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    <channel>        <title>The Other Side Speaks - All Photos</title>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:01:04 +0000</pubDate>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4161</guid>             <title>school at, Chief o</title>
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            by Tammy H. Hey could operate only in southern waters. The later _U.C.-boats_ were
170 to 180 feet long, double-hulled, had a surface speed of 11 to 12
knots and a submerged speed of about 7 knots, carried 18 mines, three
torpedo tubes, five torpedoes, and one 22-pounder gun, and their fuel
endurance was 8,000 to 10,000 miles at a speed of 7 to 8 knots. At the
end of February, 1917, it was estimated that the enemy had a total of
about 130 submarines of all types available for use in home waters, and
about 20 in the Mediterranean. Of this total an average of between
one-half and one-third was usually at sea. During the year about eight
submarines, on the average, were added monthly to this total. Of this
number some 50 per cent, were vessels of the mine-laying type. All the
German submarines were capable of prolonged endurance submerged. The
U-boats could travel under water at the slowest speed for some 48 hours,
at about 4 knots for 20 hours, at 5 knots for about 12 hours, and at 8
knots for about 2 hours. They were tested to depths of at least 180
feet, but many submerged to depths exceeding 250 feet without injury.
They did not usually lie on the bottom at depths greatly exceeding 20
fathoms (120 feet). All German submarines, except possibly the _cruiser
class_, could dive from diving trim in from 30 seconds to one minute.
The _U.B. class_ had particularly rapid diving qualities, and were very
popular boats with the German submarine officers. Perhaps the most
noticeable features of the German submarines as a whole were their
excellent engines and their great strength of construction. Prior to the
month of February, 1917, it was the usual practice of the enemy
submarine in the warfare against merchant ships to give some warning
before deli</description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 19:52:36 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>Hey could operate only in southern waters. The later _U.C.-boats_ were
170 to 180 feet long, double-hulled, had a surface speed of 11 to 12
knots and a submerged speed of about 7 knots, carried 18 mines, three
torpedo tubes, five torpedoes, and one 22-pounder gun, and their fuel
endurance was 8,000 to 10,000 miles at a speed of 7 to 8 knots. At the
end of February, 1917, it was estimated that the enemy had a total of
about 130 submarines of all types available for use in home waters, and
about 20 in the Mediterranean. Of this total an average of between
one-half and one-third was usually at sea. During the year about eight
submarines, on the average, were added monthly to this total. Of this
number some 50 per cent, were vessels of the mine-laying type. All the
German submarines were capable of prolonged endurance submerged. The
U-boats could travel under water at the slowest speed for some 48 hours,
at about 4 knots for 20 hours, at 5 knots for about 12 hours, and at 8
knots for about 2 hours. They were tested to depths of at least 180
feet, but many submerged to depths exceeding 250 feet without injury.
They did not usually lie on the bottom at depths greatly exceeding 20
fathoms (120 feet). All German submarines, except possibly the _cruiser
class_, could dive from diving trim in from 30 seconds to one minute.
