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Goose Girl By HAROLD MacGRATH Copyright. 1909. bjr the Bobbf Merrill Company CHAPTER VI. QKKTCUEM 8 DAY. Gre: an 1 RETCHEN wus always up iv lion the morning was rosy, t hen the trees were still dark and motionless and the beads of dew white and frostlike, for what Is better than to meet the day as It comes over the mountains and silence breaks here and there In the houses and streets, in the fields and the vineyards? Let old age, which has played Its part and taken to the wines of the stage let old ae loiter in the morning, but not green years. Gretchen awoke as the birds awoke, with snatches and little trills of song. To her nearest neighbors there was about her that which reminded them of the regularity of a good clock; when they heard her voice they knew it was time to get up. She was always busy in the morning. The tinkle of the bell outside brought her to the door, and her two goats came pattering In to be relieved of their creamy burden. Gretchen was fond of them. They needed no care at all. The moment Bhe had milked them they went tinkling off to the steep pastures. Even In midsummer the dawn was chill in Drelberg. Gretchen blew on her fingers. The fire began its cheer ful crackle, the kettle boiled briskly, and the frugal breakfast was under way. There was dally one cup of coffee, but neither Gretchen nor her grand mother claimed this luxury; It was for the sick woman on the third floor. What the character of the woman's illness was Gretchen hadn't an idea, but there could be no doubt that she was ill, desperately, had the goose girl but known it. Her face was thin and the bones were visible under the drumlike skin; her hands were merely claws. She mystified the girl, for she never complained, never asked ques tions, talked but little, and always smiled kindly when the pillow was freshened. "Good morning, frau," said Gretchen. "Good morning, Itebchen." "I have brought you a brick this morning, for It will be cold till the sun Is high." "Thank you." Gretchen pulled the deal table to the side of the cot, poured out the cof fee and buttere3 the bread. ' "I ought not to drink coffee, but It Is the only thing that warms me. You have been very patient with me." "I am glad to help you." "And that Is why I love you. Now, I have some instructions to give you this morning. Presently I shall be leaving, and there will be something besides crowns." "You are thinking of leaving?" "Yes. When I go I shall not come back. Under my pillow there is an en velope. You will find It and keep it." Gretchen, young and healthy, touch ed not this melancholy undercurrent. "You will promise to take it?" "Yes, frau." "Thanks, little gosling. I have an errand for you this morning. It will take you to the palace." "To the palace!" echoed Gretchen. "What shall I do?" "You will seek her highness and give her this note." "The princess! Will they not laugh and turn me out?" "If they try that, demand to see his excellency Count von Herbeck and say that you came from No. 40 Krumer weg." "And if I cannot get In?" "You will have no trouble. Re sure, though, to give the note to no one but her highness." Gretchen docked her beautiful head with a little white cap, which she wore only on Sundays and at the opera, nnd braided and berlbboned her onlr. Who was this old woman who ihoucut nothing of writing a letter to her serene highness? And who were her nocturnal visitors? she pondered. Being of a discerning mind, she idled about the Plat till after It, for It had been told to her that the great sleep rather late iu the morning. What should she stty to her seiouc highness? What klud of courtesy should she make? At least she would wear no humble, servile air, fir Gret hen was a bit of n So I ;!!!. IH1 mi 1 1 err Goldberg, whom the police dtiesled did he ixt say that all men vcro ial? And surely this sweeping statement ini in . il women. Willi 11 coiitideme l". 111 rf r'...!it ami Inno fence she proce- i!e;l toward the oast or side gates of the palace. The sentry smiled at her. "I have a letter for her serene high ness," she said. 