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He bad hailed a passing boat to run
him ashore and it was one of the
light skiffs with the double prow that
the boys of Iceland use when they
hunt among the rocks for eggs and
down of the eider duck Such Indeed
though so late In the season had that
day been the work of the two lads
whose boat he had chanced upon and
having dropped down to their side
from the whaler with his few belong
ings his long coat of Manx homespun
over his arm his seamans boots across
his shoulders his English fowling
piece in hjs hand and his pistol in his
belt he began to talk with them of
their calling as one who knew it
Where have you been working my
lads said Jason
Out on Engy said the elder of the
boys
Found much
Not today
Who cleans It
Mother
And at that a frown passed oyer
Jasons face in the darkness The
boys were thinly clad both were bare
legged and barefooted Plainly they
were brothers one of them being less
than twelve years of age and the
other as young as nine
Whats your father
Fathers dead said the lad
Where do- you live with your
mother
Down on the shore yonder below
the silversmiths
The little house behind the Mis
sions in front of the vats
Yes sir do you know about it
her said the old man No news of
your father though he added with
a shrug and then there was a silence
for some minutes
presently Now there was a good J
creature And bless how she
me was MaJ
j boy his son and like
wrapped up in her hnv T ntm met I
mv lad said 1 sounus of work These were the Lat-
Jason sadly and he thought to
self Then the old mother is dead
But he also thought of his own
mother and ner long years of worse
than widowhood All that has yet to
be paid for he told himself wtih a
cold shudder and then he remembered
Lhat he had just revealed himself
See my lads he said here is a
crown for you and say nothing of
who gave it you
The little Icelandic capital twinkled
low at the waters edge and as they
amo near to it Jason saw that there
was a flare of torchilgnts and open
fires with dark figures moving buaily
fieore the glow where he looked for
the merchant stores that had faced
the sea
Whats this he asked
The fort that the new governor is
throwing up said the boy
Then through a number of smacks
some schooners a brig a coal hulk
and many small boats they ran in at
the little wooden jetty that forked out
over a reef of lew rocks And there
some idlers who sat on casks under
the lamp with their hands in their
pockets and their skin caps squashed
down on their foreheads seemed to
recognize Jason as he landed
Lord bless me said one with a
look of terror its the dead come to
life again
God a mercy me said another
pausing with his snuff at his nose I
could have sworn I fetched him a dead
man out of the sea
Jason knew them but before they
had so far regained their self-com
mand as to hail him he had faced
about though eager to ask any ques
tions and walked away Better not
he thought and hurried on
He took the High Street towards the
Inn and then an irregular alley that
led past the lake to a square in front
of the Cathedral and ended at a little
house of basaltic blocks that nestled at
its feet for it was there he meant to
lodge It had been the home of a
worthy couple whom he had known in
the old days caretakers of the Ca
thedral and his mothers only friends
in her last days Old and feeble and
very deaf that had both been then
and as he strode along in the dark
ness he wondered if he should find
them still alive He found them as
he had left them not otherwise chang
ed than if the five years of his absence
had been but five hours The old man
was still at the hearth chopping up
some logs of driftwood and the old
woman was still at the table ironing
her linen by the light of a rush candle
With uplifted hands and cries of won
derment hey received him and while
Je pupped on the porridge and skyr
that they set before him they talked
and questioned
And where have you been this
many a day said the old man
In England Scotland Denmark
many places said Jason
-Well theyve buried you these four
years and better said the old man
with a grimace
Lord bless me yes love and a
cross over your grave too and your
name on it said the old woman with
a look of awe
Who did that said Jason
Jogen Jorgensen said the old man
grinning
Its next to your mothers love
He did that too for when he heard
that she was gone he repented said
the old woman
Its no good folks repenting when
their bad works done and done with
said the old man
Thats who I say Theres them
vaDSverthot wont call It repenting And
see what has come of it said the old
woman
What said Jason
Why he has gone Didnt you
know love said the old woman
How gone said Jason Dead
Worse disgraced eriven out of
Iceland said the old man
Then an ugly smile crossed Jasons
face It is the beginning he
thought
p iButte old mother is dead is she
not he said aloud
Your fathers mother Old Mother
Orryson said the old woman
No such luck the old man mut
tered Comes to service every morn
ing the old sinner
