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I nnd the letter hnd not been discovered
anyway. Ho did not even regret tho
bold falsehood ho hnd uttered or tho
practical subornntlon of perjury of
which ho had been guilty in drawing
Author and Clergyman Civil Engineer
This Is a Thrilling Story
of American Life as Strong,
Courageous Men Live It
Copyright by Fleming II. Rcvell Co.
Bertram Mcado, Sr., plans n great International bridge for tho Mart
let Construction company. IIIh son, Bertrnm Meade, Jr., resident
engineer at tho bridge site, and Helen Illlngworth, (laughter of Colonel
Ullngworth, president of tho Martlet concern, are engaged to marry as
soon as the work is finished. The young engineer had questioned his
father's judgment on certain calculations nnd was laughed nt for his
fear. The bridge collapses and lfiO workmen nro killed. Mcnde,
6onIor, drops dead after giving orders thnt his failure should he mado
public. Tho orders nrc not carried out. Young Mcado takes the
Maine nnd releases Ilelcn from her engagement.
CHAPTER IX Continued.
"Shurtllff," said tho young engineer,
nfter tho mound hnd been heaped up
nnd covered with sods nnd strewn with
flowers nnd tho workmen had gone, "I
hnvc left everything I possess In your
charge. You have a power of attor
ney to receive and pny out all moneys;
to deposit, Invest, and carry on my fa
ther's estate. Tho ofllco Is to bo closed
nnd tho house Is to bo sold. My will,
In which I leave everything to Miss Il
llngworth, Is In your hands. You nro
empowered to draw from tho revenue
"Oh, my God," said Meade, "this la
moro than I can bear."
"I don't want to force you to do any
thing you don't want to do nnd you
nro not in any mood to discuss theso
things," sho said in quick compassion.
"Some day you will como back to me."
lie stretched out his hands toward
her over tho grave.
"I don't know," ho cried. "I dure
not hope."
"With lovo like ours," she nnsworcd,
"all tilings aro possible."
"I can't bind you. You must bo free,"
ho said slowly, turrJng his head.
"You nro breaking my henrt, but I
shall llvo and light on for lovo and
"Cod bless you."
"You nro going nwny?" sho asked nt
"I must break with everything. I
must glvo you your chanco of freedom."
"Very well," snld tho woman. "Now
hear inc. You enn't go so far on this
earth or hldo yourself nwny so cun
ningly but that I can find you nnd
inaybo follow you. And I will. Now,
I must go. I left my enr down tho
road yonder. Will you go with mo?"
Tho man shook his head nnd knelt
down beforo her suddenly nnd caught
her skirt In his grasp. Ills nrms swept
around her knees. Sho yielded ono
: hand to tho prcssuro of his Hps nnd
laid tho other upon his head.
"Go now," ho whispered, "for God's
sake. If I look nt you I must follow."
I Want to Stay Hero a Little Whllo
by Myself."
Bf tho cstnto your present salary so
long as you live, if anything happens
to mo you will hnvo tho will probated
pnd bo governed accordingly."
"Mr. Mcado," snld tho old man, nnd
fie somehow found dmsclf transferring
Tho New Rodman.
Thero nro no moro beautiful valleys
nnywhero than thoso cut by tho waters
of primeval Hoods through tho foothills
of tho great Bnow-covered Itocky moun
tains. Tho erosions nnd washings of
untold centuries hnvo flung out in front
of tho grnnlto rnmpnrts of succession
of lower elovntlons llko tho bnstlons of.
n fortress. At first scarcely to bo dis
tinguished from tho main rango In
height nnd ruggedness theso ravelins
and escarpments grndunlly decrenso in
tho affection which ho had thought hnd
heeiT hurled liononth itin nnil nn flint
long mound beforo him, to tho younger ,tIt,u, nnl B,z until they turn Into
man. lie hnd loved and served n 11 Bcr,cs of moro or lcss disconnected,
Mendo ull his llfo nnd ho beenn to sco """'J rounueu mils, llko outllung
Ihat ho could not stop now, nor could
ho lavish what ho hnd to glvo merely
ttn a remembrance, "Mr. Meade," ho
tald, "where nro you going nnd what
no you Intend to do?"
