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THB McHEKRY PLAINDEALER, McHENRY, ILL ?» SvCUVEARDEN ._. . •. . t • • • .- • ,. _ , Copyright by Tk* Bobbs-Merrtll Co. PART FOUR--Continued. • "--19 • •Tills was our wedding rln&T Id*® Whispered. The involuntary start which the other gave wag quickly controlled. She met steadily, albeit with some apprehension, the girl's searching look-- •eemLng to probe to her very soul, proving its faith. "Yes," she encouraged. "You--married him? Tell me everything; will youf "Ton understand?" The searching look never relaxed. "You do understand?" The appeal In that passionate regard and question brought quick response. "Dear." she, replied, pulling her 4own on the couch by the fire. "I understand. You loved each other *nd icted in accordance with--honorable convictions, in extraordinary dreamstances. Is that enough? What more can I sayr Barbara drew a breath of Inexpressible relief. Holding fast to that sympathetic hand, she recounted with simple fervor the whole history. Nothing was omitted up to the present When her voice ceased, there fell a long silence. From somewhere in the £onse came a merry laugh; an opening door let out a brief flood of dance music. . . . Then a piece of coal dropped into the fender, and Mrs. Field moved. "Ah, my darling!" she cried. "It Is b i t t e r . . . I k n o w . . . I • know. . . ." That was the first of many talks together during that Christmas season. Which brought with It such acute memo r i e s . . . . On the afternoon of Boxing day, aa the girl sat alone, Hugh suddenly appeared--a grave-faced Hugh, with the bewildered "doggy" look still In his eye. She rose to meet him, with Some embarrassment. "Mrs. Field's with the old people. She said you were alone," he blundered. Ilk explanation. "Bab--I've missed yen, old thing!" The simple directness touched her. She, too, had oeen conscious of a gap In the surface of her life, among the old haunts of their childhood, which hid added to her wretchedness. Impulsively, she gave him her other hand. "I have missed you, too, Hughie!" ' Hugh clearly had something on his Jrfnd. .X 1*1 wanted to say," he blundered on, "--to tell you--I was a rotter--that Amy \ I've been thinking the deuce of a lot lately, Bab! And I wanted you Just to know--you can count , on me any time to--back you and Croft o p , I m e a n . " . . . It was clumsily expressed; but she understood what the effort cost him, Md the genuine feeling behind it all. Hugh looked at her diffidently, then •way through the window, speaking quickly and huskily. "And I wanted you to know that If--later on, perhaps-- you felt you could marry me, after all--" he paused, glancing at her, "I shall always be there--just the same." The eyes that met his were swimming in sudden tears. "My dear!" a|ie cried. "But it can never be now--" Ton need not say anything, or higher about it," he said simply. impulsively she pressed his bands against her cheek; then he drew himaelf free Hugh intensely disliked scenes. Having said what he wanted, he turned the subject. "Mrs. Field told me to have tea with you. She said there were loads of muffins 1 Let's attt on the hearth-rug and toast them, as we used to do." So they sat together on the floor tossing muffins, the barrier breaking down between them. Thus Mrs. Field found them on her return; and a certain look of relief crossed her face. • • • e e • • |4' . It was one of those days when everything goes wrong The village "help" did not come; and Martha therefore considered herself too much overworked to complete any one Job. Lunch was late, the soup tepid, the potatoes were fferd, coffee was lukewarm. The clogging of the well-oiled wheels of this small groove naturally resulted in "nerves" on the part of Mrs. Stockley. These, working up gradually, found relief In an explosion, when Barbara announced an afternoon's golf with Hugh. Surely there must be work of some sort for her to do In this tragedy of an un- "help"-ed household? This led to a heated argument, which took a sudden deflection down an unexpected chanmi "Of course. If you have renewed four engagement with Hugh--" "I have not mother. I never can." "And why can you never marry Hugh?" her mother asked testily. "Is ft still because of that ridiculous Infatuation? Barbara, I Insist upon your forgetting such nonsense.1 "You don't understand, mother. I can never forget." "No," agreed Mrs. Stockley with Some heat; "I do not understand; and 1 think It is time I did!" She tunned to her sister, as usual, ill the suspicious minds about her, recklessness, which. In Impulsive natures, has far-reaching effects, swept the girl away. After all, what did their feelings matter? What their opinions to the man whose memory she had tried In vain to shield from vulgar calumny? Barbara turned and faced the two women, tossing back the hair from her brow. "You shall have the truth 1" she cried, with suddenly blazing eyes. "This Infatuation' you talk about went --to the end. He returned my We became husband and wife.