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| HEALTH IN OLD AGE, AN OLD WOMAN FINDS THR TRUE SOURCE OF VITALITY. A Reporter's Interesting Interview With a Lady of Seventy-two Years, Who Tells a Marvelous Story. From the Union, Port Jervis, N. Y. But a short time ago, in a distant part of the country, we heard of a cure by the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, which seemed almost marvelous, and more recently another substantial evidence of their value reached our ears. Being of an inquiring turn of mind, and wishing to know just how much there was in the story, a reporter was sent to interview the person said to be thus benefited. If the narrative as it had reached our ears was true, It was only simple justice to let it be known—if it proved untrue, it would be well to know it. The person alluded to above as having been thus greatly benefited by the use of Pink Pills is Mrs. Jane Hotalen, of Hainesville, N. J., a pleasant hamlet in Sussex County, about fifteen miles from this office. The reporter had no diffi- culty in finding Mrs. Hotalen. She is a pleasant-faced old lady, looking to be sixty-five, but is in reality seventy-two years of age. After a few preliminary remarks in explanation of the call she was asked if she had any objection to giving us the details of the case and how she came to try this now famous remedy. “Not at all,” said she. “If my expe- rience can be of any good to others, I am sure they are welcome to it—it can do me no harm.” “When were you taken sick and what was the nature of the malady?” “It was about two years ago. The trouble was rheumatic in character— sciatica, they called it—and it was very painful indeed. The difficulty began in my hip and extended the whole length of the limb, crippling me completely. a suffered intensely from it, and the or- dinary treatment gave me not the slightest alleviation. I was under treat- ment about a month as stated, but grew worse tmstead of better, and was fast be- coming discouraged.” at brought Pink Pills to your notice? ‘My son called my attention to an icle in a paper, in which it was stated that a Mr. Struble, of Branchville, a village in this county, had been greatly benefited by their use, and suggested that it would be a good plan to try them. But I was skeptical in regard to their value—in fact, I had no con- fidence in their efficacy, and_ rather Jaughed at the suggestion. But the trouble increased and I was badly crip- pled. A few days later my son was about to visit a neighboring town and suggested again that it might be well to try this much-talked-of remedy, and I then consented. He bought me a box of them, and I began taking them at once. At the end of a week I noted a marked improvement, and by the time 1 had taken the first box I was able to walk without a cane. I continued their use, taking several boxes, and am, as you see, in a very comfortable state of health.” “Have you had any return of the trouble?” “Not as yet, though at my time of life, seventy-two, it would net be sur- prising if I should have. If it comes I should at once begin the use of the pills. I suppose I inherit a tendency to troubles of this kind—my mother died from them.” “Did you ever note any ill effects from the use of Pink Pills?” “None whatever. They never dis- turbed my stomach in any way or caused me any annoyance. I am able, as you see, to attend to my own work. The reporter thanked Mrs. Hotalen for her courtesy and bade her gooc y. it is not often that one can wit- ess such a complete recovery from ich a pertinacious trouble at such an ivanced age, and such instances can- not fail to produce a profound impres- n. Readers of the Union may rely the absolute accuracy of all the atements here given — nothing has been exaggerated, nothing withheld. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills contain, in a condensed form, all the elements nec- « ry to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered ‘nerves. Pink Pills are sold by all deal- ers, or will be sent postpaid on receipt of price, by addressing Dr. Williams’ Med. Co., Schenectady, N. Y. Valuable Experience. When there is a sensational trial on in court lovely woman is greatly aided in her efforts to secure a front seat by long experience at the bargain counter, —Somerville Journal. Rutabagas for Fodder. it Is gratifying to see so many American srs putting thelr waste places or spare ands into rutabagas and turnips for early fall or long winter feeding. They are get- the Enropean idea of root crops. re the turnips and ratabagas are sown st as are almost all grains, and If not desired as roots, the foliage is used for green food. Just imagine the results of a twenty acre oat patch treated in this way Think of the tremendous amount of green fodder, magnificent fodder too,coming into y in hot August and September. attle fod, is worth