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«a. v» 1C . z:- e. 5, l. g i» i . l I } } gt 1 i ;. .-..v-...‘.' - V’V’\"‘f V V V r «-fvy ' came a . .-. ‘7‘- Illâ€"C Giving-up r Of Mother. "Now, mother, there is no use in talking about it; you are too old to go on living here alone in this way. Sister Hannah and I have talked it all over, and we think that the thing for you to do is to come and live with us. We’ve both got a nice comfor- table room and you can stay part of the time with me and part of the time with Hannah; can’t she, Hannah?” "Yes, you can, mother; and the sooner you make up your mind to it the better, for, as Sisiter Martha says, we’re not willing that you should go on living here alone now that fath- er’s gone." Little old Mrs. Raynor looked helplessly and appealingly into the faces of the two large and deter- mined looking women before her. If they noticed the half-repressed quiver- ing of her lips or the appealing look in her dima eyes they gave no sign of re- lenting on that accounlt. Hannah and Martha had “made up their minds,” and when they had once done this they were not to be moved by quivering lips nor hearts. They really felt that they were doing the wisest and best thing for their mothâ€" er by insisting upon a compliance with their wishes. The old lady had been a. widow for two years and had lived alone in her comfortable little house ever since the death of her hus- band. Her daughters had for some time been telling. her that she ought to "give up” and live with them. But the old lady did not take at all kindly to this suggestion. “I’ve kep’ blouse ever since the day I was married,” she said, in gentle opposition to her daughters’ plans for her. "I’ve always had a home 0’ my ‘ own, an’ it don’t seem as if I could give up now an’ go an' live any place where I wouldn’t be free to do as I’ve a mind to. I know thatIshould_ n’t be happy outside my own home." But Hannah and Martha. had said that this was "all nonsense,” and 'they had now decided that their moth-led that it’s new, V3,, safe for 01,1. er should sell her comfortable little house and spend the rest of her days with them. o‘he knew that she would be treated as a child in- the home of either of her daughters, and their ways were not her ways. She knew that she" would not have the free use of her own small income, but. that Hannah and Martha would insist on directing her expenditures. Her daughters were married to prosperous men, and they had large and showy homes in which their mother had never felt comfortable evon when visiting chem. They kept servants and lived in what they proud- ly felt to be "style," and their mother had always lived in the simplest way, and had never been happier than when busy in her own cozy and. comfortable little kitchen. And Hannah had. said. "A woman of your years ought to keep out of the kitchen and be dressed up nice and tidy all the time with a dainty little cap and a pretty white apron.” don’t know what in the land I’d do if I couldn’t get up of 9. Mon- day an’ do out my own little wash, and my own ironng on Tues- day. ‘ And I can’t tell the time when I ain‘t baked on “'ednesday and gone to the sewing circle and ladies’ prayer meeting at the church in the afternoon and had somecome in to tea With me as often. as once a week. Then I don’t know what I should do if I couldn’t make up a lot 0’ jelly when currents got ripe, and can and preserve all summer. I ain’t half as lonesome livin’ alone here as I’d be in either Hannah’s or Martha’s house. Oh, I can‘t go there to’ live! I can’t give up my own home and my own ways, I can’t, Ican’t!" And yet Hannah had said when she and Martha were about to depart, “Now, mother, you can just make up your mind that you are going to give up and come and live with Martha and me the first of the year. We will come over then to help you to break up.3l :‘lh e. 'was SElIl sitting in the kitchen with her gray head bent to the arm lying on the kitchen table, when there knock at the rear entry door, Rising hastily she went to the kitchen sink and quickly bathed her eyes in cold water before opening the door. “Why, Jared!" she said when she had opened the door and found a short, ,slotll, kindly looking man with eyes as blue as the sky and twinkling with cheery good humor, standing on the little back porch. “I’d an idea it was Philena Moss. She said that mebbe she would come over to-(lay and get my ('oppol‘ kettle to do some preserv- ing in. Come in." “It ain't hardly wuth while, for I've got so little time to stay. I thought I’d Just come. over and see if you