A STERLING NOVEL OF THE GREAT
MIDDLE WEST
,MIDpDER5
Charles TEtfey Jackson
*^°° THE E^CFSOmSTMY BROTHERS
KEEPER etc. etc.
Copyright. 1912. Thn BohboJJerxill Campon?.
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CHAPTER I.
CAPTAIN TINKLETOES.
It was the morning of the king’s pa
rade when Aurelie was ost to the holy
family. The holy family was on its
way to mass at Saint Louis cathedral.
Sister Anastasia leading the sedate
procession with the larger girls, and
Sister Laure at the rear with the
smaller ones. Aurelie was the smallest
one of all. She clung tightly to Sister
Laure’s skirts, for in the asylum, one
saw nothing like this. All Royal street
was filled with bawling Mardi Gras
maskers ringing bells, tooting horns
and bumping into the holy family as
though, on such a morning there
should not be such a thing as an or
phan in the whole round world. And
on the corner Aurelie, very frightened
looked up into the eyes of an old man
who stared down at her with crafty
and deliberate intent, and then
stumped after the procession on his
wooden peg leg, bound round with a
shiny brass band, as if now the matter
was settled, and of all the orphans,
big ones, middle sized ones and small
er ones, “light mixed,’’ "dark mixed”—
and some almost black—there was just
one he wanted, and that was the lit
tlest one of all.
Many, many years after, a black
eyed and vivacious young woman,
whom all the land had read about,
starting on her wedding journey,
threw her arms about a silvery headed,
one-legged old rebel and kissing him,
said:
"Now, Uncle Michigan, before we say
goodby, tell me the real reason you
stole me."
The old rebel chuckled as he had
done a thousand times at this same
vexed question. "Well, you had on a
little blue wammus and the little blue
pants and I done reckoned you was a
boy. So I follered you right up close
and when a lot of them Mardy Graws
come along blowing horns and bumped
Into the convent sisters every wayr, I
Just grabbed you up and stumped off,
for I says, ’By mighty, this is the one
Captain Tinkletoes’U want—this little
one with the little blue pants.' So oft
to the woods we went.”
Then she bubbled with a fond re
proving laughter. “Now, don’t be silly.
That story is awfully silly. But, Uncle
Mich, I'm glad you stole me—then is
when everything began to happen."
Well, let us see Aurelie off on her
honeymoon, while we go back 20 years
to the morning when Uncle Michigan
seized her out of the demoralized holy
family and stumped off to the French
market lugger landing in Old New
Orleans, where he put her on Etienne
Guillimet’s crab boat bound for Bara
taria bay He gave her a praline to
suck lest she cry. and turned a crab
basket over her head, and not until
the Camlnada had wheezed some miles
up the yellow Mississippi and turned
off through a canal leading to the wild
Louisiana swamps did he take the
basket oft *
•p" Aurelle still sucked the praline un
blinkingly Never such a feast with
the decorous holy family. Her first
taste of the wicked world was good.
1 When the Cajun captain saw the
child he was amazed.
I “By damn, ole man—whose ees dat?"
"Oh,”-said Uncle Michigan, scratch
ing" a match evasively on his wooden
leg, "a baby done goln' down by Its
wimmln’ folks—'way off past John
the-Fool and Africa and them camps.
It's a right lonesome country.”
But if Captain Etienne and the Ca
jun crew had remembered they might
have known that, long before the lower
lakes were reached, a trapper's pi
rogue shot out from the overhanging
jungle, and Uncle Michigan handed
down the child to another old man
who sat it before him In the tiny
canoe and stared at it with Incredu
lous adoration. The Camlnala wheezed
off to the south, and all about the
mighty woods grew still with only
the hoot of an owl In the twilight
gloom under the moss-hung cypress,
The little old man still started at the
child who looked back expectant, yet
fearless.
'"‘r “Done come!” he breathed In his
exultation. "Done come!”
He took her In his arms and held
her off, In his eyes the light of the
magi as they stood in the door of
Bethlehem. And when Michigan pad
died on to where a great bar of the
sunset broke through the forest he
saw the child In a golden light and
laughed his happiness. “A little child
shall lead 'em. Michigan, here I be
an old fool reb off in the swamps with
the frogs and owls and snakes anc
'gators, waitin' for the child to come
to lead ’em to occupy the land—anc
here It be."
