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YOUNG FOLKS. Brother Ned. Oi brother Ned, when three years old, This very funny yarn is told : One night I took him out with me The pretty harvest moon to see. But when I brought him into bedâ€"- "Me want see moon again," he said, Again we went into the night, A cloud had hid the moon from sight. “The moon is gone, you see," I said, ' “And yes must come in and go tobed." Said little Ned, with sob and pout, "New, sister Alice, voc atowxn 1r curl” OLIEDZâ€"QDANDA. Olinda Quanda was one of the mightiest fairies of the forest. Her castle, which was built of pure gold, with windows in it of the rarest and most brilliant of diamonds, was hidden beneath the noisy waves of the stream. Here. underneath the water’s eur- faoe, Olinda Quanda lived among a large number of other fairies, who all of them were servants. Only once a year would Olinda Quanda and her servants leave the olden castle be- neath the forest stream, an that was in the beginning of the spr , immediately after the ice had d isappeare from the water and the snow had been driven from the ground and the trees by the warm rays of the sun. That was a very busy time for the fairies, because they left their house for a very im- portant purpose. In short, they went throughout the vast area of Olinda Qaanda’s dominions to plant the seeds for all the beautiful flowers that grew within the wide Wood. Flittiu over the ground, they dropped a seed are and another one there, and thus the anemones. the wood-sorrele, the wccdrufi'e, the dog woods and all the other beauties that grow beneath the shade of the forest foliage were brought to life. The world had again laid ed the heavy mantle of snow and ice; the drearinese of the, woodland had already disappeared to make room for a scene of animation and a spring-like aspect althe little birds had again returned to their trees from the village barns, their places of refuge from hunger in the cold and pitiless winter, and Olinda Qianda was making preparations as well for her annual trip through her estate. As usual this was a busy day for the fairies, because it was quite a laborious task to get all the seeds for the many flowers ready. But at last every- thing was in shape, and the flight of the fairies commenced. Olinda Quanda as the Queen, of course, led the train and soon they were again in the midst of their cccu patios. Suddenly, however, Olinda Quanda was startled by the eight of a sleeping young man, whose form lay across her course, under a hawthorn bush. She let out a scream of surprise, and immediately the young man opened his eyes. When ho be- held the many beautiful faces of the fairies around him, and especially when he looked into the eyes of the lovely Olinda Q lands, he became bewildered at the dazzling sight before him. But when the fairy Queen again looked at the young man, whose face was very handsome, she ordered her ser- vants to continue at their work while she remained and talked to the stranger. “How did you come into this lone wood 1” she asked the young man. For a moment the sleeper could not find his power of speech, so much was he overcome by the sudden apparition of the beautiful Olinda Quanda. But her looks and manner made such a reassuring im reselcn upon him that he felt she was well ceerving of his confid once. "I am a very unfortunate young man, ' be at last burst forth, “ because I have lost my bride, a young maiden as beautiful as you are. I am disconnolate, because I do not hknow how I shall ever be able to recover er.i} “ Will you not tell me how you lost her. May be I can help you to find her," said the fairy. “ My power is great, and I have many servants at my command." “ Well," re lied the young man, “ I will tell you, thong I do not see how you can help me. Lam the prince of a great kingdom. The lands of my father, the King, are many, and his soldiers and generals number hun. dreds of thousands. My mother, however, died many years ago, and my father has since brought another Queen to our court, a woman who is as wicked as she is without a heart or affection. From the moment she entered our castle she showed a great dis- like to me. Of course, knowing that my father was very fond of me, she never gave any open evidence of her hatred toward me, but she never omitted to harm mo secretly. I must also tell you that she is a great witch and sorooress, and she is so clever in her devilith arts that my father is completely under her control, and it would be hard for any one to prove to my father how had his wife is. "Itso happened, however, that I fell in love with the Princess Amalda, the daughter of the King who reigns in the country 11' x: to my father’s dominion. Now Amalda was renowned the world over for her unequalled beauty and the eat charm of her lovable disposition. hen my stepmother heard, therefore, that I proposed to bring Amalda to our castle as the future Queen she at once attempted