scarlett, . . . and ruined. . .
I joined Byram in Antwerp and risked
the tour through France."
"You never saw her again?"
"I was under arrest on Sunday. I do
not know. ... I like to believe
that she went to the book store on
Monday, . . . that she made an in-
nocent mistake, . . . but I never
knew, Scarlett, ... I never knew."
"Suppose you ask her?" I said.
His firm hand tightened on mine
then he walked away, steadily, head
high. And 1 went out to saddle my
horse for a canter across the moor to
Point Paradise
So, by strange ways and eccentric
circles, like the aerial paths of hom-
ing sea birds, 1 came at last to the spot
I had set out for, consciously; yet it
surprised me to find 1 had come there.
A boy took my horse; a servant in
full Breton costume admitted me; the
velvet humming of Sylvia Elven'e spin-
ning-wheel filied the silence, like the
whirring of a great, soft moth impris
oned in a room.
The door swung open noiselessly;
the whir of the wheel and the sound of
the song filled the room for an in
stant, then was shut out as the Coun
tess de Vassart closed the door and
came forward to greet me.
"Are you troubled?" she asked, then
colored at hertiwn question.
"No, not troubled. Happiness is
often edged with a shadow. I am con-
tent to be here."
Her face grew graver. "You must
forget the past," she said; "you must
forget all that was cruel and false and
unhappy. . . . will you not?"
"Yes, madame."
"I, too," she said, "have much to for-
get and much to hope for; and you
aught me how to forget and how to
hope."
"I. madame?"
"Yes, ... at La Trappe, at
Morsbronn, and here. Look at me.
Have 1 not changed?"
"Yes," 1 said, fascinated.
I picked up my gloves and riding-
crop; as I rose she stood up in the
dusk, looking straight at me.
"Will you come again?" she asked.
1 stammered a promise and made
my way blindly to the door which a
servant threw open, flung myself
astride my horse, and galloped out in
to the waste of moorland, seeing noth-
ing, hearing nothing save the low roar
of the sea, like the growl of restless
lions.
CHAPTER XVI.
A Restless Man.
When I came into camp, late that
afternoon, I found Byram and Speed
groping about among a mass of news-
papers and letters, the first mail we
circus people had received for nearly
two months.
There were letters for all who were
accustomed to look fty letters from
families, relative or friends at home.
I never received letters—I had re-
The Man Wat John Buckhurst.
celved none of that kind in nearly a
score of years.
But there were newspapers enough
and to epare—French. English, Ameri
can; and I sat down by my lion's cage
and attempted to form some opinion
of the state of affairs in France.
When, on the 3rd of September, the
humiliating news arrived that the em-
peror was a prisoner and his army an-
nihilated, the government, for the first
time in Its existence, acted with
promptness and decision in a matter
of importance. Secret orders were
cent by couriers to the Bank of France,
to the Ix)uvre, and to the Invalides;
and, that same night, train after train
rushed out of Paris loaded with the
battle flp-gs from the Invalides, the
most important pictures and antique
sculptures from the Louvre, the great-
er part of the gold and silver from the
Bank of France, and, last but by no
means least, the crown and Jewels of
France.
These trains were dispatched to
Brest, and at the same time a telegram
was directed to the admiral command-
ing the French iron clad fleet in the
Baltic to send an armored cruiser to
Brest with all haste possible, there to
await further orders, but to be fully
prepared in any event to take on
board certain goods designated in
cipher. This we knew in a general
way, though Speed understood that
Lorient was to be the port of depar-
ture.
The plan, then, was simple; but, for
an equally simple reason, it miscar-
ried in the following manner: On the
4th of September the treasure-laden
trains had left Paris for Breet. On
the 6th the Hirondelle steamed out to-
wards the fleet with the news from Se-
dan and the orders for the detachment
of a cruiser to receive the crown
jewels. On the 6th the news and the
orders were signaled to the flagship;
but the God of battles unchained a
tempest which countermanded the or
der and hurled the ironclads into outer
darkness.