The _U.B. class_ had particularly rapid diving qualities, and were very
popular boats with the German submarine officers. Perhaps the most
noticeable features of the German submarines as a whole were their
excellent engines and their great strength of construction. Prior to the
month of February, 1917, it was the usual practice of the enemy
submarine in the warfare against merchant ships to give some warning
before deli</media:description>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4141</guid>             <title>Ut this I know: so penetrated am I by your goodness, that, if ever you sho</title>
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            by Tammy H. Before, which took no effect on him, so this will only put him to sleep
for twelve hours or so. Lord, listen how he snores! A thunderstorm
wouldn&#039;t wake him.&quot; &quot;Well?&quot; &quot;Next, as soon as he was asleep, I went into
his room in my stocking-feet, and closed all the solid wooden shutters,
to make him believe it is still night when he does awake and f</description>
                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>Before, which took no effect on him, so this will only put him to sleep
for twelve hours or so. Lord, listen how he snores! A thunderstorm
wouldn&#039;t wake him.&quot; &quot;Well?&quot; &quot;Next, as soon as he was asleep, I went into
his room in my stocking-feet, and closed all the solid wooden shutters,
to make him believe it is still night when he does awake and f</media:description>
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	            <media:credit role="photographer">Tammy H.</media:credit>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4121</guid>             <title>its rightful</title>
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            by Tammy H. Xpected to speak? The man who dallies with death and destruction to the
last moment--who is only anxious to yield to an insolent and
unscrupulous foe, is just the one of all others who, when the struggle
comes, wails and howls despair. Their hearts were always with Southern
aristocracy, these venerable Sweetsops who would have gladly compromised
Northern dignity and manliness down to its very face in the mud before
the devil himself, and then have explained their course by referring to
Christian example, as though Christ himself had not dared death time and
again, and finally suffered it as an example that there _is_ a limit
where it is _better_ to perish than that evil should prevail over the
truth. They are all Southrons at heart. Did not the venerable John Bell,
only the other day, when he was offered a safe conduct by Federal forces
out of Dixie, prefer to remain there? Of course he did. _Ubi bene ibi
patria._ We feel and know instinctively where they belong and what they
are, these men whose inordinate vanity of respectability so far
outweighs their sense of truth, honor, and manhood. Very well taken off
are they in a happy hit--author to us unknown--setting forth what they
would have agreed on in convention had they lived at the time of the
first murder: &#039;_Resolved_, That we are equally opposed to the pretended
piety and evident fanaticism of Abel and the authorized violence of the
high-toned and chivalrous Cain. &#039;_Resolved_, That the &#039;Ultras&#039; who are
clamoring for the hanging of Cain, which would only exasperate him,
desire to destroy the domestic happiness and peace of the family, and
have no other purpose in view. &#039;_Resolved_, That we are in favor of
punishing both parties, and invite all conservative men to unite with us
in frowning down this whole business. &#039;_Reso</description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 20:26:43 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>Xpected to speak? The man who dallies with death and destruction to the
last moment--who is only anxious to yield to an insolent and
unscrupulous foe, is just the one of all others who, when the struggle
comes, wails and howls despair. Their hearts were always with Southern
aristocracy, these venerable Sweetsops who would have gladly compromised
Northern dignity and manliness down to its very face in the mud before
the devil himself, and then have explained their course by referring to
Christian example, as though Christ himself had not dared death time and
again, and finally suffered it as an example that there _is_ a limit
where it is _better_ to perish than that evil should prevail over the
truth. They are all Southrons at heart. Did not the venerable John Bell,
only the other day, when he was offered a safe conduct by Federal forces
out of Dixie, prefer to remain there? Of course he did. _Ubi bene ibi
patria._ We feel and know instinctively where they belong and what they
are, these men whose inordinate vanity of respectability so far
outweighs their sense of truth, honor, and manhood. Very well taken off