'Leave It." "I am hi. tier ;v.!crs 10 give It to her highness he, sou." "You cannot enter the gardens with out a permit." Gretchen remembered, "will you send some one to his excellency the chancellor and tell li!m I have come from No. 40 Krumerweg?" "Krumerweg! The very name ought to close any gnte. r.ut, girl, are you speaking truthfully?" Gretchen exhibited the note. He scratched his chin, perplexed. itiin along. If they ask me I'll say that t didaTiwyiJTL TuI blTi'T" re sumed his beat. Gretchen stepped Inside the pate, and the real beauty of the garden "IN TOUR PRESENCE, HIGHNESS ?" was revealed to her for the first time strange flowers she had never seen be fore. It was all a fairyland. There were marble urns with hanging vlues and marble statues. A hand grasped her rudely by the arm. "What are you doing here?" thun dered the head gardener. "Be off with you!" "How dare you touch me like that?" she cried angrily. Something in her glance cooled even the warm blooded Hermann. "But you live in Drelberg and ought to know." "You could have told me without bruising my arm," defiantly. "Hermann!" Gretchen and the bend gardener whirled. Through a hedge which di vided the formal gardens from th tenuis and archery grounds came a young woman in riding habit. "What is the trouble, Hermann?" she inquired. "Your highness, this young woman here had the Impudence to walk Into the gardens." "Has she stolen any flowers?" "Why, no, your highness, but it H not customary." "We, you and I, Hermann," said her hlgbuess, with a smile that won Gretchen on the spot, "will overlook this first offense. Perhaps this young lady had some errand and lost her way." "Yes, your highness," replied Gretch en eagerly. "Ah! Y'ou may go, Hermann." Hermann bowed, gathered up hip pruning knives and scissors, which be hud let fall, ami stalked down tlx path. "Whom were you seeking?" her high jess asked, rather startled by the un deniable beauty or tuts peasant. "I was seeking your serene highness. I live at No. 40 the Krumerweg. "Krumerweg?" Her highness reach ed for the note and read it, and as she read tears gathered In her eyes. "Fol low me," she said. She led Gretchen to a marble bench and sat down "What is your name?" "Gretchen, highness." "Well, Gretchen, sit down." "In your presence, highness?" aghast. "Don't bother about my presence on a morning like tins, sit down. ' This was a commund, aud Gretchen obeyed with alacrity. The two sat mutely. They were strangely alike. Their eyes nearly matched, their hair, even the shape of their faces. They were similarly molded, too, only one was slender and graceful after the manner of fashion, while the other wus slender and graceful directly from the hands of nature. The marked dif ference lay, of course, in their hands. The princess lnxl never toiled with her fingers except on the piano. Gretch en had plti'ked geese and dug vege tables with hers. They were rough, but toll had not robbed them of tbelr natural grace. "How was she?" her highness asked "About the same, highness." "Have you wondered why she should write to me?" "ntghness. It was natural that I should," was Gretcbon's frank admis sion. "She took rnf in when nobody knew who I was, clothed and fed me and taught me music so that some day I should not be helpless when the battle of life began. Ah," impulsively, "had I my way she would be housed In the palace, not in the lonely Krumerweg. But my father does not know that she Is in Drelberg, and we dare not tell him, for he still believes that she had something to do with my aliduction." Then she stopped. She was strangely making this peasant her confidant. What a whim! Gretchen did not move. She saw that her highness was dreaming, and she herself had dreams. "Do you like music?" "Highness, I am always singing." "Ln, la, la!" sung the princess ca priciously. "Ln, la, ln!" sang Gretchen, smiling. Her voice was not purer or sweeter; It was merely stronger, having been accustomed to the open air. "Brava!" cried the princess. "Who taught you to sing?" "Noliody, highness." "Whnt do you do?" "I am a goose girl. In the fall and winter I work at odd times in the Black Eagle." ' "Tell me nil about yourself." This was cay for Gretchen; there whs so little. "Neither mother nor father. Our lives are something alike. A handsome girl like you must have a sweetheart." Gretchen blushed. "Yes. highness. I am to be msrrled soon. lie is a vint ner. I would not trade him for your king, highness." with a spice of bold ness. Her highness did not take offense. Rather she liked this frankness. It was a taste of the old days when she herself could have chosen a vintner and married him with none to say her nay. She surrendered to Impulse. "Gretchen. I do not think I aha'l marry the king of Jugendhelt." Gretchen grew red with pride. "You love some one else, highness?" Her highness did not blush. "You