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Orange SherI,et Cnke.

Hollow out loaf of angel cake.
leaving a rim about an inch deep.
Fill the center with orange sherbet
and crate orange peel over the TOP.
or course this sherbet must be kept
in the freezer until just the time OF
serving and be put in the cake Just
as II is taken TO the table: other
wise it would be melted.-Harpers
Bazaar.
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G. H. Jenness from Ell Paso, Tex,
is visiting old friends in the valley
for a few days. He will leave to-
morrow for Price. Utah. returning
here later in the week.
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Wickprsham Home.

Lincoln Wickersham of the Grand
Valley Nationa lbank returned this
noon from Columbus, o., where he
was called by the death of his little
daughter.
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Going to Price.

GOlnS TO fflce.
DR.. l.. B. Sandal will leave early
in the morning for Price, Utah,
where DR.. Sandal has property in
'terests to look after. He has not
yet decided where he will locate af-
ter leaving this city, and may yet
go to South America
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Civil Service Exam.

A civil service examination for
clerk and carrier will be held in this
city by Edgar A. Rider of the local
postoffice, November %. in the usu-
al place, the Hoel business college. 1t
Is understood that there will be
several applicants.
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Shakespeare Club.

The Shakespeare club will meet to-
morrow afternoon with Mrs IL. S.
Day and not with Mrs. b. F. Jay. as
was announced in last evenings pa
per. through mistake.
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served. Misses Ruth and May Mel
son will be the hostesses for this
evening. This society is gaining mem
bers every day and has number of
plans on hand for the winters work.
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Picks Sulzer and
Wilson in New York

New York, Nov. 5.-The New
York Sun, whose managing editor
has been for many years one of the
most skillful of political forecasters,
prints the following estimate as n
"disinterested forecast" of the cleo
tion results in Greater New York
The Sun is supporting Mr.. Taft.
The Sun credits the forecast to "a
political party that has endeavored
to get at the real sentiment of the
voters in the last three presidential
elections in advance of the election,
and with unusually accurate results. "
The estimate made by this expert"
for this year in Greater New York is
as follows:
Wilson for president. 800, 900
Roosevelt for president. -. .2I0, 900
Taft for president. ...... l25, 900
SulZer for governor. ...315, 900
Straus for governor. .l95, 900
Hodges for governor. .... l20,0 900
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EitZsimmpuS Here,

J. W. Fitzsimmons of this city.
who has been firing on the Midland
out of Cardiff, is here to cast his
ballot.
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Scott Hickman Here.

Scott Hickman arrived this noon
from Boulder. where he is attending
the state university. He is here TO
vote,
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Tag Day Saturday.

The Salvation Army tag day, men
ton of which has been made before
in The Sentinel, will be Saturday
of this week The local corps hopes
to raise a goodly sum of money.
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Methodist Missionary society.

The Missionary society of the Meth
odist church will hold it's regular
meeting on next Thursday afternoon
at the home of Mrs. c. B. Rich on
Grand avenue. A full attendance is
desired
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Cnrman to Sell Cars.

C. II. Carman of Denver, formerly
local auto dealer, has arrived from
Denver with a carload of Overland
cars, and will stay here until he has
disposed of them.
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1000 pairs sample shoes, just in
you get them at manufacturers prices
The Boston Shoe Store. Advertise
ment.
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Sam Farmer Here.

Sam Farmer of Delta. the big ir
rigation man who is boosting tn,
Escalante project, was here today OF
business.
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Votes, Then Goes.

A. II. Desch of this city was an
outbound passenger with grip in hand
this morning for the Montrose sec
ton. He was lucky enough to get
to vote before he started out.
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Mr.. and Mrs. Cherrington. DR.. and
Mrs7 Reed, Or, and, Mrs. Sandal, and
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Visitor from Green River.

Mrs. Robert Housey of Green Riv-
er is visiting Mrs. Charles Schmidt in
this city for few days.
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Do you believe that Fred Mantey
is really selling buggies at cost?
Come and see. Advertisement.
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Cream waffles and maple syrup at
the Marble Cafe. 1l-4-tf
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Plain tailored shoptwaists made for
soc and 75c at .535 Colorado Ave.
l0-31-6t
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See for yourself what buggies cost.
Fred Mantey.. Advertisement.
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Buckwheat cakes and maple syrup
at the Marble Cafe. 11-4-tf
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Kozy footwear for kumfort at low
prices. Mcconnell & Lowe.
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From Palisade.

