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A... ,. 8. ‘pk*‘_.. -. . . ,lâ€"mn. awn. w . » . .v wa¢ww 1 l ~ 5.4...» a». . if,” . =-.-. I THUNDERBDLT’S MATE. BY I“... W HORNUNG. CHAPTER V. Thunderbolt's mate heard plainly enough the yell of rage that announced the discov- ery of his escape. At that moment, his crutches had carried him considerably less than two hundred yards from the home- stead; but he smiled complacontly as he hobbled on ; he felt lolerably secure. The night was as black aspitcli ; the clouds had banked up for rain; so that, when Brown looked over his shoulder, the outline of the station was invisible. “ Even if it was bright moonlight," mut- tered Brown, as he neared the home-paddock gate, “even if he fluid see me, he daren’t give chase! He knows that if he left that veranda for half a minute they’d be into the store and armed to the teeth before he could get back. But I know what he’ll do now ; he'll do like he done up in Queensland, when he stuck up Evelyn Down single- banded. He'll make Sammy fetch a rope ; then he'll set one or two to bind all the rest : and then one of those two’ll- have to bind the other; and then Thunderbolt’ll bind him. Then he’ll rsnsack the lace, and away with an hour’s start before the first man frees himself. That’s what he’d have done at Evelyn Downs, if those poor coves hadn’t had too much pluck and too little sense. That’s what he’s doing now, for that i Ayrton’s too cool to lose his head or to let i the others try anything on either, unless‘ they were cocksure.” Iu point of fact, Brown was right. At that vei y moment, Sammy, the Chiuamau, was cutting down the clothes lines from the pine-trees behind his kitchen! It is difficult, at best, to make respectable speed upon crutchesâ€"impossible, when the only leg that may touch the ground has been out of use for weeks, and when the whole frame is weakened and reduced by a prolonged period of inactivity. Brown got over the first mile at a good rate, consider- ing everything ; but he paid for it before he was half-way through the second. Quite suddenly, his brain reeled, the crutches slipped from under his arm-pits he fell forâ€" ward upon his hands. him, the slight shock galvanised his swim- ming senses and cleared his brain ; but he was wise enough to slip right down for a. minute’s rest, in which to gather strength and review the situation. He had not come more than aiuile andahalf, or a quarter of the way to the wool-shedâ€"of this he was certain. A quarter of the way, and he had already collapsed once I The prospect of his I reaching the shed at all seemed by no means certain. Even if he did succeed in getting there, could he be in time to be of any use ‘1 He would, indeed, be able to despatch prompt assistance to the prisoners at the homesteadâ€"but only to find, no doubt, that they were prisoners no longer, and that the bushrunger had gota long start. 011 the other l hand. there were two possibilities to consid- 1" er. There was the chance of the prisoners ' being so securely bound that it might take them hours to release themselves; and the thought of Mrs._ Lees and little Penâ€"above all, of little Penâ€"being lacerated for hours by the binding ropes was intolerable to Brown. Then there was the chance of Thunderbolt/"s capture, if a hue and cry were started by the sliearers, most of whom had horses in the shed; and the thought of that made Brown tremble with excitement. \Vithout knowing which incentive was the stronger, he set his teeth, dragged himself from the ground, and once more swung for- word on his crutches. . It was a. terrible task that he had set him selfâ€"indeed, an impossible one ; but Brown had not time to find this out. For he had not proceeded a hundred yards from the spot where he had fallen, when a gallopinghorse- man overtook him. At first he thought it was 'l‘huudcrbolt, crouched behind a big blue~bush at one side of the track, set his teeth, clubbed a crutch, and thought bitter- ly of his buried pistols. And when the l‘orse came up, there was just light enough to see that it was a gray;and Thunderbolt’s inouut was black as ink. Besides, the rider was sitting all of a heap, and an un- steady heap too, which put it beyond boubt that it was not even Thunderbolt on one of the station horses. So then Brown started up as smartly as he was able and let out a loud shout;whercupon the riderâ€"a harmless shearer, on his way home from a convivial evening in the townshipâ€"nearly fell from his saddle, but rciued up awkwardly, and showed his presence of mind by an eloquent