So, for days and days, the treature-
laden traine must have stood helpless
in the station at Brest, awaiting the
cruiser that did not come.
Speed and 1 already knew the secret
orders sent. The treasures, including
the crown diamonds, were to be stored
in the citadel, and an armored cruiser
was to lie off the arsenal with "banked
fires, ready to receive the treasures at
the first signal and steam to the
French fortified port of Saigon in Co
chin China, by a course already deter
mined.
Why on earth those orders had been
changed so that the cruiser was to lie
off Groix I could not imagine, unless
some plot had been discovered in Lo-
rient which had made it advisable to
shift the location of the treasures for
the third time.
Pondering there at the tent door,
amid my heap of musty newspapers, 1
looked out into the late, gray after-
noon and saw the maids and men of
Paradise passing and repassing across
the bridge.
A few moments later drums began
to roll from the square. Speed, pass
ing, called out to me that the con-
scripts were leaving for Lorient; so 1
walked down to the bridge, where thp
crowd had gathered and where h tall
gendarme stood, his blue-and-white
uniform distinct in the early evening
light.
"Attention!" cried ti e officer, a Blim.
hectic lieutenant from Lorient.
The mayor handed him the rolls,
and the lieutenant, facing the shuffling
single rank, began to call off:
"Roux of Bannalec?"
"Here, monsieur—"
"Don't say, 'Here, monsieur!' Say.
'Present!' Now, Roux?"
"Present, monsieur—"
"Idiot! Kedrec?"
"Present!"
"Garenne!"
There was e'lence.
"Robert Garenne!" repeated the offi-
cer, sharply. *MonRieur the major
has informed me that you are liable
for military duty. If you are present,
answer to your name or take conse-
quences!"
The poacher, who had been lounging
on the bridge, slouched slowly forward
and touched his cap.
"I am organizing a franc corps." he
said.
"You can explain that at Lorient,"
replied the lieutenant. "Fall in there!"
"But I—"
"Fall in!" repeated the lieutenant.
The poacher's visage became in-
flamed. He hesitated, looking around
for an avenue of escape. Then he
caught my disgusted eye.
"For the last time," said the lleuten
ant. coolly drawing his revolver, "1
order you to fall in!"
The poacher backed Into the strag
gling rank, glaring.
"Now," said the lieutenant, "you
may go to your house and get your
packet. If we have left when you re-
turn, follow and report at the arsenal
in Lorient. Fall out! March!"
The poacher backed out to the rear
of the rank, turned on his heel, and
strode away towards the coast,
clinched fists swinging by his side.
There were not many names on the
roll, and the call was quickly finished.
And now the infantry drummers raised
their sticks high in the air, there was
a sharp click, a crash, and the square
echoed.
"March!" cried the officer. The
crowd pressed on into the dusk. Far
up the darkening road the white coif
fes of the women glimmered; the
drum-roll softened to a distant hum-
ming.
A shape slunk near me through the
dusk, furtive, uncertain. "Lizard." I
said, indifferently. He came up, my
gun on his ragged shoulder.
"You go with your cluss?" I asked.
"No, I go to the foreat," he said,
hoarsely. "You shall hear from me."
I nodded.
"Are you content?" he
lingering
The creature wanted
though he did not know it.
my hand and told him he was a brave
man; and he went awajr, noiselessly,
leaving me musing by the river wall.
After a long while—or it may only
have been a few minutes—the square
began to fill again with the first groups
of women, children, and old men who
had escorted the departing conscripts
a little way on their march to Lorient.
Long tables were Improvised in the
square, piled up with bread, sardines,
puddings, hams and cakes. Casks of
cider, propped on skids, dotted the out-
skirts of the bowling-green.
I turned away across the bridge out
into the dark ron*!. Long before I
came to the smoky, silent camp I
heard the monotonous roaring of my
lions, pacing their shadowy dens.
CHAPTER XVII.
The Circus.