are they in a happy hit--author to us unknown--setting forth what they
would have agreed on in convention had they lived at the time of the
first murder: &#039;_Resolved_, That we are equally opposed to the pretended
piety and evident fanaticism of Abel and the authorized violence of the
high-toned and chivalrous Cain. &#039;_Resolved_, That the &#039;Ultras&#039; who are
clamoring for the hanging of Cain, which would only exasperate him,
desire to destroy the domestic happiness and peace of the family, and
have no other purpose in view. &#039;_Resolved_, That we are in favor of
punishing both parties, and invite all conservative men to unite with us
in frowning down this whole business. &#039;_Reso</media:description>
	            <media:thumbnail url="http://api.ning.com/files/QQ3O3tgz*0B-aQepc9syXYfjOoVmsSNYCwoogjHY46lhTfq0BRPGYUpKOJglBHN2FASk8gumU-0M-AYebxqyUltvBEgODGqO/methyl.jpg?width=240&amp;height=184" width="240" height="184" />
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	            <media:credit role="photographer">Tammy H.</media:credit>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4101</guid>             <title>iselle de C</title>
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            by Tammy H. Hout a single drawing being made of the portal, which was in perfect
preservation. The only voice raised to save this monument of a past art
found no echo, either in the town itself or in the department. Though
the castle of Issoudun has the appearance of an old town, with its
narrow streets and its ancient mansions, the city itself, properly so
called, which was captured and burned at different epochs, notably
during the Fronde, when it was laid in ashes, has a modern air. Streets
that are spacious in comparison with those of other towns, and
well-built houses form a striking contrast to the aspect of the
citadel,--a contrast that has won for Issoudun, in certain geographies,
the epithet of &quot;pretty.&quot; In a town thus constituted, without the least
activity, even business activity,</description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 23:33:11 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>Hout a single drawing being made of the portal, which was in perfect
preservation. The only voice raised to save this monument of a past art
found no echo, either in the town itself or in the department. Though
the castle of Issoudun has the appearance of an old town, with its
narrow streets and its ancient mansions, the city itself, properly so
called, which was captured and burned at different epochs, notably
during the Fronde, when it was laid in ashes, has a modern air. Streets
that are spacious in comparison with those of other towns, and
well-built houses form a striking contrast to the aspect of the
citadel,--a contrast that has won for Issoudun, in certain geographies,
the epithet of &quot;pretty.&quot; In a town thus constituted, without the least
activity, even business activity,</media:description>
	            <media:thumbnail url="http://api.ning.com/files/vJsE93eNYHadDZiQnBNZO3H9-QdHpD-*MSf2Jttf7zXOLy8IKN9KUrJJ17VWzD-oR24RZRos0JU8CI0mu8y*L5y-wYPw9qw-/ratfish.jpg?width=240&amp;height=218" width="240" height="218" />
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	            <media:credit role="photographer">Tammy H.</media:credit>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4081</guid>             <title>Nd any volunteers associated with the pr</title>
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                            <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/0qCYtmqxDqMowHaOP5AI5vYfj-TcEXEgXo-D9SPSp86mqLABIgNYVYrSVqGCWkjlF43SqomXgVgAAQDtI-5KJleOrmgHV-hj/maikop.jpg?width=330&amp;amp;height=283&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/0qCYtmqxDqMowHaOP5AI5vYfj-TcEXEgXo-D9SPSp86mqLABIgNYVYrSVqGCWkjlF43SqomXgVgAAQDtI-5KJleOrmgHV-hj/maikop.jpg?width=240&amp;height=205&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
                
            by Tammy H. Ther, and drifts colliding and recoiling and caroming off in new
directions. From Central Europe the Aryans have drifted into Asia, and
from Central Asia the Turanians have drift</description>
                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 02:41:46 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>Ther, and drifts colliding and recoiling and caroming off in new
directions. From Central Europe the Aryans have drifted into Asia, and
from Central Asia the Turanians have drift</media:description>
	            <media:thumbnail url="http://api.ning.com/files/0qCYtmqxDqMowHaOP5AI5vYfj-TcEXEgXo-D9SPSp86mqLABIgNYVYrSVqGCWkjlF43SqomXgVgAAQDtI-5KJleOrmgHV-hj/maikop.jpg?width=240&amp;height=205" width="240" height="205" />
