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TANTON I 1 WINS n Mm At**»r of “TVCkk P1 L SYNOPSIS. CHAPTKK I—At the brfrnlnt of STMt mew the me ! sab-tan of the Merc-ary. tUMaa s machine. drops dead, •'range youth. Jaaar Floyd, volun'ewrs. and la accepted. CHAFTKK II-U the rv.1 dur'ns the •wewty-fwwr h<-u» race Stanton meets a streasrr. Mlaa Cart'-ale. wha Wrodam kewetf The mac-ham tan sates machine (run wrack CHAPTKR III -The Merrury wtn» rare. • tnlaa twreiras flowers from Miss Car Rate, which be Ignores CHAPTKR IV—Stanton meet* Mis* Car Mr *a a teals. They alight to taka »*'> end team leave* Stanton and Mlaa Car-Bake follow In auto CHAPTKR V—Aeetdent hr which flan too I* hurt la mywteclo'i* Floyd at lunch wrtth Star-*oa ten* of hi* »a-yh->od Stan toe again meet* Mlaa Carl.ae and they fl*e together CHAPTKR VI— fltawtow nwM to track atek hot makes race They have acet der* FVtved hurt, hut not aerlourlv. At flawr Klnvd tell* Stanton of his twin Slater JoW-*. Stanton become* very HI CHAPTKR VTI—r recovery, at hla htwel fl**fiu* tweetV * invitation and via It* Jewatea Ther r •• theater together, sad meet 344m Cart! •'* _CHAPTTH \TTT-Ptanton and Floyd ■wet again and agr ee to operate autorao hOe factory a* part am ,C1I APTKR IX—F lord become* auapl » *f Mlaa Cart! ale. and warns Stan fiyd straightened op from bending over tbs uebooded motor, shlning e»wd sad vividly aglow in the raw. salt sir I bat a wept across the bare Long I Aland meadows “9ta*tcg'“ he gladly welcomed, and ■tripped off a rubber glove to give greeting: Floyd was girlishly careful of bis bands and always protected them daring work when possible. "I Just arrived here, by train.” the other explained "Do you want to take the car out?” “When you’rs ready “ “I am ready sow Get some warm things oa. h la going to bs chilly un till tbs sun is out " It was not an emotional meeting, but .It Flejrd Paused ta Wavs a Response. both men were contest Stanton bad !dt the thrill of relief and pleasure upon seeing his mechanician which surprised him Into recognition of how much uneasiness the Incident of the *tght before had caused him. “Tos will have to U kind to the : res." Floyd warned, as he complied with the directions IV* have only *<A one extra set here. The shipment for the race hasn't arrived yet" -Why notr "Goodness knows. Mr. Green has telegraphed to the tire company. I ■ oppose they will be along today, or to-morrow at the worst." “I should hope so. Ready V “Jos* shoot. Oh. they all say that yosr trtal for speeding in Pelham Parkway took place day before yester day " "It did " FV>yd stopped la the act of ascend ing to his seat. "Too didn't tell Jessica." he re proach'd "Hew do you know"" queried Sun tan. sal owls hod. “I sow her la to last night, on my way here- What did they do to you?" 'Fined me all the law allowed—• which the Mercury Company paid— and •tout'd the wisdom of not doing K again I didn't suppose Miss Floyd would be Interested in police court de tails Get in." The morning's work had began, i It was always a course race, the Cup event, and la many places the way ley over hastily prepared country roods Hete and there men were still at work, tanking terns or smoothing the ground. On the second time around, the Mercury struck an edged ■tone and lost a tire with a sharp re port. Stanton drew up by the road aide. and Floyd ran hack to pitch the mischief miking rock Into the fields. "George and Palmer are out." he ob served returning “They might come to grief on K. too. Besides, we our selves might hit H again. I like n track race " “So do L How many Urea left?" They worked rapidly, both for prac tice and from force of habit. The Duplex roared peat at a leisurely gait, while they were busy, its driver wav ing n hand In sympathetic greeUng. Floyd paused to wave a response, and presently the Mercury aped after it* rival Before ten o’clock they had lost an other tire. "Tkoee Urns ta yet?" demanded ^.winp. whn he amain drew np he lore the repair pit. The harassed ansi.rai. 1 r.-r-< •hook his head, exhlbi .sg a si u yellow telegram “No' ye*- The n-.:bv t'c: ran: . clc~ grnph. that they shipped he Ye; last week by express; -* e .re-; company te'egraphs that t y • C-’-'o:-'’ on fir a Chicago i.. o ' a a: j t ac*t b here.” *Ti ■ treigl -. car must left II ;e Xe . York yards. . being f at out here,” deduc ■ tie exa-. tratedly. “Ytw v, rk Hay-, ;t isn’t tl -c.” “’ rhr.p; the. ;;;’ped tli. •- Jer •he Mercury tac^ory" by .sta’t F”oj4 suggested. Mr. Green looked at him *n -< ■ “Ui course 1 ’pheued thar Sn ail. Th chief srys ?;;ey are nc t titber. and to teleg.. :h all ator line until we trace the car. * "Have ycu dear it?” Sta on mired. “I’m doing It now. I’ve c-. t as * wee* as Utica and each freish . : ienies having them.’’ ''Well go to lunch. 10yd. .'flo r wars will come in n-.an*’'*: •.” There was a ! ot.-l rtaar-o.-. ” Mr. Green made bis heidiaa-te ♦ here Stanton ana J V. d c. rtny. A good marv of he other c or# and officials also rosined fo- tr night. “I’d run into little * ,1 Wr T- . k the driver of the Atalauta car ex plained to Stanton, “only I’m afraid It ain’t hea’thy to go through Brooklyn so often.” To the hotel the answers continued to come all that afternoon, until Mr. Green and the office were snowed cv,-r by strips of yellow paper. The larger the city and the more crowded its freight yard, the longer the time re quired to make the search for the missing car and report the result to After four o’clock, the roads were again open for practice until sunset The Mercury went out for a couple of circuits, and lost another tire by skid ding on a turn. After that the car stood before its camp.—“Afraid of wearing out her last pair of shoes.” Floyd informed solicitous questioners. “Can’t you buy them somewhere else?" chafed the Irritated Stantcn. The assistant manager stared in a reproach touched with hysteria. Kis collar was wilted, his eye-glasses dan gied by their cord. "Huy them? Buy enough racing tires fitting the Mercury to last you for a th*ee hundred mile road race, and get them here by to-morrow morn ire? What’s the matter with you. Stanton?" “Well, since there 5s nothing to do but eat. come to dinner, Floyd,” said the other. “Tt isn’t dinner, it’s supper.” cor rected his mechanician. “This is the country and you had your dinner at coon. But I’ll come, anyhow.” At the table In the course of the meal, a small tea-pot was set before Stantcn. “Chocolate, sir,” he was apprised. “Why, you had none at luncheon!” The pompadoured waitress giggled. “N’o. sir. But the gentleman sent a boy after some and came down and saw the cook, and cook's that fond of nonsense, and she fifty-four next De cember—” S‘~*nton looked across into Floyd's mi-tbful gray eyes. “I hadn’t anything better to do,” was the malicious explanation. “Ar.d I was afraid your nerves weuld go to pieces if you didn't get your usual drug and then you'd wreck us to-mor row” “He'd coax a bird ofT a tree, sir.” tittered the departing maid. “Give me your cup and have some,” ?ta~.ton briefly commanded. “Going to throw it at me. like you did 'hat lug of water on the first night ire raced together?” teased his com panion. obeying. Stanton’s bead lifted slightly, the re gard in which he enveloped Floyd was almost savage in its leap of intense and tenacious passion. Such a glance from man to woman would bave been a declaiation. from man to man it was cot a thing to be voiced. Flcyd him self faltered before It, startled into pallor. “Yon can throw it at me, if you like, and square up.” was all Stanton said, and reached for the sugar-bowl with his customary nonchalance. “Thanks; it’s boiling. I guess I won’t," Floyd acknowledged. But he did not look at the other, and his nianner was troubled. The meal was ended and the even ing had commenced, when a telegram came in from New York. “Car marked Ruby Co. consigned to Mercury Co. Coney Island, left here last night ” Mr. Green uttered a howl and felt for the telephone. ‘They’ve shipped the car to Coney Island Instead of to Long Branch,” be raged. “The tires must be out at the Beach track, or near it” “Don't telephone; send some one out there to get them,” advised Stan ten practically. “I’ve got to be here, and I can’t get our New York men In time, now.” “Well. I’ll go, then. Coney Island has got to be raked fine and the tires brought here as soon as they are found." “You? Yon? Traveling and wear ing yourself out on the eve of a gruel ling race? No. Go to bed and get your rest, please, Stanton. Ill send some one.” Stanton did not go to bed. but be went Into the hotel room across the hall and played billiards with -three of his fellow-drivers. He was less for bidding, less caustic of speech than formerly. Floyd had taught him the art of companionship. Before the game ended, the four players found themselves very good company and drank a good night in Apolllnaris, to the landlord’s Bacchic disgust. About ten o’clock. Stanton looked into the apartment where Mr. Green aat between the telegraph operator and the telephone. “Where la Floyd?” he casually wondered. “Hello, hello—no, hold the wire, f What is It? Floyd? Oh, he’s gone to Coney Island. Hello, yes—wrong number.” “To Coney Island! You sent him?” “He offered to go,” Mr. Green jerkily imparted. “Please go to bed w-Tat^raa,? —ri—d tako -ire .of himself.' 