**: VII The silence was awfuL , A flormant volcano could not have seemed more vibrant with foreboding. The two women sat, bereft -pt speech, gazing blankly .at the girl, who faced them fearlessly from the hearthrug. From Mrs. Stockley's face every vestige of color bad tied. She looked suddenly old; her features were haggard. Then Barbara, as she had done twice before, held out her left hand. "This," she said, breathing fast, "Is my wedding ring. He was my husband." The tension broke. Mrs. Stockley gasped, and her sister gave a snort of contemptuous laughter. " 'Husband'!" she mocked. "Pray-- who was the priest? Where was the chureh? Or--had you a native registry office?" The sarcasm was to the girl merely as the heat of an extra candle to one already enveloped In flames. She Ignored the speaker, fixing her eyes upon her mother. "Do you understand, mother?" At that moment the sight of her mother's deathly face struck, like a blow, upon her heart. Her anger subsided as quickly as It had arisen; In Its place a huge pity arose, making It suddenly imperative that the woman who had borne her should be saved the suffering of misconstruction. Impulsively she moved forward, stretching out both hands. "Mother?" Mrs. Stockley rose slowly to her feet. Ignoring the hands, still staring at her daughter as If she were some hideous snake seen In a corner of her comfortable room. "You!" she muttered. "You--my daughter--you dare to face me with those--lies?" The hands dropped and clenched at her sides. "They are not lies! It was Impossible to get married according to English law. We therefore performed the ceremony for ourselves. We took the same vows--it was perfectly honorable." Miss Davies broke In with another harsh laugh. "Did he actually succeed In stuffing you with all that, to cloak your Immorality?" "Aunt Mary! How dare you--f "Oh! It's always the same 1 Havent I dealt with hundreds of cases In my work which have been "perfectly honorable'? Fools! Dupe?! You weak women believe anything!" "You--y-you--" Barbara choked. In her furious indignation. "Immorality!" Mrs. Stockley caught at the word. "Immorality? In one of our family? My own daughter--7' •You got off lightly," broke In her sister, watching the girl narrowly, through her lorgnette. "Without paying the price! Most girls are not so fortunate. But I suppose you took good care to prevent--" 'Yes!" cried her mother almost hysterically, "suppose there had been children?" "There would have been," she replied with unnatural calm, her eyes burning In an ashen face. "That Is why I was so 111 at Singapore." For a moment both women were again bereft of speech, Barbara turned to the Are and stood gazing Into Its depths. "Ha!" gasped her aunt, at last. "I always thought there was something suspicious in that illness." Then the girl flashed round, contempt ringing In ber voice. "Yes, Aunt Mary, you would! People like you would find something suspicious in--an archangel. Oh !" she cried passionately, "I know all the disgusting, vulgar gossip concerning Alan and myself 1 I knew It before I reached England. Now, I suppose, you will all purr in your self-righteousness, thinking how wise you were--" "B-Barbaral" spluttered her d(unfounded aunt. "Oh, yes, you will I But"--turning blazing eyes upon Miss Davies' furious face--"you are all wrong! How cqn you tell what was right and what was not--out there? What do you all know of real, fundamental life? What experience have you had of--love, temptation--any problems--that you should dare--dare to judge? You all carry out your religious observances to the letter--but what about the spirit of it all?" The two women were staggered by her furious flow of words. "I understand," cried Mrs. Stockley, In weak impotent rage, •'that you have disgraced our , name 1 Sin can-, not be excused. Whatever the man was--and thank heaven he Is dead ! --you should have shown strength. You--you--are nothing but a--wanton!" "Mother!" The girt recoiled, as If she had been struck, catching at a chair for support. Her mother broke into a storm of hysterical weeping. "Oo!" she cried, between her aobs. "Leave the house I I--I refuse to own you! Go to your friends who--condone Immorality--who encourage -sin. . . . Join Jenny Grant--" "Mother!" she cried again, with white lips, "you donl realise what you are saying--" "I do I I do!