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+ ITM CURAE REPORTED OURE STANDS TEST OF FULL INVESTIGATION. A Former Victim of Locomotor Ataxia Now Free from Suffering and’ Actively at Work. *« Yos,’’ said Mr. Watkins to a reporter, “itis true that I have been cured of ataxia by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.”” Are you sure you had locomotor 12”? Besides I recognized the symptoms.”” *» What were they?’’ ‘Well, the first indications were a iffuess about the knee joints that came A few months after that appeared, my walk got to be uncertain, shaky-like. I lost confidence in my power to control the movements of my legs. Once, when I was in the cellar, I started to pick up two scuttles of coal, and my legs gave way suddenly, and I tumbled all in a heap in a basket. I couldn’t close my eyes and keep my balance to save my life. Then I had fearful pains over my whole body and I lost control over my kidneys and my s. Tiow about your general health?” «Sometimes I was so weak that I had p my bed and my weight fell off wouty pounds. Things looked pretty bad for me until I ran across a young man who had been cured by Dr. Wil- Hams’ Pink Pills and who advised me to try them.” Did these pills help you rightaway?” “{ didn’t see much improvement un- til I had used six boxes. The first bene- fir I noticed was a better circulation and a picking up in strength and weight. I gradually got confidence in my ability to direct the movements of my legs, and iu the course of seven or eight months ail the troubles had disappeared.” “Do you regard yourself as entirely well now?” «1 do the work of a well man at any rate. Ican close my eyes and stand up ali right and move about the same as other meu. The pains are all gone ex- cept an occasional twitch in the calves ofmy legs.”’ Mr. James H. Watkins resides at No. 72 Westerlo street, Albany,N.¥. Dr. Wil- liams’ Pink Pills can be obtained at any drug store. They should be used as soon as the first signs of locomotor ataxia ap- pear ina peculiar numbness of the feet. News From Venice. ge Ade recently heard that an old lady from the neighborhood down in indiana where he was born was in on a visit to a granddaughter. le thought that theater tickets > a fitting attention, and on ner es to her choice of plained that she had seen » “Merchant of Venice” over thirty ago, and had always had a desire to see it again. He ac- ly looked to it that her wish ified. ig the next da yhe asked her ne found that the performance red with the one of long ago. Well,” she replied, “Venice seems t e spruced up a right smart bit, Shylock is the same mean, grasping critter that he used to be.”— Harper’s Weekly. WORTH KNOWING. The average consumer of baking powder does not know that a reaction irs in the process of baking. Food prepared with a cream of tartar bak- ing powder does not contain any cream of tartar. A loaf of bread made from a quart of flour leavened with am of tartar baking powder contains y-five grains more of Rochelle Salts than is contained in one Seidlitz powder. Some eminent Boston physi- cians testified against the healthful- ness of Rochelle Salts. ‘Therefore, why should the consumer pay forty-five or fifty cents per pound he cream of tartar or Trust bak- powders when the best baking vder in the world can be made to ail at twenty-five cents per pound oc e price asked for Calumet Bakiag Powder) and leave a fair manufactur- er’s profit? The manufacturers of Calumet Bak- ing Powder have for years made a standing offer of One Thousand Dol- lars for any substance injurious to health found in food prepared from it. Bread made from Calumet Baking Powder is entirely free from Rochelle Salts, alum, lime or ammonia. Wild Ducks in Collision. Hunters returning from a trip to the Wabash river bottoms tack of this place report they witnessed an un- usual sight. The Nimrods saw two wild ducks flying in opposite direc- tions. TLe fowls collided, and one of them was instantly killed, while the other was so badly crippled that it was easily captured. Old hunters agree that the speed of a wild duck is something terrific, A wild duck will fly from 60 to 120 miles aun hour.—Owensville Correspondent Evansville Courier. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to to Northwestern Inventors. Reported .by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: James Col- grove, St. Cloud, Minn., potato digger; Benjamin Fowler, Minneapolis, Minn., rocking borse; Charles Miller, Minne- apolis, Minn., store service apparatus; Orville Rice, Sioux Falls, S. D., mop head and wringer; Franklin Stout, Baltic, S. D., draft equalizer; Charles ‘Wyman, Anoka, Minn., vehicle run- ning gear; Nils Zetterlund, Duluth, Minn., cable hanger. As It Sometimes Happens. “Yes, they were married in haste.” “And repented at leisure, eh?” “No; they repented almost immedi- ately.”