but indistinct- set of curses. “ Don’t stop, man i” cried Brown. “Ride on to the WuOl~Sth for your life ! The honicstcud’s stuck up. and every soul’s in “ Thunderbolt ?" “Thunderbolt!” In an instant the festive shearer became quite painfully sober, by comparison. He “\Vhyâ€"great y! Thunderbolt’s hands 1” | I rode up close to Brown. Scot! you're the cove with the broken leg! I “Get on, man; there's not a moment to: lose!" “lint how the mischief did you get here? Glitches and all, so help me!” “Oh, ride on, can't you?" cried Brown‘ on rily. “Think of the women and the. chi d!" i The shearer sat for some seconds longer ‘ likeastatne in the saddle; then, with al forcible imprccstionâ€"but a most compli-' menial-y one to “the cove with the broken l lrg"â€"â€"hc dug spurs into the gray and thun- dered on. And lirown sank down again behind his blue-bush. and realised, now that i it was 00‘ his shoulders, the complete ini- possibility of the task he had set him-l §clfâ€"to bobble six miles on his crutches. ; He lay upon the ground, utterly feeble, and ' feeling as though a. forceps had been at work drawing every nerve and sinew out of -llls body. Consciousness almost forsook him; he fell into a state. of partial stupor. He was rousedâ€"it must have been an, hour laterâ€"by a stampede of horses sweep- lng down the track at a llop. It was the shearerl, with William .ees at their head. \\'lieli they had passed, Brown struggled up and rapped himself once more upon his cum: es, and be an retracing his steps to the homestead. hit his pace was consider ably slower than it had been before. He Instead of stunning I ed the rider, taking him for one of the pur- suers. ii low, cruel laugh was the answer; and thenâ€"a flash, a report, a horse's gallop dying away in the distance ; and Thunder- bolt’s mate lelt lying in his blood, shot by Thunderbolt ' On tragic nights, such as this one, people are slow to go to bed, even when the dan- ger is over. At midnight, William Lees, his wife and child, and the trembling maid- servant, sat in silence in the sitting-room, awaiting the return of the hue and cry, which seemed certain at last to capture the notorious Thunderbolt, but which in point of fact did no‘such thin . Lees at the mo- ment was an einbittere man ; he, and he alone, was out of the chase; duty had tied him to the domestic apron strings and the action of his young menâ€"who had joined the pursuers without so much as asking leaveâ€"«had tightened the knots. All at once, but so silently that her par- ents hardly noticed it, little Pen stole out into the veranda. She fancied she had heard a faint cry : in the veranda, fancy be- came certainty, for the cry was repeated; “ Miss Pen 1” - The voice was sadly feeble, but it was Brown’s voice. Pen knew it instantly, and went swiftly but softly to the end of the veranda. The faint summons came yet again : “ Miss Pen 1” The child rushed out, groped for and found the picket-fence, followed it down to the wicket, went through, and almost fell over a man’s prostrate form. “ Miss Pen ! Is it really you?” “Is that really you , Brown '2" It was very. very dark, and fine rain was falling. “ Yes, miss, it’s meâ€"come back,” said Brown, faintly. “ I’m glad you heard me, and came-in time. \Vater! My throat is on fire.” She turned like lighting. He called her back. .. “ Miss Pen !” His voice terrified her; it was fainter than ever ; and he was gasping. You didn’t believeâ€"Miss Penâ€"I was siding with Izimâ€"to-nightâ€"did you?” _ “ No, Brown; really and truly, I didn’t believe that l ’ She gave him her little hand, and he press- ed it to his cold, damp lips. “ \Vater !" he gasped again. Pen ran away, a great lump in her threat, a. vague terror in her heart. As she neared the veranda she thought she heard a. lone:- drawn choking sigh. She burst into the room, and told her parents Brown was out- Side, just beyond the fence, lying down ex- hausted and begging for water. But before. she had told them all, the child stopped, anduttered a shrill scream : the light of the lamp had revealed blood upon her hand! \Villiam Lees said nothing, but seized the water-bottle and rushed out. He was too late. Thunderbolt’s mate was dead. The reader may like to know that Thun- derbolt himselfnever left that district alive ; the police sergeant from the township near Bilbil shot him dead within forty-eight hours from that midnight. But it is need- ‘ less to add that there was neither comfort nor consolation in this for little Penelope Lees. ' (THE uxn.) ....