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MtMHM iMHWWrtn jif;'iA'ei-jMw,'wr xr , v --,''j,-iJ rr -V - -"M"",,, THE NORTH PLATTE 8EMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. H v fix ANNA KATHARINE GREEN I AUTHOR OP WTHE 1EAVBNWOBTH CASE- u JZSJZZZ-r, T n'pltftinnn nnninu Mm..I... Jl Tnc r iiAUUKU jwuj, iucuuuac ur iui: wiuorcKuxu nnta ILLUSTRATIONS BY CHARLES .W. ROSSE& COPYRIGHT 9J1 ty 5TJJEET & .SMITH c.uinr4 luni XOJU. JB2 DODD, MEAD a CO "y- IMTJ&S 'X v fEiJNfft'SflKBr) I.i ir " it U ' P 7 8YN0P8I8. George Anderson nnd wife see ft ro marlmulo looking man como out of the Clormont hotel, look around furtively, wmIi his hands In the snow and pass on. Commotion attracts tlum to tho Clormont, whero It Ih found Unit the beautiful Miss Kdlth Challonor has fallon dead. Ander son doscrlbfi) tho man ho saw wash his hands In tho snow Tho hotel managor declares him to h Orlando Hrothcrson. I'hyslclnns find that Miss Challoner woji tabbed find not shot, which soeins to clear Brotherson of suspicion, CJryco, nn ngod detective, and Bwcotwater. Ills as sistant, take up tho caso, They bellovo Miss Chulloner stabbed horsolf. A papor cutter found neur tho socno of tragedy Is believed to bn the weapon lined Mr. Choi loner tells of a. batch of loiters found In his daughter's desk, signed "O. II " All are lovo It-Mora except one which shows that tho writer was displeased. This let ter was HlKncd by Orlando Hrothcrson. Anderson noes with Hweotwnter to Iden tify Hratherson. who Is to address a moot ing of anarchists. The placo Is raided by thn police and Hrothcrson escapes with out being Identified Hrothcrson Is found living In ii tenement under tho name of Dunn ITo Is nn Inventor. Hrothcrson tells tho coroner of his acquaintance with Miss Challoner and how she ropulsed him with scorn when ho offered her his lovo, Hweetwntor recalls the mystery of tho murder of n vashcrwoman In which somo details wero similar to tho Challonor af fair. Challoner admits his daughter was deeply Interested, If not In lovo with Jirothorson, Ilrothorson gives the pollco ii plauslblo explanation of his conduct Hweotwnter plnns to disguise himself as ft carpenter and seek lodgings In the samo building with Urothorson. CHAPTER XVI Continued. And no It enmo to pass that nt nn liour when nil tho other hurd-worklng peoplo In tho building woro asleep, or at least striving to Hlocp, thoao two nion Htlll Hnt at tholr work, ono In tho light, tho other In tho darkness, fac ing onoh other, conBclouuly to tho ono, uncoiiBcloiiHly to tho other, ncroHB tho hollow woll of tho now allont court. Elovon o'clock I Twolvo! No change on Hrothsrson's pnrt or In Ilrothcr non'B room; but n, dccldod ono In tho plnco whoro Swoetwntor snt. ObJuctB which had been totally IndlBtlngulBh nblo ovon to his ponotrntlng oyo could now bo soon in over brighten ing outline Tho moon had reached tho open Bpaco nbovo tho court, and ho wbb getting tho full bonoflt of It. But It wan a bonoflt ho would havu boon glad to dlBponso with. DnrknoBS was like n shield to him. Ho did not fool qulto euro that ho wanted this Hhlold removed. Wltfi no curtain to tho window and no ohnde and nil this brilllnnco pouring Into tho room, ho fcarod tho disclosure of Ills prosonco horo, or, If not that, Bomo effect on lila own mind of Uioho momorloB ho wbb more nnxloilB to boo mirrored In anothor'B dlacomflturo than In his own. Wb It to cflcnpo nny lack p? con centration which thoBo Bnmo momo rlcB might bring, that ho roso and Btoppod to tho window? Or was It under ono of thoao Involuntary im PuIboh which move un In Bplto of our solves to do tho vory thing our Judg mont disapproves? No Boonor had ho approached tho Bill thnn Mr. DrothorBon'B ahado How way up and ho, too, looked out. Tholr glances mot, and for nn Instant tho hardy dotoctlvo exporloncod that In voluntary stagnation of tho blood which follows an Inner shock. Ho felt that ho had boon rccognlzod. The moonlight lay full upon his faco, and tho othor had Boon and known him. Hlso, why tho constrninod nttltudo and eudden rigidity observable In this confronting tlguro, with Its partially lifted hand? A mail llko Brothorson makes no pause In any notion however trivial, without n reason,. Elthor ho had bodn trnnaflxod by this gllmpao of hla onomy on watch, ordaring thought! hnd soon onpugh