must not ask questions like that. Gretchen." This was not understandable to Gretchen. but a locket the princess wore pleased her eye. Her highness, observing her Interest, slipped the trin ket from her neck and laid It in G retch en's hand. "Open It." she said. "It Is a picture of my mother, whom I do not recollect having ever seen. I will open it for you." Click! Gretchen sighed deeply. To have had a mother so fair and pretty! She hadn't an idea how her own mother had looked. Indeed, being sensible aud not given much to conjuring, she had rarely bothered her heud about It Still, as she gazed at this portrait the sense of her isolation aud loneliness drew down upou her, and she ln her turn sought the flowers aud saw them not. After awhile she closed the lock et and returned it. "So you love music?" picking tip the safer thread. "Ah, yes, highness." "I will give you an opera ticket for the season. How can I reward you for bringing this message? Don't have any false pride. Ask for something." "Well, then, highness, give me an order on the grand duke's head vintner for a place." "For the man who is to become your husband?" "Yes, highness." "Y'ou shall have it tomorrow. Now, come with me. I am going to take you to Ilerr Ernst. He is the direktor of the opera. He rehearses Iu the court theater this morning." Gretchen followed the princess. As her highness entered the Bijou thea ter the herr direktor stopped the mu sic. Iu the little gallery which served as the royal box But several ludies and gentlemen of the court, the grand duke being among them. "I have brought you n prima douna. Herr Direktor." poluting to Gretchen. Herr Direktor showed ids teeth. "What shall she sing In, your high ness? We ure rehearsing 'The Bohe mian Girl,' " he jested. The chorus and singers on the little stage exchanged smiles. "I want your first violin," said her highness. "Anton'." A youth stood up la the orchestral pit. "Now, your highness." said the hen direktor. "Try her voice." And the herr direktor saw thnt she was not smiling. He bade the violin ist to draw his bow over a single note, "Imitate It. Gretchen," commanded her highness, "and dou't be afraid." Gretchen lifted her voice. It was sweeter and mellower than the violin. "Again!" the herr direktor cried. Without apparent effort Gretchen passed from one note to another, now high, now low, or strong or soft; a trill, a run. The violinist of bis own accord begnn the Jewel song from "Faust." Gretchen did not kuow the words, but she carried the melody without mishap. Aud then "I Dreamt I Dwelt In Marble Halls." This song she knew word for word, and, ah, she sang it with strange and haunting ten derness. One by one the musicians dropped their instruments to their knees. All realized that a great voice was being tried before them. The herr direktor struck his music stand sharp "Y'our highness has played a fine Jest this day. where does madamo your guest sing In Berlin or Vienna?" "In neither," answered her highness "She lives In Drelberg, and till this mornlug I never saw her before." The herr direktor stared blankly from her highness to Gretchen and back to her highness again. Then he grasped It. Here was one of those moments when the gods make gifts to mortals. "Y'ou have a great voice, frauleln, shall tench you. I shall make you a great slngcr.' But Gretchen never became a prima donna. There wus something different on the kuees of the gods. CHAPTER VII. AFFAIRS OF STATE. nE grand duke stamped back and forth with a rumble as of distant thunder. They would play with him, eh? Well, they T hnd loosed the llou this time. He had sent his valet to summon her highness and Herbeck. "And tell them to put everything else aside." He kneaded the note ln bis band powerfully. It was anonymous, but it spoke dearly, like truth. The sender remained undlscovernhle. Had he not opposed It for months? And now, having surrendered against his better judgment, tb;o,ratultous af front wns offered him. It was damna ble. He smote tho offending note. War! Nothing less. He was prepared for It. Twenty thousand troops were now in the valley, and there were 20,0i0 reserves. Herbeck came calmly In. "Why the ('evil couldn't you have IefFdTfiioufcj aToilFT - rtea tliUT The duke fluttii th nou down uu bis desk. HerUvk picked It up and worked out the creases. "WollT The query tingled with rage. The auswer on the chancellor's lips was not uttered. Hlldegarde came ln. lie embraced her aud kissed her brow. "Read." said