--Go!" Weakly she stamped her foot, then sank Into her chair, burying her face In her handkerchief. A wild caricature of a laugh broke from Barbara's lips. She looked at her mother's shaking form, then at her aunt's rigid figure and hostile countenance. ft Very well," she said slowly, "I will go." ... As if dazed, she put up her hand to her head, and gave one look round the familiar room. ... Presently the drawing room door closed, with deliberate quietness, behind her. * • • • • • • Barbara's sudden appearance at the flat brought Mrs. Field little surprise. She had heard the rumblings of the storm approaching in Darbury, had seen the lowering clouds; but, with everything and everybody who knows me--for a time," she said, when her friend expostulated. • • • • ^ . e _ • • A remote Cornish village, trailing Its whitewashed cottages down a precipitous narrow lane bordered by little cobbled ditches wherein ducks waddled and talked together--winding round a corner between fragrant gardens that merged into gr&y walls of houses and banks which. In summer, oozed ferns from every crevice, burst forth Into fires of purple-red fuchsias and bulged out into great clumps of hydrangeas; pausing for breath, while the lane dropped to the old Inn in the valley below, the white and gray cottages straggled along on either side the stream gurgling over Its stony bed between rolling coombs In the valley behind, to the harbor which was its goal. . . . Such was the retreat in which Barbara found herself. The chance memory of a friend's rapture had led her weary footsteps thither--to a small gray house near the river, kept by a bright young woman and her true-hearted husband. Here, unknown and unnoticed, away from the stings of malicious tongues, the inquisitive world--not even seeing a newspaper--she wrestled with the questions and doubts and miseries of her heart "If the Joy of your own personal love is withdrawn," Margaret Field had said. one day In London, "the seed Is never lost You may think It Is for a time; but, later, It shoots up, nourished by experience, growing Into a strong plant which will develop Into a flowering tree of many branches." The truth of that too, was dimly In her mind as sne watched the stars come out above the harbor--In her heart the tired peace of one who, giving up tilting at windmills he can never conquer, lays his hand upon the plow which needs It If solving the mystery of suffering could never be accomplished; if her own personal keynote to happiness were lost; then content she must be to hold out the hand of fellowship to those companions In bitter waters--to help find It for the world starving for love. . . . Perhaps--who knows?--that is the answer to the riddle. As darkness fell, she turned down the path over the rocks; crossed the little bridge spanning the river; and made her way to the gray house, from which cheerful lights beckoned. . . . She fumbled with the handle, turned It; opened the door; then stood for a moment blinking confusedly: for something big and dark had loomed up in the small passage, hiding the hanging lamp. . ,. . A great cry burst suddenly from the girl's lips. ... In the dark she turned ashy white; swayed; clutched yalnly at the door-post; and would have fallen, had she not been caught by arms that held her so strongly that they stopped her breath. . . . Atom iKMMi en the threshold.. "Very Well; I Will Go." ' rare insight she forebore to interfere. Some storms, being inevitable, are best left to themselves. "Forewarned and forearmed," one's work comes luter with salvage and reconstruction. Not a whole regiment of engineers could pull down the wall encircling Mrs. Stockley's horizon; of that Mrs. Field was certain. In time, when the shock, and--above all--the talk, had subsided, a few bricks might with infinite tact, be drawn away, allowing an occasional glimpse of wide uplands beyond. . . . But that would not be yet ... In the meantime it was the girl's quivering soul which needed infinite delicacy in handling; which wavered, struggled, sank gradually lower Into the dark wilderness of morbidity, from which those who get lost therein take long to discover a way out; and, when they do, find the burrs and thorns still sticking to them, never to be quite shaken off. Margaret Field had been through all this herself, years ago. No words, she knew, could help. She watched the girl closely, but made no attempt to force her. Putting back the dock of ber own days, she entered the black pit with her, understanding her darkness. Barbara went away. 8he gave no address. "I want to feel cut off from *x*x*x«x»x*x*x*x*x*x*z*x+x+x«>x*x*x«x*x*x*z<»x<»x+x+x+x* Primitive Customs in Cornish Fishing Town • place where grown men play marbles with the sest of schoolboys and where cats catch live fish among the rock pools when the tide Is out Such .. a place does exist, and In the quaint for support, which was speedily forth-1 old fishing town of St. Ives, In farcoming. | away Cornwall, these things may be W. ') $ "Barbara," beganthat worldly worn- seen, an, her curiosity at last given legitimate rein, "how far did this infatuation go? What can you never forget?" The girt looked at her, startled, at a momentary loss. Her sensitive face, an enemy to subterfuge, flushed angrily. "Ah!" exclaimed her aunt meaning ly, "I thought from the first there was something wrong." "Wh-what do you mean, Aunt Mary? There was nothing--wrong!" "Then why