But Michigan was silent. He had
made an awful discovery.
They went on past the evil spikes ol
the cypress lifting out of the blacli
water where once a giant gar stirred
the depths; and once an alligatoi
crossed slowly before them; and once
a gray shark swain lithely in the sail
tide setting up from the gulf; anc
once far off an owl called, and front
a palmetto overhanging the canoe t
copperhead enake fell by the child's
eide, but she seemed without fear
And in the last rosy light a snow]
egret sailed above them, and on t
shell ridge a four-point buck watchet
until the swampers' pirogue hat
stolen on into the black, wet forest.
They came to a tiny garden at th<
end of a canal filled with purple hya
clnth and all about the thatched fenci
the green cane grew. The lean hount
pups came to greet them from undei
the palmetto hut, and the old mar
lifted the child and set her then
among them.
“Yere’s home," he said. “And yen
you’ll grow up to lead ’em. Lee’ll comi
on his big white horse, and Stonewal
a-chargln’ and rarln'; and ole Jel
Stuart and Colonel Maramaduke o
my ole bat’ry. And up and up’ll com
the old gray lines Jest as it’s done beer
revealed to me. and this little chib
shall lead ’em to occupy the land.'
"Old man, you been drlnktn' toi
much o’ that Cajun coffee since I left
Now yore ole head Is dons buzzin’. Dh
you feed them pups?’’
"Mush and pot ligueh, every day
Michigan.”
"Done stretch them mink pelts o:
the ole Chtua-tree?”
"Done stretch every pelt, Michlgab!
"Done tote out that moss from th
deep swamp?”
"Done tote every pound. Michigan
Done set the traps and run the ora
line and tend the lily boom, and ever
minute I says, ‘Yere I be down in th
swamps where I never surrendere
and up nawth's the government and 1
ain’t never surrendered, but now Mich
igun’s cornin’ to bring the child that"
lead the ole gray line to occupy th
land!’ How'd you find him, Michigan?
Did he done come right out o’ a cloud
o’ glory?”
Michigan pushed aside the mosquito
bars under the palm thatch where a
tiny fire flickered in the clay furnace.
He fanned it with his hat and the child
gravely watched one old man and then
the other. One was tall and the other
short, but each had lost a leg! The
two brass bands shone valiantly. She
smiled out of her dark-eyed, thin little
face which had looked upon much brief
change and indifference in a meager
little life and was not given to whim
pering.
“Wasn't no cloud o’ glory,” answered
Michigan, mournfully. "I done could
n’t get hold of a child anywhere till
along come a lot of orphans with them
convent sisters. And I see the littlest
one and just then the sisters got flus
tered with all the Mardy Graws blow
in’ horns and yellin’—”
Done know'd it!” crowed Old Man
Captain delightedly. “A cloud o’ glory
. or some excitement!”
“Old Man Captain, I got to tell you
something. I grabbed the littlest one
—with the little blue pants; but we
made an awful mistake!"
"Huccome mistake, Michigan?”
“She’s a girl!”
Old Man Captain looked fearfully at
Aurelie in the gloom of the falling
night. “Go on, now,” he murmured,
“go on, now!”
“How could I tell when she had on
them little blue pants? Just like a boy,
Old Man! And we got ’way down In
the swamps before I found out.”
Old Man Captain could hardly whis
per. He peered at his partner doubt
fully. "Huccome you find out, Michi
gan ?”
Michigan was more terribly embar
rassed than he had been since the sur
render. His pink cheeks burned, while
his partner pulled his own white beard
nervously. “Huccome, Michigan?”
gasped Old Man Captain.
“Oh, well, equivocated Michigan, “I
see a little chain with a silver cross
hangin’ about her neck under her
dress, so I Just got to peekin’ round!”
Old Man Captain was terribly
shocked. He spat off in the swamp as
he squatted by the fire. The serpent
had entered Eden. In 26 years of wan
dering they had their first dilemma.