1 should "think, "and he'Tias had a two weeks’ rest to get ready for this.” “What do you mean? He has been working at the factory or with you ever since we came back from Indian apolis.” In a nervous exasperation the assist ant manager whirled his chair around. “He had a two weeks’ vacation,” he reiterated crossly. “He told me that he was going off by himself for a quiet rest. You don’t have to know every thing, Stanton. I fancy he needed a rest after what you put him through nut west, he asked me not to tell you about it Hello—464—’’ Stanton paused for a moment, dumb, then turned on his heel and went out. He was so stunned and bitterly an gered that little red flecks danced be fore his vision. Floyd had lied to him, systematically deceived him; in order to escape from his too pressing friend ship, no doubt. He remembered that the mechanician had always shrunk from his personal advances and only yielded to them under compulsion. Now he understood the letter which he had received the previous night from Green, and Mr. Bailey’s confused answer to his question about Floyd. He had been put off to be amused by Jessica, until Floyd was again ready to use him in the plans for the Comet factory. Jessica! Stanton stopped short in the dark hall. Had Jessica also deceived him? Was she too play ing a part in order to keep him in a good humor? He struck his clenched hand violently against the wall beside him. “What’s that?” cried the affrighted Mr. Green, within the room. “Who—” “I ran against the wall, in the dark,” Stanton called, his voice a little hoarse, but evenly controlled. “Good night.” “Good night. We’ll fix things all right, Stanton; you take a good sleep.” “I shall,” promised the driver. He did not. At seven o’clock, the next morning, Mr. Green burst Into the hotel dining room where Stanton was at breakfast. "He’s got them! They’re coming,” he rejoioed maniacally. “The car I wasn’t at Brighton, but he located it ' ten miles farther over, on a siding. And he raised such a disturbance around the express people’s ears that they unloaded the tires then and there, and rushed out two motor trucks to cart them across to us. They’ll be here by eight and the race starts at nine. I have been up all night—an hour ago it looked as if you would have to be withdrawn from the con test for lack of a few sets of rubber 1 tires. That fool tine company!” He wiped his forehead. “Don’t you want to come out to the course, after you finish here? Floyd is due on the train which arrives in fifteen minutes, if he isn't smothered by the crowd. I never saw such a mob of people: they have been coming since dawn: all night, in j fact, and they're still coming.” “Yes,” acquiesced the other un emotionally. His dark face gave an effect of bronzelike immobility, his blue-black eyes held steel glints. “Well,” the assistant manager re sumed. and paused. The pompadoured waitress was leaning between them, placing a tea pot on the table. “Chocolate, sir,” she giggled. Stanton pushed back his chair, then checked himself as sharply. “No,” he stated, and set the pot away from before him. The movement was not violent, but there was in it so much poorly re strained force that the china vessel shattered upon striking the table and all the fragrant brown liquid ran over the white cloth. The girl exclaimed in dismay. Mr. Green stared: Stanton only dropped a dollai^bill beside his plate and rose to go. “I am ready,” he signified. The Mercury camp was a scene of animated preparation, twenty minutes later, when Floyd emerged from the dense press of arriving spectators and gained the inclosure. The assistant manager almost received him in his arms, the rest of the force clustered around. Gay. blithe, t:*iumphant, Floyd accepted the general congratu lations. “Yes. I got them.” he kiugiied. an swering first one and then another. “No, I’m not tired, I slept loth ways in the train. I did have breakfast, thanks, in Jamaica. I’ve got my racing clothes on. Mr. Green; T dressed at the hotel before coming here. Where is Stanton? Oh—” as the group sep arated to show the mm standing be side the Mercury car. The men made way, smiling under r 1 I Played Billiard* With Three of HI* Fellow Drivers. standingly, as the young mecha nician went straight to his driver. “Stanton,” he began, with his eager confidence. Stanton looked full in his eyes, and turned his back upon him. The sudden silence that hnshed the witnesses was more impressive than any outcry, the stillness spoke. Floyd’s outstretched hand fell by his side and he slowly paled, all the laughter wiped from his face. “I am ready for work.” he gravely reported, after a brief puuao. “When you want me, send for me. please.” “Very well,” came the chilling reply. It was an hour before the actur-i. start. There was sufficient to be dor ? to keep every one occupied, es-periali - after the trucks loaded w tit Jre ; came to the camp. Mr. &r*an, sti . purple with indignatior • oni rive i t . 