"i uont unow whoro I shall go, or
what I Bhall undortuko eventually,"
aid tho ninn. "I'm going to lcavo
pvorythlng behind now and try to got n
Uttlo rest nt first."
"And you will keep mo advised of
your whereabouts?"
Tcrhnps I don't know. Ono last
Injunction: you aro not to tell anyono
tho truth."
-uou loruiu," earn anurtiiir, "wo
avo lied to preserve tho honor nnd
tamo of him wo loved who lies here."
"Don't render our perjuries of non
"I will not, sir. I haven't fqund that
paper. I guess It was destroyed,"
"I presumo s.0. And now, goo.d-by."
1 "Aren't you coming with mo?"
"I want to stay liero a Uttlo whllo by
Shurtllff turned aud 'walked away.
When ho reached tho road, down which
fco must go, ho stopped and faced about
again. Mendo was standing where ho
bad been. Tho old man took off his
bat In reverent farewell.
Mcado wns not left alone. Uoyond
tho hillside whero his father had been
burled roso u clump of trees. Bushes
trrew nt their feet. A woman should
man, be burled without woman's tears?
-had stood concealed there waiting.
Helen Illlngworth hnd wept over tho
dreariness, tho inournfulnoss of It ull.
Sho had hoped thut Mendo might stay
lifter the other went and now Uiat ho
earthworks, finally merging themselves
by gradual slopes Into tho dlstnnt
plains overlooked by tho great penks
or tho mountains.
Tho monotony of theso pine-clad,
wind-swept slopes Is broken oven In
tho low hllls-by out-thrustlngs of stono,
sometimes tho hnrd Igneous rock, tho
grnnlto of tho mountains, moro fre
quently tho softer red snndstono of n
period later, yet Ineffably old. Theso
cliffs, buttcs, hills and mesas hnvo
been wonthorod Into strango nnd fan-
tastlc shapes which diversify tho land-
scapo nnd ndd charm to tho country.
Tho narrow canons In which tho
snow-bed streams tako their rlso grad
ually wldeu as tho water follows Its
tortuous courso down tho mountains
through tho subsiding ranges nnd out
njnong tha foothills to tho sandy, arid,
windy plnlns beyond. At tho entrnnco
of ono of tho loveliest of theso broad
nnd verdant valleys, a short dlstanco
nbovo Its confluence with n nnrrowcr,
moro rugged rnvlno through tho hills,
lay tho thriving Uttlo towu of Coro-
Somo twenty miles bnck from tho
town nt a plnco whero tho vnlloy was
nnrrowed to a quarter of n mile, nnd
separating It from tho paralleling rn
vine, roso n hugo snndstono rock called
Spanish Mesa. Its top, somo hundreds
of feet higher than tho tree-clad huso
of tho hills, was mulnly level. Prom
Its high elevation tho country could bo
seen for many miles, mountains on ono
hand, plnlns on tho other. It stood
llko nn Island In n sen of verdure. Lit
tle spurs nnd ridges ran from It. To
ward tho rango It descended nnd con-
plorers, prospectors nnd adventurers,
who sought what they craved In tho
wild hills. There wore ono or two good
hotels for tourists, unusually extensive
general stores of the better class,
where hunting nnd prospecting parties
could be outlined, aud tho hlgh-llvlng,
extravagant cnttle ranchers could get
what they demnnded. Besides all
these thero wcro tho modest homes of
the lovers of tho rough but exhilarating
and heultli-glvlng life of the Itocky
mountains. Of course thero wcro nu
merous saloons ami gambling halls,
and the town wns tho haunt of cow
boys, hunters, miner?, Indians tho old
frontier with n few touches of civiliza
tion added I
What was left of tho river, which
had mado tho valley and during the
Infrequent periods of rnln too brief to
bo known as tho rainy season, it really
lived up to tho nnni'j of river flowed
merrily through the town, when It
flowed nt nil, under tho namo of Picket
Wire. When tho railroad camo tho
Picket "Wire had been first studied In
tho hopo of finding u practicable way
over the mountains, but tho ravino on
tho other sldo of the mesa had been
found to offer a shorter nnd moro prac
ticable route. And, by tho way, this
ravine, taking Its namo from tho Uttlo
brook far down In Its nnrrows, wns
known as the "Kicking Horse."