A little after sunrise on the day set
for our first performance. Speed
sauntered Into my dressing room in
excellent humor, saying that the
country was unmistakably aroused to
the importance of the Anti-Prussian
Republican circus and the Flying Mer-
maid of Ker-Ys.
1 had had an unpleasant hour's
work with the lions, during which
Marghouz, a beast hitherto lazy and
docile, had attempted to creep be-
hind me. Again 1 hud betrayed ir-
ritation; again the lions saw it, un-
derstood it. and remembered. Poor
devils! Who but 1 knew that they
were right and 1 was wrong! Who
but I understood what lack of free-
dom meant to the strong—meant to
caged creatures, unrighteously de-
prived of liberty!
I mentioned something of this to
Speed us 1 was putting on my coat
to go out, but he only scowled at me,
saying: "Your usefulness as a lion-
tamer is ended, my friend; you are
a fool to enter that cage again, and
I'm going to tell Byram."
"Don't spoil the governor's pleasure
now," I said, irritably. "I'm going to
give ft up soon, anyway—not now—
not while the governor has a chance
to make a little money; but soon—
very soon. You are right; I can't con
trol anything now—not even myself.
I must give up my lions, after all."
"When?" said Speed.
"Soon—I don't know. I'm tired—
really tired. I want to go home."
"Are you really going home, Scar-
lett?" he asked, curiously.
"I have nothing to keep me here,
have I?"
"Not unless you choose to settle
down and . . . marry."
After^ a moment's thought I said
"Speed, what the devil do you mean
by that remark?"
"Oh, what do you imagine I mean?"
he retorted. "l)o yo.i think I'm blind?
Am I an ass. Scarlett? Be fair; am
1?"
"No; not an ass," I said.
"Then let me alone—unless you
want plain speaking instead of a
bray."
"I do want it."
"Very well, my friend; then, at your
respectful request, 1 beg to inform you
that you are in love with Madame de
Vassart--and have been for months."
"You are wrong." I said, steadily.
"No, Scarlett; I am right."
"You are wrong." I repeated.
* Don't say that again," he retorted
"If you do not know It, you ought to
Don't be unfair; don't be cowardly
Face It, man!"
"What are you srying. Speed?" I
asked, rousing from my lethargy to
shake his hand from my shoulder.
"The truth. In all these years of
intimacy, familiarity has never brod
contempt in me. 1 have watched you
as a younger brother watches, lov
. -i
lngly, Jealous yet proud of you, alert
for a falling or a weaknoss which I
never found—or, If I thought 1 found
a flaw in you, knowing that it was
but part of a character too strong,
too generous for me to criticise.
Listen to me, Scarlett. 1 tell you
that a man shipwrecked on the
world's outer rocks—if he does not
perish—makes the better pilot after*
wards."
"But ... I perished, Speed."
"It is not true," ho said, violently;
"but you will If you don't steer a truer
course than you have. Scarlett, an-
swer me! Are you in love?"
"Yes," I said.
He waited, looked up at me, then
dropped his hands in his pockets and
turned away toward the Interior of
the tent where Jacqueline, having
descended from the rigging, stood.
I walked fast across the moors, as
though I had a destination. And I
had; yet when 1 understood It I
sheered off. only to turn again and
stare fascinated in the direction of
the object that frightened me.
Then, looking seaward, for the first
time 1 noticed that the black cruiser
was gone.
For a while I stood listening,
searching the sea, until a voice
hailed me, and I turned to find Kelly
Eyre almost at my elbow.
"There is a man in the village ha-
ranguing the people." Speed thinks
this man is Buckhurst."
"What!" I cried.
"There's Bometjiing else, too," he
said, soberly, and drew a telegram
from his pocket.
1 seized it, and studied the flutter'
ing sheet:
"The governor of Lorient, on com-
plaint of the mayor of Paradise, for-
bids the American exhibition, and or-
ders the individual Byram to travel
immediately to Lorient with his so-
called circus, where a British steam-
ship will transport the personnel, bag-
gage, and animals to British territory.
