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By ALICE MACGOWAN
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The duBt rose In choking clnuilH. Thu
foot of tlio dancers thudded n dull ac
companiment to the walling music
[ which tlio Mexican sheep shearers
drew from harp niul guitar. One or
two men wore tlnncliiK with spurs on
till n ripped drcas and n shrill fonilnlno
protest cxclnileil them from tlio floor.
It was u ranch tlnnco at Hilly Mot-
low's Har 13 ranchhouNo , and the la
dles who graced the occasion , except
Louise Morrison and Mlsn Wllllo I'or-
tcr , thw Bchoolteacher , were all mnr-
tied women. Their nuineroiiH progeny
had been Ktowed In an adjoining room.
Mrs. Hilly , aware of what would ho
expected , hud niadu a lied of lilunUetH
end comfortables along ono wall.
There thu youngsters reposed , their
bare tees sticking out toward tliu bo-
bolder.
1'oor flc.no MeKnlght leaned against
a doorcaslng and watched tlio dancers.
Ho was ouirust from thu wltolu fcs-
tlvlty Hlnce ho might not even speak
to Loulfu ) Morrison. Thu KM looked
pale , heavy eyed and unhappy. Her
Ister-ln-law , Mrs. Hack Morrison , who
rejoiced In tlio singularly felicitous
nickname of "Ohubb , " a round faced ,
tight skinned , red checked , black beady
eyed woman , dancing In the same set
[ with Louise , kept a sharp lookout that
McKnlght got nowhere near her
charge. She was bounding like a rub
ber ball through the figure" , her small
black eyes snapping with delight. She
could afford to enjoy herself , for her
nttltude toward Mclvnlghl and her In
tentions concerning her husband's HH- !
tor were matters well known and clear
ly understood by all present. The
bachelor population of the county , dis
porting Itself In tha dance and pretty
much all either actual or potential suit
ors of Louise , lent willing and valuable
assistance.
Gene McKnlght was the finest look
ing , best hearted and sweetest temper
ed six feet of masculinity on the whole
Packsaddle range. Ho was an Umpired
JIB C1AYK A OOOD STUONQ 1'VIiTi ON HIS
EN1 > OF THE YAKN BT1UNO.
cattleman and had come up rapidly
from cow puncher , wagon boss , ranch
boss , to Imve a nlco bunch of cattle
end a good ranch of his own. When
Ipvcly Louise Morrison , then only sev
enteen years old , came out to stay
iwltli her brother Zack on his Texas
ranch , the Open M ( , she became at once
In that community of eligible bachelor
hood a belle and the possessor of
many desirable Bultors. Gene , whoso
ranch , the Lazy K. , adjoined the Open
W. , soon made It plain that Bho had his
heart , and tbo girl , artless and Impul
sive and with no vestige of the coquette
In her makeup , allowed It to appear as
plainly that her own was given to
Gene In exchange.
The disappointed swains took their
defeat as becomes men , and all would
now have gone well for the lovers had
It not been for Mrs. Chubb's only and
adored offspring , Beauregard , a youth
of some four summers , and , as Pack-
eaddlo declared to a man , "the orucricst
brat that ever dragged his lariat round
over the Texas Panhandle. " The seem
ingly favorable fact of propinquity
iwas what probably procured Gene's
downfall , for , waxing familiar with
tbo young man's personality , not to
say his anatomy , Henuregard proceed
ed to practice upon him the methods
pursued toward his mother , his cat and
bis toys.
Mrs. Chubb's darling had apparently
decided In" his Infantile mind to de
stroy McKuIght The process having
gone about as far as was safe and
much further than was comfortable
and no remonstrance being offered by
the sweetly smiling Mrs. Chubb , Mc
Knlght firmly but kindly restrained
the young cannibal from the actual
demolition of bis features.
It was enough It was more than
enough. Mrs. Chubb never forgave this
Slighting behavior toward her cher
ished offspring. Indeed , the more Bho
thought of the matter the bitterer she
\ grazed until McKnlght was forbidden
the bouse. Mrs. Chubb declared that
he would rather band Louise over to
R hone thief than to a brute like Gene
who would ttnflonbttdt/
beat her nlnco ho would go RO far ante
to cruelly mlHlreut a llttlo child and
l efore Its own mother's eyes !