“How’s a girl goin' to lead ’em?" asked
Old Man Captain mournfully.
Michigan raised his eyes with a great
idea. “Who said a girl couldn't? Reck
on nothin’ was said In your revelation
about it bein’ a boy? It Just said
cnuu:
Old Man Captain stared. The great
idea was too big for him. The mosqui
toes were drifting In with their night
fall singsong, and when they bit Au
relie she whimpered, and her dark eyes
sought Old Man Captain's appealingly.
She put out a trustful hand to touch
his wooden leg. That was too much.
He smiled. She crawled over and pat
ted Michigan’s wooden leg. The two
shy old swampers laughed together.
“We done got a babby, Michigan!”
“We done have, Old Man! All along
o’ yore crazy notion! You wouldn't let
me alone till I go to N’Awlyns and get
a child to bring up.”
“Wa’nt no crazy notion. It was re
vealed to me, I done tell you. But I
reckon It didn’t say It had to be a
boy exactly.”
“Well, Old Man, if we keep this girl
we got to quit driftin' ’round the
swamps. No mere bush-cattln’ upriver
when the big water's cornin’, or turt
lin’ down the lakes, or dlggln’ up the
shells for pirate’s hide-ups. No, sir—if
we keep her we got to stay right here
like we was a fambly.”
Old Man Captain stared again. This
was a sudden turning of the long road
of romance. Thirty years he and Mich
igan had fished and seined and trapped
and drifted logs a,nd prospected pirates’
treasure from Grand Isle to Butte La
Rose, and this was the first time fate
had put a Unger across the path. He
rubbed his head. “Reckon so. Bein’ a
girl, I reckon so!"
“Got to stay right yere,” pursued
Michigan relentlessly, “and make a
home and get a woman.”
“A woman?” That was too much.
Old Man Captain was dismayed.
“Ye3 sir. How's two old fool John
nies like you and me goln' to raise her
to be a lady if we ain't got a woman?”
“Now you begin to raise problems
when I thought everything was ca’am,”
quavered his partner.
“Well, how's she goln’ to lead ’em If
she ala’t raised to be a lady?”
Old Man Captain could not answer.
“I reckon,” he murmured. “Only yere’g
you and me hung together year in and
out since the surrender, and every
Christmas, Michigan, I whittle out a
new leg for yop and tou whittle out
one for me, and nary a word o’ wim
mln. Twenty-eight legs we cut out for
each other, and nary a word o’ wlm
mln!”
“Well, yere we are,” retorted Michigan
helplessly, “got to have a woman. Meb
be we can get one of the Chino wlm
men from the platforms, or mebbe we
can get the Bla Woman.”
(Continued next week.)
Pegoud, the Machine.
From the Kansas City Star?
Think of the nerve of this Frenchman,
Pegoud.
He mounts more than half a mile into
the air in hi* monoplane. Then he drives
head down. Instead of righting himself
he sweeps into a curve that brings his
machine upside down. Another drop and
, another curve right the plane.
I Imagine the self possession, the abso
■ lute mechanical control of nerve and mus
cle. required to accomplish such a feat.
The slightest wavering might have up
set the machine and sent it plunging
earthward to destruction.*
There was no chance to get accustomed
* to the strange position with precautions
1 for safety. Pegoud had to assume that
» he would be Just as calm, Just as self
’ possessed, driving hi* monoplane at that
» dizzy height upside down, as he would be
l In an ordinary flight. He had to have ab
I solute confidence in his Immunity from the
* slightest touch of giddiness. Under such
conditions even the disturbance of wrist
* and arm arising from an accelerated heart
* beat might prove fatal.
The event proved he had taken his own
measure correctly. Pegoud the aviator
* was no more human than the monoplane
In which he performed his aerial aero
1 batlcs. Man and mechanism formed one
automatic machine.
Did you notice what he said after com
i ing down from a sensation as thrilling
as a human being ever experienced? ‘‘I
r remained for a long time head downward
' because I wanted to, not because 1
couldn't help it. The sensation is strange,
' but not unpleasant.”
J The sensation is strange, but not un
* pleasant.” He might Just as well have
1 said, ‘‘Yes, thank you, I enjoyed it,
- though my corns hurt.”
