Evening Star Newspaper, January 17, 1896, Page 10

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I struck the water face down, but, fortunately, I was to the leeward, and as I came up I saw the craft breadside on drifting toward me. One of my men, ramed Marion, saw me disap- pear, and quick as a flash sent a coll of rope spinning after me. His aim whs true, and as I came up the rope lay againet my arms, and I grabbed it. “I was soon alongside, but in the worst part of my scrape. The Fox was rolling fearfully, while the cross seas threw me around like a ball—one moment I would bang against her side and the next be far away. The reef tackle soon swung toward me, and I grabbed it; but I didn’t find my rew hold any improvement. I was thrown in all directions, but held on. I swallowed lots of water, and the wrenching I got was fast using me up. “My men would have hard work lifting me up with my wet clothes had the vessel been at the wharf, as I weigh more than 200 pounds, and, excited as they were, it was useless for them to try it there. 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Air that has been thoroughly laundered is good enough for breathing purposes, just the same as if there were no smoke inspec- tors. It is really as good as if brought from the mountains or some seaside resort, in the opinion of about 200 “hello” girls employed by the telephone company. The officers of the company are inclined to believe the same thing, judging from an economic instead of a hygienic point of view. These opinions have been formed as the result of the adop- tion of an ingenious method of ventilation for the operating room of the main office of the company. This system, so far as known, is not in operation elsewhere in this country, and its remarkable success is attracting much at- tention from architects and manufacturers, It has suggested an innovation in the con- struction of the big office buildings which may lead to a revolution in heating and ven- tilating systems. In its workings the system, which has been recently perfected by A. V. Abbott, chief engineer of the telephone company, re- sembled nothing more closely than a laun- dry. The air breathed by the little atmy of young women on the top floor of the build- ing is first washed, then dried, then heated or cooled, as the case demands, and finally, to carry out the comparison, it is pressed. The washing removes a wagon load of soot and dust and disease germs, the mere sight of which is enough to arouse wonder in the average man’s mind how he lives in the climate of Chicago. The drying removes every trace of mois- ture, the heating or cooling brings the air to just the right temperature, and the com- pression follows as a natural consequence of the introduction of several thousand cubic feet of air every minute into a big room almost hermetically sealed. It was to overcome conditions which seri- ously impaired the efficiency of the tele- phone company’s service that the present system of ventilation was devised. The delicate apparatus of the huge switchboard was in a constant state of disorder, owing to the dust and soot that entered the room. Subscribers were continually complaining that their telephones were out of order, as many as 400 complaints being on file in Gen- eral Manager Hibbard’s office at once. The trouble was not in the telephones, but in the operating room. In this room, feet, is a switchboard in which are 190,000 little holes, each hole representing four wires. When 2 subscriber asks for a con- nection with some other subscriber, the operator pushes a brass plug into one of the holes, which raises a delicate spring, known as a “jack.” The presence of a speck of dust or soot on one of these “jacks” renders a connection impossible, and then the sub- scriber complains. Pure, fresh air, always of the same tem- perature, now makes the operating room about the most desirable place to work in in Chicago. Down in the basement of the building is a big rotary fan that sucks in the air which the ordinary citizen is obliged to breathe. As the current enters the base- ment through a huge tube it passes into a tightly closed chamber, in which a rain- storm is constantly raging. This condition is effected by three rows of small nozzles or atomizers, which discharge a perfect cloud of spray and remove every particle of dirt from the air. The dirt passes off into a well, while the air is whirled through a battery of spiral tubes. The twisting motion, or centrifugal force, removes the last trace of moisture from the air, and it then passes into another cham- ber, where it is heated in the winter or cooled with ice in the summer. Then the current is directed upward trough a shaft that leads to the top floor of the building and into the operating room. Every window in the operating room is tightly closed and sealed around the edges, while double doors make it necessary for one to enter the room through what