the duke to her. She slipped from her father's arms I and looked with pity at the chancellor. "What do you think of this, Hllde- garde; "Why, father, I think It Is the very best thing In the world," dryly. "An insult like this?" The duke grew rigid. "You accept It calmly ln this fashion?" "Shall I weep and tear my hair over a boy I have never seen? No, thank you. I was about to make known to you this very evening that I had reconsidered the offer. I shall never marry his majesty." Uerbeck explained the situation. "Y'our highness, the regent la really not to blame, for bis majesty had giv en him free rein in the matter, and his royal highness, working as I have been for the best iuterests of tho two CouulrTes.TieVef tfivained that tTie Vlug would rebel. The king has been gen erous euough to leave the publicity ln our hands that Is to say, he agrees to accept the humiliation of being reject ed by her sereue highness." "That is very geuerous of him!" said the duke sarcastically. "Send for Due- witz." "Ducwitz, your highness?" cried tho chancellor, chilled. "Immediately!" "Y'our highness, If you call Ducwltx I shall surrender my portfolio." The chancellor was firm. "Do ro. There are others to take up your work." Hlldegarde flew to the duke s side and snatched at his sleeve. "Father, you are mad!" "At leust I am master ln Ehrenstein Herbeck, you will have the kindness to summon General Ducwitz." "Y'our highness," replied Herbeck, "I have worked long and faithfully In your service. I can not recollect that I ever asked one personal favor. But I do so now. Do not send for Ducwitz tonight. See him In the morning. This is no time for haste. Y'ou will throw the army into Jugendhelt, and there will follow a bloody war." "I will have my revenge!" stubborn ly- "My Sear chluT be sahl. "I have suffered too much at the hands of Ju gendhelt. It was my daughter tho first time; it is my honor now,' proudly. "Will It bnlance war and devasta tlon?" the girl nsked quietly. "Is It not pride rather than honor? The prince regent made a pardona ble blunder. Do not you, my fa ther, make an un pardonable one?' "A Portia to tin- judgment!" said the chancellor, his eye kindling. "Let 9 "will it balance it all rest upon WABANDDKVASTA-u,y H10ulders. I tion?" alone am to blame. It was I who first suggested the alliance." Notwithstanding that he was geuer Byy r-t;y the dnt-e was a Just man He offered his hand, with hulf a smile. "You are bidding me farewell, your highness?" said Herbeck. "No, count. I would not let you go for half my duchy. Even a duke may be a fool sometimes." Herbeck laid bis cold hand upon tho duke's. Then he went over to her highness and kissed her hand grate fully, for It was truly at her feet the wreath of victory lay. "nighness," he said softly, "you shall marry when you will." "And when?" "I would that I could make It so But there is a penalty for being placed so high. We caunot change this uu written law." "Heaven did uot write It," she re plied. "No, my daughter," said tho duke "Mun is ut the bottom of all the kinks and twists in this short life, not henv cn. But Herbeck Is right. You shull marry when you will." The knock of the valet wus again heard. "Your highness, there is a young woman outside, a peasant, who desires to speak to her serene highness." "What! She enters the palace with out any mow trouble than this?" "By my orders, father," said Hllde garde, who gathered that this privileg ed visitor must be Gretchen of tho Krumerweg. "Admit her." Gretchen wns ushered In. Her throat was a little full as she recognized tho three most important persons ln tho grund duchy. "The little goose girl!" the duke said half audibly. "Yes. highness." Gretchen's face was serious, and her eyes were mourn ful. She carried un envelope In hi hand tightly. "Come to me. Gretchen," said the princess. "What is it?" "Sho is dead, highness, and I found this letter under her pillow." Herbeck took the envelope. "Dead?" Hlldegarde's eyes filled. "Who is dead?" demanded the duke "Emma Kchuliz. father. Oh, I know you will forgive tne for this deception, She lias been In Drelberg for n month dying, and I have often stolen out to see her." She let her tears full unre W 1 IS stculucd The duke stared at the rug. Present ly he said: "I-ot her be burled ln con secrated ground. Wroug or right, that chapter Is dosed, my child. What Is ln the letter. Herbeck?" IlerlwH'k was a strong man. He w is always far removed from tears, but there was a mist over