But theres another family living
1 in her house said Jason
Oh- thats because shes past her
worlc and the new Governor keeps
vYti J of tnat and not too soon eitner Ana
like that when I had my poor little
Olaf I never had but one child
neither Well my lad she said
dropping her flat iron and raising her
apron you can say you had a good
mother anyhow
Jason finished his supper and went
out into the town All thoughts save
one thought had been banished from
his mind Where was this Michael
Sunlocks What was he How was
he to be met with Better not ask
thought Jason Wait and watch
And so he walked on Dark as was
the night he knew every step of the
way The streets looked smaller and
meaner than he remembered them and
yet they showed an unwonted anima
tion Oil lamps hung over many stalls
the stores were still open and people
passed to and fro in the little busy
throngs Recalling that heavy quiet
of that hour of the night five years
ago Jason said to himself The town
has awakened from a long sleep
To avoid the glaring of prying eyes
he turned down towards the bridge
passing the Deanery and the Bishops
Palace There the streets were all but
quiet as of old the windows showed
few lights and the monotonous c ime
of the sea came up through the si
lence from the iron bound shore Yet
even there from two house there were
in school and the jail In the school
a company of students was being
drilled by sL sergeant whose words of
command rang out in the intervals of
suflling feet
What does this mean said Jason
to a group of young girls who with
shawls over their heads were giggling
together in the drakness by the gate
Its the regiment started by the new
Governor said one of the girls
The new Governor again thought
Jason and turned away
From the jail there came a noise
as of carpenters hammering
What are they doing there said
Jason to a little tailor who passed
him on the stree at that moment with
his black leg on his back
Turning the jail into a house for
the new Governor said the tailor
Again the new Governor said Ja
son as he strode on by the tailors
side A stirring fellow whoever he
may be
Thats true young as he is said
the tailor
Is he tnen so young said Jason
carelessly
Four or five and twenty hardly
more said the tailor but with a
headpiece fit for fifty He has driven
those Danish thieves out of old coun
try with all their trick and truck
Why you couldnt call your bread
your own no nor your soul neither
Oh a Daniel sir a young Daniel
Hes too be married soon Shes stay
ing with the old Bishop now They
say shes a foreigner
Who said Jason
Why his wife that is to be said
the tailor Good night sir he cried
and turned down an alley
Then Jason remembered Greeba and
the hot blood tingled in his cheeks
Never yet for an instant had it come
to him to think that Michael Sunlocks
and the new Governor were the same
man and that Greeba and his bride
were one But telling himself that
she might even then be in that litiie
town with nothing but the darkness
hiding him from her eight he shud
dered at the near chance of beiK dis
covered by her and passed on by the
river towards the sea Yet being alone
there with only the wash of the waves
for company he felt his great resolve
begin to pall as a hundred questions
rose to torment him Suppose she
were here and they were to meet
dare he after all do that Though
she loved this man could he still do
that Oh was it not terrible to
think of that he should cross the
seas for that
So to put an end to the torture of
such questionings and escape from
himself he turned back from the
shore to where the crowds looked
thickets in the town He went as
he came by the bank of the river
and when he was crossing the bridge
some one shot past him on a horse
It was a man and he drew up sharp
ly at the Bishops Palace threw his
Teins over the pier of the gate and
bounded into the house with the
light lfoot tthat goes -with a light
heart The new Governor thought
Jason though he had seen him only
as a shadow Who is he I wonder
he thought again and with a sigh
for his own condition within sight
of this mans happiness he pushed
heavily along
Hardly had he got back into the
town when he was seen and recog
nized for with a whoop and a spring
and a jovial oath a tipsy companion
of former days came sweeping down
upon him from the open door of a
drinking shop
What Jason Bless my soul
Come in the fellow cried embrac
ing him and to avoid the curious
gaze of the throng that had gathered
on the pavement Jason allowed him
self to be led into the house
Well God save us So youre
back But I heard you had come
Old John Olafsson told us He was
down at the jetty Boys the fellow
shouted to a little company of men
who sat drinking in the hotel par
lor hes another Lazarus came back
from the dead
Heres to his goot healt den
said a fat Dutch captain who sat on
the hearth strumming a fiddle to tune
it
And while the others laughed and
drank a little deformed dwarf in a
corner with an accordion between his
twisted fingers began to play and
sing i