of sopul chrnl BUggoBtlon In tho wan faco looking forth from thla fatal window to ehnko him from hla composure and lot looso tho grinding dovll of remorse from Its Iron prlson-houso? If bo, tho ntovomont was a moniorablo ono, and tho hazard qulto worth whllo. Ho hud gained -no! ho had gained nothing. Ho hud boon tho fool of his own wishes. No ono, lot nlouo Urothor son, could hnvo mlatnkon IiIb fnco for that of n woman. Ho had forgottou his nowly-grown board. Somo othor cnuso must bo found for tho othor'a attitude It aavorod of shock, If not fear. If It wero fear, then had he roqeod nn omotton which might.ro Tound upon hlmsolf In sharp reprisal Death hnd boon known to strike peoplo standing whoro ho stood; mys torlous death of a epoclon quite unrec osnleablc. What warranty hnd ho that It would not Btrlko htm, and now? None. Yot It was Urothorson who movod flrat. With n shrug of tho ahouldor plainly visible to tho man, opposite lio turned nwuy from tho window and without lowering tho ahado, bogan gathering up IiIb papers for tho night, and later banking up his atovo with auueB. flwoetwatcr, with a breath of decid ed relief, stopped back and throw hl:n solf on tho bed. It had really boon a trial for him to stand thoro und,or tho other'B cyo, though hla mind rofusod to formulato his fear, or to glvo him any satisfaction when ho nakod him self what thero wbb In tho situation euggcHtl"o of death to tho woman or harm to himself. Nor did morning light bring coun sel, as Is usual In similar cases. Ho felt tho mystery moro In tho hubbub and restless turmoil of tho day than In tho night's silence and inactivity Ho was glad whon tho stroko of six gavo him an excuse to leave tho room. At half past six ho found tho jani tor. Ho was, to nil nppearnnco, In n stato of great excitement and ho Bpoko very fast. "I won't stay nnolher night In that room," ho londly declared, breaking In whoro tho family wero eating breakfast by lamplight. ."1 don't want to mako any trouble and I don't want to glvo my reasons; but that room don't suit mo. I'd rather tako tho dark ono you talked about yeatorday. Thero'a tho monoy. Havo my things moved today, will yo?" "But your moving out after ono night's stny will glvo that room a bad name," stammered tho Jnnltor, rising awkwardly. "Thoro'U bo talk and I won't bo nblo to let that room all win tor." "NonBonBo! Every man hasn't the nerves I havo. You'll lot It In a week. But lot or no lot, I'm going front Into tho llttlo dark room. I'll got tho boss to let mo off at half past four. So that's settlod." Ho waited for no reply and got nono; but whon ho nppoarcd prompt ly nt n qunrtor to five, ho found his few belongings moved Into a middlo room on tho fourth floor of tho front building, which, oddly perhaps, chnncod to bo next door to tho ono ho had held undor watch' tho night bo fore, Tho first pago of hla advonturo In the Hicks street tenomont had been turned, and he was ready to start upon anothor. CHAPTER XVII, In Which a Book Plays a Leading Part. Whon Mr. Brothorson camo In that night, ho noticed that tho door of tho room adjoining Ills own stood opon Ho did not hesitate. Making Immedi ately for It, ho took a glanco Inside, then opoko up with n rlnglngintona tlon: "Halloo! coming to live in this liolo?" Tho occupant n young mnn, evi dently n workman and Bomowhat Blck ly if one could Judgo from hla com plexionturned around from some tinkering ho was engaged in and mot tho lntrudor fairly, faco to faco. "Ycb, this is to bo my castle. Aro you tho owner of tho buildings? If HO" "I am not tho owner. I live next door. Haven't I seen .yoli boforo, young man?" "If you go up Henry stroot it's like ly enough that you've aeon mo not onco, but many times. I'm tho follow who works at tho bench next tho win dow in 8chupor'a repairing ahop. Ev erybody knows mo." "I'vo soon you. I've Been you some where olso than In Schupor's shop. Do you remombor mo?" "No, air; I'm sorry to bo Imporllto but I don't remember you at all. Won't you sit down? H'b not vory cheerful, but I'm bo glud to got out of tho room I wob In last night that thin looks all right to mo. Back there, other building," ho whlapored. "I didn't know, and took tho room which Elovan o'Ctockl Twelve o'Ctockl Channe on Brotherson's Part. had a window 1U it; but" Tho stop was significant; so wub his