Poor ( leno thought of these things an
lie leaned agaliml ( ho doorway and
looked on at the dunce. Now , this
doorway led to the room where the
children were stowed. A yap and a
nllght seutlle among them attended his
attention and appeared to suggest
something , lie glanced at Chubb Mor
rison. What If the plot which had just
Hashed Into hlH mind offered not only
n solution of his and LonlHo'u troubles ,
lint a chance to get even with thlH redoubtable -
doubtable matron and her III tempered
youngnter , who had made Lonlso'H life
i burden ever Hlncn shu came to the
Opun M.I
( leno hurried out to the corral , made
certain amiiiKomtinlH there , then slip
ped back Into the children's room ,
ivhero ho proceeded to connect all those
bare and stubby toes ono with the oth
er at good , liberal distances by a firm-
y attached line of yarn. Ilo first tried
t thoughtfully and doubled It after
lolng HO. "I don't want to exactly Jerk
liolr toes out , " ho muttered , "and yet
he Lord knows fcr ho intulo 'em
; hat 'twould servo most of 'em about
right. "
This done , he went back to his post
at the doorway and gave a good strong
mil on his end of the yarn string.
There ensued a subdued growling in
ho room behind him which waxed and
grow to a series of howls , In which
every Hpecles of Juvenllo voice entreated
" " "Mawl" " ! "
ed for "Mommerl" "Mammy
rno iiin , ( lowing nun a mini wave over
the mimic of the orchestra , reached the
oars of Mrs. Chubb. She paused in
ler evolutions , Hung up her head llko
v warhorse that sniffs the battle and
> onnced , us Gene afterward declared ,
with ono mighty hounco clean Into the
nlddlu of the struggling juvenility in
.ho next room.
"And I reckon , " ho added always In
oiling the story , "that It was plumb
tlmo she should git ( bar , for them
young uns was jest n-eatln' each oth
er's heads off all simultaneous. "
This was the last of his actual ob
servations. As he turned toward the
ballroom to find what chance the diver
sion gave him with Louise ho met
Hilly Motlow's wife and the spouse of
Nick Doyle both charging toward the
children's room with fury written upon
their countenances.
Fleeing silently , Gene found Louise
near the outside door. With one sob
she was In his arms In the scmldark-
ncss. "Now's our chance , sweetheart ! "
ho whispered In the llttlo ear ho had
just ardently kissed , and with her hand
In his they escaped unobserved toward
the corral.
And back In "tho court of the chil
dren" the fight raged awfully. The
nion , great , easy going chaps In clump
ing cowboy boots , stood back in fool
ish helplessness while their wives
pulled , jerked , thrust and screamed
with shrill voices and blazing eyes.
Children were snatched and clawed
hack and forth ( along with the ex
change of much bitter reproach and In
vective ) , Inquired of , violently rejected ,
the yarn weaving In and out and round
and through , the youngsters splitting
the air at every Jerk , until some
woman a llttlo saner than the others
discovered Its existence and displayed
It to the onlookers.
A sudden pause of amazement fol
lowed this revelation , and upon this
abrupt stillness burst a very full ex
planation of both Us authorship and
Its purpose , for there flashed across
the lighted space outside the windows
a stream of galloping ponies , followed
and driven by a mounted man and a
girl , Gene swinging his lariat and
whooping joyously and Louise lending
a willing hand and voice to the work.
And Hack Morrison's foghorn tones
were lifted : "Thar , now ! Gone Me-
Knight's done skipped with Lou while
you all was a-foolln' hero over this
trick of hls'n on the young uns.
Stampeded the pOnles too ! They aln'l
n hoof loft to chase 'cm 'on , an' I'm
glad of It ! "
Hovr He Joined the Church.
The story Is told that on one of our
missionary fields a native approached
the missionary and declared that ho
wished to Join the church. Ho was
carefully examined , as Is the custom ,
and answered satisfactorily most if
not all of the questions put to him.
Just before completing the examina
tion the missionary asked the native II
ho had a wife. "Yes , " ho replied , "I
have two. " "Well , " said the mission
ary , "wo cannot receive you Into the
church If you have two wives. Wo
arc sorry , because you give a good ac
count of yourself , but so long as you
have two wives wo cannot receive you
Into the membership of the church. '
Some tlmo elapsed and the native ap
peared again before the missionary am
stated that there was now no objcctloi
to his entering the church. The mis
slonary ald , "How about your secont
wife ? " "Oh , " replied the native , "that's
oil right. I have eaten her. " London
Standard.