the usual clarity of his vision. He ripped down the flap. It was only a simple note to her serene highness begging her to give the Inclosed banknotes to one Gretch en, wbo uvea in me Krumerweg. ine notes represented a thousand crowns. Take them, little goose girl," said the duke. "Y'our ship has come In. This will be your dowry." An icy shiver ran up and down Gretchen's spine, a shiver of wonder, delight, terror. A thousand crowns! A fortune! "And I shall add to It another thou sand," said Hlldegarde. "Give them to me, father." In all this fortune amounted to lit tle more than $400, but to Gretchen, frugal and thrifty, to whom a single crown was a large sum, to her It rep resented wealth. She was now the richest girl In the lower town. Dreams of kaleidoscopic variety flew through her heud. Tears sprang Into her eyes. She had the power to do no more than weep. The duke was the first to relievo the awkwarduess of the moment. Count, has It not occurred to you that'"vveRT3Titl TIT TWr pri'ScnTc" of two very beautiful young women?" Herbeck scrutinized Gretchen with care. Then he compared tier wun mo princess. The duke was right. Aud the thlug which struck him with most force was that, while each possessed a beauty Individual to herself, It was not opposite, but strangely alike. When the duke was aloue he slowly passed on to his secretary and open hi a drawer. He laid a small bundle (in the desk and untied the strlug. One by one he ranged the articles two lit tle yellow shoes, a little cloak trimmed with ermine. There had been a hx-ket, but that was now worn by her high ness. Hermann Breunner lived In the gran ite lodge just withiu the eusteru gates of the royal gardeus. He was a wid ower and shared the ample lodge with the uudergardeners and their families. He was a man of brooding moods, and there wns no laughter ln his withered heart. He adjusted his heavy specta cles nnd held the note slantingly to ward the caudle. A note or a letter was singular event ln Hermann's life. This note, left by the porter of the Grand hotel, moved him with surprise. It requested thnt he present himself at 8 o'clock at tho olueo of tho hotel and ask to be directed to tho room of Hans Grumbach, whoever ho might be. Ho decided to go. Certainly this man Grumbach did not urgo blm with out some definite purpose. The con dergo at the hotel, who knew Her mnnn, conducted him to room 10 on the entresole. Hermann knocked. A voice bade him enter. "You wished to see mo?" "Y'es," offering a chair. "You are Hermann Breunner," be gan Grumbach, "and you once had a brother named Hans." Hermann grew rigid In bis chair. "I have no brother." "You did havo." Hermann's head dropped. "My God, yes, I did have a brotner, out ue was a scoundrel." 'Perhaps ha was a scoundrel, ne Is dead!" softly. "God's will be done!" But Her mann's face turned lighter. "As a boy he loved you." "And did I not love him?" said Her mann fiercely. "Did I not worship that boy, who was more like a son to me than a brother?" "I know your brother. I knew him well. Ho win not a scoundrel, only weak. He went to America and be ramo successful In business. He fought with the north In the war. He was not a coward. He did his fighting bravely and honorably. He died facing the enemy, and his last words were of vou. He begged your forgiveness. He Implored that you forget that black moment. He was young, he said, and they offered him a thousund crowns. In a moment of despair he fell." "Despair! Did be confess?" "Yes." "Did he tell you to whom he sold his honor?" "That lie never knew. A gypsy from the hills came to him, so he suld." "From Jug lhelt?" "I say that lie knew nothing. He be lieved that the gypsy wanted her high ness to hold for ruiiHom. Hans spoke of a girl culled Teklu." "Tcklu? Ah, yes; Hans was Iu love wllh that doll face." "Hans followed the band of gypsies Into the mountains. The real horror of his act did not come homo to I1I111 till thou. Ah, the remorse! But It wus too late. They dressed tho llttlo one ln rags. But when I ran away from them I took her llttlo shoes and cloak and locket." Hermann wns on his feet. Grum- bach's eyes were as bright and glow lng as coals. Hermann leaned forward. "Is 11 you, Hans, uud I did not know you?" "It is I, brother." "My God!" Hermann sank down weukly. to ue coimircxD. 