almost as much as s gathered therefrom. Another god 1 is to sow rutabaga seed, especially the variety krown as Salzer’s, La Crosse, Wis. Mammoth Russian variety, or his’ Milk Globe turnip sort, at the rate of one half pound per acre, into the cornfield, just be- fore the last cultivation. This wil give you two good crops—one of corn, and the other of rots from the same land. One advantage of the rutabaga is that It can be sown at any time of the summer for green food, while a sowing the later part of Juiy is the best in northern states for big, sweet, juicy rots for winter storage and use. One at a Time. Clara—Does your intended know that son wear false teeth? Ella—I intend breaking it gently to him; I have already owned to one.— Lose Blatter. An aluminum boat for sportsmen’s use has been made; it weigs but 30 pounds, fs 14 feet long and will cary two people. DR. J. G. GRANT. Specialist. Eye, Ear, Nose and ‘fhroat. Syndicate Block, Minneapolis. 2 (Spectacles fitted.) It is said that the first restauramt on the lines that we know it today was start- ed at Paris in 1765 by a man rejoicing in the mcst appropriate name of Boulange. Hegeman’s Camphor Ice with Glycerine. The original and only genuine. Cures Hands and Face, Cold Sores, &e. C. G. Olark Go. ven, Ot, Piso’s Cure for Consumption has been a femily medicine with us since 1865.— J. BR. Madison, 2409 42nd. Ave., Chicago,IN. “What is you idea of an intellectual woman, Mrs. Outskirts?” “Well, she’s one who never gets out the hammock and hangs it up until af- ter her husband makes all the garden peds she bas mapped cut.”—Chicago Record. THE LIEDTENANT’S STORY It was dismal outside, for the rain fell unceasingly, but Mrs. Traynor's dainty drawing room looked the pict- ure of comfort that dreary evening. Isabella, Capt. Traynor’s beautiful young wife, was herself a picture worth looking at. She had been the reigning belle of her native city, be- fore marrying the most popular cap- tain in the navy, who, many years her senior, was very proud of his hand- some young wife, who was admired by everybody. The seaport town nad long been not- ed for its pretty girls and beantiful women, and Mrs. Traynor, too sure of her own popularity to feel jealous, was sure to have some of them with her. On this particular evening the captain had only just returned from his first er officers to help entertain his wife’s uests. They were scattered abovt the Foo, chatting gaily with the young ladies, and all of them more or less jealous of Lieut. Robert Brighton, who was the lion of the hour, because he ahd only just returned from his first long cruise, and being one of the for- tunate few who know just how to look and say the unutterable things that ‘are sure to make one a favorite with ‘the fair sex, they petted him until he was in a fair way of being spoiled, as he had rather a good opinion of him- self, and knew his own merits, in spite of pretended modesty. “Tell us something thrillingly excit- ing,” urged Belle Talby, flashing her ‘black eyes bewitchingly at the hand- some lieutenant. » ‘One of your own love stories would | be all that, no doubt,” said Cora Mc- Arthur, shaking her blonde head vic- iously, as she noticed: the glance re- turned by the wicked Bob to the black- eyed beauty. “I asked for a story first,” pouted Effie, “and we don’t want one of his | love stories, for we all have chance enough before the winter is over to see and hear plenty of our handsome lieu- | tenant’s affaires de coeur, won't we, THREE.) said the little tease, provok- ingly. “All right, then,” replied our young hero, unabashed at being the center of attraction. “I will tell you of an ad- venture we had just before we landed at Yokohama.’ “T shall tell you a story that is a mixture of adventure, in which fire, water, love, jealousy all figure promi’ nently. No, Miss Cora, it is not one of my own love affairs; I only wish it | were; but our lieutenant commander, Clayton Reid, is the hero of this tale, and as he modestly objects to talking of the matter as an act of bravery, I, for one, shall tell his story, although his reward was so great we all felt that he was paid for the pain he suf- fered in doing that which the rest of us were afraid to undertake. “He rescued a crippled old man and the most beautiful young girl I have ever seen, present company excepted, of course. She was a stunning beauty, though,” continued the lieutenant. “Her eyes alone were enough to take any man captive, and we all agreed that it was a shame that Reid should capture such a prize wken he was the least susceptible fellow among us; he in fact, considered a woman-hat- and he seemed to shun them upon every occasion; but he got bravely over that after he rescued the little princess, as we called her. “Capt. Lamond said that Reid had been one of the jolliest, best-liked fel- hows in the navy, until an