___.. a... A BLIZZARI). An Englishman Taught to Renllzc What :1 Severe Thing It Is. An Englishman while working on a Do.- kota farm sat down to dinner one bright day in \Vinter. Suddenly the sun was ob« scored, and the temperature in the room fell several degrees. “She’s here i” exclaimed the employer. “ Who’s here?” asked the workman. “ A blizzard,” answered the farmer. The Englishman went to the win- dow and looked out. There was a. dreary, wailing sound, and it; was as dark as mid- night. The suow, instead of falling, was driven along the ground by a hurricane. It was like powdered glass, and froze fast to everything it touched. An old breaking plow had been left just outside the house. “ It must be removed,” said the farmer, “or it will raise a snowdrift that may bury the house.” The Englishman started to ruli- out. and move it. “Stop! don’t commit suicide!” said the farmer. He made the man put on wool-lined rubber-boots and a big overcoat, and then wrap up his ears. Then be tied a long line to his waist, and bade him draw on thick gloves. “ If you go out and catch hold of the iron‘work on the plow with bare hands, your llesh will be taken off as if you had laid hold of red-hot iron,” said the farmer. “ Now line out, throw the plow round the corner of the house, and then follow the line back to the house. If you can’t find the plow, come back at once.” The Englishman opened the door, bolted to where he thought the plow was, gropcd about for a minute or two, and rushed back to the house. The hair that showed under the rim of his fur cap was fiill of frozen snow, and his face smarted as if scolded. He made two more attempts before he found l the plow. When he got back to the house. every particle of warmth seemed to have left his body, and he was shoved into a room where there was no stove, that he might thaw out radually. The blizzard lasted three days. The barn where the horses and bollocks were, was covered by a mountain of snow. “'hilc the men were digging their way to the stable door, the horses could be heard whinnying ; when the door was opened they were as much pleased to see men as at the prospect of food and water. Not a morsel would they eat until they had drunk. In one room of the house there wasâ€"the narrator estimatedâ€"a ton of snow, which had been blown in through a small crevice. There would have been much more if the hole had been higher up, as the snow only stopped coming through when that on the inside had risen to the level of the crevice and plugged up. Would Make Some Steam- One of those scientific gentlemen who spend their time in determining results on thought he was never going to reach the_ impossible hypotheses, estimates that if the home-paddock gale. he was near it, by hearing the double gates clatter bark upon the posts and a horse’s} I hoof: thunder through. What followed occupied a few moments only, A black horse was reigned up within ‘ yap! oi Bgowo ; and when Brown address- on; A , J. Al: last he knew thati earth should come in contact with another body of the same size, the quantity of heat generated would be snfiicieut to melt, boil and completely vaporize a mass of ice fully 700 times that of both the colliding worlds ; or, in other words, an iced planet 150,000 miles in diameter. véfl “ That Little Hand. So soft an‘ helpless an‘ purl-y. a-holdin' on to me, see! An’ the young one bangin’ back'urds (he‘s such a little one.) I An‘ makin' me stoop to his oucstions 'bont everything under the sun. An' time. wuth so much to a farmer. goin‘ lickety split! . An‘ I laziu 'ronnd with a baby. how ioolish a man can git ! Them little lingers. slick an' pink as the roses out in the (led, Make me tingle an‘ crcen all over, an‘ glad to be druv round an' lcd. They hold onto me so trustin' as if I‘d alln=. do right: . Itoll you I'm on my honor when that little chap‘s in sight. It's a temptin‘ world. but whatever a man might do alone, The love of right sprouts in him when he has a child of his own. Why, when I‘m up to the swearin‘ pint. them fingers on my check . Stroke down the ugly temper till I‘m blamed if I can speak. . . _ There’s sonicthiu'curusin em‘ an‘ in his big lno eyes : They make me kinder pity folks I use‘ ter hate an' depise. How they stretch out of a mornin‘, aforc you can fairly see. . In search e; puppy's whiskers for it little early spree ‘ . . To be started up when a man s so tired he don't know what he's about Would make any one but a dud as mad as all git out. An' then at night they go creepin’ into my big rough list. An‘ the fair little face is put up to be patted nn'cuddled an kist ; . An' the pnrty shoulders slip out o' the frock â€"â€"he hain't no mother. you see: It's nigh three years scnce she died an’ left him to me. An’ when I git round to turn in, there he lies asleep in his nest, . ’ _ I can't help drawin’ him close an“ huggiu him up to my breast. ‘ An' he wakes inst enough to say ‘ poppy, slip his hand into mine, . . An' his touch goes through my veins like a drink 0' strong wine. Manx Fnsxcus BUTTS. u an‘ .