constitutes an air-locked passage. The supply is forced through vents, or registers, opening through the ceiling from a tube that runs around the room. It is compressed air, although its density is so slight as to be almost inappreciable. Every three minutes the air is completely changed, the supply being calculated at 10,- 000 cubic feet a minute. oo HER OWN MISTRESS, At the Head of a House, if Its Only Two Rooms. From the Philadelphia Press. “If I were livng my life over,” said an unmarried woman of fifty the other day, “when I reached the age of twenty-five I should ask my father to give me one of his iittle houses, cf which he owned a good many, and let me go and live in it. When a girl grows into a woman her instinct leads her to long to be at the head of her own home whether she is married or un- married. To be absolute mistress, even of a single room in a lodging house, after a day of toil is often better to her than to be under the absolute contro! of her parents in a comfortable home, and this, even though there may be the tenderest love be- tween them. Few mothers at least ever quite outgrow a sense of arbitrary pro- prietorship in their daughters, and few daughters between the ages of twenty-five and forty can be thoroughly contented in any home of which they are not mistress, however patiently and nobly they may con- ceal their feelings. After forty they are often so tired as to be glad to be relieved of all responsibility.” (Copyright, 1806, by tector Johnson & Bacheller.) .PART I. , The train which brgught young Ramsey into Red Rock arrived about 8 o'clock of a dark day. The néxt “morning he confided to the landlord his: plan of finding a fore- man’s position on a stock farm. “Well, I dunno; there are such places, but they're always snapped up ’fore you can say Jack Robfttson.” > “Well, I'm going’ tajgive it’a good try,” the young fellow said, bravely. “That’s right. If| T was you I'd go out and see some of those reel estate fellers; they most always know what's going on.” “That's a good idea, much obliged. I'll tackle ‘em at once.” The next forenoon he made his first at- tempt. He had determined on his speech, and he went into the first office with his song on his lips. “I’m looking for a place on’a dairy farm; I've had five. years’ practical experience, and am a graduate of —— Agricultural College. I'm after the position of book- keeper and foreman.” The man looked at him grayely. “You're aiming pretty high, young feller, for this country. There are plenty of chances to wcrk, punching cattle, but I don’t think chances are good for a foreman’s place.” He was a kindly man, and repented when he saw how young Ramsey's face fell. “However, I'lb give you some names of pecple to hire.”” Following these clews Ramsey made long walks into the country, toiling’ from ranch to ranch over the dun-colored, lonely hills. He was returning late one afternoon from one of these fruitless journeys. It was one of those strange days that come in all sea- sons at that aliitude. The ais’ was full of suspended mist—it did not rain, the road was almost dry under foot—and yet this all pervasive mbisture seemed soaking every- thing. It was a cloud, for this whole land was a mountain top. He sat down upon a little hummock to rest, for his feet ached with the long stretches of ‘hilly road. The larks cried to him out of the mist, with their piercing, sweet notes, cheerful and undaunted ever. There was a sudden lighting up of the day, as if the lark’s song had shot the mist with silver light. As he rose and started on with painful slowness, he heard the sound of horses’ hoofs behind him, and a man in a yellow cart came out of the gray obscurity. Arthur stepped aside to let him pass, but he could not help limping a little more markedly as the man looked at him, The man seemed to understand. “Wilk you ride?” he asked. Arthur glanced at him and nodded with- out speaking. The stranger was a_fine- looking man, with a military cut of beard getting gray. His face was ruddy and smiling. “Thank you, I'am rather tired,” Arthur said, as he settled into the seat. “I guess T'll_have to own up, I'm about played out.” “I thought you looked footsore. I'm enough of a western man to feel mean when I pass a man on the road. A foot- Inan can get very tired on these stretches of ours. “I've tramped about forty miles today, I guess. I’m trying-ta find some..work to do,” he added in desperate confidence. “Is that so? What kind of work? “Weil, I wanted; to. get a place as fore- man on a ranch.” “I'm afraid that’s too much to expect.” Arthur sighed. “Yes, I suppose it is. If I'd known as much ‘two weeks ago as I do now, I wouldi't here.”” “Oh, don't Kel scouraged, there's plenty of work to do. I can give you some- thing to do on my ranch.” « “Well, I've come to the conclusion that there is nothing here ‘for me but the place of a common hand, so if you can give me anything——" “Oh, yes; I can give you something