didn't want me. to come over some day this week and gather that lrcc o‘ Baldwins for you. They ought to be got in soon, and you can’t do it. Or, anyhow, you ain’t going to do it whileI’m around, Gittin’ up in the top of a tree and pickin’ apples ain't no fit work for a woman." "No, it isn’t, and I was thinkin’ that I’d have to get someone to pick my apples for me on shares. It’s very good of you, Jared, to offer to do it, and I’ll pg youâ€"â€"-” "Stop right where you are, uldahl” exclaimed her caller with s tine show of indignation. "When-the time comes that Jared Hawkins wants pay for gathering a tree or a dozen trees of apples for the widow of his best and truest friend, he’ll lét you know. If you want to- see my dander rise and hear, me use language unbecomin’ to _a Methodist in good an’ reg’lar standin’, you go on offerin’ to pay me for pickin’ them up. ples. Can’t a man who has known youfrom the time you was knee-high to a duck an’ who used to drag you to school on his sled when you was in your a b abs, an’ who beaued you home from singin’ school later on, an’ who stood up with you an' Hiram Raynor at your weddin’, offer toâ€"why, Hul- dah, you been cryin’, and. you look as if you were goin’ to go at that sort 0‘ foolishness ag’in.” _ "Yes, I have been crying,” admit- ted the old lady, frankly, feeling sure of the sympathy of this, friend of her ‘youth, who had also been the lifelong friend of her husband. “I bet I can guess what you have been crying about,” said Jared. "I saw Hannah and Martha driving down the road as I come along. It was the old story, wa’n’t it? They want you to give up an‘ come an’ live with them, hey?” “0, Jared, they not only want me to do it, but they say that I’ve got to do it by the first of the year. And, oh, I can’t, I can’t!” "Then don’t, said Jared, promptly. Then he a‘ddâ€" ed, more seriously, “Don’t you give up your home as I have given up mine to live with my children, don‘t you do it. My son and his wife an’ my daugh- for an’ her husband, they mean to be kind, I reckon, an’ mebbe it is my lown fault, but I knew more real com- ‘fort an’ happiness in one day in my own home than I have known in all the three years I have lived with them, an’ you would have the same 'experience if you gave up an’ went to makin’ your home with. your child. .ren. Don’t you do it. If I was back i in my own little house that I was fool ienough to sell an’ go an’ live with my ‘children, I tell you, I’d stay there if ,I had to do my own cookin’ an’ wash- in’, an’ sew carpet rags an’ braid rugs 'for a livin’, I would, Huldah.” "But what can I do? You know how immovable the girls are, an’ I don’t .feel that I have the strength tohold lout ag’in them any longer. They’ve been at me so persistently ever since gtheir father died, an’ now they say ll’ve got to go." "Don’t you do it. 'You’ll sip sorrow if you do, Tou’ll be Idictated to ev’ry day 0’ your life, an’ [if you so much as after: a suggestion 'to them or to their children, you’ll be ‘interferin',’ an’ they’ll tell you so mighty quick. There ain’t the res- ,pect for old folks nowadays that there :used to be, an’ society is so constitutâ€" jfolks an’ young folks to mix up to- gether in the same house. Old folks’ ways an’ young folks’ ways, ain’t ,alike, aii’ they’d better dwell apart. lIt is because I have proved it- lin my own experience that I want to ikeep you from makin' the same mis- itake. An’ I’ll tell you in solemn con- fidence, Huldali, that I have made up imy mind to go back to havin’ ahome I0’ my own, yes, I have.” I "Why, Jared!” “Yes, I have.” “\Vhat will your children say?” “I can't help what they say. An’ neith- er thc Lord nor the law has said that a man in full health an’ in possession of all 0’ his faculties shall be obedient to,.his children. I have made up my mind about the matter, an’ I don’t feel under, any obligatiin to say any- thing to my children about it. If I can get the person I want for my housekeeper, I plan to have a home 0' my own mighty soon.” “I declare 1 would if I were you,' Jared. When folks gel; ole like you and nie there is nothing lhey ’preciate ‘more than a home of their own, and Itlicy ought to have it. What you {say .makes me feel like trying to stand out more and more ag’in my daughr, ters. But who do you reckon you can get to keep house for you?” Jared looked at her for a moment with his kindly face all aglow and his blue Eyes twinkling merrily. Then he said, "There’s just one personl I gwan't, an’ I’ll throw up the’ whole scheme if I can't get her.” "Oh, I do hope that you’ll get her, then, Jared; forl ,can understand just how you must 'want' a home of your own.” "If you had any influence with her would you be willing to use it in my favor and say a good word' for me to gher2" “Indeed I would, Jared.” éâ€"Iâ€"Iâ€"the fact 0’ the matter is, Hul- ldah, it’s you that I want not only lfor my housekeeper, but for my wife! iDon’t 100k so scared an’ shocked, Hul- fdah. I reckon it does kind 0‘ daze you if you ain’t never thought 0’ such a jthing. IL dazed me some at first; but athc more I've thought of it the more iset I’ve been on bring-in" it about, an’ iwhatyou been tellin’ me ’bout Hannah ian’ Marlhy wantin’ you to give up an’ :live with them has brought things to *a. focus, an' I want you to give up an’ live with me as my wife. We ain’t; lneither of us real old folks yet, Hulâ€" gdah, an’ we might have many happy Ian’ peaceful years together yet. I ,can see l‘hsll you’re too dazed to give fmy answer now, an' I‘ll go away an’ 'come over an‘ see you this evening, when you’ll make me one o’ the hopâ€" piest old boys in the, world by saying ‘ycs,’ an’ we’ll have a home of our own in spite of our bossy children, eli, Huldah i" lluldah’s answer must have made Jared a “happy old boy,” for, three dayslater,llannah and Martha were on their way to see their mother when they met her returning from the town in a buggy with Jared by her side. Jared had on his "Sunday best" and he wore a big white aster in his but- tonhole, while Mrs. Raynor, to the surprise and disapproval of her daugh- ters, had put aside her mourning and wore her gray silk and a new gray bonnet with white flowers in it. Jared drew rein when they met the sisters, and Hannah said sharply: ~ "Well, mother, I must say that this looks a little strange. You know very well what a neighborhood “ii for gossip, and some pouplt‘ mi .. make very unpleasant remarks i'i "‘Would, ch? Much ’bliged, I’m sure. I l they saw you and Mr. Hawkins riding out: in this way. Martha and I want that you should pack up right away and go home with us, and we will come over next week and pack up the furni- ture. We think that there is no use in your waiting until the first of the year to give up-and live with us." It was Jared who made triumphant reply. He threw one arm around. the halfâ€"frightened old lady by his side and said boldly, "You’re a little too late, Hannah. , Your mother can't give up an' go an’ live with you for the reason that she has already given up an’ is \‘going to live with me or rather I’m goin’ to live with her, since she prefers to stay in her own house, Lemme"interdoose you to Mrs. Jared Hawkins!" Martha lifted up both hands in speechless amazement, but Hannah said gaspingly, “Mother! is this true?” The. bride of an hour held up her head bravely and made unfalter- ing reply, “Yes, Hannah; it is true.” I Hannah broke forth in a violent outburst of wrath, but Jared gathered up the reins and drove on, calling back lthrough a cloud of dust, "You nor no one else can sass my wife!" He was right when he said soothing- ly to his wife, "Don't you worry, my dear; they’ll come ’round all right, an’ so will. my children. An’ if they don't 'â€"â€"” he drew her to him and kissed ,her smiling and happy face, “why, we have each otherâ€"dearest." __-.-___. SPRING SMILES.‘ Mrs. Huntâ€"The new tenants next door are not a bit neighborly. Min. Buntâ€"No; I not-ice they keep their confounded piano going almost con- stantly. Dorothyâ€"Papa, 'we girls have a new name for those men who call on us but never take us out anywhere. Papa â€"â€"What is it, daughter ? We call them fireside companions. Milline'râ€"This hat willvlast you sev- eral seasons, Miss Flyhigh. Miss Flyâ€" hiighâ€"Oh, I don’t want that kind of.a hat; show me one that won’t be fit to be seen in about four weeks. Hixâ€"W'hat would you think-of a man who divulged a secret intrusted to him? Dixâ€"Well I should think he was on an equal footing with the man who intrusted it to him. Mother, sternlyâ€"I-Ie kissed you twice to my knowledge, and I don‘t know ihow often after that. Daughterâ€"â€" chither do I, um. I never was much lgood at mental arithmetic. Merchantâ€"I think I’ll have to fire your friend Polk. He’ss frightful lazy. Friendâ€"Slow in everything, eh? Merchantâ€"Well, no, not everything. He gets tired quick enough. Ryanâ€"An‘ did yes foind th’ Frincli ith’ poloitest puple in th’ wuri‘ldi Shea, after his trip abroadâ€"Oi did that. Why, ivery toiime Oi’d call down - wan av th’ frogâ€"eaters, he’d hand me his car-rd! Mr. Gimpâ€"Did you tell Judge Dwiggs that I was waiting to see him? lOffice boyâ€"Yes, sir. Mr. Gimpâ€"Did , he seem pleased ? 