A Mngliterlnl Logician.
A halite of Glasgow was noted fo
the simplicity of his manners on the
bench. A youth was charged before
htm with abstracting a handkerchte
from a gentleman's pocket The in
dictment being read , the bailie , ad
dressing the prisoner , remarked , "
hae mie doot yo did the deed , for I had
a handkerchief ta'cn oot 'o my aln
pouch this verra week. " The sam
magisterial logician was on another oc
caslon seated on the bench when a
case of serious assault was brough
forward by the public prosecutor
Struck by the powerful phraseology of
the Indictment , the bailie proceeded to
say , "For this malicious crime yo nro
fined seven and sixpence. " The as
sessor remarked that the case had not
yet been proved. "Then , " said the
magistrate , "we'll Just mak' the fine B
shillings. " London Tlt-Blta.
MISS W1GGS'
PRIZE STORY
( Copyrlfiht , JM2. Iiy T. C. McClnro. ]
"A loiter for you , MlHH WlggH , " "aid
the pontman , smiling.
Llttlo Mltm Wlggs extended a trem
bling hand.
Bho carefully cut the end of Iho en-
vclopu with the HclHMorH and drew out
the letter. It wan very brief :
"Tho cdltorH of The Story Magazine
talco great pleiiHiiro In presenting the
Inclosed check as payment of the prize
offered for the best short story submit
ted In their recent content. "
That waH all , Hut n dozen pages of
praise could not liuvo pleased llttlo
Miss WlggH more. It wan not a largo
mini of money , to bo sure , but to her It
meant a great deal. ICvor since tlmt
day three months before when she had
mailed the story and the required sub
scription money she had waited and
hoped with all the fervor of her little
body.
There had been little sewing for her
to do of late , and she had watched her
Income dwlndlo away with growing
fear. She had never thought of trying
to write till Cordelia Hrown ono day
brought her a copy of The Story Maga
zine to read. Cordelia was seventeen
years old now and well along In high
BChool , but she bad never forgotten
MHH ! Wlggs * kindness of former days.
i f *
wiujn inu gin was gone , OIIHH wiggs
picked iii | the magazine. Almost the
llrst page to meet her eyes was an ad
vertisement offering a prize for the
best short story submitted before n
certain date. It was then tlmt the Idea
of trying to write a story Unit occurred
to Miss WlggH.
She had a tale of the first settlers In
her memory handed down from mother
to daughter , as such stories arc. More
over , she possessed a good education , a
clear mind and plenty of leisure. Noth
ing was more natural , therefore , than
that Miss WlggH should write a story.
In dno time the story was completed.
Miss Wlggs copied It In her best hand
writing and , Inclosing the dollar de
manded as one of the conditions of the
content , mailed It to the magazine.
Then Bho told Cordelia what she had
done and oven read her the first draft
of the story.
When she had finished , Cordelia
shook her bead. "I am sorry , dear
Miss Wlggs. " she said gently , "but I
urn afraid the story will hardly suit
hem. " Then , with all the kindness
he could command , she explained to
ho woman the needs of the magazine.
t used little else than love stories , she
Bald , and for that reason the editors
would scarcely take the trouble to ex-
amlno manuscripts of another charac-
er.
er."But
"But why not try again ? " she Un
shed brightly. "Our subscription baa
expired , and you can send In our re-
icwal with the story. Please do , Miss
Wlggs. " ,
So Miss Wlggs did try again. Some-
low as she sat In the darkened parlor
a plot came to her , an Idea for a love
story , unique , clover , Interesting. She
old It to Cordelia , and the girl clapped
icr hands joyously.
"Oh , It's ever so good , Miss Wlggs ! "
she mild. And when the story was writ-
.en and read to her she gave It exactly
: ho same praise. And now the story
ind won the prize.
* * * * *
The back door opened softly , and
Cordelia entered the house. It was
Borne time before she discovered Miss
Wlggs In the parlor. As the girl enter
ed the room the woman looked up with
a smile lighting her thin face.