The mayor of Paradise will see that
this order of expulsion is promptly
executed.
"(Signed) BRETEUIL,
"Chief of Police."
"Where is that fool of a mayor?
Come on, Kelly! Stay close beside
me." And I set off at a swinging
pace, down the hollow, out across the
left bank of the little river, straight
to the bridge, which we reached al-
most on a run.
"Look there!" cried my compan-
ion, as we came in sight of the squaro.
The square was packed with Bre-
ton peasants; near the fountain two
cider barrels had been placed, a plank
thrown across them, and on this plank
stood a man holding a red flag.
'£he man was John Buckhurst.
When I came nearer I could see
that he wore a red scarf across his
breast; a little nearer and I could
hear his passionless voice sounding;
nearer still, I could distinguish every
clear-cut word:
"Men of the sea, men of that an-
cient Armorlca which, for a thousand
years, has suffered serfdom, I come
to you bearing no sword. You need
none; you are free under this red
flag I raise above you."
He lifted the banner, shaking out
the red folds.
"Peace, I^ove, Equality! All this ie
yours for the asking. The commune
will be proclaimed throughout
France; Paris is aroused. Lyons is
ready, Bordeaux watches. Marseilles
waits!"
A low murmur rose from the people.
Buckhurst swept the throng with col-
orless eyes.
(TO BR CONTINUED.)
wr\ y ou,
demanded,
sympathy,
I gave him
STRONG DEFENSE OF HER SEX
Miss Hulda Nutt Proves by Anecdote
That Men Are Just as Foolish
aa the Women.
"It certainly does make me weary,
all these innuendoes in the funny pa
pers about the women. One would
think by some of the supposedly face-
tious Jokes that we girls didn't have
enough intelligence to keep out of the
home for the feeble minded," remarked
Hulda Nutt to her sister. Ima, as she
pointed to an lllustratiou in the eve-
ning paper.
"Now here, for Instance, Is a re-
hashed story about a bridegroom car
rying u basket, approaching a narrow
creek. He turns to his simplo minded
bride—1 Judge she must have been
simple or sho never would have mar-
ried him—and lie offers to carry her
across the stream. This egotistical
male Jokesmith has the bride make
the Inane reply : 'But you can't carry
both me and the lunch basket. We
would be too heavy. You carry me and
I will carry the lunch basket.'
"As a matter of fact that foolish
chestnut was first recorded about an
old uian with a basket of eggs and a
CHILDREN LOVE
SYRUPJF FIGS
It Is cruel to force nauseating,
harsh physic into a
sick child.
Look back at your childhood day*.
Remember the "dose" mother Insisted
on—castor oil, calomel, cathartic*.
How you hated them, how you (ought
against taking them.
With our children lt' different
Mothers who cling to the old form of
physic simply don't realize what they
do. The children's revolt is well-found-
ed. Their tender little "insldes" are
Injured by them.
If your child's stomach, liver and
bowels need cleansing, give only dell-
clous "California Syrup of Figs." It*
action it positive, but gentle. Millions
of mothers keep this harmless "fruit
laxative" handy; ihey know children
love to take It; that It never fails to
clean the liver and bowels and sweet-
en the stomach, and that a teaspoonful
given today saves a sick child tomor-
row.
Ask at the store for a 60-cent bottle
of "California Syrup of Klgs," which
has full directions for babies, children
of all ages and for grown-ups plainly
an each bottle. Adv.
Administration's Peril.
In their own serious way tho pupils
In the grade schools of Now York aro
watching history in the muklng. In
one of the schools wliero a large
number of foreigners nro being taught
the teacher was asked by a little fel-
low what she thought of tho adminis-
tration's scheme to apply tho literacy
test to Immigrants. The teacher mere-
ly explained what the literacy test
meant, thinking that was what tho
youngster wanted. When she finished
a little Italian boy piped:
"Theadministration had betta watch
out or the black hand will get lilin."