'etaip Floyd with him isd away : .-o. ; -Canton. t "Ihere wouldn’t be aeyv acing i o o tore, if it wasn’t for you” be ae jlareti, once. “I’m awfully bright,” Floyd agreed, sat he did not smile. The machines were preparing to go to their stations for the start. Stan ton was in his seat at the wheel, when Floyd came over, and leaning against the car, looked up Into the driver's face. “What have I done?” he asked sim ply. Both men were still unmasked, their privacy of speech was secured by the uproar around them. Stanton looked grimly back. “Lied to me. You were not kept I away from New York by work with ' Green, or any other work, for the last ] two weeks.” A tinge of scarlet streaked Floyd’s i pallor, he bent his head. “Yes. I lied to you.” he admitted. Stanton’s gauntleted hand closed on his wheel. “There was no need. Your time was your own, Floyd; I claimed no control over you. I don’t know why you did it, to be rid of me for a while, I suppose, but the reason doesn’t matter. Last night I thought a good many wild things about you. and your sister, but this morning I've got my grip again. No doubt you had all you could stand of me, I'm not precisely lovable and l would have understood if you had just told me so. But I w-tll have no friend I can’t trust all the way. Get In—we will finish this race, and part." Floyd raised his head and gave to the stern scrutiny his candid gray eyes. “Stanton, trust me all the way now.” he appealed. “Can you do that? Can you take my word that your friendship Is the only thing in the world I want? If I deceived you, it was so I could he tore to race with you to-day. I will tell you afterward, I can't now.” “You mean—” Floyd held out his hand. “I’ve got everything badly mixed up, but it's clean to offer you, Stanton.” As swiftly impulsive as his condem nation was Stanton’s movement as he bent to give the clasp. “All right.” he said curtly. “Get in; I ought to have given you a chance.” And as the other obeyed; “I didn’t mean to meet you as I did. an hour ago, anyhow; it slipped me.” “They’re signaling.” warned Mr. Green, hurrying over. “Are you ready? Both of you?” From his place beside Stanton, Floyd turned a face of incarnate sun shine to the assistant manager, a face so changed in its color and glow and warmth that all who saw drew breath in sheer wonder. “We’re ready,” his lilting tones as sured. “Don’t worry." Stanton laughed w-ith him. fastening on the mask, and sent the Mercury rolling forward. The world w-as right once more, and life sane. It was an exquisite morning: wind less, cool, with happy little effects of snowy cloud against a cobalt-blue sky. The October air was a summer distilled cordial, an ethereal intoxi cant. The racers had no time to no tice it, yet the effect was there. The speed made on the first laps was rec ord-breaking. The brown or gray streak of road ahead, the deadly turns, the treacher ous smooth hill down which it was so easy to make speed and still more easy to meet disaster—for the first hour Stanton had no attention to spare from these. Moreover, the spectators were massed over the course in many places, recoiling just enough to leave a lane for each car’s passage, and so imposing another anxiety upon the drivers who knew the swerve of a foot must bring death to some one. “Car behind.” Floyd’s clear accents gave the familiar cautions, from time to time. “He’s tryin’ to get us before the turn. The Atalanta’s head in the dust.” The pace maintained was the fastest at which the Mercury could be held to the road. It was Stanton’s way to gain the lead first, when possible, then keep a steady average regardless of his rivals’ spurts of speed; unless the race were too short to permit such tactics or the contest too close. Now. j at the end of the second hour Floyd prade the desired announcement,, as they shot past the grand-stand and the bulletin boards. "We’re