to do in my garden. Perhaps something het- ter will open up later. Where are you staying?” he asked, as they neared town. Arthur told him, ang, the man, drove him down to his hotel. “fd like to hav call at my office ‘tombrrow ‘morning;* my partner does mostiof the hiring. I've been living in Denver. ‘Here's my card.” After he had driven away the listening landlord broke forth: “You're in_ luck, Cap. If you get a place with Maj. Thayer you're fixed.” “Who is he, anyhow?” “Who isthe? Why he owns all the land up the creek, and has banks all over Colorado.” “Is that so?” Arthur was delighted. Of course it was only a common hand's place, but here was the vista he had looked for—here was the chance! When hé entered the office next day, however, the major merely nodded at him over the railing and said: “Take a seat, please.” He seemed deeply engaged with a tall young man of about thirty-live years of age, with a rugged, smooth-shaven face. The young man spoke with a marked Eng- lish accent, and there was a quality in his manner of speech which appealed very strongly to Arthur, “Confeound the fellow,” he was saying, “Y've discharged him. I cawn't re-engage him, ye kneow! We cawn’t have a man abeout who gets drunk, y’ kneow—it’s bloody provoking, majah.” “But the poor fellow’s family, Saulls- bury.” “Oh, hang the fellow’s family,”” laughed Saulisbury. “We are not a poor house, y’ kneow—or a house for inebriate: The major laughed. “Weil, I can’t turn Jackson off, even for you.” “Well, deon’t do it, then—only if he gets drunk agine and drops a maich into the He heard the major calliag as he went dowp the stairs. 5 a milk can, fancy! and blows us all up, deon’t all.” come back on me, th They both laughed at th said: “This is the young M: —' nd the major an I told you Ramsey, this’ is my partner, Mr. isbury.”” Z < “How de do,” satd Saulis with a nod anda glance, which made Arthur hot with wrath, coming as if did after the talk he had heard. Saulisbury did not take the trouble to rise. . Arthur was not thick-skinned, and he had He choked with his rage and stood silent, while Saulisbury looked him over, and pass- good points as if he were a There was something in the lazy litt of his eyebrows which maddened Ar- thur, “He looks a decent young fellow enough; I suppose he'll do to try,” Saulisbury said at last, with cool indifference. heaven, you won’ Arthur burst “1 wouldn't work for you at any ” He turned on his heel and rushed out. He heard the major calling to him as he went down the stairs, but refused to turn back. The tears of impotent rage iilled his eyes. For the first time in his life he had been trampled upon, and could at ieast, he had not, struck his as- not, s he stood on the street corner think- ing of thgse things, and waiting for the mist of r »ass from his eyes, he felt and turned to see Maj. his side. tamsey, you mustn’t mind an infernal Englishman, and and our way of meetjng men. He didn’t mean anything.” Arthur looked down at him silently and there was a look in his eyes which went straight to the major’s heart. “ome, Ramsey, I want to give you a plac Never mind this! You will really be working for me, anyhow.” Saulisbury himself came down the stairs and approached them, and Arthur per- ceived for the first time that his eyes were blue and very good-natured. “I hope 1 haven't. done anything unpardonable,” he began—with his absent, rising inflection. Arthur flared up again. “I wouldn't work for a man like you if I starved. I’m no dog. You'll find an American citizen won't “You're like our own folks back in Illinois.” knuckle down to you, the way your Eng- lish peasants do. If you think you can come out here in the west and treat men hike dogs, you'll find yourself mightily mis- taken, that’s all!” The men exchanged glances. This vol- canic outburst amazed Saulisbury, but the major enjoyed it. It was excellent school- ing for his friend. “Well, work for me, Mr. Ramsey. Sam knuckles down to me on most questions. I hope I know how to treat my men. I’m trying to live up to tradition, anyway.” “You'll admit it is a tradition,” says Saulisbury, glad of a chance to sidle away. He cared nothing for the youth, but felt something was due his partner. The major laughed. “Now get into my cart, and we'll go out to the farm and look things over,” he said, and Arthur clambered in. “I*can't bla you very much.” the major continued after they were well set- tled. “I've been trying lately to get into harmonious relations with my employes, and I think I’m succeeding. I have a father and grandfather in shirt sleeves to start from and to refer back to, but Saulis- bury hasn't. He means well, but he can’t always hold himself in. He means to be democratic, but his blood betrays him.’’ Arthur soon lost the keen edge of bis grievance under the kindly chat of the major. The farm lay on either side of a small stream which ran among the buttes and green mesas of the foothills. Out to the left the kingly peak looked benignantly across the lesser heights that thrust their ambitious heads in the light. Cattle were feeding among the smooth, straw-colored or sage green hills. A cluster of farm buildings stood against an abrupt, cedar- splotched bluff, out of which a stream flowed and shortly fell into a large basin. The irrigation ditch pleased and in- terested Arthur, for it was the finest piece of work he had yet seen. It ran around the edge of the valley, discharging at its gates streams of water like. veins, which meshed the land, whereon men were work- ing among young plants. “I'l put you in charge of a team, I think,” the major said, after talking with the foreman, a big, red-haired man, who looked* at Arthur with his head thrown back and one eye shut. “Well, now you're safe, ac he got into his you.” Arthur knew and liked the foreman’s family at once. They were familiar types. At supper he told them of his plans, and how he came to be out there, and they came to feel a certain proprietorship in him at once. “Well, I'm glad you've come,” said Mrs. Richards, after their acquaintanceship had followed in a day or two. “You're like our own folks back in Tlinoi: Arthur winced a little at being classed in with her folks, and changed the subject One Sunday, a couple of weeks later, just as he was putting on his old clothes to Bo out and do his evening's chores, the ma- jor and a party of visitors came driving into the yard. Arthur came out to the car- riage, a little annoyed that these city peo- ple should not have come when he had on his Sunday clothes. The 1ajor greeted him pleasantly. “Good. evening, Ramsey. Just hitch the horses. will you? I want to show the ladies about a littl Arthur tied the horses to a post, and came back toward the major, expecting him to introduce the ladies, bui the major did not, and Mrs. Thayer iid not wait for an introduction, but said, with a peculiar, well-worn inflection: “Ramsey, I wish you'd stand between me and the hcrses. I'm as afraid as death of horses and cow ‘The rest laughed in musical uproar, but Arthur flushed hot. It was the tone En- glish people in plays and stories used in speaking to their butler, or coachman. He helped her down, however, with a sullen gir, for his rebellious heart seemed to fill his’ throat. The party moved ahead in a cloud of laughter. ‘The ladies were dainty as spring flowers: in their light, outdoor dresees. and they seemed to light up the barnyard. One of them made the most powerful im- pression upon Arthur. She was so dainty and so: bird-like. Her dress was quaint, with puffed sleeves, and bands, and edges of light green, like an April flower. Her narrow face was as swift as hght In its volatile changes, and her little chin dip- ped occasionally into the deep of her ruf- like a swallow into water. ment she made was sirange and sweet to see. She cried out in admiration of everything ard clapped her slender hands like a won- dering child. The others seemed to laugh y time they looked at her, she was so ely carried away by the’ strangeness of the farm. She admired the cows and the colts very put shivered prettily when the bul his yellow and black muzzle through 1 said the major, buggy, “so I'll leave thing! He 1 the major. young girl skipped and danced and her perfumed dr ow ings. nat- ural in_ her. with Isn't he savage?” vants some meal, that’s Arthur lo deep admiration and though Mrs. bury was talking iked Mrs. Saulisbury at once, though urally prejudiced st_her. She had evidently been a very handsome woman, but some cor ealed pain had made her face thin and wn, and one corner of her mouth was set in a slight fold as if by a of paraiysis. Her profile was very and her voice was that of a cultivated American. She seemed to be interested in Arthur, and she asked him a few questions, and ail her questions were intelligent. —— - Saulisbury amused himself by joking the girl, whom he called Edith. “This is the cow that gives the cream, y’ kneow, and this one is the buttermilk cow,” -he said, as they stood looking in at the barn door. Edith tipped her eager little face up at him. “Really?” The rest laughed again. “Which is the ice cream cow?” the young girl asked, to let them know that she was not to be fooled with. Saulisbury appealed to the major. “‘Majah, what have you done with our ice cream cow “She went dry during the winter,” said the major. “No demand on her; ‘supply regulated by the demand, you know. They drifted into the horse barn. “We're in Ramsey’s domain now,” said the major, looking at Arthur, who stood with his hand on the hip of one of the big gray horses. Edith turned and observed Arthur for the first time. A slight shock went through her sensitive nature, as if some faint proph- ecy of great storms came to her in the wid- ering gaze of his dark eyes. PART IL “Oh, do you drive the horses?” she asked, quickly. “Yes, for the present I am the plow- man,” he said, in the wish to iet