smllo, which hnd n touch of sickliness In It, iib woll ns humor. But Brothorson wob not to bo caught, "I Bnw jou," said ho. "You woro standing In tho window overlooking tjio court. You woro not sleoplng thon, I supposo you know that a woman died in that room?" "You; thoy told mo so this morn ing." V "Was thnt tho first you'd! licnrd of It?" "SurqS" Tho word almost Jumped nt tho quostlonor. "Do you supposo I'd havo tnken tho room U " -til np" No Hut horo tho Intruder, with a dis dainful grunt, turned and wont out, disgust In ovory feature plain, un mistakable, downright disgust, and nothing moro! This wns,whnt gavo Swectwnter his second bad night; this and a cer tain discovery ho made. Ho had count ed on hearing what went on in tho neighboring room through tho parti tion running back of hla own closet. But he could hear nothing, unless it was tho shutting down of a window, a loud snooze, or tho rattling of coals as they wero put on tho flro. And theso possessed no significance. What he wanted was to catch the secret sigh, tho muttered word, tho involun tary movemont. Ho was too far re moved from this man still. How should he manage to got near er him at tho door of his mind of his heart? Sweotwater stared all night from his mlscrablo cot into the darkness of that separating closot, and with no result. His task looked hopeless; no Wonder that he could get no rest. Next morning ho felt ill, but ho roso all the samo, and tried to got his own breakfast. Ho had but partially suc ceeded and was sitting on tho edgo of hla bed In wretched discomfort, when tho vory man ho was thinking of ap peared at his door. "I'vo como to bbo how you arc," said Brothorson. "I noticed that you didn't look well last night. Won't you come in and Bharo my pot of coffco?" "I I can't eat," mumbled Swcot wator, for onco In his lifo thrown completely off hia balance "You'ro vory kind, but I'll manage all right, I'd rather. I'm not qulto dressed, you boo, and I must got to tho shop." Then ho thought "What nn oppor tunity I'm loBlng. Havo I any right to turn tall because ho plays his game from the outsot with trumps? No, I'vo a small trump sombwhoro about mo to lny on this trick. It isn't nn aco, but It'll show I'm not chicane" And smiling, though not with his usunl cheerfulness, Sweotwator added, "Is tho coffee all mado7 I might tako a drop of that. But you mustn't ask mo to cnt I Just couldn't." "Yea, the coffoo la made and It isn't bad either. You'd bettor put on your coat; tho hall's draughty." And wait ing till Sweotwator did bo, ho led tho way back to his own room. Brother son's manner oxprossed perfect ease, Sweetwater's not. Ho knew himself changed in looks, in bearing, in feel ing, oven; but was ho changed enough to docolvo this man on tho very spot whoro thoy had confronted each other n few daya beforo In a keen moral Btrugglo? "I'm going out myaolf today, so wo'll havo to hurry a bit," wns Broth erson'a first romnrk as thoy seated thomsolvoB nt tablo. "Do you llko your coffoo plain or with milk In It?" "Plain. Goah! what pictures! Whoro do you feot 'em? You must have n lot of coin " Swootwator was Blaring nt tho row of photographs, mostly of a vory high order, tacked along tho wall separating tho two roomB. Thoy wero unframod, but thov woro mostly copies of great pictures, and tho effect wns rnther imposing in contrast to tho shabby furniture and tho othorwlso homely fittings. "Yes, I'vo enough for that kind of thing," was his host's reply. But tho tone was reserved, and Sweotwator did not prcsumo again along this line. Instead, ho looked woll nt tho books pllod upon tho shelves undor theso photographs, and wondered aloud at tholr numbor and nt tho man who could waste such a lot of tlmo in rend ing thorn. But ho made no moro di rect romnrks. Yot thero wnB ono choorful moment it was whon ho noticed tho careless way In which thosq books woro nr rungod upon tholr shelves An idea hnd como to him. lio hid his relief In his cup, ns ho drninod tho Inst drops of tho coffoo, which really tasted bottor thnn ho expected. Whon ho returned from work that nftornoon It was with nn nugor undor his cont and n conviction which led him to empty out tho contents of a small phial which ho took down from n sholf, Ho hnd told Mr. Qryco that ho was ongor for tho buBlneaa because of Its dllilcultioB, but that