unfortunate love affair, a few years ago, soured him so that he was like a different man, almost unapproachable to most people who came in contact with him. We were mighty glad of the change in him, although he coolly cut us all with- out an effort, while we were trying our best to win. That he was the bravest among us no one disputes, and that is why he is the hero of this tale of reck- less bravery.” “Whom did you say?” asked Mrs. Traynor, in a low voice, touching his arm gently. é “Lieutenant Commander Reid,” replied Bob, wondering at the look of intense jealousy on the fair face before him, as she asked the ques- tion. “What was this great act of bravery that the rest of you dared not do?” questioned Mrs. Traynor, eagerly, drawing nearer to the story-teller, as if she were afraid she might lose a word of the tale in which she seemed to take an unwonted interest. “T will tell you,” said the lieutenant. “Several miles out from our landing at Yokohama we discovered a small ship, which had run up the signal of dis- tress, and upon getting nearer, we could see that she was on fire. The wind was blowing a gale, and it was no easy matter to get within reach of the doomed vessel, but we made every effort to do so. The flames were grow- ing fierce, and there seemed no place where the swall boats could run close to her without danger of getting on fire. After maknig several attempts, the men declared the only way they could save the people who were crying for help, was to have them jump clear of the fire. and our boats could pick them up. were saved without being hurt, but they were badly frightened. “Thinkingg the last of the passengers and sailors were safely carried to the ship, we were horror-stricken to see, Clayton | on the upper deck of the vessel, a | white-haired old man, standing with his arm around the shoulders of a young girl. He seemeed to be urging her to jump and save herself, and she was as firmly refusing to move. One of the sailors whom we had picked up said, ‘Oh, that’s the captain and his daughter, Miss Aline. The captain broke his leg this morning, so he can’t jump, and the girl won’t leave him. They have no one else in this world; just them two,’ continued the sailor, ‘and they'll die game, for the young lady’s got plenty of pluck ,well as the captain,’ “Before the man had finished talk- ing Commander Reid had drawn his cap over his eyes and thundered an order to take him alongside the fated boat. “You can’t get to them now,’ the rest of us said. “T shall do it, or perish in the at- tempt. I shall save those people, at all . hazards,’ replied Reid, curtly. “Tam afraid your own life will pay the forfeit, my boy,’ the captain said, but he did not interfere with his lieu- tenant commander's orders. “7 shall not regret that, captain, for } came her it is not a life worth living, at best.” “The sailors dared not disobey, and pulled quickly as near the burning ves- sel as possible. “Putting on a heavy pair of leather gloves to protect his hands from the heat, Reid sprang like a cat from the prow of the boat, catching at the only place on the side of the vessel that was not enveloped in flames, where he could hold on to climb to the upper deck, which was not yet a prey to the fiery elements. Seizing the old cap- tain, whose strength was nearl ygone, our brave hero half-carried, half- dragged him to the only spot now left them for escape. “‘Tollow me,” he said to the plucky girl, who had faced death rather than leave her father to die alone. “Reaching the place where the small boats were hovering near as possible, he tied a rope securely around the cap- tain’s waist; then, calling to the men to catch him, he swung him clear of the flames, letting him drop into the waters below none too soon. It was hard lines for a man with a broken limb to be thus roughly dealt with, but it was that or roasting alive, and the captain was man enough to feel noth- ing but the gratitude due his rescuer. “J shall surely save your child, Ried said to the poor father, when he insisted upon his daughter being saved first, even if he had to be left to his fate. Taking the slender young form in his arms, the lieutenant made a | fearful leap, barely escaping the | scorching flames, which seemed like angry demons cheated of their prey. Down, down into the dark waters they | sank, closely clasped in each other’s | arms. | “The sailors and the half-crazed father were afraid they had only es- ecaped the cruel flames to find a grave in the angry sea, for it seemed a long | time before they arose to the surface | after the terrible leap for life. “At last they were seen by the eager watchers, who lost no time in | getting them into the boat and rowing | rapidly to the ship, where ready hands {helped to care for the sufferers. It | was not long before the surgeon had done his part. The old captain's leg | was set, and he