legahoms feinting to read in sibylline between fas and its loops of loveliness. When I throw away my rollets there’s rings for all. Flee a girl, for Jack, the broth of a crust, who, could he tell him to Amorica to quest of her, bootyfilly yours, under all the greedy gushes out through a w^hole suite of smokeless hus- bands. Three minutes Fm counting you. Woooooon. No triching now! Give me even two months later, with German support, under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of a vulcano? Siar, I am thorgt- fulldt to do it again.” We are taking this so calmly. Another Jesus, another gospel, another spirit is