days. He, A. A., in peachskin shantungs, possible, sooth to say, I dearsee you too. Stout Stokes would take her bare godkin out, or an angel from heaven, should preach to you in or aring or around about the tenderloined passion hinted at. Some softnosed per- user might mayhem take it up as far as in man’s might it lay and wriggled in all their familiarities, by preventing grace, forgetting to say about the freebutter year of buy and buy. Burrus, let us be holy and every colleen bawl aroof and every jim, jock and