maintain such mystery? Why are you afraid to talk of the matter--to tell the truth?" • rush of loathing, contempt for St Ives, but there was surely never another fishing town with so many cats. Each morning, when the night's catches of mackerel, dogfish and skate are brought ashore, the fish are cleaned on tables placed near the water's edge and scores of cats have a glorious feed on the offal. J VIII It was only a small sitting room, *rith an oil lamp and a crackling fire. But all the worlds and all the heavens were enclosed within its walls to the two who clung together In their rapture. Wonderingly, almost reverently, the girl passed her hands over the arms that clasped her--touching the dark hair and bronzed cheek half-fearful I y, scarcely believing In their reality, looking upon him with bewildered, darkened eyes almost afraid to trust their own sight The tall broad-shouldered figure had lost not an Inch of Its uprightness, nor had the head lost its old dominant poise. The few extra lines round the smiling lips and glowing eyes were swept up into the radiance which seemed to envelop him. Yet in the dark clothes of civilization, he appeared subtly strange to the half-clad, barefooted overlord of savages of other days: "Yes," he said at last catching her hand lightly wandering over his arm. "It's all real. Solid flesh--no ghost!" He raised her chin in the old pos sesslve way, and looked long Into the thin face and dark-ringed eyes, which told their own tale of suffering endured ; then he pressed her head to his breast and held her close again In silence, as if defying any fate to separate them now. . "But," she stammered faintly at last, "how Is It--why--I don't understand-- V "Why Tm not sleeping with my fathers, as you all surmised? Well-- that Is your fault" "Mine?" He nodded. "When Babooma was about to send me to my gods, yon conveniently sent him, Instead, to the shades of Valhalla--that last bullet, you know!" Her eyes opened wide, andshe caught her breath. (TO BE CONTINUED.) In the cool of the evening, along the broad road bordering the sheltered harbor, numerous groups of hardy fishermen, with sea and sun-tanned complexions, play marbles for hours at a time, surrounded by many Interested onlookers, remarks London Tit-Bits. Grizzled old mariners, many of/ whom preserve the old Cornish custom of wearing small gold earrings, pace the quayside In parties of three and four, following the "walk four steps and turn," which la all they are able to do on the clear space on the decks of their luggers. There is a legend about the cata of Siberia Huge Cold Mine Both Swift and Sarm Was Vigilante Juslicm The Montana Vigilantes, who delivered that territory of such notorious gangs as Henry Plummer's in the '80s, were nothing If not methodical in, their self-appointed task. Besides Plummer's bsnd of road agents and murderers, to which a total of 102 deaths alone Is credited, the population of the gold fields numbered many fugitives from justice from all parts of the country. Ill many places the lawless element was totally superior In force to the honest citizen group, which was driven to the establishment of a Vigilance committee to protect lives and property. Outnumbered aa they were, the Vigilantes worked in secret and as mysteriously as possible; their principal tools were the mask and the rope. Some time during the night a white card always exactly seven by nine inches and bearing the numerals 3-7-77 in black Ink, was pinned on the tent or tacked on the door of the desperado who had been sentenced to be banished at a secret meeting of the Vigilance committee. The men who received such a notice knew whence It came and that If meant "Pack up and leave within 24 hours or swing on the second night" If he had the least glimmer of sense he also knew the warning was no bluff. The Vigilantes held no public trials, but If sometimes a mistake was made and the victim appealed for a review of the facts through certain channels, he was certain of a second hearing. In such a case a midnight tribunal was held which reconsidered and sometimes reversed the sentence. More often it reaffirmed the banishment with a second placard, against which there was no appeal. If the warning was disregarded, the lawless one found himself the center of a very interesting and determined crowd on the second night and he did not live to see the next sunrise. The Vigilantes constituted themselves judges, Jury end executioners all in one, and their trials were certainly short. Whenever a highwayman or murderer was caught, the leader of the Vigilante band would say: "All In favor of hanging this man step t ' the right of the road; those who are for letting him go step to the left"--J. R. Johnston In Adventure Magazine. Positive Identification O. S. Collins, superintendent of the identification bureau of Scotland Yard, who has made nearly 500,000 finger prints of criminals and suspects, retired