her know he was not a common hand. Her eyes rested a moment longer on his sturdy tig ure and his beautifully bronzed skin, then she turned away. After they had driven away Arthur fin- ished his work in silence; he could hardly bring himself to speak to the horses, his mind was in such a tumult. He went up to his little room and sat down, facing the glorious mountains; and he sat there until the engulfing gloom of rising night climbed to the glittering crown of white, soaring 7,000 feet above the twink- ling lights of the city. He did not sze the mountains, his eyes only .turned toward them as a cat faces the light of a hearth; it helped him to think, somchow. He was naturally keen, sensitive and impressionable; his mind worked quickly, for he had read a great deal and held his reading at command. His thought concerned i if first of all with the attitude these people assumed toward him. It was perfectly evident that they regarded him as a creature of inferior sort. He was their servant. It made him turn hot toe think how ter- ribly this contrasted with the flamboyant phraseology of his graduating oration. He came back for relief to the face of the girl, the girl who looked at him with- out scorn. The impression she made on him was one of daintiness and Jight. Her eager face and her-sweet voice, alm childish in its thin quality, appealed to him with singular ferce. 4 She was strange to him, in accent and like; she was good and sweet, he felt sure of that, but she seemd so far away in her manner of thought. He wished he had been dressed a little better; his old hat troubled him especially. The girls he had known, even the dain- ‘tiest of them, could drive horses and were rot afraid cf cows. Their way of talking was generally ditect and candid, or had those familiar inflections which were alien to him. Was she a girl? Sometimes she seemed a woman—when her face sobered a moment— then again she seemed a child. It was th's change of expression that bewildered and fascinated him. Then her lips were so scarlet and her level brown eyebrows wavered about so beautifully. Sometimes one would arch and the other remain quiet; this gave a wonder- pr look of brightness and roguishness to her fa He came at last to the strangest thing of all; she had looked at him every time he spoke as if she were surprised at finding herself unable to understand him, He worked it all out at last. They al! looked upon him as belonging to the Ameri- can peasantry; he belonged to a lower world, a world of service. Saulisbury and Mrs. Thayer were per- fectly frank about it; they English standpoint. The mzjor and Mrs. Saulisbury had beon touched by the we: ern spirit and were trying to be just to him, with more or less patronization. As his thoughts ran or his fury came back and he hammered and groaned and cursed as be tossed to and fro on his bed, determine] to go back where the Ameri- can ideas still held. These spring days were days of growth to “Oh, do you drive the horses?” » asked, quickly. the young man. He grew older and more thoughtful and seldom joked with the other men. There came to the surface moods which he had not known befcre. There came times when his teeth set together like the clutch of a wolf, as some eiemental pas- sicn rose frcm the depths of his inherited nature. 3 His father had been a rather merose man, jealous of his rights, quick to anger, but just in his impulses. Arthur had inherited these stronger traits, but they had been cevered up by the smiling exterior of youth. z Edith came up nearly every day with the major in order to erjoy the air and beauty of the sunshine, and when she did not come neat enough to nod to Arthur life was a weary treadmill for the rest of the day and the mountains became mere stacks of gloomy debris. Sorretimes she sat on the porch with the children while Mrs. Richards, the fore- man’s wife, a hearty, talkative woman, plied -her with milk and cookies. “It must be heaven to live here and feed the chickens’and cows,” the young girly said one day when Arthur was passing by—) quite accidentally. Mrs. Richards took a seat, face on her apron. “Wal, I don’t know, about that, when it comes to waitin’ and. tendin’ on a mess of em; it don’t edgicate a feller much; Goes it, Art?” “We don’t do it for play, exactly,” he re- plied, takirig a seat on the porch steps and smiling up at Edith. “I can’t stand cows. I like horses, though. Of course, if I were foreman of the dairy that would be another thing.” The fiower-like girl looked down at him with a strange glance. Something rose in She studied, wiping her her heart that sobered her, Sometimes She Sat on the Porch With e Children. the clear brown of his face, and the white of his forehead, where his hat shielded it from the sun and wind. The spread of his strong neck and the cluich of his brown hands attracted her. How strong you look,” she said, mus- ingly. He laughed up at her in frank pleastre. “Well, I'm not