—Louisville Courier Journal, CHAPTER XII1.—(Continued). A skull grinned hideously from a vi- sarless helmlet on this sad heap of out- raged mortality. “Oh, great heaven!” cried Helen, as her eyes took in those revolting shapes. “Must we hide in this fearful place?” “Courage! patience!” said the clear and encouraging voice of her lover, as he supported her shuddering form with his left arm. “We are not to re- main here.” “Thank God!” said Helen, heartily. "We are now many feet below the level of your late prison, dear Helen. It will lead us to a cavern of some size, and from that cavern leads a pas- sage through the solid rock to a small ledge that juts from the face of Dun Aengus cliff, and overlooks the sea a hundred feet below. Come, fear nothing. Follow me. Very often we must go upon our hands and knees.” Helen followed Clarence into the passage, silently praying Heaven to soon rescue her lover and herself from their many perils. On arriving in the cavern of which Clarence had spoken, Helen found that, though not so large in area as the dungeon, it was much more lofty in its space from the floor to the roof, of solid rock, both dry and clean, with a fresh and invigorating smell of sea air about it. “Were it day and the sun shining,” remarked Clarence, holding the lamp aloft, you could clearly distinguish even small objects about you. You see those dark-looking fissures in the wall and roof on this side? Well, though they are long crevices too narrow for you to pass through them, they let in daylight broadly in the daytime. There is, doubtless, a vast scoop in the face of the cliff, or an immense fissure, which permits the light to enter here. Yet, to reach the face of the cliff, we must enter this small passage, and fol- lowing on our hands and knees its windings till it leads to a small cave which opens upon the narrow and short jutting ledge of rock of which I spoke.” “And how found you this wonderful place, dear Clarence?” “By accident—by climbing the face of the cliff, yesterday, ignorant then that my boat had been wrecked among the rocks at the base of Dun Aengus cliff. But I will tell you of that an- other time. You are not afraid to re- main here alone for an hour—” “Ah!” cried Helen, in alarm. “Perhaps not so long—but I must re- visit the building above. See—I brought two lamps, so that you need not be in the dark.” “But why go back, dear Clarence?” “Ah, we may have to remain here for several days, and though I swept into the basket all the food that was on the tray in your room, there is not enough to serve even you for one hearty meal. After those above shall discover that you have escaped, it will not be so easy for me to do that which I can readily do now.” “Dear Clarence, I yield to your guid- ance in everything,” said the warm- hearted girl. “But oh, be very care- ful.” . “Shall I not, when I remember your peril if aught befall me,” replied Clar- ence. And warmly embracing her, he took up one of the iamps and was soon lost to her sight. He made haste to ascend to the old closet room, and he was soon in the old dwelling again—for the iron door of the dungeon was no longer an obsta- cle to his progress; though when he first entered that dungeon on the pre- ceding day that door had delayed his ascent from the sea. Noiseless of foot and wary of eye and ear, he first made sure that Bash- fort still slept, and then that the Os- reds were still asleep. He found all three in profound sium- ber. He then found a large basket or hamper in the kitchen, and this he filled with provisions and bottles of wine and bottles of water. He also placed in the basket a large flask of oil for his lamp, and several candles which he found among the ample stores provided by Bashfort. Peering down through the cobweb festoons, the sorcerer, with a sneer of exultation on his thin lips, watched in ghoul-like silence and grimness the movements of Helen’s lover, ' “Ha! I play with him as a cat plays with a mouse!” thought Sosia. “His heart is under my claws! I can rend and tear it when I wish. No Osred, no De Lavet shall wed that beautiful girl, who to me looks so much as Rache. Allenstone used to look! No! I will make her my wife!