Ed Freemeyer and wife of Pali-
SADIE We're down from the upper
valley yesterday on business.
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Money making on buggies. Fred
Mantey. Advertisement.
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Budelier to Leave.

Budelier to Leave.
William Budelier leaves this
evening for Dragon, where he will
resume his duties as conductor on the
Uintah. He has been In the city with
his wife for two weeks.
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say a final farewell and depart. Not
Their delay. | dreaded the ordeal, but
no escape was possible. and | en-
tered the house for what ! well knew
was to be the last time. Ny mind
was graVely troubled; | knew not
what to expect, how far | might yen-
to see me again? Surely the public
reason she offered could not be The
real one. Had she only been free.
a maid whose hand remained her
own to surrender as she pleased, |
should never have hesitated, never
have doubted her purpose; but now
that could not be.
AS | Knocked almost timidly at the
closed library door a gentle voice
said. Come" and | entered, my heart
t%hrobbing like a frightened girls.
She stood waiting me nearly in the
center Of that spacious apartment,
dressed in the same light raiment she
had worn without, and her greeting
was calm and friendly, yet tinged by
a proud dignity. / cannot describe. |
believed for an instant that we were
alone. and my blood raced through
my veins in sudden expectancy; then
my eyes fell upon Mrs. Minor com
fortably seated in an armchair be-
fore the fire, and | realized that she
was present to restrain me from for
getfulness. But in very truth my
lady hardly needed such protection
her speech, her manner, her proud
constraint told me at once most plain
ly that no existing tie between us
had caused our meeting.
Captain Wayne" she said softly,
her high color alone giving evidence
OF any memory Of the past. Il scarce
ly thought that we should meet again.
yet was o willing to part with you
under any misunderstanding. | have
learned from Lieutenant Cation the
full particulars of your action in con-
nection with Major Brennan. / wish
you to realize that | appreciate your
efforts to escape a hostile meeting
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CHAPTER XXXV.-Continued.

Damn 1t, Moorehouse," he roared,
Fairly beside himself, the charge was
too heavy; it overshot."
Are you much hurt?" painted Cation.
Merely pricked the skin"
Then Brennan's angry voice rams
1tft once more.
Il demand another shot," he insist
ed loudly. Il demand 1t, l tell you,
Moorehouse. This settles nothing. and
u will not be baked just because you
don't know enough to load a gun"
Cation wheeled upon him, his blue
eyes blazing dangerously.
You demand a second shot?" he
cried Indignantly. Are you not aware,
STR. that Captain Wayne fired in the
air? 1t would be murder"
Fired In the air!" he laughed, as
~ ft was a most excellent joke. "Of
esnnirse he did. but 1t was because my
ball disconnected his aim. | fired a
second the first. but his derringer was
covering me-"
Cation strobe toward him, his face
rThite with passion.
~Eet him have 1t his way" l called
after him. for now my own blood was
ap- Il shall not be guilty of such neg
Secf again"
He did not heed me, perhaps he did
not hear.
Major Brennan" he said, facing
him, his voice trembling with feeling.
II tell o Captain Wayne purpose,
ly shot In the air. He informed me
Before coming upon the field that he
should do so. positively refuse to
permit him to face your fire again"
Brennan's face blazed; chagrin, an
ger. disappointment fairly Infatuated
him, and he seemed to lose all self
sooditrol. This is some cowardly
Erfck!" he roared, glazing about him
AZ If seeking some one upon whom
ne could vent his wrath. Damn it.
j believe my pistol was fixed to over
safsoot in order to save that fellow. l
never missed such a shot before"
Moorehouse broke in upon his raw
Ing. so astounded at these intemper.
ate words as to stutter in his speech.
~Dodo you d-dare to in-sinuate, Ma
Dor Brennan" he began, that | have
he paused, his mouth wide open,
staring toward the shed. Involuntar-
dty We glanced In that direction also,
wondering what he saw. There, in
she open doorway, as in a frame,
dressed almost entirely in white, her
graceful figure and fair young face
clearly defined against the dark back.
ground, stood Edith Brennan.
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CHAPTER xxxvI.
The last Good-by.