1 Think of the nerve, was it said? Rath
3 er, think how he hasn't any nerves.
$ TEAM WORK WINS.
t By William T. Ellis. ♦
The business of being a hermit, a
pioneer or a prophet in the wilderness
used to be easier than It is now. In
dividualism grows more difficult every
year. The department store Idea is
coming to dominate retail business,
and all life as well. Every person
ality Is linked up with a multitude
of Interests. Living Is becoming more
and more complicated; and everybody's
dependence upon a complex social sys
tem Is steadily Increasing. The ten
dency of all this Is to conventionalize
life. Like the standard parts of auto
mobiles, human beings show a ten
dency to becorte standardized frag
ments of a great social machine. The
trend of the times Is forcing us to
live and work more closely with our
fellow men. This timely topic calls
upon us to consider how we may co
operate with our fellows.
Somewhere a commonplace woman
was given fame by being described
on her tombstone thus: "She was so
pleasant to live with.” That phrase,
which might with equal applicabil
ity, be cut Into a million tombstones,
has been given currency by many
writers. It Is worth quoting. For
that test probes the depths of char
acter. Are we easy to live with? This
ability to get along serenely with oth
er people Is mere desirable than some
of the ornate social graces. It be
speaks a wise philosophy or else a fine
natural disposition. There Is real point
to the fact that Jesus was surround
ed by fellow workers. He was the sort
of man who knew how to work with
men as well as for them.
All who labor together with Christ
find themselves fellow laborers with
a goodfly company of his other ffiends.
To walk Christ's way Is to fellow
ship with many kinds of folks.
National elections, which often
determine grave policies of historic
importance, aro the mrk of the many,
the co-operation of millions of men for
for a common end. In IBce fashion, 1t
heeds the concerted activity of the
Whole church to deal with the grave
Social and moral problems of the hour.
As we look about us at tremendous
tasks which await bsth leaders and
workers, we see that our day calls for
efficiency In Christian co-operation. If
the work Is not to fall apart, the
workers must stand together.
City life conceals a person's funda
mental qualtles. A man may seem
wholly fine when met only in social
relationships amid our complex civili
sation. But when we go camping wltl
a man we quickly discover his real
nature. Does he do his ftbafe of
camp chores? When out fishing, does
he bear a fair half of the rowing? Does
somebody else have to waken him in
the morning, or Is he one who assumes
his part of the responsibility of life 1n
the woods? No experienced camper
would ever go twice with a man who
does not know to work In co
operation with otneriT' ■
To set 1# men to work, and to help
them keep at it, is more useful than
to do 10 men’s work.
Marriage Is going to shipwreck In
many medem lbstances, because the
man and the woman have net the fun
damental idea of co-qgseratlon. When
a woman marries merely to find a
home and a provider, thus saving her
the necessity for work, she is likely
to find the marriage altar but the first
station on the rocky road to divorce.
So also with the man whose object In
marriage is equally selfish. But when
two sincere and unselfish persons,
dominated by a spirit of true love, un
dertake married Kfe together, each
eager to bear a share of the burdens
and responsibilities entailed, then a
happy home Is certain. Co-operation
Is the master key te success in mar
riage, as In most of the other of life’s
relationships.
You cannot werk with others If you
are thinking abeut your own honor, or
whether you are doing more than your
fair share of the work ; think about the
task.—Amos R. Wells.
Two soldiers who will squabble like
fishwives over the erection and interior
arrangement of their tent, will yet
charge together ms one into the jaws
of death. It Is often the importance of
the objeetitve which determines the
extent of the co-operation. Give
Christians a great enough task and
their minor disagreements will disap
pear straightway.
Team work wins. "All-star" com
binations, in athletics and In dra
matics seldom last long or go far.
Where the worker Is thinking of him
self, rather than of the work, both ho
and It are sure to suffer. It takes
qualities of greatness to mold one’s
self Into the great objective, working
with all who work for the common
TH© Drink Motive.
From the Chicago Tribune.