—mine—Zeno So- sia’s! Oh! I first intended this man Wilfred Osred should wed her, that your heart might be torn, broken, lac- erated!” he mentally added, as he glared hatefully at the young man be- low. “But now I think it will be sweeter vengeance to make your dar- ing and wit minister to your own de- spair. Sweet vengeance ,too, on her haughty mother, Lady Ida, who scorn- ed my suit, years ago, even as Rachel Allenstone scorned it.” These refiections of the vindictive and malignant man are sufficient to explain why Sosia had said to Lord The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK, Giles “I hate Lady Ida Beauclair bitter- ly.” He might truly say the same of ev- ery man, woman and child that had ever given him offense, purposely or accidentally, for there was the venom of a thousand vipers and a million scorpions in every throb of his heart. Having filled his hamper till it would hold no more, Clarence carried it to the closet room above, left it there, and returned to the opening above Helen’s late prison. Again he descended into that room and made up two great bundles from the clothing of Helen's bed. Martha lay upon the floor in the very posture in which she had fallen from the chair when Helen tugged vainly at the key—and the key was still in Martha’s rigid jaws. Clarence found Helen’s bridal veil and a few other articles which she had worn, and these he thrust into his bosom. Tying cords to his two great bun- dles, he ascended into the room above, drew the bundles up after him, and carried them; one by one, to where he had left the hamper of provisions. He then desgended to the ground floor, looked in again at sleeping Bash- fort and the Osreds, but pistol and sword in hand, for be was resolved to make sure of every waking foe. He then cautiously unlocked the main door to the ground floor—the key was in the lock on the inside and he had no difficulty in doing so—and crossed the yard till he passed the three walls above described, and halt- ed only when upon the very verge of the cliff. Far away in the eastern horizon he beheld the first grayness of approach- ing dawn, and far below him he heard the sobbing of the serges, as they roll- ed heavily among the rocks at the base of Dun Aengus cliff. “They must be led to believe that she was still delirious when she es- caped from that room,” he muttered, “and that she sprang from the cliff into the sea.” As he muttered these words he took from his bosom one of Helen’s white satin slippers, and placing a heavy stone just on the verge of the cliff, he thrust the toe of the slipper under the stone with only sufficient force to keep the wind from blowing it away, the toe directed seaward. Over the verge of the cliff he let fall Helen’s handkerchief, made weighty with a small stone; and it fluttered straight down till it lodged upon a shelf of rock which jutted from the face of the cliff, less than a hundred feet below the verge. On the cliff he left also one of the pillows of Helen’s bed, so arranged that it would not be blown away, and then returned toward the dwelling. Just within the archway of the first wall he left Helen’s other slipper; near the second wall her faded bridal wreath, and near the third gateway her veil and a blanket. He then re-entered the building, leaving the hall door unlocked and wide open, and returning to the trap- door on the second floor, lifted the trap, rolled the two bundies into the opening, saw them go rolling and pounding down the = spiral stairway with noiseless swiftness; then descend- ed with his hamper of provisions, and softly closed the heavy trap door after him. Nor was it long before he had all this most justifiable plunder of his enemies spread before the admiring eyes of Helen, though he was obliged to make two returns to the foot of the spiral stairway ere all his spoil was in the cave. CHAPTER XIV. The Lovers in the Cave. “Ah, how thoughtful you are for my comfort, dear Clarence! and what ter- rible risks you have dared for my sake!” exclaimed Helen Beauclair. as her lover arranged a place for her to sleep, in a niche in the cave behind a great tongue of rock which jutted from the wall. “Ah, are you ill?” she add- ed, in alarm, as she saw him reel, press his hands upon his eyes and lean against the wall. + “Oh, heaven! are you very ill, dear Clarence,” she cried, rushing to him. “A vertigo, from want of sleep, dear Helen,” he replied; and overcome at last by utter exhaustioon, he sank down upon the rocky floor like a mai, in a swoon. “Oh, God! if dear Clarence were to die!” moaned Helen, aghast at the seeming unconsciousness of her lover. He said he had not slept for three days. Does he sleep now, or is he dy- ing? Speak, if but one word, dear Clarence!” she cried, as she knelt at his side. “TI need only sleep, dear Helen,” he said, in a faint voice and trying to smile. “That and nothing more—yes, something under my head.’ Helen would have pillowed his head upon her bosom, but he frowned and said faintly, as he made a weak ges- ture toward the rude couch he had ex- Y + for her: senee “No, you must sleep, too—there! We are safe for a time.” And with these words the oblivion of profound sleep seized all his faculties. Helen placed a blanket in a roll un- der his head, and feeling the need of repose for herself, at last reluctantly left his side and reposed upon that couch which his devoted care had pro- vided for her. An hour passed, and the lamp which Helen had left burning in the center of the cavern floor grew pale in its flame, as the light of day stole more and more into the cavern through those fissures below, because of a deep and wide cleft which was upon the face of the cliff—this great cleft being not many feet above that small ledge which jutted out like a lip from the face of the cliff, just where Clar- ence had entered the winding passages that led to this cave in which the loy- ers now slept. An hour passed; and then, from be- hind the great flat rock, which ieaned quite steeply aslant against one side of the cavern, peered out the face of the sorcerer. This flat rock, which was a great siab, ten feet long, eight feet wide and afoot thick, tad doubtless at one time formed part of the cavern wall on that side, and been split off by some con- vulsion of nature, or by its own weight, and had fallen down upon one of its long edges, so as to leave a space of about three feet between the bottom of this ledge and that part of the cavern wall against which its top edge rest- ed. Clarence had not looked behind this slab, nor suspected that any entrance to the cavern existed behind it. If he had crept in under this slab, he would have discovered that there was a pas sage into the cavern wall, two feet wide and three feet high at its termin- ation behind the slab; and that this passage, if followed, led’ to that exca- yation from which Sosia had glided into the well shaft. The face of the sorcerer appeared slcwly and noiselessly from behind the leaning slab at that end of it towara the tongue of rock behind which Helen was sleeping. At first he could see only the pros- trate and slumbering form of Clarence Darrell. “They sleep!” he muttered, crawling slowly from behind the slab. “I heard her say that he had not slept for three days. He will sleep, then, as if drug- ged; and she will sleep deeply, too, for hours. Well, let them sleep, the darling innocents!” He crawled into the cavern, and rose slowly to his feet, glided in his slippers of fur to where Helen slept, and gazed at her. (To Be Continued.) A Typical French Child. Let me take Felice Boulanger (which isn’t her name) as a_ typical French child of my experience, gain- ed after nearly three years’ residence in France. She is one of five children, ranging in age from her brother of 16 to the youngest girl of 6. Felice has a skin like the sheen of a pearl (which is marvelous, considering the amount of indigestible food which she bolts five times a day); big, deer-like eyes, long- jashed; daintily shaped but seldom clean hands; a thin, rasping and petu- Jent voice, even in her merriest mood, and a physique like that of a starved and homeless cat—narrow chested, spider-legged and staminaless general- ly. Yet she seems full of vitality— nervous, irritable vitality—eats as much food as an English navvy, and certainly has, as my American lady friend says, “heaps of sense.” But to see the child eating is painful, though interesting in a way. An Englsh girl of 11 years, like Fe- lice,, would be sent to bed at, say, 9 o’clock. Felice and her type and her younger sister sit down to dinner at 6:30 p. m. and stay up until 11 or lat- er, listeaing to the conversation of their elders.—London Mail. IT EXPATRIATES TARKINGTON. Anti-Cigarette Law Wil! Drive “The Gentleman From Indiana.” “The new anti-cigarette smoking law in Indiana,” said a government official from the Hoosier state, “will outlaw Booth Tarkington from his na- tive state. I know of nobody more thoroughly addicted to the cigarette habit than the famous Indiana novel- ist. He is simply lost without a ‘cof- fin tack’ between his lips. I don’t be- lieve he could live if deprived of the pleasure of smoking, so it will be out of the question for him to return to Indiana during the enforcement of the new law. The statute makes it a mis- demeanor for a person to smoke a ci- garette, to have-one of these articles on his person, or even to be in pos- session of the ‘makes.’ It is the most drastic anti-cigarette law ever enact- ed, and Gov. Hanley says he proposes to see that it is rigidly enforced.” Booth Tarkington is now in New York, negotiating with his publishers in regard to some literary work, and if the law is not repealed, or declared unconstitutional, the novelist will be compelled to seek a home in some state where the cigarette is not ta- pbooed.