leadin’. The tires have been holdln' fine—look out for them this Tound.” Stanton moved his head affirmative ly, his narrowed eyes unswerving from the line of course ahead. Heeding the advice, he did take the turns more carefully. The precaution was justified. On the most dreaded angle of the course came the well-known explosion, im mediately followed by a second from the opposite wheel, the Mercury top pled perilously. Floyd was leaning over the back, un strapping the extra tires, before Stan ton had brought the car to a standstill. The two men were out on the ground together, dragging forth tools. Ringed about by pushing, exclaiming specta tors, they worked with quick precision, wasting no time in speech. Dust wrapped, two big cars sped by them, the red one hanging doggedly at the flank of the white. “George thinks he’s winnin’,” lisped Floyd mockingly. “But he isn’t goin’ to; we are.” Stanton was on his feet again. “In with the tools,” he directed, with brevity. But the blue-black eyes and gray exchanged one smiling glance before the Mercury sprang forward. The race began Its third hour, as Stanton started out to regain his lost lead. It was noon, a dazzling, breath less noon of azure and gold. Down past the grand-stand with Its heaving expanse of color and movement they ■wept again, the joyous applause com To be continued An automobile caravan bearing one hundred and twenty - five enthusiastic Loup City boosters, adver tising their Harvest Festival to be held on Aug. 21-22-23, visited Ravenna last Thurs day, bringing along their base ball team, which con tended with the Ravenna team, somewhat to their sor row, during the afternoon. The procession entered town fully three-quarters of an hour before they were ex pected, consequently there were but few people on the street to welcome them on their arrival, Upon arrival Judge Wall delivered a short address conveying Loup Citys compliments to Ravenna and extending all an invitation to attend the celebrations at Loup City later in the month. This address was responded to later by Mr. C. A. Clark, who spoke at the base ball park, following the game, the fine Loup City band ac companied the expedition and played several fine se lections on the street shortly after their arrival. After dinner the Ravenna band turned out and added to the musical features of the day, and the attendance at the ball game was the largest of the season, nearly all busi ness houses closing for the occassion giving every one an opportunity to fraternize with our Loup City neigh bors. The twenty-five or thirty automobiles transport ing the party pulled out for Litchfield at three o’clock.— News. » — -w- I Clear Creek Items Threshers are busy in this neigh borhood this week. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Shelter spent Sunday in Arcadia. Mrs. J. Lowery returned home last Thursday from Halsey. Neb., where she has been for some time. Misses Bessie and Mary Peters and Miss RebeccaaCamp were visiting with friends in this vicinity Sunday. Miss Hendrickson, of Cairo, Neb., who has been visiting at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Van Dyke the past week, returned to liei home Saturday morn ing. Mr. Claud Stapleton won in the young men's foot race at Litchfield Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Andy Coppersmith visited at the home of Mr. and Mrs. R. D. Adams. Sunday. A Full Line Of Druggists Sundries are always kept at'this store. You will find that they are of the best quality and reliable in every way. Our Medicines are absolutely pure. With them we compound prescrip tions that represent accurate ly the physicians idea for the patient. " For Sale By Swanson & Lofholm For a Square Deal IN Real Estate And Insurance See J. W Dougal OFFICE OVER State Bank Building • • - — DEPENDED ON THE HUSBANDS Lady Book Agent Found It the 8amo With Both Wife end Widow. The Tired Lady Book Agent was having a very poor day. She had rung Innumerable door bells and talked till she was hoarse to all kinds of people. She had in every case been invited in. which was a good beginning. She had told her story, gone into details of half-calf, morocco, and plain cloth bindings, but no sale had been made. Young women and old had given the Bame excuse for not subscribing then and there. "Yes, I like it very, very much, but I must consult my husband.” "Surely,” the Book Agent thought, ! “no one can say that women disregard their husband’s wishes even in these Votes-for-Women days.” Finally, late in the afternoon the last house was