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wffltrsrMwtafaC9as
This is the last thing that should
have happened thought Jason and
with many excuses he tried to elbow
his way out But the tipsy comrade
held him while he rattled on
Been away foreign eh Married
since No Then the girls of old
Iceland are best eh What Yes
And old Icelands the fairest land the
sun shines upon eh No But
Lord bless me what a mess you made
of it by going away just when you
did
At that Jason while pushing his
way thought i turned about with a
look of inquiry
Didnt know it What That
after the mother died old Jorgen went
about looking for you No Want
ed Whq to make a man or you
when he couldnt fine you he took
up with Michael Sunlocks
Michael Sunlocks Jason repeat
ed in a distant sore of voice
Just so this precious new gover
nor that wants to put down all the
drinking i j
Yes Put your nose out boy for
that was the start of his luck
Jason felt dizzy and under the hard
tan of his skin his face grew white
You should know him though
No Well after old Jorgen had
reled with him everybdoy said he
was a kind of bastard brother of1
yours
The reeking place hau got hotter
and hotter It was now stifling and
Jason stubled out into the street
Michael Sunlocks was the new gov
ernor and Michael Sunlocks was
about to be married to Greeba Thrice
had this man robbed him of his bless i
ing standing in the place that oughu
to have been his once with his fa 5
ther once with GreeDa and once
again with Jorgen Jorgenseii
He tried to reckon it all up but
do what he would he could not keep
his mind from wandering The truth
had fallen upon him at a blow and
under his strong emotions his facul
ties seemed to be slain in a moment
He felt blind and deaf and unable
to think Presently without knowing
where he was going but impelled by
some blind force and staggering
along like a drunken man he found
himself approaching the Bishops Pal
ace
He is there he thought the man
who has stood in my place all his
days the man who has stripped me
of every good thing in life He is
there in honor and wealth and hap
piness and I am here a homeless
outcast in the night Oh that I could
do it now now now
But at that he remembered that he
had never yet seen Michael Sunlocks
to know him from another man I
must wait he thought I must go
to work cautiously I must see him
first and watch him
The night was then far spent to
wards midnight the streets had
grown quiet the lights of the town
no longer sent a yellow glare over
the grass clad housetops and from
a quiet sky the moon and stars
shone out
Jason was turning back toward his
lodgings when he heard a voice that
made him stand It was a womans
voice singing and it came with the
undertones of some string instrument
from the house in front of him After
a moment he pushed the gate open
and walked across the little grass plat
until he became beneath the only
window from which a light still
shone There he stopped and listened
laying his hand on the sill to steady
himself
To be Continued
A West Pointer as a Diplomat
Arthur Sherburne Hardy our new
minister to Switzerland is a graduate
of West Point He served in the Third
artillery traveled mucn studied in
France was professor of civil engineer
ing at Iowa college and Dartmouth
and wrote several successful novels and
textbooks
Slgsbees First Thought
Captain Sigsbee who commanded the
warship Maine when she was blown up
in Havana harbor was recently asked
what was his first thought on realizing
what had occurred To tell the
truth said the captain my first
thought was what will the newspa
pers say at home
The Squire Fined Himself
John Hartman justice of the peace
at Millville N J got into a wordy
war with some visitors at his office and
used language of the sulphurous va
riety After the fuss was all over he
asked the mayor for a warrant for his
own arrest on the charge of disorderly
conduct I caught myself redhanded
he said and why shouldnt I jpay a
fine like any other honest citizen Im
an honest man even if I am justice
of the peace A small fine was im
posed
A Little City in One Building
The daily population of the Equit
able building in New York is 3100
and the mail averages about 18000
pieces a day Every forty five minutes
mail wagons run over from the post
office and carry back with them seventy-five
pounds of outgoing mail
Vermont Venison
There were 111 deer killed in Ver
mont during the open season which
ended November 1 Last year ninety
were reported killed in the brief ten
days season allowed and in 1898
when the open season extended
throughout October 130 were killed
To Test Election taws
Money is being subscribed chiefly
in Boston Mass to test in the su
preme court of the United States the
constitutionality of the election laws
in Louisiana and North Carolina
which practically disfranchise the
negroes of the two states The total
expense is expected to be about 5000
Georgias Real Daughters
Georgia has within its borders four
known real daughters of the American
Revolution they being Mrs Olina T
Way Mrs Martha Penn Rodgers Mrs