"See , Cordelia , " she said , with child-
Isli ilno. "Tvnii tlin
Cordelia did not smllo. Drawing a
chair close to Miss Wlggs' , she opened
the magazine in her hand.
"I am going to read yon a story , " she
Bald slowly , "that was printed several
years ago. "
Miss Wlggs smiled at the girl loving
ly as she listened to the first few
words. Then the smllo gave wayto a
look of wonderment that in turn
changed to ono of pain. When the
story was ended , she looked up at the
girl with tears In her eyes.
"Yon don't think , Cordelia" she be
gan brokenly.
Cordelia sprang to her side and
placed an arm caressingly around the
woman.
"Dear Miss Wlggs. " she said quick
ly , "perhaps it was merely a coinci
dence or it may be you once read this
story and then forgot it till it came
back to your memory , apparently an
original Idea. "
They sat silently In the little parlor
till twilight fell. Miss Wlggs bravely
kept back the tears , but the hand that
Cordelia held trembled constantly.
The postman's step sounded on the
front porch , and Miss Wlggs openet
the door for him. Ho handed her a
long blue envelope.
"My story of the first settlers , " she
explained to Cordelia , noting the name
of The Story Magazine on the envelope
She tore it open and slipped out the
manuscript. A little note came -with it
"Read it , Cordelia. " she said. "My
eyes arc not very clear today. "
"Tho editors of The Story Magazine,1
read Cordelia , "return the inclosc (
manuscript with much regret. Wei
written and readable as it Is , the plo
Is somewhat hackneyed , and for tha
reason the story la returned. " '
With a sudden suspicion Cordelia
turned to the manuscript.
"Oh , Miss Wlggs , " she cried , "Itva
your story of the old settlers that won
the prize , after all. They have re
turned your love story. "
Miss Wlggs smiled through her tears
"Cordelia " she said "wo '
, , won't hav
to write that letter returning tfco chock
to the publishers tomorrow morning
We will take a llttlo outing Instead. "
LESLIE W. QUIRK.
Take Things x V
As They ( gme
When you buy soda biscuit in a paper bag , take them as they
comej stale soggy spoiled.
Don't blame the baker.
Don't blame the grocer.
, Don't blame anyone but yourself.
When you buy Uneeda Biscuit look for the In-ec-scal the
famous red and white trade-mark design that identifies the package
which keeps them fresh clean good.
Credit the baker for baking them.
Credit the. grocer for keeping them.
Credit yourself for buying them.
i. t
Uneeda Biscuit
NATIONALBISCUIT COMPANY
WEAK IN THE ALPHABET.
ftanie I.cttrm Thttt Men Can Never
X > enm to Muke.
"Why 1" It tlmt with some men some
ctt'ers of the alphabet arc harder to
nako than others and , In fact , tlmt
hero are some letters tlmt some men
icver learned how to makeV" asked a
Doling man who takes considerable in-
crest in the matter of handwriting In
ho Now Orleans Times-Democrat. "It
s a rather singular fact that nearly
very man outside of the experts Is
weak on ono or more of the letters In
ho English alphabet. Sometimes the
otter Involved Is a capital letter ; some-
Imon It is of the smaller kind ; some-
lines It Is ono letter and sometimes
another. In any event , you will find
ow men who arc exempt from the fall-
ng referred to.
"I know of one man who in splto of
the fact that ho docs a great deal of
vrltlng has never learned how to make
a capital P. Ho simply makes a stag
ger at It , and , as n rule , the result of
ils efforts will look more like n Biuall
p than like the capital P. I know an
other man who can't make a small f :
o save his life. He can never got the
owcr part of the letter below the lino.
[ Io makes it look llko a clubfootcd b
Instead of an f. There are others who ,
when they try to make the small b ,
give it the long shank , and it looks
more like the letter f. It is rather sin
gular that these traits should hang on
lo a man's writing for a lifetime , but
they do it Just the same , and if you
make a few Inquiries among your
friends and acquaintances you will find
that but few of them are exempt from
this fault.
"It is very much like the habit of
spelling certain words Incorrectly.