8teal Safe With $6,500 In It. Cheyenne, Aug. 12. An army pay master's safe containing $6,600 was stolen from the maneuver camp at Pole mountain nnd carried away. There is no trace of the robbers. Of ficers are searching the hills. GALLAGHER TO PLEADMiNSANITY Alienist Holds Conference With VYould-Ba Assassin's Lawyer. LAY GROUNDWORK OF DEFENSE. Mayor Gaynor la Gaining Strength an4 Bulletins Do Not Vary In Their Ton of Optimism Brother Leaves for Three-Day Visit to Baltimore No Cauee for Alarm. New York, Aug. 12. Because ot alarming rumors regarding Mayor William J. Gaynor's condition, Dr. Ar ltti, who was in charge of the patient. Issued the following bulletin: "Pulse, temperature and respiration remain unchanged. Everything la sat Isfactory." Mayor Gaynor showed greater strength than at any time since hla life was attempted on the steamship Kaiser Wllhelm der Grosse on Tues day. Not only were the physician encouraged by the mayor's condition, but Thomas L. Gaynor, the mayor' brother, left for a three days' visit to Baltimore. The two sections of the bullet fired by James J. Gallagher, the discharged dock employee, remain embedded la tho mayor's neck and throat. Tho possibility of danger from these frag ments grows less each day. If the la feet Ion period be safely passed prao tlcolly the sole apprehension of tho medlcol men will be from the possi bility that one of these fragments lie so near an arterial surface that dan gerous hemorrhages may result. Such, a rupture might come without warn ing. Gallagher, the would be assassin. In prison ln Jersey City, Is beginning to lay the groundwork of his defense. It will be insanity. Ills lawyers and Dr. R S. Totter, an alienist, held a confers ence with him. Alexander Simpson of Jersey City, of counsel for the pris oner, says he has investigated th man's record nnd finds a basis for a trace of hereditary Insanity. FROZEN EGG KILLS GUINEA PIG Philadelphia Dealer Who Sells to Bale erlct Arretted. Philadelphia, Aug. 12. As the re sult of an experiment upon a guinea pig that died twelve hours after be ing Inoculated with frogen eggs, J. Buschel, an egg dealer of this ctty, was arrested. Harry P. Casaldy, spe cial agent of the dairy and food de partment, alleges Buschel sells froieo. eggs that have been removed from too shell and ln a solid body are disposed of to bakeries, which thaw out tho product. Mrs. McCaughan Dies of Injuries. Belfast, Ireland, Aug. 12. Mrs. Will iam John McCaughan, who was In jured by Jumping from the window of burning hotel on July 26, died. Mrs. McCaughan's husband, pastor of thu May Street Congregation and former Iy pastor of the Third Presbytertaa church of Chicago, was a victim of tho same fire and died July 31 from tho Injuries he received. SHARP ADVANCE IN WHEAT Buying of Options Is Active, Especially on Part of Foreigners. Chicago, Aug. 11. largely increased Imports probably needed' by Franco, because of crop damage from raln narrowed the gap today between wheat prices in this country and Eu rope. Buying of options here waa ac tive all day, and especially bo on tho part of foreigners. In consequence there was an advance of WQVAfi to. lc. Corn also advnnced, but for an exactly opposite reason, absence ot rain ln the west. The cereal closed l'ic higher than last night. OaU and provisions sympathized, the form er with a final gain of V40c to yla and the latter 12Mi04Oc. Close: Wheat-Sept.. $1.02 1.02; Dec, $1.0601.061,4; May, $UO'ft01.1O. Corn Sept., 64c; Dec, 6363c. Oats Sept., 37c; Dec, 38c. Pork Sept., $21.40; Jan., $18.50. Urd Sept., $11.70; Jan., $11.35. nibs Sept., $11.5714; Jan., $9.62. Chicago Cash Prices No. 2 hard wheat, $1.021401.04; No. 2 corn, 65'; No. 2 oats, 35y4ft35V4c South Omaha Live Stock. South Omaha, Aug. 11. Cattle Re ceipts, 3,610; steady; beef steers, $3.50 7.40; cows and heifers, $2.6504.25; stockers nnd feeders, $3.0004 85; calves, $3.00f 6.25. Hogs Receipts, 7. 307; steady; heavy, $7.7007.75; mixed grades commanded $7.90 or better; good' lights ranged from $8.10 up to the high price, $8 40; bulk, $7.6508.00. Sheep Receipts, 13,580; dull; fat wethers went at $1 00 and grnss year lings at $5.00; It took good lambs to sell at $G.23 or better. Chicago Live Stock. Chlcngo, Aug. 11. Cattle Receipts, 7,000; 5010c lower; beeves, $4,558 8.25; western steers, $4.0006.75; stockers nnd feeders, $4.0006.25; cows and heifers, $2.5006.40; calves, $6.5f 08.50. Hogs Receipts, 14.000; 15a lower; light, $8 4008.90; mixed. 1M 08.83; henvy, $7.5008 40; rough, $7.50 7.73; bulk of sales, $7.8008.20. Sheen Receipts, 18,000; 10c lower; natives, $2.2504.25; westerns, $2.5004.15; yearlings, $1.0305.40; lamln, $4,250 6.50.