recently after 30 years' service in the London police department. From the finger prints on file In Mr. Collins' department some 200,- 000 identifications have been made, uccording to authorities, without a single mistake. "I would stake my life on the probability that there never will be finger prints alike, even If the world goes on Indefinitely," Mr. Collins said recently, In speaking of his work. During the next generation, he asserted, finger prints would be much more generally used everywhere, not only In the identification of criminals, but as a matter of record In births, and numerous other directions. Having Their Fling It was last year in a strict board- Ing school, and my roommate and I had always been on our good behavior, vrites a correspondent of the Chicago Tribune. We realized we had missed a lot of the fun the other girls had enjoyed, even though they had paid for it by being up before the faculty many t^mes. One night we decided we'd be daring and slip down, after midnight^ to the rarely occupied guest room and sleep in the four-poster bed In there. The corridors were dark and the stairs creaked, but we tiptoed along until we had almost reached the guest room. Just then we hea^d the watchman coming down the corridor. We popped Into the guest room and onto the bed. A series of screams aroused every one. We had sat upon a visiting missionary from Africa. Gmt Loan* From "Aunt* In Purls and other big French cities the pawnbroker is called "my aunt." In France one needn't blush in doinrf business with the pawnbroker, for hj is the state; that is, the government conducts the pawnbroklng business. It Takes Whack at Veal Pie A veal pie may have literary warrant for being considered as proper food for humans.^ We have read that Doctor Johnson or some other great personage was fond of It. We have recollections, too, of encountering a "weal pie" somewhere In Dickens, says the Lowell (Mass.) Courier-Citizen. In real life, however, veal is often likely to cause deadly dullness and lethargy, especially If sage stuffing goes with It. All the evidence is against the wisdom of the athlete's partaking of too much high proteid food while he Is In the midst of his contests. Not veal with gravy, but half a dozen dainty chocolate drops, are the stuff to win races on. It appears, and perhaps to accomplish other tasks requiring great energy, concentration of effort and staying power. , |does it v ery well, too, if I am to be- Gold enough to give $100,000 ,leve the testimony of some Americans apiece to 60,000 people--lies unmined In Siberia, waiting to be taken out of the ground, says the New York Herald. Six billion dollars Is the total value. This is the estimate of American mining engineers who have been looking the country over. And yet this gold is only a shadow of Siberia's greater natural resources--fabulous amounts of coal and oil, metals and farming soil that grows everything from tobacco and cotton to grapes and watermelons. who have "traded" with "My Aunt" while awaiting delayed remittance* from home. "My Aunt" has had a good year's business. She does little business nowadays with the workingman. for he Is always In work. Ths center of poverty has moved. It Is the white-collar brigade which, unable ta mal^e both ends meet, resorts to "My Aunt." Oddly enough, "My Aunt's" shop In Paris Is on "the Hill of Piety." Not a misprint for pity.--A. B. L» !• World Traveler Magazine Poor Doggie A woman called police headquarter* on the telephone recently and sobbed out a tale that her "dear little doggie" had been captured unleashed, as required by the health officials, and was languishing in the pound. She was Informed the pound would not be open until 8:30 a. m. next day. "My gracious, she'll die in that awful place overnight, and besides she Is on a diet," pleaded the woman. "That's all right; your doggie will be treated all right and kept on the diet," the woman was Informed. "And will you bathe her before sending her back?" she queried. "Yes, before we send her back," was the reply.--Detroit News. "WORST BOY," BUT WHOLLY BAD « Astonished at Remarkable Reformation. A police court reporter sees § great deal of the wrong side of human nature. He could perhaps become a hopeless misanthrope if once in a while something did not happen that shows how much good there may be bidden even in the most unpromising human beings. William T. Ewens in "Thirty Years In Bow Street" tells of a case that came under his own eye that taught him not to condemn anyone as wholly bad. "He's the worst boy in the district," said the jailer, referring to a redhaired urchin in the dock. "H*tr£ats his mother shamefully." "Oh, don't say that," pleaded the mother tearfully. "He's a dear, good boy to me, ain't you, Joe?" Joe grinned. He was an accomplished young liar, but be drew the line at aiding and abetting his mother when she told such a palpable untruth as that. The jailer had not slandered