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	            <media:credit role="photographer">Tammy H.</media:credit>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4064</guid>             <title>moment t</title>
            <link>http://theothersidespeaks.ning.com/photo/moment-t</link>
                            <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/3oLz0N-C75PDATS3D2S0ZB*v1ZBHMu*R7vRDVrvXEd-Yo7y6*vexX0f2VR*51*veQ5rpBqW6Vo-0kp5KSCf-OjxuVrtWMRvT/permissions.jpg?width=337&amp;amp;height=316&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/3oLz0N-C75PDATS3D2S0ZB*v1ZBHMu*R7vRDVrvXEd-Yo7y6*vexX0f2VR*51*veQ5rpBqW6Vo-0kp5KSCf-OjxuVrtWMRvT/permissions.jpg?width=240&amp;height=225&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
                
            by Tammy H. In reply; the tear stood in his eyes; his hand trembled as I pressed it;
his heart was full; he could only say, &quot;Sir, a poor old man thanks you
for your kindness to him and his family. God bless you, sir; I hope we
shall soon see you again.&quot; Thus we parted for that day. CHAPTER V. It
has not unfrequently been observed, that when it is the Lord&#039;s pleasure
to remove any of his faithful followers out of this life at an early
period of their course, they make rapid progress in the experience of
Divine truth. The fruits of the Spirit ripen fast, as they advance to
the close of mortal existence. In particular, they grow in humility,
through a deeper sense of inward corruption, and a clearer view of the
perfect character of the Saviour. Disease and bodily weakness make the
thoughts of eternity recur with frequency and power. The great question
of their own personal salvation, the quality of their faith, the
sincerity of their love, and the purity of their hope, are in continual
exercise. Unseen realities, at such a time, occupy a larger portion of
thought than before. The state of existence beyond the grave, the
invisible world, the unaltered character of the dead, the future
judgment, the total separation from everything earthly, the dissolution
of body and spirit, and their reunion at the solemn hour of
resurrection--these are subjects for their meditation, which call for
serious earnestness of soul. Whatever consolations from the Spirit of
God they may have enjoyed heretofore, they become now doubly anxious to
examine and prove themselves, &quot;whether they be indeed in the faith.&quot; In
doing this, they sometimes pass through hidden conflicts of a dark and
distressing nature; from which, however, they come forth, like gold
tried in the furnace. Awhile they may sow in tears, but soon they reap
in joy. Their religious feelings have then, perhaps, less of ecstasy,
but more of serenity. As the ears of corn ripen for the harvest, they
bow their heads nearer to the ground. So it is with believers; they then
see more than ever of their own imperfection, and often express their
sense of it in strong language; yet they repose with a growing confidenc</description>
                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 11:15:40 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>In reply; the tear stood in his eyes; his hand trembled as I pressed it;
his heart was full; he could only say, &quot;Sir, a poor old man thanks you
for your kindness to him and his family. God bless you, sir; I hope we
shall soon see you again.&quot; Thus we parted for that day. CHAPTER V. It
has not unfrequently been observed, that when it is the Lord&#039;s pleasure
to remove any of his faithful followers out of this life at an early
period of their course, they make rapid progress in the experience of
Divine truth. The fruits of the Spirit ripen fast, as they advance to
the close of mortal existence. In particular, they grow in humility,
through a deeper sense of inward corruption, and a clearer view of the
perfect character of the Saviour. Disease and bodily weakness make the
thoughts of eternity recur with frequency and power. The great question
of their own personal salvation, the quality of their faith, the
sincerity of their love, and the purity of their hope, are in continual
exercise. Unseen realities, at such a time, occupy a larger portion of
thought than before. The state of existence beyond the grave, the
invisible world, the unaltered character of the dead, the future
judgment, the total separation from everything earthly, the dissolution
of body and spirit, and their reunion at the solemn hour of
resurrection--these are subjects for their meditation, which call for
serious earnestness of soul. Whatever consolations from the Spirit of
God they may have enjoyed heretofore, they become now doubly anxious to
examine and prove themselves, &quot;whether they be indeed in the faith.&quot; In
doing this, they sometimes pass through hidden conflicts of a dark and
distressing nature; from which, however, they come forth, like gold
tried in the furnace. Awhile they may sow in tears, but soon they reap
