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Mr. Obe. and I dissolved the firm by mutual, silent consent. 

 He resumed the manufacture of vinegar, and I confined my 

 efforts strictly to the affairs of the National Hotel. 



But I have since thought we broke ranks prematurely, and 

 lost a great opportunity, one that might have proved a for- 

 tune to us, as the power from that dried aj^ple cider might 

 have been most profitably utilized (instead of the engine) 

 under the artesian well. Why, there was force enough in one 

 of those kegs of dried apple cider to have thrown the water 

 clear over the Kimball House, and rushed it through the 

 piping to every part of the city. 