So tho railroad rnn up tho rnvlno
nnd tho Picket WIro wns left still vir
gin to tho assaults of mnn. But tho
day camo when it wns despoiled of Its
hitherto long stnndlng, unravlshcd In
nocence. Shouts of men, crncklng of
whips, trampling of horses, groaning
of wheels, wordless but vocal protests
of beasts of burden mingled with tho
ringing of nxes, tho detonations of dy
namlte. Tho whlstlo of engines nnd
tho ronr of stenm filled tho vnlloy. Un
der tho direction of engineers, n hugo
mound of earth arose across its nar
rowest part, nearest n shoulder, or
spur, of tho mesa reaching westward.
No moro should tho silver Picket WIro
flow unvcxed on Us way to tho sea. It
was to bo dammed.
All that tho huge, hot inferno of
baked plain, whero sago brush nnd
buffalo grass alono grow, needed to
mako It burgeon with wheat and corn
wns water. Tho Uttlo Picket Wire,
which had meandered nnd sparkled
and chattered on at Its own sweet will
was now to ho held until It filled a
great lakcllko reservoir In tho hills
back of tho now earth dam. Then
through skillfully located Irrigation
ditches tho water was to bo given to
tho millions of hungry Uttlo wheatlets
nnd cornlcts, which would clamor for a
drink. Tho flcrco sun was no longer to
work Its unthwdrtcd will In burnlug
up tho prairie.
With tho promise of water on tho
plain beyond, Coronado sprang Into
nower nnd moro vigorous life. In tho
langungo of tho West It "boomed." Tho
railroad had been a forlorn branch
running up Into tho mountnlns nnd
ending nowhere. Its first builders had
been daunted by difficulties and lack
of money, but ns soon us tho great dam
wns projected, which would open sov-
cral hundred thousand acres for culti
vation nnd servo ns nn inspiration In
Its prnctlcal results to other similar
nttompts, pcoplo camo swurmlng Into
tho country buying up tho land, tho
prlco for ncrcngo steadily mounting,
Tho railroad accordingly found It
worth whllo to tako up tho long-aban
doncd construction work of mounting
tho rango and crossing it Men sud
denly observed that It was tho short-
gorge past tho other sldo of tho Span
ish Mesa another higher trestle hnd al
ready been rcplnced by a splendid
steel arch. A siding had been built
neur tho ravine, n path made to tho
foot of tho mesa, and arrangements
wcro being made to run n local train
up from tho town when all was com
pleted to give the people nn oppor
tunity to ride up tho gorge nnd see tho
great pile of rock, on which cnterprlso
was already planning tho desecration
of n summer hotel, tho blasphemy of
an amusement park 1
Up tho valley of tho Picket Wire ono
morning In early fall came a young
man roughly dressed like tho avcrago
cow-punehor from the ranches further
north. He rode well, yet with n cer
tain attention to detail and n nlceness
that betrayed him to tho real rough
rider of tho range, just ns tho clothes
he wore, although they 'were tho or
dinary cattleman's outfit, were worn
in a little different way thnt again be
trayed him. Ono look Into tho fnco of
the man, albeit his mustache aud beard
was nlono sho camo to him. Sho laid tracted Into a narrow saddlo, vulgarly
her hand upon bis arm. IIo turned nnd known ns a "hog-back," whero 'tho
looked nt her. granlto of tho mountains was hidden
"I knew thnt you would bo hero," ho undor a deep covering of grass-grown
earth, which formed tho only division
between tho vnlloy and tho gorge or
ravino, beforo tho land, widening, roso
Into tho noxt hill.
The pcoplo camo from miles away
to seo that Interesting and curious
mesa, much moro striking In Its np
penranco than Baldwin's knob, tho lust
km. told her bo nnd sho has riven him ! foothill below It Transcontinental
"Did you seo mc?"
"I felt your presence"
"Listen," snld tho woman. "You aro
wrecking your llfo for your father's
fame. A mnn has a right perhaps to
do with his own llfo what ho will, but, I
when he loves u woman and when ho
fcer henrt, did It ever occur to you
thnt when ho wrecks his llfo ho wrecks
hers, and has ho n right to wreck bcr
kUo lot anyone else?"
travelers oven broko jouruoy to visit
It Tho town prospered accordingly,
A Young Man Roughly Dressed.
est dlstanco between two cardinal
points, nnd ono of tho great trnnscon
tlnentnl railways bought it and began
Improving It to rcplnco its original
rather unsatisfactory line.