FALLING HAIR MEANS
DANDRUFF IS ACTIVE
8ave Your Hair! Get a 25 Cent Bottle
of Danderlne Right Now—Aleo
Stops Itching Scalp.
Thtn. brittlo, colorless and scraggy
hair is mute evidence of a neglected
bcaip; of dandruff—that awful scurf.
There Is nothing so destructive to
the hair as dandruff. It robs the hair
of Its luster, Its strength and Its very
life; eventually producing a feverlsh-
ness and Itching of the Bcalp, which
If not remedied causes the hair roota
to thrink, loosen and die—then the
hair fails out fast. A little Danderlne
tonight—now—any time—will surely
suve your hair.
Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton's
Danderlne from any store, and after
the first application your hair will
take on that life, luster and luxuriance
which Is so beautiful. It will become
wavy and Huffy and have the appear-
ance of abundance; an incomparable
gloss and softness, but what will
please you most will be after just a
few weeks' use, when you w ill actual-
ly Bee a lot of fine, downy hair—new
hair—growing all over the scalp. Ad*.
Jim's Response.
Because of her own good looks, Mrs.
Hatch felt she married beneath her
when she "took up" with one-eyed
Jlin. For six months she was faithful
to her vow never to twit her husband
about his deformity; then one day her
sharp tongue got tho better of her.
Jim listened quietly to his wife's es-
timate of himself, physical and other-
wise. "Ellen," he spoke at last, In his
calm voice, "you're iny wife now, but
if I'd had two eyes, I'd 'a' looked
furder."—Judge.
commendably humane heart, who, rh
, tie boarded tho street car. observed
that the arched necks and cruelly
I docked tails of the two decrepit horsee
j In front, btBpoke a sadly contrasting
j prosperity In their remote youth. The
] old man's tender heart was touched at
the pitiful sight, and as he took his
seat in the car he gently lifted tho
basket of eggs out tho window and
held them there all tho way of his
Journey to make the burden lighter for
the poor horses. So you see, Ima. "she
j added with an emphatic nod of her
head, "the men are every bit as foolish
as the women, If not more so."
China "Called" Livingstone.
It Is not generally known tbat LIT-
Ingstono originally had the Intention
of devoting himself to the work of "a
pioneer of Christianity in China." It
was as such that he offered himself
to the London Missionary society In
1837, but when he had received his
diploma from the faculty of physicians
and surgeons In 1640. he found China
closed to him. as Great lirltaln was
then at war with the country. It was
his meeting with Moffat, who had re-
cently returned from South Africa,
that led his steps to the Dark CouU
Dent.
A CLERGYMAN'S TESTIMONY.
The Rev. Edmund Ileslop of Wig-
ton, Pa., suffered from Dropsy for a
year. His limbs and feet were swol-
len and puffed. He had heart flutter-
ing, was dizzy
and exhausted at
the least exer-
tion. Hands and
feet wero cold
and he had such
a dragging sensa-
tion across the
loins that It was
difficult to move.
_ „ ,, . After using 5
Rev. E. Heslop. boxeg Qf Dodd>
Kidney Pills the swelling disappear-
ed and he felt himself again. He sayB
he has been benefited and blessed by
the use of Dodds Kidney Pills. Sev-
eral months later ho wrote; I have
not changed my faith In your remedy
since the above statement was author-
ized. Correspond with Rev. E. Hes-
lop about this wonderful remedy.
Dodds Kidney Pills, 50c. per box at
your dealer or Dodds Medicine Co.,
Huffalo, N. Y. Write for Household
Hints, also music of National Anthom
(English and German words) and re-
cipes for dainty dishes. Ail 3 sent tree,
Adv.
In splto of the fact that Ignorance
Is bliss, a lot of people are continually
trying to educate us.
A food f"r sore lungH. Dean's Mentholated
Cough i)rop«. Curt? eoughi, by relieving
the nort'iii'Hrt Bo lit Drug Stores.
Prosperity helps some meu to forget
their friends.
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