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ther. he hard a great cry from s e man
in mortal di trc:Aes r an uish, and rose up
gruhmb)ling at the disturbing wavs of moderns.
The tall, red ghost of a min burst into the
jical, reaching one hand, shaking like a /Wc
reed, for the lantern hanging on its nail. The
other spread a letter on tile table.
"Look at this letter, Perez," cried the man.
'Who wrote it"
'.lh, Dios! it is Senor Sandriidec," mum-
bled the old man, alprolchi ng . "r'mrs,
vo-r, that letter was w ritten by 'E / Chi '1 .,'
he is called-l the man of Toniia. Thi
She is a 1 bad man; I do not lknmi . While
I'nia slept hlie w rote the letter andl sent it
V this oldh hand of mine to l)Domingo Sales
to be brought to you. Is there an thing
xrong in the letter? I am ery ohl; and I
did not know. I aqli, c )io! it is a cr
foolish world; and there is nothiii i thei
house to drink-nolhing ,to drink."
Just then ull that " nulridgc Coul lthink.
of to do \a to "o outride anl thrmy him-elf
face dml am urd in the dust b hi ide o hi,
hunm ing ]lird, of whom not a leaher tl
tered. lie s not a Inhallcir hi insinert
and he could not un n llthcr Ie li i.e ni Ctio, ot
A mile a 1't the rider \\ho had ridhi p;t
the w agon->hed >trucl: k l p h;u>h, unillncful
song, the 1 ords af whih Ibegan:
m "t Iv mmkj j tilh m Lulu gill,
I'll" tell PM. Mi~at I'll ilu---
By ARTHUR COL.TON
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r , cat lbelieve- that she can
Like bubolinks in June;i
She >I sl to this like anything,
Slt ha inkers for a tune;
Thy l-ric joys that in her throng,
She J < them for the gift of -i
I w\i h that hi ',,i d puihu i i:
This vanity from her;
I xwish she might be satifcdii
To purr, and onl ,, purr,
Scrking no oprutici famnc,
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