cut here for my health ex- actly, although when I came here I was pretty tend I was just cut of college, in™ fact,” he said, glad of the chance to let her krow that he was not an ignorant working man. She looked up surprised and pleased. “Oh, you're a college man! I have two brothers at Yale. One of them plays halfback or shortstop or something. Of course, you played?” “Base ball? Yes, I was pitcher for "88." He heaved a sigh. He could not think of those blessed days without sorrow. “Oh, I didn’t mean base ball, I mean foot ball.” 2 ‘We don’t play that much in the west. go-in more for base ball; more science.” yh, I like foot ball best, it's so lively. I like to see them when they get all bunch- ed up, they look so funny, and then when some fellow gets the ball under his arma, and goes scooting around with the rest all jumping at him. Oh, oh, it's exciting!” She smiled and her teeth shone from her scarlet lips with a more familiar expression than he had seen on her face before. Some wall of reserve had melted away and they chatted on with growing freedom. “Well, Edith, are vou ready?” asked the major, coming up. Arthur sprang up as if he suddenly re- membered that he was a working man. Edith rose also. “Yes, all ready, uncle.”* “Well, we'll be going in a rainute. Mr. Ramsey, do you think that millet has got water enough?” “For thespresent, yes. The ground is not so dry as it looks. As they talked on about the farm Mrg Richards brought him out a glass of milk. Arthur, with nice calculation, unhitched the horse and brought it around, while the major was detained. “May I help you in, Miss Newell?” She gave him her hand with a frank ges- ture, and the major reached =he cart just as she was taking the lines from Arthur. “Are you coming?” she gaily cried, “if rot I'll drive home by myself.” “You mean you'd hold the lines.” “No, sir, I can drive, if I have a chance.”* “That's what the American girl is saying these days.” “Well, I'm going to begin right now and drive all the way home.” As they drove off she flashed a roguish glance back at Arthur, a smile which shad- owed swiftly into a look which had a cere tain appeal in it. He was very handsome in his working dress. All the rest of the day that look was with him. He could not understand it, theugh her mood while seaced upon the perch was perfectly comprehensible. The following Sunday morning he sad- dled up one of the horses and went down to church. He reasoned she would attend the Efiiscopal service, and he had the pleasure of seeing ker pass up the aisle, most exquisitely dressed. This feeling of pleasure was turned to sadness by sober second thought. Added to the prostration before his ideal, was the feeling that she belong@i to another world—a world of pleasure and wealth, world without work or worry. This feel- ing was strengthered by the avmosphere of the beautiful little church, fragrant with flowers, delicately shadowed, tremu- lous with music, He rode home in deep meditation—it was curious how subjective he was becoming. She had not seen him there, and his trip lacked so much of being a success. Life seemed hardly worth living as he took off his best suit and went out to feed the horses. The men soon ol ed the regularity of these Sunday excufsions, and the word was passed around that Arthur went down to see his girl, and they set themselves to find out who it was. They did not suspect that it was the major’s niece. It wes a keen and savage delight to see her, even at that distance. To get one look frcm her or to see her eyelashes fal] over her brown eyes paid him for all his trouble, and yet it left him hungrier at heart than befcre. Sometimes he got seated in such wise that he could see the fine line of her cheek and chin. He noticed also that her grow- ing color—the free life she lived in the face of the mountain winds was doing her good. Sometimes he went at night to the song service, and his rides home alone on the plain, with the shadowy mountains over there massed in the starlit sky, were most wonderful experiences. {Continued temorrow.) The Ultimate Test for Solomon, From the Ram's Horn. es Wonder if Solomon was ever made to feel small by having a child tions? AN IMPORTANT LETTE Which Establishes the Fact That Beanutifal City It has always been a disputed question Wa ington Helped to Lay Out This whether Gen. George Washington really had anything to do with the original plans of laying out and making the city of Washington the seat of government. The letter, however, found by Mr. O. O. Stealey in the British Museum in London last summer seems to conclusively settle that ques- tion. and that part of it referring to the capital J Xt elke a Alon Lt 1Ke. c22Die LMA The letter was written by Washington April 22, 1793, to Lord Earl of Buchan, city is given below in autugraphic form: Ai frnnsaetmee Faw 22, AAD TAS adrvah. ach cLrfaady ae Gni1l preat eileen ok Lez SL OSE Ze Doin cbr Goh. WS? Ge, aKa tS SPT Loa Dork