Many men who are rated as first class
spoilers pass through life without over
In a single Instance spelling certain
words correctly. It Is due to habit
largely. If you should ask them how
to spell the word , they would toll you ,
but , when they go to write it , that Is
quite different , and they will get it
wrong every time. So they know , too ,
how certain Jotters should bo made , but
they simply can't put thorn down on
paper. It Is a curious but common
fault. "
ANIMAL ODDITIES.
Birds never cat firellles and really
socirf to shun their vicinity.
North American reindeer usually se
lect an old doe for their leader.
The temperature of a swallow's body
Is extraordinarily high , no less than
112 degrees F.
Cats and beasts of prey reflect fifty
times as much light from their eyes as
human beings.
The average lake trout lays 0,000
eggs each season , and the whltcflsh a
greater number.
The female English vlpor does not
lay eggs. She hatches them Internally
and brings forth her young alive.
Parrots are usually vegetarians ,
though the Kea parrots of New Zea
land have developed n fondness for
Bheep.
Garfish , sunfish , basking sharks and
dolphins nil have the habit of swim
ming with their eyes above the surface
of the water.
Yonr Signature.
"I should be pleased to exchange
cards with you , Mr. Barrow , " said
Charles Wllllps , extending his. They
had met for the first time. "I'm sorry
I have no cards with me , " said Barrow.
"Allow me to write my address in your
" "Do know
memorandum book. you
that Is a very dangerous thing to do ? "
Wllllps remarked. "It cost mo $240
once. I had tlio habit of carrying no
cards and signing my name in a now
friend's notebook , just as you are
about to do in mine , always on a blank
page. Ono day , after n convivial evenIng -
Ing , I was presented with an I O U
for that sura , duly signed by myself.
It was impossible to dispute it I had
to pay up. But I have never since
been so free with my autograph. " "By
George , I never thought of that ! " cried
Barrow. "Suppose you write my name
down yourself. " New York Press.
A man never knows what a con
fidence ho has until asked to tell a He
to shield some one ho never liked very
well anyway. Atchlson. Globe.
n Hotel Hill In I'ortnjttil.
In Portugal when the traveler asks
for his bill the landlord pleasantly rubs
his hands together and answers ,
"Whatever your excellency pleases to
give. "
This will not do , for the traveler is
sure to offer too llttlo or too much and
to be thought either1 a spendthrift or a
nltfsnrd , HO ho has to make a speech ,
thank the landlord for hlH confidence
and beg for a detailed statement.
Then the landlord , politely deprecat
ing anything of the kind , is slowly per
suaded to check off the various Items
upon the lingers of his hand , with n
long argument before each successive
finger Is done with and doubled down.
"What does It come to ? " naks the
traveler , taking out his purse at last ,
when the hand and the account are
closed.
"What , did his excellency not add
up ? "
Ills excellency having been 'Capable
of this act of mental nrltln Tilc , the
addition Is gone over again , from the
llttlo Hngor backward , with a finger or
two perhaps representing forgotten
Items brought Into account from the
other hand.
The sum total is gladly paid , and host
and guest are mutually content , the
gnest knowing that bo has not been
overcharged more than perhaps a
thumb and two fingers.
Ancient Needlework.
Some of the oldest needlework extant
was found In Egyptian and Egypto-
Roman tombs a rough sort of flaxen
cloth , like the bath toweling of our
own day. It has loops of wool worked
with Homo kind of needle , raised on
ono side of the stuff only , and a kind
of tapestry partly woven and partly
outlined In needlework. The mummies
which an Insatiable modern curiosity
has disturbed arc wrapped In linen , as
loss liable than woolen cloth to the
ravages of moth , and the art of weav
ing the flax that grow so plentifully on
the banks of the Nile was probably
learned by the Israelites during their
sojourn In ITgypt
Ezeklcl speaks of "fine linen with
broldorcd work from Egypt. " Linen
seems the natural ground and founda
tion of all embroidery. It often lasts
longer than the work itself , can be
cleaned and will not fray or wear out ,
as do more costly silks and satins.
London Spectator.
An Old Roeliic.
Here Is a recipe for the bite of a mad
dog taken Irom the "Universal Maga
zine of Knowledge , " published by John
Hlnton at the King's Arms In Newgate
street , London. May , 17,13 : "Take the
youngest shoots of the older tree , peel
off the outside rind , then , scraping off
the green rind , take two handfuls of
It , which simmer n quarter of an hour
In live pints of ale. Strain it off and
when cold put It in bottles. Take
half a pint , make warm the first thing
in tlio morning and the last at night
and bo sure to keep yourself warm ;
also bathe the part affected with some
of tlio liquor warmed , the dose to bo
repeated tbo next now or full moon
after the first. It Is good for cattle as
well us the human species. "
Whim * of n Horse.