___. ‘Olover Blossoms. BY Janus “'IIITCOMB RILEY. Some sing of the lily. and daisy, and rose, And the pansies and pinks that the Summer- time throws In thp green grassy lap of the meuder that eye . Blinktiin‘ up at the skies through the sunshiny ays : But what is the lily and all of the rest . . 0f the flowers to a man with a heart in his breast . That has dipped. brimmin’ full of the honey and dew Of thlp swpet clover blossoms his babyiiood 'ncw‘ I never set eyes on a clover-field now. Or fool round the stublc,‘or climb in the mow, But my elliilhood comes back, Just as clear and as p am _ . As the smell of the clover I'm sniflim' again ; And I wonder away in a barefooth dream, “’hcre I tangle my toes in the blossoms that gleam . \V’itblthe dew of the dawn of the morning of ove Ere it wept o'er the grasses I'm wecpin' above. And so I love cloverâ€"it seems like a part ' 0f t-lic sacrcdest sorrows and Joys of my icart ; And gvhcrcver it blossoms, ob, there let me ow, _ And thank the good God as I'm tliaukin' him now; 7 And Ilpiray to him still for the strength, when 10. To go out in the clover and tell it good-bye, And lovingly nestle my faceiu its bloom' “'liilg my soul slips away on a breath of per- umc. Entering In. The church was dim and silent \Vith the hush before the prayer; Only the. solemn trembling Of the organ stirred Ihe air. “'ithout, the sweet; pale sunshine; \Vithin, the holy calm, Where priest and people waited For the swelling of the psalm. Slowly the door swung open, And a little baby girl, Brown-eyed. with brown hair falling In many a wavy curl, \Vith soft checks flushing hotly, Sly glances downward thrown, And small hands clasped before her, Stood in the aisle alone. Stood half abashcd, half frightened, Unknowing where to go, \Vhile like a wind-rocked flower Her form swayed to and fro ; And the changing color fluttered In the little troubled face. As from side to side she wavered With a mute, imploring grace. It was but for a. moment; “'hat wonder that we smiled, By such a strange, sweet picl uro From holy thoughts beguilch Up, then, rose some one softly, Ah! many an eye grew dim, As through the tender silence Ile bore the child with him. ' And long I wondered, losing The sermon and thcprnycr, II when some time I enter The many mansions fair. And stand nbashed and drooping In the ortal's golden glow, Our Lori uillsend an angel To show me where to go? A Tongue for Blarney. BY KATE KEARNEY. 0h. Larry. now Larry. it's no use a-talkin', Ye'rc too bould enthirely to suit a girl's,tn.=tc! Yc'rc nlver content wid u sluuilc an' a curtesy, An‘ here ye are now wid yer arm round my waist! Yo bodthcr my life out wid beggin‘ for kisses, An' the more ye do get, why, the bouldher ye‘re grown : An‘ when I don't give 'em, it just makes no differâ€"- Ye take 'em ; but, Larry. now lave me alone. Faith. what would the iuisthress say, man, did she find yo For-ivcr n-foolin' round me at my work? Ye'rofa tyrant that takes what yo happen to aucyâ€" No patting. I'll swear, than a haythen-born r ' . on, Larry. my lad, you've the tongue for the blarney! I Sure. now, ’twould be meltin' the heart of a shtone. _ Wld both hands in the dough I kin niver resist (3.. Yo know it-an' yit ye n on‘t love me alone! Oh. now Larry, be good an'shtop toys- in' 'I‘belrc'shriomebody comin', quit foolln' and ill.~ . An' will‘l so ' "yes," will I have vol 0h Larry. Ye'cd be c urmln‘ the very birds 011' of the bush! , I must name odor soon when the bans shall be published. Kinr I nlgver escape ye. ooh hone, lad, och lone Must Imam-r ye whcdder or no~yc‘rc a vll~ lain. But. Larry. I willâ€"it ye'll lave me alone: LBEOHBS LOOSE- Dlscoml‘orl of the OccnpnuiJ. People in the \Yesteru addition. says the San Francisco Erumimr, have slept sound I ly for years in ignorance of the fact that at i any moment a plague worse than the locusts l of Egypt might come crawling into open windows and under loose-hung doorsâ€"a plague of fierce, blood-hungry leeches. There is an extensive leech farm at ll‘25 Bush street, where 10,000 of the repulsive monsters are confined, awaiting purchasers. The farm is one of two in the