to persuade my father not to sanction the marriage. It is not necessary for mete say that she succeeded, but she never ex cted that I would form an im- portanto taoie. When Iwas told that I must not marry Amslda I swore that i would do so in spite of everything, and at last my father told me secretly that he had no obj .ction. That was all I wanted. The next say I went to Amalda'e home, married her and started on my way back to my father‘s castle. __________,_________________â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"- “New, I did not trust the old woman, and I hesitated for a moment, but when i looked at my beautiful Amalds, who Was almost I faint with hunger, I not up, and lesdine Amelda along, we followed the old hag, who took us into a dilapidated, tumble-down log cabin not far off. When we.arrived there, she got some vegetables from a cupboard, which I now remember were turnips. She handed a plateful of this food to Amalda, who was so hungry that she ate them. But, alas! no sooner had she swallowed a month- ful of these turnips than she fell to the floor of the cabin, her lovely form shriveled to- gether. Everything before me disappeared â€"witch, cabin, Amalds, and allâ€"and when I looked around again I saw nothing else ex- cepts turnip. Of course you can imagine my rage and anger. I was nearly frantic. I was about to grind that turnip into the ground with my heel when a sudden thou ht prompted me to pick it up and take it w th me as a memento of my lost Arnaldo. I ran away from the place distressed, and I have been hunting all over the world to find a trace of my bride, of the witch, or of the cabin, but all in vain. Now you know my story, can you help me, do you think i" “ Have you still got that turnip 2" asked Olinda Quanda. “ Yes, here it is,” replied the prince, taking it from his pocket. “ Well, then, dig a hole right here and plant the turnip,” the fairy commanded the young man, who mechanically obeyed. Then, after he had covered it up with earth, Olinda Quanda stooped down over the place where the turnip was buried and blew at the spot. Immediately the ground began to move, then it opened up. and within a few seconds a form grew up from the ground which resembled in every particular the shape of a women. More and more it grew, and before very long a lady as beautiful as the fairy herself stood before the astonished young prince. “ Is it possible 2” he cried. “ Here is my Amalda, my beautiful bride brought to life again i” “Yes,” now said Olinda Quanda, “itis your bride, and no witch, however powerful, will be ever able to harm her again But I know who was the witch you met in the woods I" "Who was she 2” eagerly asked the Prince. “It is your stepmother. But you hurry home and she will not escape from punish- ment." The prince and Amalda departed, thank- ing the kind fairy over and over again for 'what she had done. When the two arrived at the house of the prince the stepmother stood at the castle- gate, but no sooner did she see and recognize Amalda than she fell down dead. The Dawn of African Civilization- Events are evidently hastening on the day when the “ Dark Continent” will be no longer an unknown land. The amount of attention which is just now being concen- trated from many points upon the interior of Africa is, to use a much-abused term, phenomenal. The operations of the German Commercial Company and expeditionary forces ; those of the British East African and the newly chartered South African Companies; the late blockade of the Zanzl bar Coast; the powerful crusade which has been preached over Elrope by Cardinal Livlgerie ; the Anti-Slavery Congress which is just now sitting, as a result, at B:uesels, and last, but not least, the return of Stan- lcy with the remnants of his expedition and the heroic Emin Bey, from his marvellous trip into and through the very heart of the hitherto unexplored region : all th see things may be taken as so many prophesies of com- ing events, involving the final opening up of the interior of the last great unknown land on the earth's surface. What may be the vxtent and usefulness of the new discoveries made by Stanley and his brave crew can be known only when he has had time to collect and give to the world the records of his travels. But what man has done man can do. The scond expedition will have immense advantages over the first, and it can scarcely be doubted that Stanleys great exploits will be known to history as the first of the series of explorations and en- terprises which finally threw open to the world the habitable parts of Central Africa. It will not, however, be to the credit of European civilization if motives of humanity do not, in the present and the immediate future, outweigh all commercial and scienti- fic considerations. The atrocities of the Arab slave trade, as they are little by little revealed to the horrified world, almost suro pass conception or belief. If ever there was an occasion which not only justified but de- manded with all the imperative force of the noblest impulses of ou'raged humanity, that the nations should unite to put down with a strong band a diabolical iniquit . the doings of the Arabs in the interior of frica surely furnish such an occasion. Every considera- tion of justice, every emotion of pity prompts the hope that the Brussels Congress will not disperse without having agreed upon the de- tails of a scheme which shall result in put- ting an effectual check. at the earliest possi- ble moment, to the work of death, and cruel- ty worse than death, now being carried on- by the Arab slave traders.