reached. “Ha!” said the Book Agent, glee fully. “Here’s where I get a sale. She's a widow, and she won’t have to consult her husband.” So she rang the bell hopefully and was received by the Widow, who lis tened with great interest to the story of the merits of the books. Just as the Book Agent was begin ning to think she was making a sale the Widow sighed and said: “No. I can’t take it today. If only my dear husband were alive, I ! wouldn’t hesitate a minute.” — JOKED IN FACE OF DEATH! Last Words of Titanic’s Purser, Mc Elroy, Were Light-Hearted and Cheerful. Charles Brown, the English come dian, lost a number of friends in the Titanic tragedy. He knew most of the officers on the ill-fated ship, and the purser, McElroy, had been his com rade for years. A recent letter from England brought to the actor the last words of McElroy—an au revoir of life which is notable for its calm Brit ish courage. The fourth officer, Marzials, who went down with the ship and was picked up by a boat, is the man who testifies to McElroy’s behavior. A small group of the Titanic staff was waiting for the final plunge. The wa ter was lapping the deck at their very feet and the end was merely a ques tion of a very few minutes. McElrcy turned to his companions with a smile and shook hands with them, saying: “Well, good-by, fellows: it locks like sand for break.'-.s ton_o;Tow.” "That was ty ke: 1 of McElroy,” says tv.,- ■ " , - _ ^ > t. ... bravest men Who e»«r lived. It w.s like him to have his little joke in the face of death.” ^ Demand Sartorial Change. Men's fashions for the summer in Berlin, will show a marked departure from conventional ideas if the leaders of a new “common sense" clothing cru sade have their way. The crusaders insist that men be allowed to wear light clothing during the summer, and the stiff collars be abolished. They de clare that while women can discard heavy garments as soon as hot weath er begins, and clothe themselves in silks and taffetas, the men have hith erto been forced to wear tweeds and cheviots, and to encumber themselves with unnecessary articles of adorn ment merely because it has always been the custom. The man now in sist that from July 15 to September 1, tweeds and cheviots shall be consid ered unfashionable by smartly-dressed men, and that lounge and semidress suits made of linen, cambric or silk material, shall be worn throughout the “season.” Philosophy of Pessimism. The visitor dared to ask why Mr. Hardy was “so pessimistic a writer.” This was the reply:\“You are a young man. The cruelty of fate becomes ap parent to people as they grow older. At first one may perhaps escape con tact with it, but if one lives long enough one realizes that happiness is very ephemmeral.” “But is not opti mism a useful and sane philosophy?" the visitor asked. “There’s too much sham optimism, humbugging, and even cruel optimism,” Mr. Hardy retorted. “Sham optimism Is really a more heartless doctrine to preach than even an exaggerated pessimism—the latter leaves one at least on the safe side. There Is too much sentiment in most fiction. It is necessary for somebody to write a little mercilessly—although, of course, it’s painful to* have to do It."—Interview with Thomas Hardy in English Illustrated. Changed His Mind. Green was paying his first visit to a racecourse. He had heard tales of welshers and ticket-snatchers and lurid stories concerning the pugilistic henchmen of bookmakers, but still such things did not prevent him hav ing a bet on a big race. He backed an outsider, and it won. With a seraphic smile on his face he went up to draw his winnings. “Well, what d'ye want?" asked the bookmaker, sticking out a mottled un Jerjaw, while the square-faced clerk scowled ferociously. “Er—nothing.” stammered Green. Tve just brought your visiting-card back to you.” York College A Strong. Standard Institution-444 students the last rear Recognized by the State and issues all grades of State Certificates Unrivaled noration. Most pleasant surroundings. Lowest rates of expense Three building Good equipments Full Collegiate work. Superior Normal training, thorough Academy courses, strong busi ness and shorthand department, splendid conservatory of music, and also Oratory and Art. York College has helped hundreds of young people to good positions after saving them hun dreds of dollars on their education. Be sure to consult us before going elsewhere. Catalogue and picture bulletin free Fall erm opens September 16. Address Wm. E. Schell. 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