—Brooklyn Eagle. Finnigan’s Finalities. Th’ mon with th’ chronic suspicion has th’ widdy’s cruise av ile bate a mile whin ut comes t’ ka-apin’ up a constant supply av somethin ’out av nothin’. ‘Whin some min come t’ collect their thoughts they find they have mighty few outstandin’ accounts. Most min wa-ait till they think they’s somebody lookin’ befure they begin t’ pla-ay injured innycense. STORY OF “DEAN’ KINDNESS. | How Jefferson Gave a Treat to a Shut-In. At the Drexel institute one recent afternoon a: group of people recalled a very charming incident in which the recently deceased actor, Joe Jeffer- son, acted a kindly part a few years ago, Says the Philadelphia Record. President McAlister had introduced Mr. Jefferson, who had made his ad- dress to the students, and was about to leave, when the doctor told him how delighted a certain art student would be if she could meet him. This girl was brought every day in her roll- er chair and had been a shut-in up to that time. The veteran actor was delighted. So was the girl. He talked, and talked well, and she listened. In the course of the conversation he learned that not only had she nev- er seen him act, but that she never had been to a theater, and didn’t think it possible to go. That was enough for Joe Jefferson. It was arranged in less time than it takes to tell it to have her brought to the stage door ten minutes before the raising of the curtain that evening. When she was brought to that door, around which clings so much mystery, she was met by “Rip” himself in his quaint make-up, just as he has been received thousands of times by ap- plauding audiences. Throughout the performance the girl in her roller chair remained a charmed listener at one side of the stage. IS NATION OF CHAUFFEURS. Every Boy in France Will Soon Be Familiar With the Machine. The French nation so closely guards her supremacy in the motor world that plans are being made so that every French boy will be made fam- iliar with the operation and principles involved in the construction of the @utomobile, says the Philadelphia Record. A course of instruction is be ing arranged for introduction into the public schools. There are a number of technical schools where the details of antomobile instructions are impart: ed to those who desire such knowl edge. It is said that no city in the world gives the same encouragement to auto- mobiling as Paris. It has been decid- ed that ali the public hospitals shall be equipped with self-propelled ambu- lances and a very speedy car has been ordered to be attached to the munici- pal laboratory, where all the bombs found on the streets of that city shall be taken for investigation and des- truction. Might Have Been Worse. Notwithstanding her tender years, Catharine's characteristics are in evi- dence; and the most pronounced of them all is the unfailing tendency, in the most harrowing situations, to look on the bright side. On one occasion, having got hold of a hammer, she ambitiously en- deavored to drive a tack into the wall, on which to hang her doll’s hat. Af- ter repeated failures to hit the trouble- some tack by clutching the hammer in both fat hands and thus delivering a terrific blow, she next tried holding the tack in one ‘hand and dealing a less powerful stroke with the hammer in the other hand. The result of this experiment brought the whole family running to the nursery. After the damaged finger had been bathed and kissed and bandaged, in the midst of various consolations and commiserations, Catherine’s tears be- gan to stop and her philosophy to rise. “It don’t hurt so awful bad now, mama. ‘Sides, when my finger got hit, [ was jus’ holdin’ the hammer in only one han’—an’ jus’ s’pose I'd been strikin’ with both hands!” Tobacco in Olden Times. Master Prynne, the weak, well- meaning puritan. who is 1633 wrote an attack upon the stage, tells us that in his day tobacco pipes were offered to ladies at the theater in lieu of apples between the acts. A French traveler, M. Torevin de Rochefort, who published his journal in 1677, confirms this by telling us that he found smoking a general custom in England, as well among women as among men. Both sexes, he adds, held that life without tobacco would be in- tolerable, “because they say it dissi- pates the evil humors of the brain.” When ladies stopped smoking they took to snuff. Women of quality about a century ago would not stir without their snuffboxes—beautiful enameled receptacies of perfumed midil rappee. Lord Bolingbroke said of Queen Anne and her grace of Marlborough: “The nation is governed by a pair of snuff- ers; no wonder the light of its glory is extinguished!” Call of the Wild. The bee in the clover, The bird in the tree, Are happy and laughin’ As loud as can be. An’ I'm here