him when he described the way in which he treated his mother. Fortunately perhaps for her, he was the only child she had. She lavished all her love on him, worked day and night in order that he might live in Idleness and contented herself with scanty fare so that be might have good food and plenty of it. Even in the depth of winter she wore thin clothing in order to provide him with good boots and a warm overcoat Every night he went to her for pocket money and got'it At least twice a week she had to give him enough to take him Into the gallery of one of the cheap theaters, and while he was enjoying the play for sixpence or so, with perhaps fried fish and potato to follow, his poor old mother was probably crying herself to sleep. He rewarded all her kindness with base Ingratitude, and sometimes with personal violence. As years rolled on and the boy grew into a red-haired ruffian it was useless for his mother to plead for mercy on the ground that he was "a dear, good boy," and he was sent to prison on several occasions. His mother always met him at the prison gates, and he had what he described as "a high old beano" with the money •he had saved during his* retirement Then there came a sudden change--> the most remarkable change the missionary then at Bow street had ever known or beard of--the poor old woman suddenly became blind. The son, Instead of Ill-using her because she was no longer able to minister to his wants, became a reformed character. He gave up bis evil companions and worked hard in order that his mother might have all that she required. On Sunday night he astonished all who knew him by leading the poor creature to church. He was virtually the only nurse she had during a painful illness, and just before she died in his arms, she was heard to say: "He's a dear, good b^t to me, is my boy. I'll pay his fine, sir, if you'll let me." And soon after the funeral Joe went to one of the colonies where he did well jind reared a number of redhaired boys who never saw the inside of a police court. A Surprise Amateur theatrical stuff had been indulged in by certain members of the group out for a day's outing. One of these stunts included the placing of black wax on one or two of the front teeth, which left an appearance of toothlessness. One young man, tiring of the wax, tried to remove it and found he could not He asked a young woman of the party Whether, she knew how to get the wax off. "Sure," she said, boldly. "That's easy." And forthwith she grasped the wax firmly between thumb and forefinger and pulled. ,y Imagine her amazement a moinent later when she held In her hand the full upper set of false teeth belonging to the young man.--Indianapolis News. Dog Was Cap Collector It was a great mystery for a time, the disappearance of caps belonging to children at a Philadelphia public school. It threatened to be one that only a master mind could solve. Then one day the blacksmith across the way came to the office of the principal with four caps. Asked where he got them, he srid: "Why, ma'am, my dog brought them to me --one at a time--this morning." And sure enough, as the blacksmith and the teacher stood there talking, along came the dog. He went into the cloak closet and in a jiffy wa~ out again--a cap in his mouth. They followed him into the blacksmith shop, and there, in a corner hlddc . by anvils, was an assorted collection of caps. Britain*s Oldest Clock The oldest clock In Britain is now at the Museum of Patents at South Kensington. It was made at Glastonbury abbey by one of the monks in 1325, and in Elizabeth's reign was re moved from Glastonbury to Wells cathedral. It worked there until about forty years ago, when it was laid •sl0« to make room tat i saw dock, Modern Girl*s Champion Basil King, the Canadian novelist., said as he boarded the Mauretanls for a visit to Spsin; "It Is true that I am going blind, but I see clearly that the world grows better. Some people condemn the modern girl with her audacious dress, but I see clearly that the modern girl Is the same prudent and clearminded creature that her mother was, plus greater strength and courage. "Yes, she's prudent and cleanminded. A Montreal girl In boots and riding breeches said to me one afternoon over a cigarette and a cup of tea: " 'Men are not bargain hunters-- and the girl who cheapens herself soon finds it out " For Scorched Cloth . Wools and silks scorch much mora readily than cottons or linens and because the fabric Is disintegrated by the high heat, they cannot be restored. Very slight scorch on the surface of materials which are not particularly delicate may sometimes be rubbed away with a bread crust. If the garment Is fast color hanging It in the sun may help to Improve the annaa* ance.--Housewife ALL WORN OUT? Are you lane and stiff; tired, nervousf and depressed; miserable with back ache? Have yo» suspected your kid ne£8? 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