Oliver P Berry and Mrs Mary Bibb
Hall each the daughter of a soldier
who fought in the Continental army
during the Revolutionary war
THE FRESS
What Will M Maupin Had to Say About the Eter
nal Fitness of Things
The following is the response of Will M Maupin of the
World Herald to the toast The Press at the Omaha
Jackson Club banquet
Mr Toastmaster and Fellow De
feated It is with fear and trembling
that I undertake the task tonight of
responding- to this toast a toast that
should find response from more elo
quent lips than mine The toast to
The Press should be responded to by
one whose pen is a recognized factor
in public affairs and whose words of
warning and of admonition are worthy
the attention of party leaders and
party workers
Like the toast The Ladies God
Bless Em the toast to The Press
is often drank without realizing its
solemnity and without grasping the
immensity of the power thus honored
It has become a matter of custom rath
er than a matter of choice to have a
toast to The Press upon an intellect
ual are and because of its com
monness men seldom pause to weigh its
full meaning
Oftentimes I think this toast is
looked upon much like the toast of
fered by the man at the stag dinner
To Our Wives and Sweethearts May
They Never Meet I fear that among
politicians the toast to The Press is
often looked upon something like this
To the Press May It Whoop Things
Up During the Campaign and God
Help the Editor Between Times
Political parties and politicians owe
everything to the party press The
party press owes nothing to the poli
tician and nothing to the party save
when it stands by time tried and test
ed principles The party press owes
allegiance only to party principles
and should designing politicians lead
the party astray for the purpose of
temporary aggrandizment the party
press should be and ever is found ready
to oppose the surrender of principle
for pelf
Traitors Of the Press
Of course there are exceptions to
this rule One twelfth of the apostles
was bad But here the analogy ceases
for the apostolic one twelfth went out
and hanged himself for very shame at
having betrayed the master but the
party paper that has sold itself for sor
did gold or temporary favor boasts of
its political honesty and demands a re
organization of the party
The press is the greatest power for
good or evil in the world today In
the hands of upright honest and able
men it is the greatest weapon for good
known to mankind In the hands of
dishonest and designing men it
comes a power for evil that leaves
be
the
devil nothing to desire
The honest press is feared by ty
rants and its help sought by political
mountebanks masquerading as men
desirous of benefitting mankind in gen
eral The honest press has elected
congresses and been sorry for it after
wards The dishonest press has de
feated presidential candidates who
stood for right and justice and human
liberty and elected candidates who
could not distinguish the difference be
tween plain duty and criminal assim
ilation The honest press denounces
the Napolonic financier who engineers
a bond issue for the benefit of multi
millionaires while the dishonest press
magnifies the awful crime of a man
who steals a loaf of bread to keep wife
and little ones from starvation We
hear much of yellow journalism these
days That has become a common ex
pression and is used by many as a term
of reproach But it is a compliment
Yellow journalism does things while
conservative journalism only imag
ines things Yellow journalism de
manded a vindication of justice and hu
manity while the conservative jour
nalism of the land urged delay and
trembled lest stocks be depreciated
begging that the blood of the Ameri
can slain to be looked upon as merely
an incident in our national life Yel
low journalism has pulled the mask
from the face of political hypocrisy
and revealed sordid selfishness in all its
hideous forms of ship subsidies protec
tive tariffs and New Jersey organiza
tions One of the latest and best com
pliments to yellow journalism was to
materially assist in preventing this re
public from becoming a feif of Great
Britain by the adoption of a treaty as
drawn by the British minister at Wash
ington and humbly accepted by Lit
tle Breeches who should never have
been allowed to doff his infantine
knickerbo ckers
The Country Press
It is too often the case that those
who propose the toast to The Press
think only of the metropolitan news
papers This is an error that should
be rectified Because of its advantag
eous position the metropolitan press
is the ammunition factory but the
country press is the Gatling the Nor
denfelt the Maxim or the rapid fire
rifle thlt shoots the ammunition thus
prepared into the ranks of the common
While the new congress will be even
more large republican than the old
and quite as unsound in political doc
trine it is likely to be more sensitive
to popular opinion than the expiring
remnant and it has been made very
manifest that popular opinion does
not sustain the principles of subsidies
and bounties This matter was kept