a-workin’, An’, doggone it all! The meadows and bayous Are givin’ their call. ‘ The meadows are callin’: “The plover is here! The bayou's are callin’ “Our waters are clear.” An’, doggone it all! I could get just a day And could hike out and fish! Could hike out and fish ‘Where bayous are wide, And where trout are waiting Down deep in their tide; Or, I'd love to hie Beneath a wide tree, The lazy bird’s brother, The chum of the vee! The bird’s brother, y The chum of the bee; The bee sleeps all winter An’ that ‘ud suit me; The bird a twig in the spring, ing hops The first thi aa vist er th there an’ sing. ut jus’ ere! s q e —Houston Post. ITHINK OF IT! This Pretty Matron Had Headache and Backache and Her Condition Was. Serious. PE-RU-NA CURED MRS. M. BRICKNER. 99 Eleventh Street, Milwaukee, Wis. “A short time ago I found my con- dition very serious. I had headaches, pains in the back, and frequent dizzy spells which grew worse every month. I tried two remedies before Peruna, and was discouraged when I took the first dose, but my courage soon re- turned. In less than two months my health was restored.”’—Mrs. M. Brickner. The reason of so many failures to cure cases similar to the above is the fact that dis- eases peculiar to the female sex are not common- being caused by FEMALE TROUBLE NOT RECOGNIZED AS CATARR ly recognized as eatarrh. Catarrh of one organ is exactly the same as catarrh of any other organ. What will cure catarrh of the head will also cure catarrh of the pelvic organs. Peruna cures these cases simply because it cures the catarrh. If you have catarrh write at once to Dr. Hartman, giving a full statement of your case, and he will be pleased to give you his valuable advice gratis. Address Dr. Hartman, President of The Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, 0. Got Worse Every Minute. James Whitcomb Riley tells of an ancient maiden lady who, while a wit- ness in court, was asked her age. She became embarrassed, hesitated, and asked if it were necessary to give it. The judge told her that it was, but still she was reluctant. At last, at the ad- monition of the judge, she said: “I am—that is, I was—” and again she broke down. “Madam, hurry up,” said the impatient judge; “every min- ute makes it worse, you know.”—Bos- ton Traveler. the seat of th vutional digea: internal remedi ‘order to cure ity ._ Hall's Catarrh Cure fa taken in- ternally, and directly on the blood and macous surfaces. Hall's Catarrh Cure is not a quack medi cine. Itwas prescribed by one of the best physicians Jn this country for years and {s aregular prescription It te composed of the best tonics known, combined Ww e ra, acting directly on the combination of the testimontals, free. F.J GHENEY & CO., Props., Toledo. O. Dru all's 100d P two ingrediente suits in curing catarrh. Send f/ Sold by Take 1sts, price 75c. ‘a:niiy PYlls for consttpation, President for a Day. In learning the list of presidents from Washington to Roosevelt one name ig always omitted. Daniel Rice Atchison was at the head of the gow ernment between the terms of Polk and Taylor. Atchison was president of the senate, and when Palk’s term expired, on March 4, 1849, it was Sun- lay neon. Zachary Taylor did not like to begin ‘business on Sunday, so there were twenty-four hours to be taken care of by somebody. Mr. Atch- ison did it in a Pinch, Use ALLEN’S FOOT-EASE, A powder. It cures painful, smarting, ner» ous feet and ingrowing nails. It’s the greatest comfort discovery of the Makes new shoes easy. A certain cure sweating feet. Sold by all druggists, 25c. ‘Trial package FREE. Address A. & Olmsted, Le Roy, N. Y. Will Let Him Know Later. “I have a question for you,” said the bashful young man. “Turn it loose?” replied the fair one, as she shifted her chocolate from one cheek to the other. “Tf, said the B. Y. M., “you thought of another fellow what you think of me, would you marry him?” “When the other fellow asks me,” answered the fair chocolate chewer, “T’ll let you know by post card.” Piso's Cure is the best medicine we ever used for ali affections of the throat and lungs. —-Wm O. EnpsLEy, Vanburen, Ind., Feb. 10, 1900. Maybe it was one of the “gray wolves of the senate” that ate up Red Riding Hood’s grandma. Water on the brain is calculated to quench the fire of genius. Dr. David Ken: sexes an 3 Fa Liver complaint, and allages. Cures ” ‘the blood. 61 all Justice often becomes so drowsy, that it nods upon the bench. The surest harbinger of war is & peace congress. ‘Sammatioa, allays, cures wind. ‘Bo: Knowledge in the heads of most men is but the brains of others. Hua Tees a SE aa Lae ai icch street Pahsdelgele ae The broken shields we throw away are often the units of our woes, oe ae td Y | me an v* — Py: