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SWEET WORLD OF BLOSSOMS.
world of blosson 9
And melody divine,
Hark time and light time—
How long shall you ba mil e?
How Ion* to feel the freahnet.'
That In a green leaf waves.
To drink your life-thrilled sunlight—
To sigh above your graves?
Sweet world of blossoms—
Red rose and white.
How long the May morning—
"ow far falls the Night?
How long to dream the sweet dream
Neath skies that flame or frown.
To thrill before the Vision
Ere shadows Told It down?
Sweet world of blossoms.
All dreams above!
Thy crimson my heart's blood—
Thy lilies my love!
How long to tread thy pathways—
Thy harvests rich to reap.
Till the. toller's steps turn homeward.
Where the still Night whispers, '•Sleep?**
—K. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
The Hermit
A Story of the Wilderness
By CHARLES CLARE NUNN
Author of "Pocket IsUnd.” "Uncle Terry"
«nd " Rjckhaven."
'Copyright, hog, bj Leo end Shepard.)
CHAPTER XXIX.—Continukd.
“Oh. middlin' so,” answered old Cy,
his face glowing with excitement; "it’s
Amzi fast enough, ’n’ he owns it up.
hut he can't make out how or why I’m
here, an he don't 'low he’s got a
brother Dave ’n’ a grown up gal, Angie.
He's sane enough so fur's livin’ here,
'n' how he does it, 'n' all about the gar
den n' squirrels, but jist the mlnit I
shift back to old times, he either gets
wary or don’t rec’lect. He thinks I
come heieSJtfone, too, n' when I come
‘way. he acted worried for fear I
.--Wouldn't come back, 'n' kept beggin’ l
would. It’s a curus case, 'n' I can’t
make It out. He acts like a man woke
up out of a sleep.”
"Had I best call on him now,” asked
Martin.afteralong pause,”or wait until
to-morrow? He isn't likely to go off
again, Is he?”
"Wal, I dunno." answered old Cy,
cautiously shaking his head. "I dunno,
*e cant stop him if he does, 1 s'pose
an' all we kin do is to be keerful—
mighty keerful. My idee Is I best go
back to him bime by 'n' stay a spell
longer 'n' mebbe eat with him. Ye’ve
got to sorter connect him with us by
his feelin’s, I callate.”
"1 might go ofT with the guides a few
days.” rejoined Martin, after consid
ering old Cy s “idee.” "and give you
a chance to renew old ties again.”
"Wal. mebbe, though you might
come round thar arter a spell, jist ter
git him uster seein' you agin, 'n' then
Keep shady.”
"Would it be best to show him An
gie's picture now or wait?” queried
Martin, anxiously. “I’ve got them with
me.”
"I'm glad on it." answered old Cy,
eagerly; "I'll take ’em 'n' when the
r'"ht time comes 'll use 'em as a sorter
clincher.”
- And so these ttvo, sitting beside that
smouldering camp-fire, discussed the
difficult problem of how to bring had;
to sane thought and action a mind dis
eased by misanthropy and years of sol
itude. A deer, with every sense keenly
alert, might yet he stalked, a wary
trout lured from hiding, but here was
a problem quite new and ten times
harder to solve.
One false step, the cra< kle of a
breaking twig, the motion of a moving
body would send the deer leaping awav
to safety; but the forest held others,
and what matter. It held but one her
mit. and on him and his to si
ity and action lay the hap;,
heritage of an orphaned girl
1 am going to let you manl
ters entirely and exactly as y|
l>estasserted Martin, after
sideratlon; "you know him
your staunch friend once,
you here for that puri
I’ll not speak, move, oj
until you say the woj
But the question of
hinru-elf to the herml
hardly had he res
footsteps In the
heard and the h<
“How do yoiij
greeting, an he|
_hanrl cordially.
•n’t you?”
Old Cjr, with hi* h ynHy rrptiaclt,
kind heart, and "h^rse Vn»f," was
right. and Martin knew it. rSywas none
the less pitiful, however, and that
night as he. left alone with the two
guides, sat by the camp-fire watching
its glow ami listening to the low wave
wash of the lake. biR thoughts flew
far away to a vine-hid porch, the
rustling of falling leaves, and a fair
face with bewitching eyes. All that
last evening with Angie, her willing
efforts to entertain, how he stole the
picture while she sang, and her cool
parting words came back. He had
lived over the old boyish illusion
months ago beside this same lakelot;
It had led him back to Greenvale and
to a new ambition and unrest that
spoiled his peace of mind. And now
back again in this vast wilderness,
with the stars twinkling in the placid
lake, it pursued him still and would
not l>e put away. It had been almost
four weeks now since he left Green
vale, the loaves were turning, and hi
was anxious to get back for many rea
sons of his own—the new church move
ment which he had in a thoughtless
moment offered to assist, the coming of
his friend as its pastor, and his own
hobby of trout raising They were all
ties of more or less strength, but chief
of all was Angie.
The lire had burned low and both
guides were asleep in their bark shel
ter when old Cy returned.
“I think ye best stay 'round a few'
days, he said, “'n' then go ’way a
spell. Amzi is kinder gettin’ fond o’
havin' me round helpin’, n' arter a
few days things ’ll come back to him.
mebbe. I doubt we’ll git him back to
Greenvale, though, 'thout we fetch him
back; he’s that wonted here.”
It was not a reassuring report.
For three days Martin passed the
time as best he could. He killed a
deer and sent half up to the hermit,
who, with old Cy was hard at work
cutting and piling a winter's store of
wood. He added a few brace of part
ridge to this gift-offering later on,
called on the two who were now liv
ing together, and talked as best he
could with Amzi, and then, at the close
of one day, as he stood watching Levi
and Jean busy preparing their evening
meal, he heard a canoe grate upon the
sandy beach close by, and. looking up,
saw the two officers just landing.
CHAPTER XXX.
UNWELCOME VISITORS.
For a moment Martin stood looking
at these men in speechless astonish
ment He had fancied them far away
on their murderer-hunting cruise, anil
now they were back—-and for what
purpose.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” said
Martin, with the best grace he could;
and advancing to meet them, "have
you found your man yet?”
"We haven't,” answered the leader
in a curious tone, "but we think we
shall if we stay around here long
enough.” Then, glancing at his com
panion, he added. "Do you do most of
your canoeing by night?”
“I do.” responded Martin, laughing
slightly, and not at all abashed, "if 1
want to make time and protect an in
nocent man.”
T presume you know," returned the
officer, almost insolently, "that warn
ing a suspected criminal or aiding him
to escape exposes you to arrest?”
“I do.” answered Martin, firmly, "and
also that arresting a man without a
specific warrant and proof that he is
the criminal wanted, lays even an offi
cer open to arrest and prosecution.
Now you have with you, no doubt, a
warrant for the arrest of one McGuire,
a criminal in hiding. I gave you. some
three weeks ago. what I believed to be
directions where you could find him.
^ on doubted my word of honor as a
gentleman, and came here*. You found
a cabin that had been vacated for many
weeks: you remained in it over night,
committing two crimes, trespass and
stealing, and then went your way. The
owner of this cabin is an old friend of
mine whom I know well, and he is back
now. You can arrest him, of
but at your own peril. If you
assure you, I am worth and will
$10,000 to land you in Jail for
Now\ gentlemen, we won’t
over this matter Please
rselves my guests, pitch
and let us be sociable."
two newcomers
hardly knowing
The better
when Martin,
flask, they
ti
accepting Martin’s word. And keeping
away from the hermit ’ \
“It will only scare him,” explained
Martin, “and we hope to get him out of
the woods and back to Greenvale and
hla daughter. If we can't coax him
to go, I am nonplused, and we may
have to carry him out. How he has
contrived to live here winter after
winter is a mystery.”
The new plan of Martin's going away
met old Cy’s approval.
‘‘Amzl and me is gittln’ real chum
my once more,” he said; “we’ve dug
his pertatoes ’n’ packed 'em in moss
under the cabin; we’re cuttin' an’
splittin' wood, 'n' smokin’ meat, ’n*
gatherin’ nuts for the squirrels all
day long. I like it, and wouldn’t mind
stayin’ with him all winter. He’s got
a couple o’ bear traps set somewhar,
’u’ to-morrer we’re goin’ ter tend ’em.”
It was a pleasant picture of wood
life, but it failed to relieve Martin’s
mind much, or show him a way to se
cure Angie’s Inheritance. It set him to
thinking, however, on what would be
gained after all by the return of this
childish hermit to Greenvale, and
would Angie be made the happier by
it? It was a question, and one hard to
solve. So far as the law went, a deed,
and all necessary legal papers, could be
signed and witnessed here. If was too
soon to propose that now. but it must
be kept in mind.
I am going to leave Jean here to
hunt for you and Amzi while I’m gone.”
Martin said to old Cy, when ready to
depart with the officers; “he can get
you one or two deer to cure for winter
use, and I inny decide to let you stay
here after all. When the right time
comes, show Amzl the two pictures of
Angie and take good care of him.”
And with this parting injunction he
and "Old Faithful," as he had some
times called Levi, pushed ofT.
A canoe trip through a wilderness Is
at onee romantic, laborious, and lazy.
The waterways, of course must be fol
SCOTT IjIFTKI* Ills RII'LB.
lowed, and when a “pilch or water,"
as a rapid or tails i.s called, is reached,
your craft and belongings must bo car
ried around if ascending the stream.
If descending and not too dangerous,
a thrilling, and often risky trip i.s made
down through the boiling, seething
waters; leaping perhaps over sheer
falls of two or three feet, dodging
rocks, tossed upon white-crested surges,
spun around in eddies, wet with spray!
breathless with excitement, until the
mad race is run. and you float calmly
at last in the foam-covered pool be
low.
ibis mysterious forest influence was
familiar to Martin, but now. as he jour
neyed onward, down-stream,up-stream,
across carry with tho two officers, and
camping where night overtook them,
it seemed to him that he had under
taken a fool’s errand. We all ought
to have an interest in the cause of
justice, but to go in pursuit of an in
trenched murderer hiding in a vast
wilderness was, at least, not to his lik
ing. He had, on the spur of impulse,
and to prove his own assertions, prom
ised to do this; but when the broad,
slow-running Moosehorn was reached
and night found them at the camp
site where he and Dr. Sol were visited
by a wild man. he wished himself back
with old Cy
The spot had not changed In the
months that had elapsed except that
tho North Branch was lower, and the
summer’s growth had sprung up when*
undergrowth had been nit away. The
old tent poles still remained in place
the same endless procession of foam
flecks came down the Branch, aryl tho
same low murmur of running, water
isBtied from above.
When the tents were no. Arcs started,
supper cooked and eaten, a council of
var. so to speak, was held
lf was here," Martin said to the 0f
"that a friend and myself nr •
^ i that one m
Ik.'” wild man
k -ind. a
irare. Whether he was
whom you want
ind
kfo-1
peculiar se
>*xt day. and if
|orrow, wo
wl’l pilot
you muRf
criminal
ion See flt.
nd I don't
doubt if
'at one of
be called
will meet
location
Rest that
lof action.
Met Ju Ire,
for years,
ven thrse
iw know*
ect. what
jeers ron
[ehap,” tfcr
ly at last,
can play
lartin. la
looter a*.
cure In a log cab!*, the p*ay *ut wfl
be all on one side. I shall not ate nj
in it, as I said, but if you two feel thal
your duty calls for suicide—well
I'm sorry for you. I should hat# tc
be called upon to bury you under a
flas of truce In that clearing, and as
for conveying you out of the wilderness
sf wounded—well, frankly, I can’t spare
the time.”
It was such a matter of fact state
ment of the possible outcome that both
officers laughed.
"I don’t believe in tolling a bell ua«
til a corpse is ready,” said Rcott. ‘‘and
I ve found that desperate men some
timefi wilt easy. We will wait and see
how the land lays around thta fellow’s
lair.”
And that night Martin felt «wrte
than the man who bought a white elw
phanL
CHAPTER XXXI.
TUB LAIR OF AN OUTCAST.
It was mid-afternoon, and an im«
pending storm hid the sun and mad*
the forest unduly sombre whan Levi
eaught the first sound of th* stream
where, months before, he and Martin
had landed to follow a mysterious path.
Its beginning, beside the bush-grown
brook, was easily found, where twig*
had been broken off and grasB recently
trodden.
"Here's tracks,” exclaimed Levi, who
had landed first, with paddle in hand:
and, stooping, lie added. 'They’s the
wild man's sure's a gun.”