was sleeping from | exhaustion. The daughter had been unconscious when they took her from | the commander’s arms, but she was unhurt, and was given a stateroom, where she was ordered by the doctor to get into bed while her wet clothing was dried and pressed, as there was | no possible chance to replenish her wardrobe until we landed, unless, like the new woman, she was willing to don masculine attire. “Until he had seen his charges well care for, Reid did not speak of his own sufferings, which must h: been al- most unbearable, as his hands and arms were so badly burned the ‘scars will never leave them entirely. He had been obliged to cling to the side of the vessel while on his errand of mercy, and did not dare to let go, even when the iron bands toek the skin off his hands, burning deep into the flesh. “We were all full of curiosity about the maiden, of whom we had only a | Slight glance before the matter-of-fact | doctor spirited her away. That one | glance was enough to show us that she was a beauty, and we all felt en- vious of Reid, who we declared would never appreciate the advantage he had as the man who had saved her life land that of her crippled father. “Our curiosity was not gratified un- | til the next morning, when she burst | upon our vision like a bright star, without a sign of the danger through which she had passed in the fight for life with fire and water, from which she had been rescued not a moment too soon by the brave man who be- hero from that hour. As she entered the cabin gracefully at ease, in spite of the fact that several pairs of eyes were glancing admiring- ly at her, we all arose to greet her, but passing us by until she reached Commander Reid, she took both of his poor, bandaged hands in her white palms, and raising the most glorious pair of eyes to his face, she feltered: ‘You saved my father’s life and mine. I thank you, oh, I do thonk you more than I can ever tell you, you brave, good man. I can never forget that we owe our lives to you; death seemed so terrible when we thought we must die, and we had given up all hope (with a shudder at the recollection) when you came to save us.’ “She and her father stayed with us until he was perfectly well, and it was a sad day when we had to part from our ‘Little Princess,’ who had been a jolly little tryant, I assure you. We were all her most obedient slaves, but our efforts to cut Reid out were fruitless, as she considered us only secondary considerations. “IT never saw a fellow change as Commander Ried did in that short time. He was full of fun, and the very essence of gallantry, outvying us in everything, from tender senti- ment to the brilliant repartee for which he became noted. told us that he had always been like that until the three years past, when, without giving any reason for it, he had become distant, cynical fellow we had found him. “<The Princess’ used to insist upon Most of them did this and ‘helping the surgeon dress his burned hands every day, and he was his de- yoted nurse until he was nearly well, then she tormented the life nearly out of him by flirting outrageously with the rest of us. 1 confess to having been one of the victims myself, and had quite a sharp wound from that quarter, but the little rascal only laughed at me when I told her so. Ried used to look savage when she made eyes at any of us, and I think she dearly loved to torment him, al- though they invariably made up after | the fashion of all lovers.” “Where is he now?’ asked Mrs. Traynor in a voice unlike her own. Bob turned quickly to look at her, as the firelight flashed brightly for an instant, showing the pale, set face, with eyes so full of jealous pain, they betrayed the secret she had so bravely and successfully hidden that no one had ever thought the life she was jeading was not the fullest happiness she had known. He remembered then | the faint whisper of how she had been madly in love with her young officer, whom she had afterward jilted, be- cause he was not rich enough to keep her in the luxuries she felt she could not live without, and now, at the last moment, she had given him up when the wealthy captain sought her in marriage, and as she had seemed very happy as his wife, the gossips had made up their minds that she had not cared for the young lieutenant, after soft, | The captain | Jal. Alas! poor Ysabella, after three J !long years of struggling to forget, Bob’s story had roused all the slumb- ering pain she had suffered in giving up love for wealth, and she was filled with the most intense hatred toward her rival, who had come into the life and heart she had ieft desolate by her desertion. She had thought it impos- sible that he should ever care for any voter woman in this world while she lived, even though she must be as one dead to him, and now, in @ mo- ment of passionate jealousy, she had betrayed her secret to Lieut. Brighton. The thought was iutclerable to her proud spirit, but Bob, with a chivalr- | ous desire to show that the unspoken confidence was sacred, quietly laid his hands on hers for an instant, as | he added: “Your secret is safe, my dear Lody Isabella,’ said he, gently raising her white hands to his lips. ‘You can trust to my honor that neither Clay- ton Ried nor any one else shall ¢ver know from me that our Captain’s wife is not the happiest, just as she is the most charming woman in the world.’ “‘You will tell me if you hear any further news from him, will you not?” | pleaded Isabella in a low voice, as she left the lieutenant to receive other guests who were just arriving. “‘Yes, surely,’ he replied, but he did not keep his word, for in less than a month from that time he re- ved a letter from Commander Ried, vhich read: | Richmond, Va., October 15, 1894. Lieut. Robert Brighton, U. 8. N. My Dear Bob: For the sake of the warm friendship between us during the eventful cruise from which we have just returned, I write to tell you of the coming event which will make me the happiest man in the- country. You may not know that soon after we landed I obtained leave of absence and started at once for old Virginia. I was welcomed right royally by the eaptain and sweetly, though sh his daughter, the “Little Princess.” I have been there ever since, and that I made good use of my time you will say when I tell you that when I leave I shall take with me the bonniest bride that ever the sun shone on— none other than Aline, only daughter of Capt. John Raymond, of Richmond, Va. Come down and act as best man for me. The captain and Aline send you a pressing invitation to their hospit- able home and several pretty girls will be here to help entertain you. Let us know when to expect you, at your earliest convenience. Regards to all old friends. Yours, as ever. Clayton B. Ried “‘\las, poor Lady Isabella,’ said the lientenant to himself as he finish- ed the commander's letter. ‘It is real- ly the best thing that could happen to her, but I'll be hanged if I can be the one to tell her,’ he added, as he carefully folded and put the missive y, knowing that to show it would add to the heart-ache and re- only morse of one fair woman who had suffered enough for the mistake she had made in believing anything can ever take te place of love.”—Celesti A. Pobbins in Philadelphit Times. Uncle Sam’s Unique Ram. A well-known French writer on naval affairs says that the “Ammen Ram,” the Katahdin, is a vessel that is sure to command more than usual interest among those who have to take thought for the fighting ships of the future, because she is protected from gun-fire in a manner which is almost perfect. This vessel, which is now lying at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, has been visited by many foreign naval ex- perts as well as by non-combatants, who go to see her out of mere curios- ity. The upper part of her hull, the deck, is convex in form, and when seh is at sea, with her green color, she will remind one of an immense whale | with a smokepipe protruding from its back. The French writer alluded to | says that a ship of form and construc- tion analogous to the Katahdin would | possess, at an equal speed, many and great advantages over the armored battle-ship of to-day, hampered with its enormous superstructures; she could not only inflict the most serious injuries upon her enemy with her great ram bow, but she could get suf- ficently near to a hostile vessel to | launch her torpedoes without danger from the enemy’s artillery. In trials | she has shown that when under way | her hull is so protected by the waves | as to be pi actically invulnerable; shell | might ricochet on her deck, but, ex- poding above that, they would probab- ly do little if any damage.—New York ‘Tribune. A Knitting Bag. To make a useful knitting bag, twist | two rounds of zine wire; a small one for the bottom of the bag and a much larger one for the top or shoulder. Stretch some effective colored silk— either striped or brocaded—from one ring to the other, allowing for the bag to be about ten by twelve inches in | length; sew securely to the wire rings, and here add frills of silk in a con- ‘trasting shade. The lower frill is | merely required to ornament the bag, and should be a couple of inches wide | finished with a twist of ribbon and a | big bow to hide the joints. The upper | frill is much more important as it | fashions the actual mouth of the bag, ‘and ghould be allowed quite six inches | deep. Fix one edge to the large ring, ‘and about two and one-half inches \from this insert a reeving string of brightly colored ribbon, which shall act as a draw-thread for opening and closing the reticule. The rest of the frill will stand up and form a dainty finish, while I would suggest that this frill be lined throughout with some delicate color. Yellow with white lin- ing, green with pink lining and helio- trope with lemon-colored lining, are leach and all dainty and effective, while ‘the material used for such bags may | be of any of the art colored brocades ! now so fashionable. Bags of the same | shape, but on a larger scale, could be | used for work sachets, or again, small opera bags to match the wearer’s gown, made in this style, would be effective and novel. pA Romie Fae Penalty of the Smoker. “George!” “Yes, dear.” “Why don’t you buy me one of those Havana wrappers that you were talk- ing to Mr. Smyth about last night?”