0.'fice boyâ€"Oh, yes, sir. He said: The dickens he is! ! l _ Hausnii Hons." THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM IS VERY GREAT. Evils of Social Lll‘eâ€"Itoarcllng llouses NM n Home for a Famllyâ€"‘l‘hc Real [Ionic Can‘t Be Bought. Houses may be bought. Homes are grown. Houses are raiment. They are a’ larger kind of clothes, rags or satins one degree removed. They are sold ready-made. Homes are the well-fitted suit, adapted to the body. There is the same difference between ahousc and a home as between new- bought, stiff, uncomfortable shoes and a pair of old slippers fit for evening wear. A man exists. in houses but lives in homes. A home is the re- sult of a copartnership. Neither sex may build it alone. Either it will be a' thing purely feminine, with laces and gilt wall paper and dusting brush- es, or, under man’s domination, a col- lection of cigarette pictures. newsâ€" papers and grime. ‘ The twin evils social life are intemi- :perance and boarding houses. Of the twins the second-born is the more de- structive of the real domesticity up- on whichhappiness of families and per- petuity of republics depend. The third partyâ€"which may be necessary or unnecessary in political affairswis a |dangerous event in any home. In [boarding houses there are dozens'of third parties. The hotel, is a necessary levil. It is properly only a tarrying iplace. The size or shape of the house lie of small importance. The oneâ€"room cabin, with dirt floor may be as full of devotion and domestic, happiness as the brown-stone mansion of 100 rooms, with rugs and hardwood floors. The Epioneers, who builded broad and deep [the foundations of presentâ€"day civiliâ€" gzation, had'liomes in the wilderness iwith wolves and wild beasts outside {the closeâ€"barred door. It is left for~ a ‘latcr, looser, luxurious generation .to gunbar' the door and admit the wild gbeasts to ,dwell within. The home lgives place to the modern boarding ihou-se, the rough exterior 'with _;the fewest kernel at its core, to the polish.- ied veneei'ing with dust and dryness at its center. The fireplace is coming to its own again. '1 he black hole in the floor :and the gilded_ abomination in the icorn-er threatened] for a time. to give Iit utter banishment. The‘ fireplace, 5we were told, was too primitive. So the fireplace went out with the tal- Ilowdip and the spinning-wheel. In life place was erected first a stove, fund then a furnace fear-fully and .jwonderfully made. This provided for :thc heating. As for the ventilation, there were as many devices as the leolors on Joseph's coat. Slowly the lfireplace came back. Some old- lfashioned homes had kept it undisâ€" ,‘turbed if often unused. The grate, be lilies in the tenements. gm are often upas trees in palaces. The varying character of houses is not de- cided so much by the needs of the dwellers therein as by the prevailing custom of the place and time. We build our houses, not to fit omeelves, but to fit our neighbor’ eyes. We put chimneys and doors and windows all in the same .place. We adjust our lives, trimming, paring, developing, to fit the already builded houses, instead of constructing the house to corres- pond witn the needs of our own‘ house- hold existence. It is as though 'we sought to shape our bodies to fit clothing constructed for some one else, The result would be in both cases , a mutilation or a misfit. There is ‘no more curious spectacle than a row of houses all alike to the minutele partl- cularâ€"windows, doors, walls, bed rooms, everything exactly alike. In these houses dwell people of different natures, dispositions, occupations, needs. Each must readjust, to some extent at least, all his life to fit the outside walls. The ideal house would be built for the use of the individual family which was to occupy it. It would have breathing-space and work room and rest chambers. It would fit. closely all who made their homes therein. The marked contrast which once ex- isted between the city and the coun- try home is no longer so distinct and observable. The comforts and con- veniences once denied all who lived outside the towns are no lon er ab- sent. The furnace and the bat room, water works and telephones, gas or electricity, are found in many homes of the more well-to-do far from the l break up the loneliness of the country town, and to bring together the en- ltire state into close relationship. The |progression in houses marks the nu- ltion’s growth. The influx from coun-‘ ;try to city has been marked, but the {city has given much to the country in ireturn. The farmer pays more atten- , tion to architecture than years ago. 