Tho long wooden trestle which
crossed Uio brand, sandy depression in
frout of tho town, tho bod of Uio nn
dent river, through which tho Picket
Wire nnd further down Its ntlluent, tho
Kicking Horse, flowed humbly and
- - - - a - iu UUU
esneclnllv ns It wns ndmlrnblv situated modestly, was bclnt? ronlnnmi Uv
ns n placo of departuro for hunters, ex-1 great vluduct of steel. Far up tho
dd tho revealing outlines of mouth
mil chin, sufficed to show that here
was no ordinnry cow-puncher. Ho rodo
boldly enough among tho rocks of tho
trail and along tho rough road, which
had been mado by tho wheels of tho
wagons nnd hoofs of tho horses. Thero
was about him somo of the quiet con
fidence begot of achievement, somo of
tho power which knowledge brings and
which success emphasizes, yet there
were uncertainty nnd hesitation, too,
ns If all had not been plain sailing ou
his course.
To bo tho resident engineer chnrged
with tho construction of n great earth
dam like that across tho Picket Wire,
requires knowledgo of a great many
things beside tho technicalities of tho
profession, chief nmong them being a
knowledgo of men. As the newcomer
threw his leg over tho saddle-horn,
stepped lightly to tho ground, drop
ping the reins of his pony to the soli nt
tho same time, Vnndcventer, tho en
gineer In question, looked nt him with
approval. Somo subtle recognition of
tho mnn's quality camo Into his mind.
Hero was ono who seemed distinctly
worth while, ono who stood out nbovo
tho ordinnry applicant for jobs who
enmo In contact with Vnndcventer, ns
the big mesa roso above, tho foothill.
However, tho chief kept theso things
to himself ns he stood looking nnd
wnltlng for tho other man to begin :
"Aro you tho resident engineer?"
asked tho newcomer quietly, yet thero
was a certain nervous noto in his voice,
which tho alert and observant engineer
found himself wondering at, such a
strain ns might como when a man Is
nbout to enter upon a courso of action,
to tnko a strango or perilous step, such
a Uttlo shiver in his speech as n naked
man might feel in his body beforo ho
plunged Into tho Icy waters of tho
wintry sen.
"I nm."
"I'd llko n Job."
"Wo have no use for cow-punchers
on this dam."
"I'm not exactly a cow-puncher, sir."
"Whnt aro you?"
"Look here," said tho man, smiling
n little, "I've been out In this country
long enough to lenrn that all that It is
necessary to know about a man is 'Will
ho mnko good?' Let us say that I am
nothing nnd let It go at that."
"Out of nothing, nothing comes,"
laughed tho engineer, genuinely
Somo men would have been augry,
but Vandcvcnter rather enjoyed this.
"I didn't say I was good for noth
ing," nuswercd tho other man, smiling
In turn, though ho was evidently seri
ous enough In his application.
"Well, what can you do? Aro you an
"Wo'll pass over tho last question,
too, If you please. I think I could
carry a rod If I had a chnnco and thero
wns n vacancy."
"Umph," said Vandoventer, "you
think you could?"
"Yes, sir. Glvo mo a trial."
"All right, tako that rod over thero
and go out on tho edgo of tho dam
whero thnt stuko shows, and I'll tnko a
sight on It"
Now thero aro two ways a hundred
porhaps of holding a rod; ono right
wny and nil tho others wrong. A new
comer lnvnrlably grasps it tightly In
bis fist and Jams it down, conceiving
Uiat tho only way to get it plumb nnd
hold It steady. Tho experienced mnn
strives to bainnco It erect on its own
bnso and holds it with tho tips of his
fingers ou either sldo in nn upright po
sition, swaying It very allghtly back-
ward and forward, no does It uncon
sciously, too.
Vandoventer had been standing by n
level already set up when tho new
comer arrived and tho rod wns lying
on tho ground besldo It Tho latter
picked It up without a word, walked
rapidly to the stuko, loosened tho tar
get nnd balanced tho rod upon tho
stake. As soon as Vandoventer ob
served that his now Becker after work
held tho rod In tho right way, ho did
not troublo to tako tho sight no
threw his head backward and raised
his bond, bcckonlngly.