United States, the other being in New York, and there at times 50,000, leeches squirm ceaselessly about, over and through swamp muck con- stantly searching for some hapless animal that chance may have mired down to fur- nish a feast for the insatiate annelid. The leeches at the San Francisco farm broke away the other night and overspread the neighboring tenement in a very short time. Hundreds of them crawled up the walls and tried every window and crevice. But a minority found their way into the sleeping-rooms, not more than a thousand, but even that number of suaky greenish- black, creepy worms sufliccd to terrify the occupants almost into fits when they felt the eager suction of leeches and awoke to find themselves festooned with the ugly products of the swamp ooze of Bordeaux. The first to awaken wasa young lady, and she was not long in announcing her distress and arousmg her fellow-occupants of the house, only to find that each of ‘ them had for room-companions from a score to hun- dreds of the leeches. Brooms were savagely plied in every cor- ner and under every piece of furniture. Bed- clothing was shaken and closely examined. Leech bites were dressed with soothing ap- plications, and after several hours of activ- ity the household again settled down to rest. Next morning‘ an examination of the pre- mises and those adjacent was made and when the leech farm was discovered the se~ cret was out, as well as the leeches. The worms are brought from France, where about Bordeaux there are wide areas of black, light ooze, in which leeches of the fiercest sort multiply unstintedly. The ooze fairly heaves with their writhings at the season of the year when they are most active and then one of the cruelest sights possible may be seen. Old horses, worn out in faithful service, are driven into the marshes and are soon covered with the hungry leeches, which fasten to lips, eyelids, nose, or any other tender part, and hang until glutted,,with the life blood of their victim, or until the wretched horse weakens under, the drain and hills to suffocate in the slime of the leech morass. When leeches are desired to send to New York or San Francisco men are hired whose poverty compels them to accept any chance. The men walk bare-legged into the borders of the leech swamps and are immediately covered with the repulsive crawlers, but before they can more than pierce the skin of the men with their sharp semi-lunar teeth they are counted out into beds of wet moss and boxes of their native ooze, imbedded in which they are transported safely any distance. The large leeches, such as those of Japan, which reach two feet in length, are not in common use, nor are certain poisonous sorts such as the small black leeches of Australia. The thick, fat, fierce worms of Hungary, Sicily, and France are preferred by practi- tioners who use leeches, and it is from thosa countries that the rest of the world is sup- plied. The Sau Francisco leech farm is formed by placing quantities of the ooze of the Bordeaux swamps, especially imported for the purpose, in large- boxes with tight covers. The leeches bore about through the muck until wanted for sale, when they are counted out, washed, anddisposed of, ready l to bite any living thing and hang on until ’ they are swollen to eight or ten times their ordinary size. Then they drop off and lie dormant until assimilation shall have been i finished and hunger again arouses them. I A Mysterious Reporter- The editor-in-cliief of a Texas paper rc- inarked to the business manager; “ That new reporter seems to be an in- dustrious man. He is a hustler, sure cuorgh." “ Yes, but there is something weird and strange about him. There is a mystery about that young man which I cannot fath- om.” “ What do you mean “ ii": is the first reporter I have seen who did not ask to have some of his salary ud- vanccd to him before it is due. There is something crooked about that; man.” 9" He Wanted Quince Pie. A ’longshoreman entered a coffee and cake saloon in Barclay street on Friday, and, after eating a. plate of fish cakes, cal- led for “ a cup of coffee an’ pace ov poi.” Vot kind of by?" asked the German at- tendant. “ Quinz poi.” “ Blinz ‘2” “ No, quinz, ye thick-headed Dutchman, Do I look like a man that ’ud ate mute on Friday? No Wonder. Why should it be so often repeated that it is the surest, promptest, best remedy, when doctors are surprised at its cll'ccts,-â€" Lawrence, Kaus., U. S. A., " George i’at- terson fell from a second story window striking a fence. I found him using St. Jacobs Oil. He used it freely all over his hurts, and I saw him next morning at work. All the blue spots finally disap )eard, leav- 1 ing neither pain, scar nor swe ling. C. K. ] Nemuxs, M. D. .31.