She exhibited no outward sign of
agitation as she left her position and
slowly advanced toward us. Daintily
lifting her skirts to keep them from
contact with the weeds under foot.
her head poised proudly. her eyes a
bit disdainful Of It all. she paused be-
fore Cation.
Lieutenant" she questioned in a
clear one which seemed to command
an answer. Il have always found you
nm impartial friend. Will you kindly
inform me rs To the true meaning of
all this?"
He hesitated. hardly knowing what
10 reply, but her imperious eyes were
supon him-they insisted, and he STAN
mered lamely:
Two OF the gentlemen, madam.
were about to settle a slight disagree
meut by means of the code"
Were about?" she echoed, scornful
az all deceit Surely I heard shots al
came through the orchard?"
-One fre has been EXCHANGED" he
reluctantly admitted.
And Capitals Wayne has been
svoundsd?"
I Was not aware until that moment
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AXLNUNI c)L4LtMEO R4M ZCNZSM

! do even now, yet | am under great
obligations which | hope some day TO
be able to requite, at least in part"
- thousand times they are already
paid" | exclaimed, eagerly, forgetting
for the moment the presence of her
silent chaperon. You have given me
that which is more than life
DO not, Captain Wayne" she in
terrupted, her checks afiame. Il
would rather forget. Please do not;
| did not send L you for that. only
to tell you | knew and understood.
We must part now. viii you say
good-bye?"
If you bid me, yes, l will say
goodbye" | answered, my self
control brought back instantly by her
words and manner, but | retain that
which | do not mean to forget-your
gracious words of invitation to the
North"
She stood with parted lips, as
though she struggled to force back
that which should not be uttered.
Then she whispered swiftly:
1T is not my wish that you
should"
Was there ever such another para
doX of a woman? | knew not how
to read her Alright, for ! scarce ever
found her twice the same. Which
represented the truth of her charac-
ter-her cool dignity, her impetuous
urida or that oaDrla tenderness which
befitted her so we'll? Which was the
armor, which the heart of this fair
lady Of The North?
AS we rode down the path to the
eastward, a snowy handkerchief fut-
tered for an instant at the library
window. l raised my hat in silent
greeting, and we were gone.
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the world. l had thought to write of
those last sad days, to picture them
III all their contrasting light and
shadow, but now | cannot. There
are thoughts too deep for human ut.
terance, memories too sacred for the
pen. | rejoice that | was a part of
II; that TO the lowering of the last
tattered battle-fiag l remained con-
slant to the best traditions of my
house. cannot sit here now, beneath
the protecting shadow of a flag for
which my son fought and died. and
write that / regret the ending. for
years or peace have taught us of the
south lessons no less valuable than
did the war; yet do l rejoice today
that, having once donned the gray. |
wore 1t until the last shotted gun
voiced Its grim message to the North.
IL is hardly more than o dream now,
sometimes vague and shadowy, again
Instinct with living figures and his
toric scenes. / require but to close
my eyes 10 behold once more those
slender lines of ragged, weary, hun
cry men, TO whom fighting had be-
come synonymous with life. l pass
again through the fiery rain of those
iast herce battles, when in despera-
uon we sought to check the un-
numbered blue legions that fairly
crushed us beneath their weight.
saw 1t all; I held a part In IL all.
Upon that April day which witnessed
the turning Of the last sad page in
this tragedy. | stood without the Nc
Lean house. ankle deep in the tram
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the story opens In a Confederate tent
~ a critical stage Of the Civil War. Gen.
zee lnparts to Capt. Wayne an important
message TO Longstreet. Accompanied by
$eTgt. Craig, an old army scout. wayne
starts on his mission. They get within
Xfte lines Of the enemy and In the dark
ness Wayne IS taken for a Federal OF
1icfT and "A young lady on horseback Is
lssven In his charge. She IS a northern
Sirt and attempts TO escape. one OF the
asorses succumbs and Craig goes through
with the dispatches. while Wayne and My
Lady Of the North are left alone. They
Gs>ek shelter I'm "A hut and entering il In
he dark a huge mastif attacks Wayne
Ane girl shoots the brute just in time
The owner Of the hut. Jed Bungay, and
ais wife appear and soon "A party OF
moTsemen approach. They are led by, a
nHau claiming to be Red LOwrie. but who
proves TO be Mai. Brennan, n Federal
Nincer whom the Union girl recognizes.
Ri@ orders the arrest of Wayne as a spy
and tie is brought before Sheridan, who
EhTeatens him with death unless he re-
gealS the secret message. Wayne believes
E"iih Brennan 10 be the wife Of Mai
Stetnan; lie Is rescued by Jed Bunga}y.
fstF9 starts TO reach Cen. Lee. while
10 Ayne in disguise penetrates To the ball
f"tIih, beneath which he had been inn
2TAaoned. He is introduced to a Miss
1ifot ara barely escapes being unmask
fulth brennan recognizing wayne,
says she will save him. Securing a pass
.nTough the lines. they are confronted By
brennan, who is knocked senseless. Then.
nslding Edith adieu. Wayne makes a
iAsA Tor liberty. He encounters Bungay.
4hey reach the Lee camp and are sent
~hh endorsements to join Early. In the
oaitte or Shenandoah the regiment is
"@@rwhelmed. and Wayne. while in the
1cspiial Is visited by Edith Brennan
:" Ayne and Bungay are sent on a scout
mig detail. and arriving at the Minor
place. Wayne meets Miss Minor and Mrs.
EsSfngay. and later Edith appears.
Wayne's detachment IL besieged by guer-
rtiaas. Brennan and his men arrive and
as1 Ia Tepelling the invaders until a res
r1iinE party OF bluecoats reach the scene.
brennan challenges Wayne to a duel; the
aaiter fres IN the air. and is himself
sounded.
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Little Matt Explained That tho Two
Pigs He Was Driving Got
His Goat.