"It so happens," bo began, "that I
can glvo you a Job. The rodman next
in lino of promotion has been given tho
level. One of the men wont East last
night You can have tho job, which
"I don't enre anything nbout tho do
talls," said the mnn quickly nnd gladly.
"It's tho work I want."
"Well, you'll get what tho rest do,"
said Vandoventer. "Now, ns you Just
ly remnrked, I have found thnt It Is
not pollto out here to Inquire too close
ly Into n man's nntcccdcnts nnd I have
learned to respect local customs, but
wo must have somo nnmo by which to
identify you, mako out your pay check,
"Do you pny in checks?"
"No, hut you have to sign a check."
"Well, call me Smith."
Vandeventcr threw bnck his bend
nnd laughed. The other man turned a
little red. The chief engineer observed
the glint in ids new friend's eye.
"I'm not exactly laughing nt you," he
explained, "but nt tho singular lack of
Inventiveness of the Amerlcnn. We
have nt least thirty Smiths out of two
hundred men on our pny roll, nnd It Is
a bit confusing. Would you mind so
lcctlng some other name?"
"If It's all the same to you," nn
nounced the newcomer amusedly the
chief's laughter was Infectious "I'm
ngrccnblo to Jones, or Brown, or "
"Wo havo numbers of all of those,
"Really," said the man hesitatingly,
"i naven't given tne subject any
"What about somo of your family
"That gives me an idea," snld the
newcomer, who decided to use his
mother's name, "you can call mc Rob
"And I supposo John for the prefix?"
"John will do ns well as any, I am
"Wo hnvo about fifty Johns. Every
Smith appears to hnvo been born
"How did you nrrnngo It?" nsked the
other with daring freedom, for a rod
man does not enter conversation on
terms of equnllty with tho chief
"I got a Uttlo pocket dictionary down
nt tho town with n list of names nnd I
went through that list with tho Smiths,
dealing them out In order. Well, that
will do for your name," he said, mak
ing a memorandum In the little book
ho pulled out of his finnnel shirt pocket
Ho turned to n mnn who had come up
to tho level. "Smith," ho said "by the
way this Is Mr. Claude Smith, Mr. Rob
erts here's your new rodmnn. You
know your Job, Roberts. Get to work."
And thnt Is how Bertram Meade, a
few months nfter the failure of the
great bridge, once again entered the
ranks of engineers, beginning, ns was
nccessnry and inevitable, very low
down In tho scale.
out and ncceptlng nnd cmphnslzlng
Shurtllff's testimony.
Thero hnd been no Inquest over his
father's death. The autopsy had
showed clearly heart failure. He hnd
not been compelled to go on the witness
stand nnd under oath ns to that. Al
though, If that had been demanded, he
must needs hnvo gone through with It
Indeed so prompt nnd public hnd been
his avowals of responsibility thnt he
had not been seriously questioned
thereon. Ho hnd left nothing uncer
tain. There wns nothing concenled.
no hnd Inherited n competence from
his futlier. It wns Indeed much more
than ho or nnyono had expected. He
had realized enough ready money from
tho sale of certain securities for his
present needs. Tho remainder ha
placed In Shurtllff's care and a few
dnys after the funeral, having settled
everything possible, ho took n trnln for
tho West
The whole world wns beforo him,
nnd he was mensurably famlllnr with
ninny portions of it He could have
burled himself In out-of-the-wny con
Tho Valley of Decision.
Much water had run under tho
bridges of tho world nnd incldentnlly
over tho wreck of the International,
since that bitter farewell between
Bertrnm Mcado and Helen Illlngworth
over tho gravo of the old engineer. Life
had Bcemcd to hold absolutely noth
lng for Meade as ho knelt by thnt low
mound nnd watched tho woman walk
slowly away with many a backward
glance, with many n pause, obviously
reluctant He realized that tho lifting
of a hand would havo called her back,
now hard It was for him to remain
quiet; and, finnlly, beforo sho disap
peared and beforo sho took her Inst
look nt him, to turn bis bnck resolutely
ns If to mark the termination of tho
Father, fame, reputation, love, taken
nwny nt ono nnd the same moment I A
wenker mnn might havo sent llfo to fol
low. In the troubled days after tho
fall of tho bridge, bis father's death,
tho inquests, his testimony nnd cvl
denco freely given, nnd thnt parting,
something like dcspnlr had filled tho
young engineer's heart. Llfo hold noth
ing. Ho debated with himself whether
It would not bo better to end It than
to live It. Ho envied bis father his
broken henrt Singularly enough, tho
thing that made llfo nt least value
was tho thing Uiat kept him from
throwing It away tho woman.