was when ho wns fooling flno nnd up to nny gnmo which might como his wny. Now ho felt woak nnd easily dlscourngod. This would not do. Ho must rogaln his health nt nil hazards, bo ho poured out tho mlxturo which had given him such n sickly nlr. Thla done and a rudo aupper oaten, ho took up his auger, Ho hnd heard Mr. Brother bou's stop go by. But noxt minute ho laid It down again in great husto nnd flung a nowsiiaper over It. Mr. Hrothcrson was coming back, hnd Btoppod nt his door, had knocked nnd must bo lot In. "You'ro bottor this evening," ho hoard In those kindly tones which so confused nnd Irritated him. "Yes," was tho auily ndmlBslon. Then Mr. Brothorson passed on. nnd Swootwntcr llstoned till ho wns sure thnt hla too attentive neighbor had really gono down tho three flights a AST" W between him nnd tho street. Thon ho took up his auger again and shut himself up In his closot. Thero was nothing peculiar about thlB closet It was Just an ordinnry one with drawora and shelves on ono aldo, and an open space on tho other for the hanging up of clothes. Vory fow clothes hung there at present; but It was In this portion of tho closet that ho stopped and began to try tho wall of Brotherson's room, with tho butt end of the tool ho carried. Tho sound seemed to satisfy him, for very soon ho was boring n hole at a point exnetly level with his ear. "Neat na well aa useful," was tho gay commont with which Sweetwator surveyed his work, thon laid hlB oar to tho holo. Whereas previously ho could barely hear tho rattling of coals from tho coal-scuttle, ho was now able to catch tho sound of on ash falling into tho ash-pit. His next move waa to tost tho depth of the partition by inserting his finger in tho holo he mado. Ho found it stopped by some obstacle beforo It had reached half its length, and anx ious to satisfy himself of tho nature of tho obstaclo, he gently moved the tip of his finger to and fro over what was certainly tho edge of a book. This proved that his calculations had been correct and that the open ing bo accessible on his side, was completely veiled on tho other by the books ho had seen 'packed on tho fiitr This Proved That His Calculations Had Been Correct. Bholves. Ho had evon been careful to assure himself that nil tho vol umes at tills exact point stood fnr onough forwnrd to afford room behind thorn for tho chips and plaster he must nocessarily push through with his auger, nnd also important consid eration for tho free passage of tho sounds by which ho hoped to profit. But It waB days boforo ho could trust himself bo far. Meanwhile their acquaintance ripened, though with 'no vory satisfactory results. Tho detec tlvo found himself led Into telling sto ries of his oarly home-llfo to keep paco with tho man who always had something of moment and solid in terest to impart. This was undesir ablo, for instead of calling out n cor responding confldonco from Brother- son, It only seemed to mnko his con versation moro coldly lmporsonal. In consequence, Sweetwater sudden ly found himself qulto well and ono ovcnlng, when ho wns suro that his neighbor was at home, ho slid softly into his closot and laid his car to the opening ho had mado thoro. The ro suit was unoxpectod. Jlr. Brotherson wob pacing tho floor, and talking soft ly to himself. At flrat, tho cadonco and full mu sic of tho tonos conveyed nothing to our far from literary detective. Tho victim of his secret machinations was oxprosBlng himself ln words, words that waB tho point which counted with him. But ns he Ustonod longer nnd gradually took in tho sonso of theso words, his heart went down lowor nnd lower till It reached his boots. His inscrutable and ovor dis appointing nolghbor waa not Indulg ing In solf-communlngs of any kind Ho waa reciting pootry, and what was worso, pootry which ho only half ro mombcrod and was trying to recall an Incredible occupation for a man weighted with a criminal secrot. Sweotwater was disgusted, and was withdrawing In high Indignation from his vantage-point whon something oc curred of a startling enough nnturo to hold him whoro ho was In almost breathless expectation. Tho hole which In tho darkness of tho closot waa alwaya faintly vlalble, oven whon tho light waB not very strong In tho adjoining' room, had suddenly bocomo a bright and shining loop-holo, with n suggestion of