'l-le reads works on sanitation. He ;pul.s floors in his barns and ventilation iin his bed room. In place of the spare room, with its icy cleanliness and a parlor opened only on Sunday after- noons, there are in many farmers‘ houses libraries and reception halls land guest chambers. The smaller towns have caught the infection. gThcre has been a growth of interest in the interior towns within the last ten :years which would surprise the un- Ithoughtful. It means much. House- :hold gods have been set up, and fitting giurroundings are being provided there. ’ or. The real home is not a thing to be ,bought ready made, to be established Vin a day, to be constructed of brick fand glass and iron and mortar. Into fits warp and woof must go hearts and souls and loving deeds. The only ac- curate definition ever given for hea- ven was home. The only genuine ,homes beneath the skies are those ‘which mirror in their depths the spirit ,of ‘the skies. The tired, weary, troubled world does not need houses. lit needs homes. It does not require lfood and raiment so much as love and gdevotion and sympathy. The one is lfor the body, the other for the heart. lThe world likes to be petted, to be {patted on the head, to feel the pressâ€" 'ure of a loving hand, the benediction ,of a smile. These are not found \Vlmt am 1 to get for it? asked me lstcpchild to the fireplace, Was added [in the workaday world when every- ward politician. Oh, you’ll be taken 'care of, answeredthe boss. Not any, returned the politician. I’ll have to see the cash. I’m no faith heeler. Sharp Fatherâ€"l believe that handâ€" ! some stranger has fallen in love with .you, my dear. Extravagant Daughâ€" terâ€"Do you? Why? Sharp h‘atherâ€" I saw him gazing sadly at that expen- sive dress you have on. Fayâ€"I accepted Mr. Roxley last night. Mayâ€"Good gracious! \Veren’t you I nervous about it? Fayâ€"No, Why? Mayâ€"Oh, I would have been. I should think the suspense would be .awful while you were waiting for his answer. I haven‘t heard anything from Slan- ikins for a long time. He Went out ‘ West and got to be a county treasurer .or something of that kind. How was the getting along at last accounts? ,His last accounts, I am informed, ‘ didn‘t balance. My wife says that nothing could 'ever induce her to bet on the races. iI have the same trouble, said the man ]with the limp collar and the dented :hat. I can’t get my wife to go. She ‘stays at home and picks the horses; lwith the prettiest names to win and then makes fun of me because herf judgment is better than mine. i Youthful Diplomacyâ€"Mother, with l convictionâ€"Johnny, you took thoser preserves, from the pantry, Johnny, shrewdlyâ€"Why, ma, you never saw me do anything of the kind. Motherâ€"- Perhaps I didn’t see you, but you did it, and I want you to tell me the truth. After a long pause. Come! W'hy don’t you answer? Johnnyâ€"Ma, children should be seen an dnot heard. months’ mail wwwâ€" RUN BY \VOMLEN. | The State Besjukovschtscliina, in Russia, is probably the only. place in the world that is run entirely by wo- 1men. This stale is made up of seven lvillages, each presided over by a Mayoress, the whole under the super- intendence of' a lady named liaschka, who acts as President. There 'are women Magistrates, women preachers, women policemenâ€"in fact, every capa- city in the state is filled by women. The roads are made by women, and wo- inen sell milk and deliver letters. If you want to bring an action against your neighbor in this state you go to a woman lawyer; and if there is anyâ€" lhing in your house to be stolen, lhen 2 “ml-w n," 111‘ \x"‘.1i{é‘l‘ sex: steals it, . 2-2 of any importance is filled by la nun. iin the fashionable home, and by deâ€" lgress andirons and gas logs and 'pi‘ettily tiled hearths ushered in the fold-time favorite of the home-lover iand the artist. Beauty was found in Illie useful, and, as in all fine art, ‘the fireplace lent grace as well as futility to the home. The poet no llong-er must sing of the joys of sitting for one’s register instead of one’s fire- iplac-e. The parent no longer is com- pulled to bring up his children around ia radiator. 