in joy. Their religious feelings have then, perhaps, less of ecstasy,
but more of serenity. As the ears of corn ripen for the harvest, they
bow their heads nearer to the ground. So it is with believers; they then
see more than ever of their own imperfection, and often express their
sense of it in strong language; yet they repose with a growing confidenc</media:description>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4063</guid>             <title>Tun her. &quot;Hadria, pronounce my fate. Do you wish for venge</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 20:16:25 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>The best in human nature were always to be hunted down and extinguished,
if the efforts to rise in the scale of being, to bring gifts instead of
merely absorbing benefits, were only by a rare combination of chances to
escape the doom</media:description>
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	            <media:credit role="photographer">Tammy H.</media:credit>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4062</guid>             <title>she s</title>
            <link>http://theothersidespeaks.ning.com/photo/she-s</link>
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            by Tammy H. put on. [5] Vacancies _(vacances)_ vacations. [6] Well elevated _(bien
elevee_) well bred. Greenville Falls. N.Y. Jan. 2, &#039;17. Deer Miss
Secretary, There is something off about my godchild, you no the one you
give me to suport, well dad rored when he saw the letter but I think he
is a nut and mother sez he is two elevated fer me, so hoping you will
get me a nuther one I will close hoping you are well. Yours truly, James
P. Jackson Jr. P.S. I will rite just the same to this one till you get
me a nuther one. Greenville Falls. N.Y. Jan. 2, 1917. Deer godchild How
are you? I got your letter al-rite and what I wood like to no is what in
thunder is that goat stuff you are drivin at? I didnt call you no names
excep dere godchild and kid and you are both, and a godchild is a
godchild and sometimes a kid is a goat and sometimes a goat is a kid and
if you dont stop your kiddin you&#039;ll get my goat see? Mebbe you didn&#039;t
mene to be fresh and if you didnt will call it square and say no more
about it, ennyway I guess you use that bloomin dickshunary two much.
Dickshunaries is like girls and is al-rite in there line, but I aint got
much use fer them and you had best chuck yours out the window. I guess
85lbs. is a good ole wait but 39 is something feerce, why even Heloise
aged 5 ways 45 and she dont eat enny of that codfish liver, and say what
does it test like ennyway? I bet it tests like ole get out. I told
Mother you wade only 39 and she sed, my goodness he must have
tuberculosees, and dad sed, no, he has not had enuf meat, but I sed no
but he is going to have some now I am suporting him. What do you think?
I got enuf money to suport you fer too weaks, and if you will cross your
heart not to tell because I promist I woodnt and you must do the same, I
will tell you how it hapened, well it was t</description>
                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 08:49:07 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>put on. [5] Vacancies _(vacances)_ vacations. [6] Well elevated _(bien
elevee_) well bred. Greenville Falls. N.Y. Jan. 2, &#039;17. Deer Miss
Secretary, There is something off about my godchild, you no the one you
give me to suport, well dad rored when he saw the letter but I think he
is a nut and mother sez he is two elevated fer me, so hoping you will
get me a nuther one I will close hoping you are well. Yours truly, James
P. Jackson Jr. P.S. I will rite just the same to this one till you get
me a nuther one. Greenville Falls. N.Y. Jan. 2, 1917. Deer godchild How
are you? I got your letter al-rite and what I wood like to no is what in
thunder is that goat stuff you are drivin at? I didnt call you no names
excep dere godchild and kid and you are both, and a godchild is a
godchild and sometimes a kid is a goat and sometimes a goat is a kid and
if you dont stop your kiddin you&#039;ll get my goat see? Mebbe you didn&#039;t
mene to be fresh and if you didnt will call it square and say no more
about it, ennyway I guess you use that bloomin dickshunary two much.
Dickshunaries is like girls and is al-rite in there line, but I aint got
much use fer them and you had best chuck yours out the window. I guess
85lbs. is a good ole wait but 39 is something feerce, why even Heloise
aged 5 ways 45 and she dont eat enny of that codfish liver, and say what
does it test like ennyway? I bet it tests like ole get out. I told
Mother you wade only 39 and she sed, my goodness he must have
tuberculosees, and dad sed, no, he has not had enuf meat, but I sed no
but he is going to have some now I am suporting him. What do you think?