move ment in tho space boyond. Tho book which had hid this holo on Brother son's aldo had been taken down tho ono book In all thoso hundreds whoso romovnl threatened Sweotwater'B schemes, it not himself. For an instant tho thwarted .detec tive listened for the angry shout or tho smothered oath which would nat urally follow tho discovery by Broth erson of this attempted interference with his privacy. But all was still on his side of tho wall. A rustling of leaves could be heard, as tho inventor searched for tho poem he wanted, but nothing more. In withdrawing tho book, he had failed to notice tho holo In tho plaster back of It. But he could hard ly fall to seo it when he camo to put the book bock. Meantimo, suspenBo for Sweetwater. It was several minutes before ho heard Mr. Brotherson's voice again, thon it was In triumphant repetition of the lines which had escaped his memory. They wero groat words surely and Sweetwater never forgot them, but the Impression which they mado upon his mind, an impression so forcible that ho was able to ropeat them, months afterward to Mr. Gryco, did not prevent him from noting tho tone in svhich they wero uttorcd, nor the thud which followed as the book was thrown down upon the floor. "Fool!" Tho word rang out In bit ter Irony from his lrato neighbor's lips. "What does he know of woman! Woman! Lot him court a rich ono and aeo but that's all over and done with. No moro hnrplng on thnt string, nnd no moro reading of poetry. I'll never " Tho reBt was lost in hia throat and wns quite unintelligible to tho anxious listener. Self-revealing words, which an In stant before would havo aroused Sweotwater's deepest' Interest! ' But they had suddenly lost all forco for the unhappy listener. The sight of that holo ntlll shining brightly before his eyes had distracted his thoughts nnd roiiBcd his liveliest apprehensions. If thnt book should be allowed to lio where it had fallen, then ho was In for a period of uncertainty ho shrank from contemplating. Any moment his neighbor might look up. and catch bight of this hole bored in tho backing of the shelves boforo him. Could the man who had been guilty of submit ting him to this outrage stand tho strain of waiting indefinitely for tho moment of discovery? He doubted it, if the suspense laated too long. Shifting his position, ho plaped his oyo where his ear had boen. He could see very little. The space boforo him, limited as it was to tho width of the ono olumo withdrawn, precluded his Beoing aught by what lay directly beforo him. Happily, it was in this narrow lino of vision that Mr. Broth orson stood. He had resumed work upon his model and was so placed that while his face was not vlBlble, his hands were, nnd as Sweetwator watched these hands and noticed the delicacy of their manipulation, he wns enough of a workman to realizo that work so flno called for nn undivided attention. He need not fear tho gaze "shifting, while thoao hands moved as warily as they did now. Reliovcd for tho moment, he left his post and, sitting down on tho edgo of his cot, gavo himself up to thought. Suddenly ho started upright. He would go meet his fate be present in tho room itself when tho discovory waa mado which threatened to upset all his plana. Ho waB not nBhamed of his calling, and Brothorson would think twlco beforo attacking him whon onco convinced that he had the de partment back of him. "Excuse me, comrade," wero tho words with which ho endeavored to account for his presence at Broth- crson'B door. "My lamp smella so, and I've made such a mess of my work today thnt I'vo just stopped in for n chnt. If I'm not wnnted, say so. I'd liko a big room like this, and n lot of books, and and pictures," "Look at thorn, thon. I llko to seo a man interested in books. Only, I thought if you know how to handle wlro, I would got you to hold this end whllo I workwlth tho other," "I guess I know onough for that," was Swotwator's gay rejolndor. But whon ho felt that communicating wlro In his baud nnd experienced for tho flrat timo tho full influenco of tho other's eye, it took nil his hnrdlhood to hldo tho hypnotic thrill it gavo him. Ho found himself gazing long and earnestly nt this man's hand, nnd wondering If death lay undor It. it was a strong hnnd, a doft, clean-cut momber, formod to respond to tho sllghost hint from tho