5 The home is not simply a place to leat and sleep. Etion. It has been developed and fosâ€" llered by the intensity ofl the complex 2civilization of the present. Too many Ell‘t‘g‘fll‘d the home as simply a conveni- ience. Too many women look upon it fas merely a starting point. The lright idea of living makes the home :the center. It draws upon the out- iside world for all that will strength- .en, sanctify the home. Business is engaged in simply as a support for :the home. It merely provides money, ,the least necessary thing for the real lhomie. The home is not k'l. stable gwhere one may get groomed and fed lin order to show one‘s paces on the street and bear the burdens of the lllill‘l- and work bench. It is rather a granary in which is stored grain from ficlds outside, a flower garden in which has been transplanted all the 1 best and brightest flowers from other- where. A man’s home is himself. An invita- tion to it is the highest form of com- pliment. It imposes the largest obli- gation upon him who accepts it. ,A lrequest to sit at a man’s fireside, to :greet his wife and children, to come ,even though briefly within the sacred jcircle of his household, merits our ‘chiefest appreciation. One may dine iwith another at hotel or cafe, and lhave simply a courteous social obli- Egatinu attendant thereupon. But to dwell awhile within another’s home, to come into his castle where he sits with visor raised, with weapons of warfare laid aside, is another matter, with more serious obligation. It is ‘thc difference between lunch and | life. . The Garden of Eden was the first home. The Lord built that. The devil afterwards invented boarding houses. Man has had homes of skins and stones, of boards and bricks, of ice land bamboo, of leaves and , bowlders. I'I‘he Indian Wigwam, the Stone age cave, the thatched roof of the tropics, the frame cottage of the rural regions, the rock house of the city placeâ€"these and a thousand other forms of habi- tation haVe been invented by human- ity to serve its varying wants. The, inside;not the outside, is index to a home. That is a wrong no. I ibody is in a hurry, where each is an iiIshmaelite. Homes are to; supply ,thcse. Homes are to be the store- :houses of happiness, the creators of content. The old homestead is ever llooked back to lovingly. “All houses ’in which men have lived are haunted ihouses.” Trooping through their ,open portals are figures clad in the lgai‘b of gayety, the robe of sorrow. ‘Thi‘ough the door of imagination, the ‘llJOSt preCious passway 'which the soul lhatli for its possession, man enters in l the homes of long ago and makes them all his own. He brings from: the past [pictures and makes them real again. {He transfigures commonest things :With love supernal. He puts a halo iupon drudgery and veils spots and ,specks with the veneer which charity lbestows. He groom, bare of all furniture, and peo- lples it With beauty which naught but gthe arch-â€"conjurer, Love, can bring to llife. For, after all, Love is the archi- lgtect of the home. Men and money gmay build houses, and do. Skilled icraftsmen may construct toworing domes. I Artists may hang the walls IWith pictures, and decorators may imake every room a very dream, But §only Love-can change roof and wall land room into a home. Without its gmagic touch.I these are only houses, huts and mansions, in city or in1 coun- try town. “w VALUE OI: DIAMONDS. An idea of the great increase in the cost! of diamonds imparted by the labor of polishing and mounting, as well as by the profits of traders, may be obtained by comparing their price at the mines in Soulh Africa with the lpl‘lceS in the jewelry shops. Adiaâ€" mond weighing! one carat, mounted in a ring, may cost the buyer $101; or more, but: at Kimberley the average value of diamonds is only $6.33 per carat. The value, of course, varies of necessity, with the size and purity of. the stones, but, the total value of the 22.8!3 carats of diamonds found in the Transvaal in 1898 was only $212,812. an average of'tlll) 32 per carat. DOMESTle IN CHINA. The question of dohiestic service in China is by far an easier proposition than in most other countries. In China a rich man gets as many sep- vants as he wants. and yet he pays them no wages. while the common people have to pay them well. liven then they are hard to get, for lho Diogenes lived in a tub with reason that the employe of llu- rich sunshine, and Socrates in a Greek man can make more than triple the mansion with Zantippe. There may ordinary wages in perquisites;- city streets. The railroad has come to enters into humblest' « W’ ' "'. L.‘ " -“‘”“::“ a " ' \,â€".m.~m‘;{, g»,â€" ggm,-,,mygw ;. v. , i...- ,., , .., I 1 . h-ltmv,. W,“ n. . . .. X . gym “Muir-w fire," . ,‘"..s.-““‘WV‘ ‘n;::rv"~‘N-‘A;~â€" ' Warsaw M” W‘s-“7‘7 .mduvav I) v ') 5 .i it. I 1‘ ‘l 6? i. P. , . i' g Y \. w r, h <- . ‘ l_;_§.~. «r: ;-. 1.2.;1‘: ,; .QFLV a. V1 .1 l 1 l .4: ECSCZLFL'? '13:;