carefully in the background during
the campaign and when the triumph
ant Hauna brought it forward after
the election as though he had received
a mandate to do what he pleased it
was soon recognized that the country
would not have it
l
enemy and routs him horse foot and
dragoons or rather to speak more
exactly routs the enemy fryingpan
subsidy and coercon
That is of course sometimes Oc
casionally the ammunition falls short
and the gunners must fall back Oc
casionally as the last election demon
strated the enemy of self government
liberty and justice is encased in armor
plate at S450 a ton and 50 percent pro
fit and supported by platoons and bri
gades of corporations trusts and of
ficeholders thus defeating the hosts of
justice and liberty But
Truth crushed to earth will rise
again
And throw the load from off her
back
While error wounded writhes in pain
And vainly calls to Mark and Mack
The press is a wonderful institu
tion Poets have tuned their lyres
and sung their songs of admiration
and adoration Politicians have tuned
their liars same pronunciation but
different orthography and eloquently
sung the praises of the man behind
the pen But ere the echoes of the
poets sons have died away he has
cursed the editor for refusing to print
his poetic slush and while the politi
cian is still red in the face from his
exertions to make the editor feel good
he rises and proposes the toast The
Press God Bless It with a striking
change in the verb
The politician has slaped the editor
upon the back and told him he is a
good fellow then stolen the editors
best thoughts and mounted the stump
to preach thm as his own
The editor is always it during the
campaign and too often nit after the
campaign
The chief end of man is to praise
God and glorify him forever The
chief end of the editor is to boost poli
ticians into office and beg for cord
wood on subscription
The chief occupation of the party
editor is to elect men to office and
apologize for it afterward
The editors chief pleasure is to
spin the linen and make the purple
and then see others wear it while he
hustles up enough delinquent sub
scribers to get his patent insides out
of the express office
The editor blushes with conscious
pride when the politician pats him on
the back and compliments him upon
an editorial leader but the editors
family eat when the politician pays
his subscription
The editor swells out his chest
when told that he surely elected John
Jones county sheriff but he puts pota
toes m his cellar and coal in his bin
when Sheriff Jones gives him the sale
notices to publish
Democracys Great Weapon
My friends the greatest weapon in
the hands of democracy is its able and
fearless press but the weapon must
be sharper in other places than its ap
petite It must be recognized and
supported Few politicians seek an
office that has no salary attachment
yet it is too often the case that they
expect the editor to fight the partys
battles without money and without
price relying upon Providence for
help and individual exertion for bread
The party press to be effective must be
well supported It is the first to feel
the effects of hard times and the last
to feel the effects of returning prosper
ity It is always on the firing line
While politicians are m the hospital
for repairs or fattening at the public
crib the party press in its khaki uni
form is in the field skirmishing1 to
beat back the enemy or to outflank it
and capture the works
The party press is never discour
aged Though often repulsed it is
never defeated In my minds eye I
can see tonight the grand army of
democratic newspapers repulsed for a
time but still stout hearted and wil
ling reforming its lines and fixing
bayonets for the great charge of 1902
It failed a few months ago in its efforts
to elect to the highest office in the re
public the greatest leader the ablest
statesman and the most unselfish pat
riot of his time and generation but it
never for a moment lost heart It
failed in its desperate struggle to plant
again upon the hattlements of the
republic the standards of liberty and
justice but although beaten back it
still holds the standards high aloft and
has kept them free from the stains of
coercion bribery and injustice
It was a sore repulse my friends
But what of the victory won by the
enemy When Charles of Sweden was
congratulated upon a dearly bought
victory he looked out over the battle
field filled with his dead and dying
and with tears in his eyes exclaimed
Hunters and Hunted
Philadelphia Times
Copying our Rooseveltian style of
dubbing the Filipinos TVIalay pirates
our British cousins across the water
are demanding that the boer guerrillas
must be hunted
down This serves to
fire the British heart at home but it
doesnt seem to have made much im
pression on the boer guerrillas in
south Africa In point of fact they
have recently displayed an inclination
to do tne Hunting themselves with
uiwc oiitoa Liinii uucir uritisn
nents care to admit
V
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Truly a great victory but another