Matt Perkins, engine driver on the
New York Central, thought his little
farm. out neal Peekskill. wouldn't be
complete without pigs. So he bought
a couple and had them sen out
much to the dismay OF Willie, his
oldest boy, who tearfully protested
that the family would be disgraced II
their acquaintances found they kept
pigs.
But the father was obdurate. and
assigned to Matt, Jr., his ~six-year-old
and youngest hopeful, the task OF
caring for the pigs. This has proved
a hard task, and little Matt has been
having his troubles during the hot
weather.
One day the pigs, being pigs. roamed
far afield. Matte. rounding them up.
drove them past the veranda. where
his mother happened to be. Matte
was talking to the pigs In no uncer.
tain terms, and 1t must be confessed
he used a word which he really should
not. Where he got 1t no one knows.
The mother promptly called him to
task. and Matte. having penned in
the pigs, returned, hot and red OF
face, to the veranda.
Matte" said his mother. sternly.
Il shall have to punish you. heard
you say a naughty word"
well, I guess I did," was the lads
penitent rejoinder. "but you See,
mamma, them pigs jest got my goat"
New York Herald.
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and esteem you most highly for your
forbearance On the field. 1t was in
deed a noble proof Of true courage.
May l ask why did you fire in the
air?"
Had she not held me so away from
her by her manner / should have then
and there told her all the truth. AS
1t was / burst not.
81 felt convinced that If my bullet
reached Major Brennan it would in
jure you. l preferred not to do that"
81 believed 1t was for my sake you
made the sacrifice" She paused: then
asked in yet lower tones: "Was my
name mentioned during your conten-
toni mean publicly"
ut was not; Cation alone is aware
l refrained because of the reason I
have already given you"
Your wound Is o s~erious?"
TOO Insignificant to be worthy of
mention"
She was silent, her eyes upon the
carpet. her bosom rising and falling
with the emotion sho sought in vain
to suppress.
II thank you for coming to me-"
she said frankly. Il shall understand
1t all better. comprehend your motive
better. for this brief talk. Whatever
you may think Of me in the future"
ana she held out her hand with some
thing Of the old frankness in the ees-
ture, do not hold m as ~ungrateful
for a single kindness you have shown
me. have not fully understood you,
Captain Wayne: indeed. l doubt II
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pied mud of the yard, surrounded by
a group of Federal officers. Within
was my commander, the old gray
hero of Virginia, together with the
great silent soldier of the North.
Few about me spoke as we waited
in restless agony. No L addressed
me, and | think there must have been
a look in my face which held them
dumb.
| know not how long I waited,
standing beside my horse, with head
half bowed upon his neck, seeing the
figures about me as in a dream. At
last the door was flung open, and
those within came forth. He was in
advance of them all. In that pale,
stern. kindly face, and within the
depths of those sorrOwful gray eyes,
| read instantly the truth-the Army
of Northern Virginia was no more.
Yet with what calm dignity did this
defeated chieftain pass down that
blue lane. his head erect, his eyes
undimmed-as dauntless in that awful
hour of surrender as when he rode
before his cheering legions of fighting
men. Only as he came to where |
stood, and caught the look of suffer
ing upon my face, did he once falter,
and then | noted no more than the
slight twitching of his lips beneath
the short gray beard.
Captain Wayne" he said, with all
his old-time courtesy, Il shall have
to trouble you to ride to General
Hills division and request him to
cease firing at once"
| turned reluctantly away from him,
knowing full we'll in my heart | was
bearing my last order, and rode at a
hard trot down the road between long
lines of waiting Federal infantry. |
scarcely SO much as saw them, for my
head was bent low over the saddle
with tears.
The sur lay hot and golden over
the dusty roads and f~enceless fields.
The air was vocal with blare of trum.
pets and roll of drums, while every.
where the eye rested upon blue lines
and long columns of marching troops.
l formed one Of a little gray squad
moving slowly southward-a mere
fragment Of the fighting men Of the
Confederacy, making their way home
ward as best they might. AS the
roads forked I left them, for here our
paths diverged, and 1t CHANGED l was
tho nn1u 0nA nh~r@ ~DN ~- -r~-A
ward.
Silently, thoughtfully I trudged on
for al hour through the thick red
dust. My horse, sOrely wounded in
our last skirmish, limped painfully be-
hind me, his bridle-rein flung care
lessly over my arm. Out yonder,
where the sun pointed the way with
streams of fire, | was to take up life
anew. Life! What was there left to
me in that word? A deserted, despoil-
ed farm alone awaited my coming;
hardly a remembered race, scarcely a
future hope. The glitter of a passing
troop of cavalry drew my mind for an
instant to Edith Brennan, but ]
crushed the thought. Even were she
free, what had ] now to place at her
proud feet,-I, a penniless, defeated,
homeless man? At a crossroads a
Federal picket halted me, md | arous-
ed sufficiently to hand him the paper
which entitled me to safe passage
through the lines He handed me
back the paper and motioned me to
pass on. l had gone a hundred yards
or more when l became aware that
he was calling after me.
CTO BE CONTINUED)
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xXXVU.