“... R... .I , Spralns, Bruises, Cana Ruso'iiilrism, Alhl THE CHARLES A. VOGELER POMPA W? , Baftlmore, Md. In epotr Mari-lbw a feeling Nutter in persons of dyse peptic tendency, or caused by change 0! climate. season or life. The stomach is out oi order, the head aches or does not feel rlghn The Nerves seem Simlncd to their utmost, the mind is confused and irritable. 'I‘hls condition llmls an excellent- corrcctlvc in Hood‘s Samaria; villa which. by its regulating mul toning liOWlHS. $0011 Restores Harmony to the system, and gives that strength of mind, nerves, uni body, \. iiicli makes one feel well. Hood’s S e rs a ‘ ' l Sold by all drugglsls. $1; six for $5. Prepared only by C. l. HOOD Jr. (70., Apothecarles, Lowell. Mass. 800 Doses. One Dollar His Vocation. “ All the world’s a am c, you know," said the actor, who was laying his hair trimmed. “ Yes,” replied the barber, “ although I don’t realize it except when I have a bald- headed man in the chair." “ And why then '2” “ Because I have to act a part.”â€"[Wasliv ngt-ou Star. Obviously the Remedy. A woman complained to Ser eant Culver yesterday that a fortune teller iad swindl- ed her out of a $7 gold ring. “ How did it happen ‘2” asked the, ser- geaut. “ I went to consult the clairvoyant about aâ€"well, about a little affair in which I am interestedâ€"41nd she said : ‘ I must have some of your gold before I can work the charm.’ \Vell, the only gold I had about me was that ring, and of course I let her have it. She agreed to return it again after a. few days, as soon as she had worked out what I wanted to know ; but; when I went there to~dayI found she had moved, and none 3f the neighbors knew where she had one. g “ Well, why don’t you consult another clairvoyant, and get track of her ‘2” asked the sergeant, sympathetically. “ That’s so ! I never thought of that,” said the woman, brightening up, and bid- ding the oflicer good day. “ You police oflicers beat all for thinking of things. Indeed you do. "â€"[Free Press. “some; Syrup J. C. Davis, Rector of St. James'} Episcopal Church, Eufaula, Ala. : “ My son has been badly aflilicted with a fearful and threatening cough for several months, and after trying several prescriptions from physicians; which failed to relieve him, he has been perfectly restored by the use of two bottles of Bo~ An Episcopal schee’s German Syr- up. 9 I can recom- mend it Without hesitation.” Chronic severe, deep-seated coughs like this are as severe tests as a remedy can be subjected to. It is for these long; standing cases that Boschee’s Geri man Syrup is made a specialty. Many others afflicted as this led Was, will do well to make a note of this. J. F. Arnold, Montevideo, Minn., writes: I always use German Syrup for a Cold on the Lungs. I have never found an equal to itâ€"far less a superior. o 0 G. G. GREEN. Sole Man’fr,Woodbury,NJ. Isl Rector. How Relics are Made- Mr. Archibald Forbes, writing on the fall of Sedan, tellsa curious little story which shows the dubious origin of historical relics. After all was over, and General Wimpfeu had signed the capitulation, Mr. Forbes and a companion found shelter for the night in the very room where the capitulatiou was drawn up. While he sat writing to his newspaper, his friend gnawed a ham bone, there beingnothing left to eat. At last the man threw the hum-bone carelessly upon the table, and it upset Mr. Forbes’s ink- bottlc. Some time after, Mr. Forbes rc- visited the scene, and the guide showed him the table marked bya huge iiik-stuin,.wbich \‘v'impfcn had caused by overturning the ink-bottle iu the agitation of his shame and grief. Great sums had beenefl‘ercd for the table with the historic ink-slain, but the owner valued it too much to part with it. .,.._.._. *, Not so Easy After All. Miss Birdie McGi’nnis-You young mar. ricd women treat us unfairly by absorbing the attention of the gentlemen. Young Mrs. Clamwhoopcrâ€"That diffi- culty is easily overcome. “ How ‘3" “ Become a young married woman your- self.” Na“- “rwm “v. - ...,., QUAL. ' “‘12..- E NEURALGM, Lumnaco, SGIATW‘A, Swefiingc. ’0‘ F; of??? “It: one- our. , .,.1. I“ ." l l .-' 4".“ Out of Sorts That little band‘s about the nicest thing I ever L‘"“‘““ “"3‘“ “ Te‘flmu“ ‘0 "'1‘ “N” 5.. m.” - va;wvu 3;" ' -1.mm__ 3.7.: -....... .. .._. . . , , 1“ nous. “‘5 , ._- ...__. â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€". vâ€"-â€"â€"â€"vâ€"-â€"w