â€"['llhe Week. â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€".-â€"-â€"â€" How to Osoulats ProperlY- If (you are tall and she is short. you must stan erect, draw her close to your side, hand your head somewhat so that your lips will rest respectfully on her forehead, place her right hand over her shoulder, then your left arm around her waist. By right hand. She wil raise her face to lock up at you. Draw your arm for a moment head backwack and to the si that is one way. e. thenâ€"well, this time her left hand will be one ly imprisoned in your from around her waist and gently tip her ___________________._.____ l MA BBIAGB. BRITISH COLUhBle. BIéeor ‘l'AYLOR‘S Missro - es. When It Is Declare-dawns": b)‘ KM! and An American Prof._m:sc:ibcs Some of its Reports From Brussels that ey nave Women. Marriage is a failure, the men say, when a wife thinks more of her relatives than of her husband ; When a wife believes that her husband must love her whether she deserves it or not; ‘ When a wife etccps to her husband's level and tries to equal him in being mean ; When a wife fails to realize that patience and gentleness are more natural with her than with a man ; When a woman marries for convenience and pretends that she marries for love ; When a wife pays too much attention to her husband’s old vows and not enough to gas nature of the man she has actually mar- ed ; When a wife insists that her husband shall be as good as her mother, instead of as good as her father: When a wife says that if her husband earns $3 a day he ought to put 32 50 of it in her lap every night as “her share." When a wife who is not expected to do any such work says in the presence of the neighbors that she was not "raised" that way, and will not saw the wood ; When the wife blames all the trouble on the husband instead of accepting her share; When a woman imagines that all the women in the world are in love with her plug of a husband; When a wife- expects the fact that she is a mother to compensate for all her failures. Marriage is a failure, the women sly, when a man says he cannot control his temper when with his wife and children, although they know he controls it when provoked byalarge, muscular man enemy; i When a man is a liar and his wife knows t; When a man is liberal, and fair, and cheer- ful with every one except his wife; When a man is fool enough to expect that an angel would marry him ; When a man is patient and oringiug with men who do not care if they displease him, and impatient with her sick children ; When a man expects that his wife ought to buy as much With $1 as he himself can buy with $2 ; When a man frets because his wife did not love him before she knew him ; When a man expects the fountain to be higher than the headâ€"when he expects a better home than he provides ; When a man blames his wife because there is a large family of children. When a man smacks his lips in recollec- tion of his mother’s cooking, and forgets he had a better appetite as a boy than he has as a man ; ._.___..â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€" Endureil Terrible nus-(lamps. Ayear or so ago one of Bishop Taylor's missionaries returned with his wife from the Congo, and reported that the party whom the Bishop had led from this country to the great river were so poor] supplied with the necessaries of life that t e retest suffering and destitutlon exists . The report was denied by friends of Bishop Taylor, and the returning missionary was accused of great exaggeration. His story, however, seems to be'fully con- firmed by a report just published in “ La Mcuvemcnt Geographique” on the condition of the Congo missions. Considerable space is given to the Taylor mission, which is said to have been “most unfortunate in its b in- ings." It is said in the first place that Bis op Taylor Beauties. Prof. Albert S Bickmcro lectured on “British Columbia" recently, at the Ameri- can Museum of Natural History. Prof. Bickmere was psrticularly happy in this lecture, for it included a territory which the lecturer bad traversed only last Summer. He started out with a map of Canada and the route of the Canadian Pacific Railway, illustrated Winnipeg, the Cree Indians, and Manitoba, and then came to the Canadian National Park, whose natural beauties be exhibited