”It is he. fast enough.” asserted
Martin, who had followed, rifle in hand, ,
and now* also stooped over them.
They were plainly visible, and a
group of them at that. Some faint on !
the patches of moss, and those close to
the stream more distinct and showing i
the well-remembered claw marks. For ;
full five minutes the little party of
four stood looking at them with thrlca
the Interest Martin and the doctor felt
once before. They had Journeyed 100
miles to find a desperado, and the first
signs of him filled them with forebod
ings.
Well, gentlemen," almost whfs.
perert Martin, when the tracks had
been well examined, "here we are. and
your game isn’t far off,” and he led the
way into the shadowy forest, up the
narrow path only a few rods, and then
he halted, for there, beside it. and near
ly hid under freshly cut flr boughs, lay
a canvas canoe, bottom tip.
It was the one inseparable compan
ion of man and his existence in this j
wilderness; and yet. had it been a
crouching panther instead, it would not '
have awakened much more interest.
It held all eyes one instant, only, and
then the row of four stalwart men
glanced furtively around as if expect- i
ing a savage to step out from behind
each tree. Only a moment they halted,
and then with rifles at ready, and Mar
tin ahead, they filed cautiously up th«
narrow path, step by step, twisting
sround the dense thicket, along the
frowning ledge, and up the defile to
where the moose skull At ill grinned,
and here they paused. Martin made
no comment, but glanced at the offi
cers. anxious to see how this ghastly
warning was received by them. They i
looked at It In grim silence, then at
one another, and then tip the narrow,
rock-walled path.
Once more Martin, as leader, moved
on. and the rest followed.
Not a whisper from any. not a loud .
breath even, each step a slow one and
catlike, and. parting the bushes wltb
caution until the open glade came la
sight, and just where the swinging
stick crossed the path, they halted.
From here the log hut was visible, ,
and out of its low chimney a thin flhj
of smoke was ascending.
Martin looked at It a moment anfi
th»n at his companions.
"There’s your man, I guess.” he
whispered, "cooking supper. I)o you
want to call on him without notice, or
shall 1 ring?”
It was the critical moment, and one
Officer Scott was not ready to meet.
Ho and his companion had for weeks
been searching this pathless wilderneBj j
for a man whose crimes they knew
well enough, but of his temper, dispo
sition, looks even, they knew hut lit
tle. If the occupant of this cabin was
McGuire, he was In a position to defy
arrest, or at least make It costly.
“Well,” whispered Martin again,
realizing their dilemma, "shall I ringf" |
Scott nodded.
On the instant, almost, and as the
faint, tinkling answers reached t£*
watching men, a shaggy-haired human
fare appeared at the one small win
dow. then a slide was moved across It,
leaving a narrow crack open.
The cabin’s owner was evidently at
home.
But It needed a brave man, indeed,
to now enter this open glade, bristling
with blackened stumps like so many
fangs, and advance to the hut. Scott
was evidently not that man. for he
merely watched and waited, and MPr
». n felt no cause to expose himself.
One, two. three minutes passed, and the
four still eyed the cabin.
And now Scott advanced to the s*g
r.al lever and moved It again xtnl
again.
Only the faint hell sounds issued.
It seemingly a case of either ad
vance fir retreat, but Scott did neithtr.
Only a moment more he waited, tbwa
then gave a loud "hallo,”
It echoed through that silent wilder
ness and back from the cliff that
frowned down upon the hut, but no
one appeal d. Again and again was It
related. but the cabin door remained
shut, th' window slide In place, an#
the smoke still ascending.
I ve a notion to try a shot," whis
pered Scott, and as no one answ-ered,
hr- raised his rifle, aimed at the cliff,
and fired.
n‘“ b*T,e of the bullet against the |
roek f am- bark mingling into the re- I
port, bttt no one emerged from ib«
hut.
^ Once again Scott lifted bis rifla m*4
IXa C«BUuu*d.J
\
OPENING OF A UNIQl^BUILDING
A Monument of Wise and Successful Newspaper
Advertising.
uut at Battle Cree^, Mich . am<>n;_
the trees, flowers and green lawns is a
most unique building devoted entirely
to advertising. It is occupied by the
Grandin Advertising Agency Ltd,
which handles among other accounts
the advertising of the Pontum Cereal
Co. Ltd., aggregating in round figures
one million dollars a year, perhaps the
largest appropriation of any one con
cern in the world. The furnishings of
this giand structure are rich and com
plete, and all the appointments are
worthy their beautiful environment.