one like it will ruin us forever
The men who achieved the victory
of last November as they look out
over the field strewn with the ruins of
small industries the sorely wounded
forms of liberty and justice and the
wrecks of individual enterprise can
well exclaim with Charles of Sweden
Truly a wonderful victory hut an
other one like it will ruin the republic
forever
Precursor of Victory
It was a humiliating repulse my
friends but it presages a glorious vic
tory when next we marshal our forces
and go forth to battle I do not come
here tonight with sackcloth and ashes
hidden beneath the mockery of a dress
suit and a dirge sounding in my ears
I come with a heart full of hope and
the music of rejoicing promised for
the future We arc indeed passing
through the valley of humiliation but
we see before us no abyss of eternal
disaster The way is dark and the
path is rough hut just ahead is a glim
mer of light that tells us that justice
still lives and that right will again
rule And so we press forward with
the knowledge that where the light is
are the plains of eternal truth and
justice where we shall plant the vic
torious standards of democracy and
again rally the world around liberty
and f ce government
And through this dark valley which
now we tread the democratic press is
guiding the undismayed hosts of
Undaunted and unafraid it
still holds on high the truths written
by Thomas Jefferson and shot into
British red coats by Andrew Jackson
from behind the cotton bales at New
Orleans
When these truths are again a
working vital force in the affairs of
the nation the democratic press will
herald the glad news abroad to all
lands and this republic will again be
the Mecca of the free and the guiding
star of all those who seek liberty
The flag will again be greeted by men
whose eyes brighten at the sight of its
waving folds instead of by men whose
eyrs see it and fill with tears for lost
aspirations and betrayed confidences
When that glad day comes the vultures
of greed and force will seek their
rocky fastnesses of despair to prey
upon one another and the breath of
life will be breathed into the forms of
dead industries the wounds of liberty
and justice will be healed and individ
ual enterprises will stand upon its
feet and be strong for the race be
fore it
My friends that glad day is close
at hand The first rosy glints of its
dawning are already painting red the
horizon of the future Soon the sun
shine of universal prosperity will
drive away the gloom of trust glut
tony and corporation rapacity
To the democratic press I drink a
toast God give it strength to run the
race to fight the fight and win the
victory And when the victory is
achieved let the democratic press be
remembered in the proclamation of
thanksgiving
The candidates for United States sen
ator are on edge these days It is get
ting pretty close to the time when each
must disclose his hand and let the
other fellows see whether they hold a
royal straight flush or whether they
were just simply bluffing
Mr George D Meiklejohn has every
thing in readiness to save himself from
drowning just when the contest gets
darkest He has a large assortment
of robes de nuit and plenty of cosmo
line and matches
The Jacksonian club banquet in
Omaha was from all reports a grand
success Democracy is not dead nor
will it perish It has living principles
and will live because of such
Mr Lodge of Massachusetts devoted
oae whole day in the senate recently
trying to convince the rest of the so
lons that an army of 1Q0000 would not
be a menace but a blessing
When the people get over the idea
that the present only must be provided
against then there may come the
time when sober judgment will be
hearkened to
Reorganization Oh yes we
heard somebody use that word
name was Grover
have
His
The word is forward march to vic
tory on the platform of Kansas City
There will be no turning back by
the Bryan democracy
Harrison Sot In Line
Des Moines Leader
The speech made by General Harri
son at Indianapolis on Monday night
recalls those happy addresses which he
delivered during the summer of 1888
and which convinced the republicans
of the country that no mistake had
been made in the choice of standard
bearer Benjamin Harrison although
for a long time forced to endure the
gibe of grandfathers hat is now gen
erally acknowledged to be the ablest
living republican It is therefore an
event not to be belittled that he has
turned his face squarely against the
colonial policy of the present republi
can administration
Mj
A Problem of the Century
Savannah Xews
How to make the rich bear the bur
dens of government in proportion to
their wealth and induce them to dis
charge obligations they owe to society
is a problem that is awaiting solution
Its importance is not being a
mated by those who are calling
tion to it It is a problem that cannot
be put aside It will have to be solved
and with each year of the new century
the necessity for its solution wilfber
come more imperative
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