The desire for alcoholic drink* is In
creasing with the advance of civilization,
in spite of the vigorous and oftea success
ful efforts t® restrain it. asserts a writer In
the Popular Science Monthly, and asks
why. He dismisses as valueless th® theory
that men drink “to drown sorrow.” The
desire for alcoholic drinks, th® woiter as
serts, Is as strong among tlx® ckopscn liv
ing in luxury as it is among th® plodding,
underpaid laborers. The drink motive,
therefore, must be mors basic, more uni
versal, he says.
The writer, Prof. O. T. VT. Patrick, finds
this drink motive in ths “starsn and
•tress" of modern life on th® one hand,
and in the lack of proper relaxation af
forded by modern society on the other.
As civilization advances, ho says, life be
comes more and more intense. Progress
drives mankind on with a “relentless
whip.” It demands “over greater and
greater specialization, application, con
centration, and powers of oonc.emtnal
analysis." Against this “ceaseless urging”
the tired brain rebels. It cries out for
rest and relaxation. It Is at this point
that the alcohol motive springs Into be
ing.
The kind of rest and relaxation which
the overstrained brain domando Is best
supplied by wholesome outdoor sport and
play That kind of relaxation tends to
put the higher brain contero to sleep, says
the writer, “while providing employment
for the lower ones." Bat the active, vig
orous spoil and play noodsd to restore
and rofresh the tired train ar® not to bs
had In our large. congpestsd cities. Re
laxation. however, the brain moat have,
and if it cannot get It in a wholesome,
natural way It will seek “artificial relaxa
tion.” In the early history of the race
artificial means of relaxation were found
in drugs. The opium smoker of the
orient today Is an example. In using the
drug he responds to his brain’s cry for
relaxation and supplies it quickly and
easily for the moment, though, of course,
at a fearful cost In the end. The period
of relaxation Induced by drink Is followed
by a period of depression which tires and
weakens the brain and leaves It less fit
and less recuperated than It was before
Inducing this artificial relaxation.
Driven by a petroleum motor, a field
wireless outfit, with a 2'>-mile radius
that can bo carried on a horse, is belnp
tried by the English army.
FAMOUS DOCTOR’S
PRESCRIPTION.
JUST THROWING OUT A HINT
If Charity Fund Was to Be Given to
the Needy, He Could Use
Part of It.
The children of a Boston Sunday
school class had contributed their
pennies for weeks to a fund which
was to be devoted to charitable pur
poses, and on the day when they were
to decide on the matter of its dis
tribution each child was called upon
to express an opinion as to how it
should be spent.
The teacher explained to them that
there were several charities which
would be glad to receive the fund,
either is Boston or among the for
eign missions. She had impressed
upon them, however, that the money
might be spent to good advantage
among the sick and needy children
of their own parish. Several bright
speeches on tho subject had been
made, when one seven-year-old boy
arose and, evidently bearing In mind
the teacher's remarks about charity
beginning at home, said:
"I want you to know that I have
put a good many pennies In that
box—” and then, after some delay—
“and I've got a terrible cold myself.”
—Boston Post.
Finance as She Is Wrote.
To add to troubles of the Wall street
man forced to spend his summer in
the city comes the necessity of em
ploying a substitute stenographer in
vacation season. Wall street diction Is
hard enough for the regular stenog
rapher; the substitute finds it next to
impossible.
The employer of one of the substi
tutes not long ago tried to be particu
larly careful and distinct in his dicta
tion. Nevertheless, "comptroller of the
currency” emerged as "comptroller of
the corn bait.” A remark about the
drought district In Kansas” was inter
preted as "grouch district in Kansas."
Reverting to money matters again,
the employer talked about taking bul
lion Into the Bank of England, and the
copy showed that bouillon soup had
been taken into tho bank.
Right there tho bell rang for a new
typist.—Wall Street Journal.
He Obeyed.
Willie was struggling through the
story in his reading lesson. “No, said
the captain, he read, “it was not a
sloop. It was a larger vessel. By the
rig I judged her to be a-a-a-a—”
The word was new to him.
"Rarque,” supplied the teacher.
Still Willie hesitated.
“Barque!" repeated the teacher, this
time sharply.
Willie looked as though he had not
heard aright. Then with an apprehen
sive glance around the class he
shouted:
“Bow-wow!”