The FurIing of the Flags.
The close of the long and bitter
struggle had come; to those who
had cast their fortunes with the
South il seemed almost as the end Of
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- rS'oShsssS on Of. 3erNard. ~
The monks Of st. Bernard have
fitted the refuge huts in the most
perilous spots with telephones, which
will enable travellers In distress to
ring up for assistance.
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LITERARY Il

80 Ddildo W IlIldlllS Oh Inc
Hraise of Iincoln, a collection Of
poems in praise of the martyred presi-
dent and published by The Bobbs-
Merrill Company, writes only as a side
line. In everyday life he is a min
lister of the United Brethren denomin-
alton.
Gelett Burgess pays a tribute to
newspaper men in his latest book.
Find the Woman. IF you knew any
thing about the profession" he says,
you ought to know that any informa-
ton is safer with a good newspaper
man than with any one else" Elk
p%erience has taught many people the
truth Of this statement.
Gelett Burgess, the author of Find
the Woman, one of the sure hits Of
h seasons novels, Is continually
whining about his fate. A recent
caller found the originator Of the
purple COW looking moodily at him
self in the mirror.
I'm sorry I'm o a Greek god.
eight feet TALL" he sighed.
The caller tried to console him by
saying she hated gods of that height.
and Greek mes anyhow.
A African god, then" pleaded
Burgess.
Since the announcement Of a short
time ago that a ~posthumous novel by
Vaughn Kester Is to be published In
the future, the publishers OF Mr..
Kester's last success, The Prodigal
Judge, have received hundreds Of let
tiers from all over the United States
and Canada. 1t seems that no book
OF recent years has made such a broad
appeal as The Prodigal Judge. ono
reader ..f the book expresses the opin-
Ton that Mr.. Hester must have labor
ed under the influence Of a genuine
Inspiration while writing this novel.
All Of those who have written the
publishers express their delight at
the prospect Of reading another book
from Mr.. Kester's pen.
Since writing Secretary Of Frivol-
Gus Affairs, Mrs. May Futrelle has
been besieged by young ladies h
are anxious to secure positions a.
social secretaries such as thai held
by Loulie Goldman, heroine OF h
story. One young woman 10
the novelist that h could do every
thing Louie could do except talk
baseball. Another was frank in con-
Tossing that she thought this would
afford her a good chance to pick q
husband from among the wealthy set.
Mrs. Futrelle has been compelled to
answer that she is not running an
employment bureau, and that h
fears positions like Loulie's are few
and far between.
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It would take the constitution Of an
ostrich, the empty head Of a fool and
the nerves OF a prize-fghter to stand
poverty.