by means of his stereoptlcon and graplhkaliy described. T sscsncs chosen were the Bow River, the Bow River Falls, the Cascade Mountain from Upper Hot Springs, Devil's Lake. Kicking Horse Pass, Mount Stephen and Cathedral Peak, front and west views from Field, and the O:tertail Mountains. The Columbia River afforded some beautiful views, and then the lecturer passed to the Selkirk Mountains, showingldcunt Carroll, the Hermit Range, snow sheds and Glacier Range, and Glacier S3ation. Mount Oheope was shown, and then came the Great Glacier, of which an exhaustive description was given. The front of the Great Glacier was an imposing picture. The glacier and Mount Sir Donald made an admirable combination. The glaciers were seen from the sncwfield and Eagle Peak and Mount Sir Donald was shown from the Loop, as were Mount Altkin and Ross Peak. There were also the mountains at Revelstoke the junction of North and South Thompson Rivers. the Bridge over the Fraser, Fraser Canon, below North Bend, above Spuzmm, and at another point above Yale. The banks of the Lower Eraser made a pretty picture, as did the old Caribco road. A burnt Woods, aloggers' camp, a forest at English Bay, a long jam, and saw mills at New Westminster combined to give a de- finite idea of the amount and character of the vast timber resources of this region. The lecture closed with views of New- Weetmlnster, Vancouver, Victoria, and Esquimault. The attendance was so large that the‘ seating capacity of the new lecture room was severely tried. Next Saturday Prof. bickmore will continue his journey from Vancouver to Alaska, and will fully explain laid illustrate the geological character of the tter. WENT TO THE C 500 with the idea that after he ind reached Stanley Pool he could gain the country of the Baluba, his chief destination on the Lulua River, by means of bar as and sailboats to be built at Stanley Poo . He gave up this idea as soon as he reached the Congo, and it is said he abandoned at Binsna, horns, and Vivi a considerable part of the stores he had brought at great cost from America, as he found them wholly unsuited to the needs of his expedition. When he returned to Europe and America to get funds to build a steamer, he left a part of his people at Vivi, sheltered only by a tent, and a very poorone at that. The sufferings of the party were severe,there were a ncmner of deaths, and several mis- sionaries returned home. - When, a year later, Bishop Taylor’s steam- er, which cust thousands of dollars, reached the Congo, it was found that through some misoalculation certain parts of the steamer were so heavy and unwieldy that the vessels plying between Bums and; \‘IVI COULD NOT CARRY THEM. HIM This was also the case with re ard to the steam machine by which the 8Bishop had expected to haul the heavy parts of the steamer along the Congo cataracts. The result was that the transportable parts of the vessel were carried to Vivi, where for two years they have been lying unused. The Blehop.however, has not despaired of ultimate success, and at present he is investi- gating the chances of successfully attempt' ing to carry his steamer along the north shore of the river to Msnyanga. Meanwhile his missionaries. who, as is well known, are expected to be MAINLY sshv surron'rlxc. are scattered along the lower river, far from their intended destination, and are living as they can. Their principal resource ishnnt- ing and fishing. in the environs of linen, the port at the mouth of the Congo, are three of the Taylor missionaries, a man and his wife and an American colored woman. They live in a poor little but, and give instruction to a few children. At Kimpoko, on Stanley Pool, are four Taylor missionaries, three men and a woman. Accorhing to Le .lfouve- meat they are extremely poor. Though the station was established by Bishop Tay- lor when he first went to the Congo, the missionaries are not conducting any school, and their chief occupation is killing hippo- potami in order to exchange the meat with the natives for food that they can eat. Tay- lor has two temporary stations in the cata~ ract region whose purpose is to recruiupcr- rare to carry his steamer to Stanley Pool, and they will disappear as soon as his mie- slcns are established on the Upper Congo. A few of the party are at Vivi guarding the pieces of the steamer, Cultivation of Cork. v Corks are an article of convenience to which little attention is commonly given, and yet immense fortunes have been made in their.production. Their cultivation and manufacture form an important item in the industries of Spain. An account of this from Mr. Day’s work on that country iscf interest. The cork tree is an oak which grows best in poorest soil. It will not endure frost, and must have sea air, and also an altitude above the sea level. It is found only along all the coast of Spain, the nothean coast of Africa and the northern shores of the Medi- terraneau. There are two