Prominent newspaper and maga/ina
publishers and their special represent
In his address to Publishers at tha
Hattie Creek banquet Mr. Post likened
the growth of a modern commercial
enterprise to the growth of an apple-tree.
(Jowl seed, plenty of work aDd water
are needed, but the tree wilt not bear
apples without sunshine.
The sunshine to the commercial plant
is publicity secured by advertising.
It Is impossible even with the heaviest
advertising to make a success unless the
article has merit of a high order. Merit
is the good tree and sunshine makes
the apples grow. A good salesman
who knows how to talk with his pen can
present the logic, argument and sai«a>
Pure Food Factories That Make Poatum and Grape-Nuts.
atlves in large number from New York,
Chicago, and various parts of the
country attended the formal opening of
this building, and a banquet in the
evening at the Post Tavern as guests
of C. W. Post, Oct. 3, 1904.
The publishers inspected the 14 or 15
factory buildings of this father of tho
prepared food industry with especial
Interest, for it^ias grown to Its pres
ent colossal proportions in a trifle less
than 9 years, a marked example of the
power of good and continuous adver
tising of articles of pronounced meril.
man ability to thousands of customers at
one time through the columns of the
newspaper, a strong contrast to the old
fashioned way of talking to one cus
tomer at a time.
He spoke of the esteem of the adver
tiser for a luiblisher that takes especial
interest in making the advertising an
nouncement attractive. Advertisements
should contain truthful information of
interest and value to readers. The
Postum methods have nfade Battle
Creek famous all over the world and
about doubled the population.
FAILED IN REAL POLITICS
Rueful Reminiscences of a Theatri
cal Star Who Was the
Easy Victim.
Maclyn Arbuckle, the successful star
of the eastern company playing George
Ade’s “The County Chairman.'' began his
career first as a lawyer, then he was a
politician. In the Theater Magazine ap
pears this characteristic account of the
demise of these early ambitions, w ritten
by Mr. Arbuckle shortly after he became
an actor:
"As I go about the city I notice sign®
of ‘Attorney at Law’.’ Ah me! 1 wonder
if they are young lawyers. If so, my
heart goes out to them. There they sit.
companion pieces to Dickens’ Mieaw
ber. ever w atching and waiting for some
thing to ‘turn up.’ Poor souls! They go
to their offices and open their invisible
voluminous mail, and take their clients ;
;>ne at a time, and fill their safe drawers
with fives and retainers. Oh. it is glori
ous! Three short weeks ago I was one
of them—shingle swinging to the tune
of ’Destitute and Raggity' by the rough
zephyrs or legal poverty, and it is pro
fessional. you know, to he legally poor.
Rut how different now! I closed the lid
of the cas'^t that bore nil that remains
of the ‘Legal Wreck' and consigned the
remains to the fraternity that they
might be buried w-ith becoming profes
sional dignity—funeral expenses to he
paid out of 'fees due me;' fees that never
came! it is a great awakening from a
three years’ sleep, a young Rip Van
Winkle slumber! Fight, you lawyers,
over your fees! Seize the farmers*
lands, ‘for fees, you know ’ Take the
mules and cows. Sound forth your legal
arguments in the courts of justice! Look
you wise and renew your .”.0. fiO and 90
lay paper in the hank Take all. 1
quit-claim to you in fee simple for love
ind affection. And. oh. you candidates
for political and judicial honors, ride
your scrawny horses and mules through
Red river bottoms, dine with the dear
colored voters, kiss the sweet, pretty
little dirty child of the dear voters, take
your mysterious grips to the ‘speaking,’
ride all night, take stock In even
church. colored and white, school bar
becue! Oh. w-hat bliss, what felicity, to
‘lave a huge colored gentleman demand
a five, and suggest that if it is not forth
coming he will ‘surely turn his whole
following and district against you,' and
oh, what woe when you haven't the five
to stay his cruel power! At last the day 1
has come! Fp early, spreading tickets \
broadcast. ‘Vote for Maclyn Arbuckle.!
