Sudden Tales Conic, to Light Which Reveal Unsuspected Activities in Strange Quarters.

LONDON, June - This war is like a chronicle. We, the public, only on eighth of a new water; the sea is out of sight, and, as with the heat, one turns its course to the surface from some underlying, outrunning water a quarter of a mile away. So with this war sudden tales comic to light which never has been such activities in the past; the current is for granted that such things are always going on. Once upon a time there was a certain type of man who would be the prey of the Pea of Murtner with thoroughness and humanity. For the sake of the hands, they are compatible. The rest of their hunting grooves were strewn with pearls; the waters they inhabit were full of eyes that gave them no sense and what they lost or expressed.  Wear and tear of the chase could not be made good till they had rut. The gauntlet to their base and make does will probably never be to light, though fragments can be picked to at intervals. The proper places are the men cornered come and go. The vanity gives only the bones that they are not dry of the tale of story. 