barks to the tree, the enter one being stripped for use. The cork is valuable according as it is soft and velvety. The method of cultivating is is interesting. When the sapling is about ten years old it is stripped of its outer hark for about two feet from the ground ; the tree will then be about five inches in diameter, and say six feet up to the branches. This stripping is worth- less. The inner bark appears blood red, and if it is split or injured the tree dies. After eight or ten years the outer bark has again grown in, and then the tree is again stripped four feet from the roots. This stripping ll very coarse, and is used as deals for fishing nets. Every ten years hereafter it is stripped, and each year two feet higher up, until the tree is forty or fifty years old, when it is in its prime, and may then be stripped every ten years from the ground to its branches, and will last two hundred years. It is about twonty years before any- thing can be realized from the tree, and for this reason the Spainards, who are not fond of looking after posterity, plant few new trees. Pursued b7 Crocodiles- On the Congo, near the equator, live the Ba-Ngaia, with whom the explorer, Stanley, had his hardest battle when he floated down the great river. They are the most power- ful and intelligent of the Upper Congo na- tives, and since Csptain Coquilhat establish- ed a station in their country, four years ago, they have become good friends of the whites. An exciting event occurred recently in one of their many villages, and. Essalaka, the chief, went to Captain chuilhat and told him the story : “ You know the big island near my town i” he said. “ Well, yesterday, soon after the sun came up, one of my women and her little boy started for the island in a canoe. The boy is twelve years old. “He says that while his mother was pad- dling she leaned over to look at something in the water. The next moment a crocodile seized her, and dragged her from the canoe. Then the crocodile and his mother sank from sight. “The paddle was lying in the canoe, and the boy picked it up to paddle back to the village. The crocodile was swimming to- wards tho island; he could tell this by the moving water. “With a sudden resolve to try to save his mother the boy paddled after the crocodile. The creature reached the island and went out on land. He laid the woman’s body on the ground. Then he went back into the river and Hum away. He was going after his mate. “The boy paddled fast to where his mother was lying. Hejumpcd out of the boat and ran to her. There was a big wound in her breast; her eyes were shut, and he thought she was dead. He could not lift her ; he dr ed her body to the canoe. Tho crocodi 6 might come back at any moment and kill him; but he worked like a hero. Little by little he got his mother's body in- to the canoe ; then he pushed away from the shore, and started home. "Suddenly we heard shouting on the river and saw the canoe, with the boy paddling as hard as he could. Every two or three strokes he would look behind him. The crocodile and his mate were after them. “If the crocodiles caught the canoe, they would upset it with a blow, and both the boy and his mother would be lost. ‘Elght or nine of us jumped into canoes and started to the rescue. We came up when one of the crocodiles was not more than an arm’s length away. We scared the beast â€"‘ Old War Cries- Betwecn the war cries common through- out Europc in the middle ages and the war songs of the later centuries there is a wide difference, although the object, which was to animate the troops by some common and endeared subject of reference at the moment of attack, remains the same. War cries were generally one of three thingsâ€"the name of the leader, the lace of the rendezvous, or the standard. or an example of the first class, the cry of the family of lBourlzon was simply the name “Bourbon.” Sometimes an ecomium was added, as in the case of the cn' de Fuerre of the Counts of Hainaultâ€" “Hainau't the Noble." Those of the kind which consisted of a reference to the place of rendezvous were abundant in Scotland, in consequence of the localization of clans in particular districts, and the practice which prevailed of collecting them at a particular place in times of danger by means of 0. mos- senger or the “fiery cross." They were also taken from the names of patron mimeâ€"than of the King of England was “ St. George." “Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient wcm of courage, fslr 5v. (loom, Ins; ire us with the spleen of llery dragons! Upon them" i â€"Rlchard III. The King of France cried “Montjoye St. Denis"-â€"-the former word being in allusion, it is supposed, to certain little mounts on which crosses were erected on the way from Paris to St. Denis for the direction of travelers. The Duke of Milan had for his clamor militariUâ€"as an old Italian writer, Sylvester Petra Sancta, qualntly terms itâ€" “Milan the Valiant." An old French herald speaks of some other war cries, somewhat different from the above: the Crusaders' “Dion lo vent"; the cries of invocation, a notable instance of which was that of the lords of Montmorency, “Dieu aide an Ye City Hunter. When the frost has stripped the branches, Left them leafless, seeming lifeless 3 When o’er every lake and river Rests a dream of coming snowstcr rm, Then tho wild duck starts and shivers, Calls in accents loud and urgent To his mates that linger with him, Meaning time has come to vacate, To take wing for warmer climates, Where the gentle snow squall comes not. Then, too, salliee forth the hunter, With his gun upon his shoulder ; Sallie the frosty air with pleasure, Save, with smiles and winks unnumbered, " Now, I’ll get me to the forest, To the lake and to the river; I will draw the duh and partridge To my game-bag, as the full moon Draws the mighty tides of ocean ; Lsden with my spoils of hunting I will wander home at evening, And the people all will cry out. ‘ Lo l here comes the modern Nimrod, Crown him chief of lucky hunters.’ " Shadows gather ; evening slowl Blots the sunshine from the lac scape ; O‘er the meadows comes the hunter, - his etc are slow andwoary. . .. . off and brought the canoe to shore. When Bun 9' premier Chtetlcn ; and the cries of exhor- ti]; be tried to walk he fell down, he was £333 5 $2 ggxfifimm" tstlon, as that pf the Enpcror, “A dextrc so frig tened and tired. ~ at a sinistre, a sufficiently emphatic Empty is the gun he names, And his heart is sad within him. But a brilliant though: comes to him, As he steers his footsteps homoward ; Through the back streets skulks he slyly, direction to the soldiers of the ohlvalrous times. \Vhen modes of fighting changed, war cries were laid aside or transferred as mottoes to the crests of the families by “We then ht the woman was dead, but in a little w lie she opened her eyes and asked for the boy. We laid him beside her. she stroked him a few times with her hand; W... _. g l l a Tho other is, if she is tall and you are short, stand on your toes, not on her toes, mind. Draw her head down nicely until nor lips are on a level with your forehead. B that time your lips will be on s level with her diamond collar-button. You will 100k up to her, of course. Your eyes, from their proximity to her lips, will read what she is abou: to as y. if their motion bodes any good, then I: is safe for you tn make the ex~ ertion. If they bode evil, why, a in Ann: Bridget, “stay where you are, stay where but she was hurt too badly. She soon closed her eyes. and did not open them or speak again. Oh, how tho boy cried ! But he had saved his mother‘s body from the crocodiles." As Euslaka told this story the tears coursed down his cheeks. lnztanccs of strong afiecticn are frequently seen among the people of this tribe, ___.__._¢-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"- which they had been used. Thclattor is the case with r. large proportion of the Scotch family "slogans" (war cries) The favorite battle cry of the Irish was “Alice.” War cries were evidently indulged in ty the soldiers in Iinnex’s day. for he speaks of the solemn silence in Which the Greeks marched to batth and the wild chants and yells clurscteriszic of the Trrrj ins‘ advance. II‘he Greeks stood in grca: awe of their Generals; the cosmopolitan nature of the Sneaks into a wayside musket, Buys of duck a handsome dtun, Buys a brace or two of partridge, Then, with cahszience hushed and stifled, l’.od:le'.c home, the mighty hunter. "We had already traveled over three fourths of our journey, when one day no ind to halt in a doc wood, because Amslda was very tired and on y from the exertions of the jiurnoy. “'hie we were resting under a tree and I was contemplaing what so do to get some foodâ€"I had sent our servants already to the nearest town to purchase somethingâ€"an old and ugly woman came hobbling class the path on a stick. When she saw 1;: we approached, and, looking A Pathetic Score. " ‘1,’ said the gray eyed wayiarer at the railroad lunch cannzer, "this is the old Are women more charitahc than men? ~ . ~ ." ' '-- - â€" m r 'r ' . ' 'ifi : l ave room for any - - m, - , . . Inn London “tee awee era don. Junk 50, pace. 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Tri' - , you have it still. luxcusc an old man's tolmpreut noon the the propriety of grace 1 “3e. ‘ tears.”â€"[Alb1ny Argus. before meat, ' give a poor man anything. Another said that a lady oceasionally gave him 9. penny n‘bcch‘ purse was handy. And still an- cronc to go shuns her business, Amalda rc‘ lied xha: she was awfully nunsry. ‘” Is that all, my little dear 2‘ BCKCLhGi the bag in a uremic-g, a: $.‘iik‘g voxce. “Well, come along with me ; i sell Live you‘ some iced : 1 live clues by Len.” ‘ D Blothcr : "Why will you persist in lacing _________.â€"â€"-â€"â€"-â€" Ft.:kneu.â€"-S;\c:ul.\tcre. The Board of T:s"e.â€"â€"A sign. shopkeepers