I got enuf money to suport you fer too weaks, and if you will cross your
heart not to tell because I promist I woodnt and you must do the same, I
will tell you how it hapened, well it was t</media:description>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4061</guid>             <title>fortify Port Hudson here</title>
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            by Tammy H. T yourself. I&#039;ll do my best.&quot; It was all whispered, that the minister
and Mrs. Morse might not hear. &quot;If it</description>
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            	            <media:description>T yourself. I&#039;ll do my best.&quot; It was all whispered, that the minister
and Mrs. Morse might not hear. &quot;If it</media:description>
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                        	<guid>1057399:Photo:4041</guid>             <title>peak, suh, I knows a</title>
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                            <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/JS1Th9v7*bkXVOiPT0UvW7NgTbXy6gaMj0hBF3oFJwHoY0FBoPJ5kt58oe0yDCiHFyxR1eZo0EO0DK-BXJivVAB3PFYFoRhy/bittersweet.jpg?width=356&amp;amp;height=332&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://api.ning.com/files/JS1Th9v7*bkXVOiPT0UvW7NgTbXy6gaMj0hBF3oFJwHoY0FBoPJ5kt58oe0yDCiHFyxR1eZo0EO0DK-BXJivVAB3PFYFoRhy/bittersweet.jpg?width=240&amp;height=223&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
                
            by Tammy H. seemingly vanished from Beaver County. Fetters&#039;s lieutenants were
active in their search for him, but sought in vain. _Twenty-eight_ Ben
Dudley awoke the morning after the assembly ball, with a violent
headache and a sense of extreme depression, which was not relieved by
the sight of his reflection in the looking-glass of the bureau in the
hotel bedroom where he found himself. One of his eyes was bloodshot, and
surrounded by a wide area of discolouration, and he was conscious of
several painful contusions on other portions of his body. His clothing
was badly disordered and stained with blood; and, all in all, he was
scarcely in a condition to appear in public. He made such a toilet as he
could, and, anxious to avoid observation, had his horse brought from the
livery around to the rear door of the hotel, and left for Mink Run by
the back streets. He did not return to town for a week, and when he made
his next appearance there, upon strictly a business visit, did not go
near the Treadwells&#039;, and wore such a repellent look that no one
ventured to speak to him about his encounter with Fetters and McRae. He
was humiliated and ashamed, and angry with himself and all the world. He
had lost Graciella already; any possibility that might have remained of
regaining her affection, was destroyed by his having made her name the
excuse for a barroom broil. His uncle was not well, and with the decline
of his health, his monomania grew more acute and more absorbing, and he
spent most of his time in the search for t</description>
                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 10:22:15 +0000</pubDate>
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            	            <media:description>seemingly vanished from Beaver County. Fetters&#039;s lieutenants were
active in their search for him, but sought in vain. _Twenty-eight_ Ben
Dudley awoke the morning after the assembly ball, with a violent
headache and a sense of extreme depression, which was not relieved by
the sight of his reflection in the looking-glass of the bureau in the
hotel bedroom where he found himself. One of his eyes was bloodshot, and
surrounded by a wide area of discolouration, and he was conscious of
several painful contusions on other portions of his body. His clothing
was badly disordered and stained with blood; and, all in all, he was
scarcely in a condition to appear in public. He made such a toilet as he
could, and, anxious to avoid observation, had his horse brought from the
livery around to the rear door of the hotel, and left for Mink Run by
the back streets. He did not return to town for a week, and when he made
his next appearance there, upon strictly a business visit, did not go
near the Treadwells&#039;, and wore such a repellent look that no one
ventured to speak to him about his encounter with Fetters and McRae. He
was humiliated and ashamed, and angry with himself and all the world. He
had lost Graciella already; any possibility that might have remained of
regaining her affection, was destroyed by his having made her name the
excuse for a barroom broil. His uncle was not well, and with the decline
of his health, his monomania grew more acute and more absorbing, and he
spent most of his time in the search for t</media:description>
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