Striving to analyze the complex
emotions thnt centered nbout his losses
ho was forced to admit, nlthough It
seemed n sign of weakness, thnt love
of woman wns grsoter thnn lovo of
fame, thnt in the ulnnco ono girl out
weighed bridge md father. That tho
romance wns ended was what mado
llfo Insupportable. Yet the fnlnt, vnguo
possibility that It might bo resumed If
ho could find some way to show his
worthiness was what mado him cling
to It
Of courso ho -ould hnvo Bhowcd
without much difficulty and beyond
perndventuro at tho inquest over Ab
bott and the investigation into the
cause of Uio falluro of tho bridge un
fortunnto but too obvious that tho
frightful and fatal error In tho design
Was not bis and thnt ho had protested
against tho accepted plan. If ouly ho
had found tho letter nddressed to his
father. But that bo would never do
He Debated With Himself Whether It
Would Not De Better to End It
Than to Live.
ners of far countries, In strange cont!
ivents. These possibilities did not at
tract him. He wanted to get nwaj
from, out of touch with, tho life he had
led. Ho wished to go to some plac
whero ho could bo practically alone,
whero he could havo time to recovei
his poise, to think things out, to plao
his future, to try to devise n means foi
rehabilitation, If It were possible. Hi
could do that just as well, perhaps beb
ter, In America than In any plnco else.
And Uicre wns nnother reason thai
held him to his nntivo land. He would
still tread tho same soil, breathe tin
same air, with tho woman. Ho did nol
desire to put seas between them.
He swore to himself thnt tho free
dom ho had offered her, that ho had lib
deed forced upon her unwilling nnd re
jecting It, should be no empty thing j
fnr ns ho wns concerned. Ho would
leave her absolutely untrnmmeled. H
would not write to her or communl
cate with her in any way. Ho would
not even seek her to bear about hei
and of courso as she would not know
whither ho had gone or where ho wai
sho could not communicnto with him
Tho silence that had fallen between
them should not bo broken even fop
ever unless nnd until Ah, yes, b
could not seo nny way to completo thai
"unless nnd until" nt first but pcrhapi
after a while he might.
Ho knew exactly where ho would go,
Dick Winters, nnother clnssmato and
devoted friend nt Cambridge, bad gont
out West shortly nfter graduation. H
had a big cattle ranch miles from a
railroad In a young southwestern state.
Winters, like the other member of th
youthful triumvirate, Rodney, wns a
bachelor. Ho could bo absolutely de
pended upon. He had often begged
Meade to visit him. Tho cnglneei
would do It now. Ho knew Winters
would respect his moods, that ho would
let him severely alone, Uiat ho could
get on n horso nnd ride into tho hllla
nnd do what ho pleased, think out big
Uioughts undisturbed.
To Winters, therefore, he hnd gone.
Ho had an idea Uiat bis future would
bo outsldo of engineering. Indeed he
had put all thought of his chosen pro
fession out of his mind nnd heart, at
least so ho fancied. Yet, spending an
idlo forenoon In Chicago waiting for
tho departuro of tho western train, he
found himself 4rres!sUbly drawn to Uie
great stcol-framed structures, tho sky
scrapers rising gaunt nnd rigid above
tho other buildings of Uio city.
A man of Meade's ability will
soon find a place for himself In
any environment, and so It Is
with the young engineer. His
new start In life Is described
in the next Installment
8weet, Young Thing.
In n local theater, ono evening re
cently, n powerful spotlight revealed t
houso fly crawling over tho powdcrctk
surface of a pretty girl's back. "Oh,
lookle," whispered a Uttlo girl, In toues
that could bo beard all about hr,
"looklo at tho ilyl" "nush, dear," thn
child's mother cautloaed. There was n
moment's silence, then tho Uttlo girl
ngain whispered hoarsely: "I spec tha
I'y thinks he la on a mnrshmallow." -Exchange.

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