— Chicago Record. ' ‘ Awarded Highest Honors—World’s Fair, ‘DR: paices BAKING POWDER + MOST PERFECT MADE. A pure Grape Cream of Tartar Powder. Free from Ammonia, Alum or any other adulterant, 40 YEARS THE STANDARD. In Mid@-Ocean. Passenger—Say, captain, how far are we still from land? Captain—About two nautical miles. Passenger—But we can’t see land pupmnete, In what direction does it ie? Captain—Straight below us.—Das Wippchen. A sinking fund. Of vital energy is easily and pleasantly replenishable. Hostetter’s Stomach Bit- ters is an invigorant without a peer, and will speedily infuse fresh stamina into an enfeebled physique. Besides this it averts and remedies malaria, and subdues bilious, Kidney, dyspeptic and rheumatic ailmeats. ‘The nervous derive great benefit from its use. Unknown. Tranquilletti went to the post office to call for registered letter. The clerk refused to give it him on the ground that Tranquilletti was not known to anybody. In the meantime a creditor walked in and attacked the poor fel- low. shouting: “Ah! I have got you at last, you rogue, you thief, you scamp, you villain!” “There, sir,” said Tranquilletti, turn- ing to the official, “here is a gentle- man who knows’ me quite well.”— Il Papagallo. Lettuces double the size of those zrowa in the ordirary way have been obtained by the new process of irrigating the soi! below the surface. If you are thinking of studying music do not fail to send for the Pros- pectus of the New England Conserva- tory of Music in Boston. This will ac- quaint you with the greatest and most perfect School of Music, Oratory and Modern Languages in America. The best is always the cheapest in the end and the charges are low when its ad- yvantags over other similar schools are cosidered. It haz been discovereé by two French scientists that most precious stones,such as the ruby, the sapphir> and the emerald, can readily be told from their ‘mitations by means of the Roentgen rays. Patents Isucd_ The following list of patents were Is- sued to northwestern inventors last week: Theodore Grutting, St. Paul, Electrical connection. Walter H. Bartel and W. A. Lewis, Portland,Ore., Rotary Air Vamp. Alex. J. Bluntach,’ Olivia, Minn. Shingle Planer. William J. Cranford, Spokane. Wasb Gate-hinge. Knute L. J. Frazer,Winona, Minn., Shingle planer. Frank Locke and D. Kenredy, Silver Crek, Min., Wiendmill, George D.McKay,, Minneapolis, Minn. Underwaist. John M. Palmer, Marysville, Mont., Tongs for turning pipes. Kugh M. Whitney, Mirneapolis, Minn. Bag Fas: 2ner. T. D. Merwin, Patent Lawyer, 910, 911, 912 Pioneer Press Bidg, St. Paul, Minn. Cruel Blow. “And are you really the gentleman who writes these funny things for the moming paper?” asked the ingenuious girl. “I am,” admitted the humorist, with as much modesty as he could assume. “Tere is one thing I would like to '| know. What makes you put the name of some other paper after the very fun- niest ones?’—Cincinnati Enquirer. Compliments Exchanged, A foolish young man who was walk- ! ing up the platform of one of the Lon- ‘ don termini looking for a carriage. He opened the door of one, and found it contained a woman and several small children, whereupon he exclaimed: “Oh, this must be the baby compart ment.” “Yes,” replied the indignant mother; “the monkey cage is further down.”~ Answers. FITS—All Fits stopped treevy Dr. Klin Nerve Kestorer. No Fitsafter te ors Marvelous cures. ‘Treatise and $2 Child's Logie. Aunt—Oscar, what dress did your mother put on to go to the ball? Oscar—A long, white, short dress. Aunt—Nonsense; it cannot have been both long and short. Oscar—Yes, Auntie, it was long al the bottom and short at the top. —lam. ilienblatt. That Pleasing Paralyzing Pie! How good it looks! How And how it hurts. Why not look into the question of Pill after Pie? Eat your pie and take Ayer’s § Pills after, and pie will please and not paralyze. AYER’S Cathartic Pills CURE DYSPEPSIA. Ts what you should give the children .. Haff their sickness is CAUSED BY WORMS. Ickapo olndi Worm No quality effort to give big quantity for little money. oS ton iat But once in a while it isn’t. For instance, there’s “BAT TLE AX.” The piece is than you ever saw before for se ae OP cvinc qua wei in this statement. Ee NS es se ee ee,