powerful brain controlling it. But was this its wholo Btory, Had he said all whon ho had said this? Fascinated by tho question, Sweet water died n hundred deaths In his awakened fancy, as ho followed tho sharp, short instructions which fell with cool precision from the othor's lips. A hundred deaths, I say, but with no betrayal of his folly. The anxiety ho showed was that of ono oager to please, which may explain why on tho conclusion of his task. Mr. Brotherson gavo him one of hla Infrequent smiles and remarked, aa he buried tho model undor Its cov or, "You'ro handy nnd you're quiet at your job. Who knows but what I shall want you again. Will you como If I call you?" "Won't I?" was tho gay retort, bb tho detectlvo, thus released, stooped for tho book still lying on tho floor. "Paolo and FrancoBca," ho read, from tho back, as ho laid it on tho table. "Pootry?" ho queried. "Rot," Bcornfully returned tho oth er, aa ho moved to tako down a bot tle and somo glaBSOB from a cupboard let into another portion of tho wall. Sweetwater, taking advantage of tho moment, sidled towards tho sholf whero that empty spaco still gaped with tho tell-talo hole at the back. Ho could easily havo replaced tho missing book beforo Mr. Brothorson turnod. But tho issue waB too doubt ful. Ho was dealing with no absont minded fool, and It behooved him to avoid abovo all things calling atten tion to tho book or to the placo on tho shelf where It belongod. But thero was one thing ho could do and did. Reaching out n finger as doft ns Brotherson's own, ho pushed a second volumo into tho plnco of the ono thnt wns gono. This veiled tho nugor-holo completely; a fact which so entirely relieved his mind that his old smile camo back like sunshlno to his lips, nnd it wns only by a distinct effort that ho kept tho dancing humor from his eyes aa ho prepared to re fuse the glass which Brotherson now brought forward: "Nono of that!" (.aid ho. "You mustn't tempt mo. Tho doctor has shut down on all kinds of spirits for two months more, at least. But don't lot me hinder you. I can bear to smell tho s.tuff. My turn will como again somo day." But Brotherson did not drink. Set ting down tho glass ho carried, ho took up tho book lying near, weighed it In his hand and laid it down again, with an air of thoughtful inquiry. Then he suddenly pushed it towards Sweotwater. "Do you, want it?" ho nskod. Sweotwater was too taken aback to answer immediately. Thla was a movo he did not understand. Want it, ho? What ho wanted was to aeo it put back in its place on tho sholf. Did Brotherson suspect this? Tho sup position was incredible; yet who could read n mind so mysterious? Sweotwater, debating tho subject, decided that the risk of adding to any such possiblo suspicion was less to bo dreaded than the continued threat offered by that unoccupied space so near tho holo which testified so un mistakably of tho means he had takon to spy upon this suspected man's privacy. So, after a moment of awk ward silenco, not out of keeping with tho character he had assumed, ho cnlmly refused the present as ho had tho glass. Unhappily ho was not rewarded by sjelng the despised volume restored to its shelf. It still lay whore Its own er hnd pushed It, when, with somo "None of That!" He Said. awkwardly muttered thanks, tho dis comfited detectlvo withdrew to hli own room. (TO I3K CONTINUED.) Uses of Papyrus. Tho Papyrus plant, which once nourished In largo quantities In Egypt, but is now almost extinct thero, still abounds In tho Jordan Valley, as well as In tho neighborhood of Jaffa and Sldon. It grows best in a marshy soil, easily attaining a height of right to tun feet. The stems of tho plant, which are hollow, llko bamboo, aro leafless, and as thick as a roan's arm at tho lowor part, tapering away to a point. This "wood, says a writer in tho Wldo World Magazine la 4ised to day In the east for a variety of pur poses, both ornamental and useful. At Jaffa it is converted into sandals boxes, various articles of furniture and even Into boats. In ancient times, particularly when the PharaohB reign ed In Egypt, the papyrus was culti vated and converted Into paper, and many museums can boast of speci mens of theso ancient papyri manuscripts. "I . W.t)l-i,Writ,i(iiiW,l)ti.li.,.'iH,.J)),1ii in,, .,,1,1,1 iii,.,fc AW r mtivtjpvw& "'"I""1 ii.iii,,