Justice of the Peace.’ Opponent looking
slyly at you and w-ondering about your
strength \ isit polls. Your men (col
ored) proclaim you elected without a
doubt ‘Want a quarter’ for their din- !
ners. What's the news from Wagner's.
Hoorn’S. Holmes’ Schoolhouse. Wil
kins’ Woods? Conflicting accounts.
Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind :
The sun sets and you little know that 1
your glorv and responsibility sets with i
it. Polls close. Niggers yell (for every
body) Returns slowlv come In Hope
up. but votes down. Opponent gets full.
^on to bed. full of expectations. Get
up fall down Defeated! You are a
member of the large and honorable body
of 'Defeated Candidates.’ Meet success
ful candidate. Congratulate him. Knew
it all the time. Opponent gets full again.
Friends console, tell you you are all
right, only too young. Help you to pre
pare for the Salt river packet. There
you are. Three long months canvassing,
starving, enduring, speaking, praying,
hoping and wavering! Money and office
gone. There you are! Where? You
don’t know yourself. Nobody else.”
PATRIOTISM OF JAPANESE.
From Empress Down to Peasant Girl
All Make Sacrifices to Help
Relief Fund.
Societies and associations have been
organized in Japan to relieve the fam
ilies of the fighting men, and every on«
makes certain contributions to the relief
fund. Some men contribute money or
goods, some their labor, and most of the
lint and bandage used for the wounded
are the works of women, from the em
press down to the peasant girl, writes
Nobushige Amenomori. in Atlantic.
Little boys and girls willingly forego
their daily sweetmeats, and give the
small moneys thus saved to the relief
societies. A boy 11 years old in a country
school made one day a contribution of
two yen. It was thought too much for a
country boy’s gift. The school-teacher
and the elderman of the village suspect
ed the money might have been given the
lad by his parents to satisfy his vanity;
in which case it should be admonished
against. An inquiry was accordingly
made, and brought out the fact that the
boy had actually earned the money for
the purpose by devoting his play hours
to the making of straw sandals. Even
some criminals working in prisons have
made several applications to contribute
their earnings to the funds, though
their wishes have not been complied
with, in every village a compact has
been made that those remaining at home
should look after the farms of those at.
the front, so that their families may not
be disappointed of the usual crops.
Since the outbreak of the war the gov
ernment s bonds have been twice issued
at home. and>cach time the subscription
more than trebled the amount railed for,
the imperial household taking the lead
by subscribing 20.000 000 yen. Thus the
hardships of the war are cheerfully borne
by every man. woman and child In the
land.
The Color of Hair.
From the color of a man’s hair may
be learned a good dpal in regard to his
intelleetual ability, says » professor
who has for some months been closely
studying the subject. School hoys with
chcRtnnt hair, he maintains, are likely
to be more clever than any others, and
will generally be found, at the head of
the class, and in like manner girls with
fa;r hair are likely to he far more studi
ous and bright than girls with dark hair
In mathematics and recitations these
hoys and girls, he asserts, especially ex
cel On the other hand, he says that
boys and girls with brown hair are
most likely to attain distinction through
their individuality and style, and that
those with red or auburn hair do not
often excel in any respect.
How to Make German Pie.
A delirious pie of Orman origin la
gaining favor here It ja madr o[ trucl
raised over night, as bread Is raised,
wit It the addition of an egg worked into
it in the morning Sweetened to taste,
this rrust Is rolled out about an Inch
thick, laid In a pan and the edges
trimmed. I’earho* rut in slices arc then
pressed Into the dough, sprinkled with
sngar. and grated lemon may be dusted
over the fruit Apple* nvay be used in
stead of pearlies, and likewise huckle
b^*Vies.
No Kinship.
Congressman .Tamos Hamilton l^wh
of Chicago, js ,h« p0|„PB, man ,n (h(,
ronntry vV’hon In .Seattle. one night
aflor making a firry speech ho was rom
mc down the aisle bowing right and loft,
when ho disrovorod an elderly colored
ady. "Why. good evening, mammy,"
tho colonel said.
r"‘* ?■**»■ haf,n’* Phased her. SO she
rcidlod: lx»ok hoah. sah, I In not yo'
mamm> yon ain’t nothin’hut jc*'poor
white traah!”—Woman's Homo Com
panion.

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