PIMPLES ALL OVER FACE
1413 E. Genessee Ave., Saginaw,
Mich.—“Cuticura Soap and Ointment
cured me of a very bad diBease of the
face without leaving a Bear. Pimples
broke out all over my face, red and
large. They festered and came to a
head. They itched and burned and
caused me to scratch them and make
sores. They said they were seed
warts. At night I was restless from
itching. When the barber would
shave me my face would bleed terri
bly. Then scabs would form after
wards, then they would drop off and
the so-called seed warts would come
back again. They were on my face
for about nine months and the trou
ble caused disfigurement while it
lasted.
"One day I read in the paper of the
Cuticnra Soap and Ointment. I re
ceived a free sample of Cuticura Soap
and Ointment and it was so much
value to me that I bought a cake of
Cuticura Soap and a box of Cuticura
Ointment at the drug store. I used
both according to directions. In about
ten day* my face began to heal up.
My face is now clear of the warts and
not a eear is left.” (Signed) LeRoy
C. O’Brien, May 12. 1913.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston."—Adv.
His Place.
"The operatic tenor we heard lately
ought to come under the dog laws.’’
I “Why so?"
"Because his songs are mostly
barky-roles."
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FIGURING OUT THE SCHEDULE
Farmer Needed No Time Table to
Know Just When the Car Would
Come Along.
"Out at Stop—well, on second
thought we will not give the number
of the stop, because that would iden
tify the person this story is about a
little too closely. Out In the coun
try, at a place where the interurban
cars stop, we waited for a home
bound trolley, the other day. A man
came out of a house by the side of the
road, and waited beside us.
"Are you going to take this car?”
we asked.
"Hopo so." he replied, “If my wife
gets here in time, I will.”
"How soon does the car come?”
"Walt an' I'll see,” was the reply.
Then he shouted to the house:
“Mary, how soon are you goin' to
be ready?”
"In just ten minutes, John,” came
the reply through an open up
stairs window. The farmer nodded
to us.
“If she’s tellin’ the truth,” he said,
“the car ’ll be hero in Jest nine min
utes an' a half. An’ they ain’t another
car fer an hour.”—Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
Many Norwegians In U. 8.
So many Norwegians havo either
worked for a few years in the United
States or have relatives now working
there, or have traveled or been edu
cated there, that the number familiar
with American goods is sufficient to
have an appreciable effect upon the lo
cal demand.
Too Economical.
"He'll never be rich.”
‘‘But he’s just bought himself a
fine auto?"
“Yes, but he bought It to save
street car fare.”
Hash is the stuff some queer dreams
are made of.
Seldom Are.
"Did you attend that terrible playTi
“I did?”
"And was It as immoral as yon had
been led to hope?”
Mrs.Winslow's Soothing Syrup for OtaDtaaqU
teething, softens the gums, reduces bflsma^hi
t ion .allays paLn.curew wind college a bottlajflj
New Yarn.
Kind Lady—But that Isn’t the soaS
story you told me the last time yam
were here.
Tramp—No, mum; you seemed tod
doubt de other one. '
Cupid's Lottery.
"Whatever became of that wom^S
who was married on a betT"
"She Is now giving her time to d
crusade against gambling."—Judge.
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I always praise your remedies to weak women.”—Mrs. Hknbx
Hjcavilto, R. F. D. No. 5. Cadiz. Ohio.
From Mrs. EDWARD B. HILBERT, Fleetwood, Pa.
Fleetwood, Pa.—“ During the Change of Life I was hardly able to
be around at all. I always had a headache and I was so dizzy and
nervous that I had no rest at night. The flashes of heat were so bad
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w One day a frie«d advised me to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vega
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From Mrs. F. P. MULLENDORE, Munford, Ala.
Munford, Ala.—w I was so weak and nervous while passing through
the Change of Life that I could hardly live. My husband had to nail
rubber on all the gates for I could not stand to have a gate slam.
“ I also had backache and a fullness in my stomach. I noticed that
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It did me so much good that I kept on taking it and
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all women afflicted as I was.”—Mrs. F. P. Mullen
dork, Munford, Ala.
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