The bettor the horse the more spirit
ho has.The disposition of an Arab
hunter Is thus described by Sowell
Ford in "Horses Nine : " No paragon ,
however , was Pasha. lie had a tem
per , and his whims were as many as
those of a schoolgirl. He was particu
lar as to who put on his bridle. He bad
notions concerning the manner In
which n currycomb should be used. A
red ribbon or a bandanna handkerchief
put him In a rngc , while green , the holy
color of the Mohammedan , soothed his
nerves. A lively pair of heels he had ,
and ha } ; now how to use his teeth.
The Credit They Give Yon.
"What is success ? " asked the maa
with a liking for the abstruse.
"Success , " answered the cynical
friend , "Is something that Impels youi
old acquaintances to smllo significantly
and remark , 'A fool for luck.1"
Comparison * ! .
Miles That fellow Puffem reminds
mo of a bass drum.
Giles Hand it to mo slowly. I'm
troubled with Ingrowing nerves.
Miles He makes a lot of noise , bill
there's nothing In him.
WRESTLING WITH RUSSIAN.
The Traveler "Wanted a Torvel nntl
Finally Got It.
A. II. Savage Lander , In bin book of
travel , "Across Coveted Lands , " re
lates an amusing railway Incident that
occurred in Russia while bo was en
route to Persia.
"Unable to get at my towel" ? packed
In my registered baggage and Ignorant
of the Russian language , " ho Bays , "I
inquired of a polyglot fellow passenger
what was the Russian word for towel ,
so that I could ask the guard for ono.
Palatlensi , ' f.aid ho , and I repeated
palntlousl , flalaticnHl , palatlcnsl,1 seas
as to Impress the word well upon my
memory. Having enjoyed a good wash
and a shampoo and dripping nil over
with water , I rang for the guard , and.
sure enough , when the man came I
could not recollect the word. At last It
dawned upon mo that It was 'pnlntln-
skl , ' and 'palationskl' I asked of the
guard. To my surprise the guard
smiled graciously , 'and , putting on a
modest air , replied , 'Palatlnski nlot ,
paruskP ( 'I do not speak Latin , I speak
only Russian' ) , and the more 1 repeated -
ed 'palatlnskl,1 putting the inflection
nov011 one syllable , then on the other ,
to make him understand , the more flat-
tcrcd the man seemed to bo , and mod
estly gave the same answer.
"This was incomprehensible to me un
til my polyglot follow passenger came
iny assistance. 'Do you know what
you arc asking the guard ? ' ho said in
convulsions of laughter. 'Yes , I am
asking for n palatinskl a towel. ' 'No ,
you arc not ! ' and ho positively wont
Into hysterics. 'Palatlnskl moans "Do
you speak Latin ? " How can you expect -
pect a Russian railway guard to speak
Latin ? Look how Incensed the poor
man Is at being mistaken for n Latin
scholar ! Ask him for a palatlensi , and
ho will run for n towel. '
"The man did run on the magic word
being pronounced and duly returned
with a nice clean palatlcnsl , which ,
however , was of litllo ufeo to me , fpr I
bad by this time got dry by the natural
processes of dripping evaporation. "
Flciidlnli Hevcnee.
The burglar softly opened the door of /
the suburbanite's sleeping apartment ,
slipped Insldo and searched the room
thoroughly , but found nothing worth
stealing.
"I'll got some satisfaction out of him ,
anyway ! " ho said.
Thereupon ho sot the alarm clock on
the bureau , for the hour of 3 and softly , -
departed. Chicago Tribune.
THE THIEF OF BEAUTY
Is Captured "by
Brndfleld's Regulator.
Thousands of young women are awaking
to the fact that inherited comliness has
"been stolen , and instead of glowing
cheeks and bright eyes , the tell-tale
wrinkles of pain have taken their place.
These are the warning feelings ! Weak
and tired in the morning , no life to enter
upon their former pleasures , irritable ,
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