Anr‘lbl‘d-Time F011.
In-the days of good Queen Bess fop—
pery semmed to reach its heightuor
perhaps depth would be the better
.word. The beau was always on ex-
hibition. He never went to the thea- ,
' tre till the trumpets were blowing for‘
the prologue, for, when the house was
only half full, the richness of his dress
could not be' sufficiently applauded;
then, as if he was _one of the proprie-
tors, o-r had dropped from the hang-
ings, he crept from behind the arr-as, a
three-legged stool in one hand, and the
tester to pay the boy in the other. The
real man of fashion never appeared to
be amused; the more miserable and
unmoved, the more fashionable. His
cue was, in the midst“ of the saddest
scenes of “Lear” or “Othello,” to turn
away, as if he had seen the thing be-
fore at court. The aim of such fools
was to talk and laugh so loud that the
eyes of the whole house should be
drawn upon them—that the poets
might be provoked into writing an epi.
gram that would make them talked of,
or that the players might recognize
and point them out in the streets. '
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Superior Intelligence.
LA young lady living in Philadelphia
is the proud possessor of a handsome
red Irish setter, which she claims is as
intelligent as he is handsome. One af-
ternoon. this young lady started out.
accompanied by a friend and the dog,
for a walk, and found, when some lit-
tle distance from the house, that she
had forgotten her rubbers. Not wish:
ing to return for them she called the
dog, anld, pointing to her friend’s rub
bers, said: “Go home and get them.”
The dog looked at her intelligently a
moment, then ran down the street
and turned the corner. “Well," said the
admiring friend, “if that dog isn’t just
the smartest I ever saw!” Presently
the setter returned, wagging his tail
and holding in his mouth, not his mis-
tress’ rubbers, but the foot-scraper,
which he had pulled from the corner
of the steps. ~Pl1iladelphia Record
Few "lysé‘for the Bicycle.
Josh Messeiger, a deputy sheriff of
Grayson County, Tex, has a brand-
new device for bringing in prisoners
whom he has arrested. 'He is prob-
ably the first peace officer in the Unit-
ed States to adopt it. The device is
nothing more nor less than that of
bringing them on the rear step of his
bicycle. —-St. Louis Globe Democrat.
A S'HAKY COUNTRY.
, New Boarder—Why is it, farmer,
that your chickens haven’t feathers?
Did the girls in the neighborhood pluck
them for feather boas?
Farmers—No, indeed. They had chills
yer las’ summer an’ shook ’em all ofi.
“mam_—New York Heraldfi
Shortness of
breath—~51
sensation
of dryness
. nd heat
in the
throat.
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like a charm on the throat and bronchial tubes.
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' Pike’s Teuthache Drops cure in one minute.
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Klr‘a' “1‘3. WIFE IN THE \YORKHOLEE.
.15z1di11g to the Life of 3 Once Beau-
tiful Woman.
3-. lady visiting one of the poor houses
of London was struck by the evident
refinement of an elderly woman in the
infirmary, who was a Norwegian by
birth, but who spoke English and 0th
or languages fluently. She had all the
beaux artes of a very lovely woman,
which years of poverty and ill health
could not destroy. She was very rei
ticent as regarded her past, but was so
evidently'a gentlewomrm that the sym
pathetic visitor exerted herself to ob-
tain admission for the invalid into a
home for the (lying, in which she
might pass her last days in peace and
amid congenial sur-roundings. Before
her death the stranger told her story.
and a strange and romantic one it
proved to be. At seventeen she was in-
formed by her parents that. she was to
be 111a1-1-ied, and, although she had no
voice in the matter, nothing could
have been more satisfactory. Her hus-
band was handsome, cultured and de-
\‘otcd. They lived in a charming coun-
try house, surrounded by every lux‘
ray, and four
the couple. The Only drawback to the
perfect happiness of the young wife
was the long and frequent absences of
her husband, which he attributed to
business, but would explain no further.
At last there came a day when the man
returned no more from his accustomed
journey, but sent his lawyer instead,
from whom the bewildered and heart-
broken woman learned that her sup-
posed husband was the King of ————,
and that, owing to the pressing rea-
sons, the liaison should terminate. An
adequate sum was settled on her and
the children, and, wishing to break en-
tirely with the past, she came to live
in London. After some years she mar-
ried an Englishman, and shortly after
the King died, leaving a lump sum to
her. This money the husband got
from her to invest, and ran off with
the entire amount, leaving his unfortu-
nate wife penniless. She had never
been trained to any sort of work, and
things went from bad to w'orse until.
utterly destitute and dying, she be-
came an inmate of the workhouse.——
St. James Gazette.
Satisfactory Proof.
In county Sligo, among the hills,
there is a small lake renowned in that
region for its fabulous depth. The
professor happened to be in that part
of Ireland, and started out one fine
day for a ramble among the moun-
tains, accompanied by a native guide.
'As they climbed, Pat asked him if he
Would like to see this lake, “for it’s
no bottom at all, sorr.”
. “But how do you know that,
asked the professor. .
L “Well, sorr, I’ll tell ye;
Pat ‘2’ ’
n1 e 0'“? ll
' cousin was showing the pond to the
gentleman one day, sorr, and .he
looked incredulous like, just as you
do, and me cousin couldn’t stand it
for him to doubt his worrd, sorr, and
souzhe off with his Clothes and in he
jumped.” . ,-
' The professor’s face wore an
amused and. quizzical expression.
“Yes. sorr, in he jumped, and didn’t
come up again at all, at all.”
“But,” said the professor, “I don’t
see that your cousin proved his point
by recklessly drowning himself.”
“Sure, sorr, it wasn’t drowned at all
he was; the next day comes a cable
from him in Australia, askin’ to send
on his clothes.”-—Harpe.r’s Bazaar.
Centenarian Birds.
A contributor informs us that he has
just received intelligence of the death
of a raven, which bird 'had been- in the
writer’s family for over a hundred
years. The bird was. a pet when his
father was a child, in 1798, and had
then been in the possession of his
grandfather for some years. It is
well known that the eagle, raven,
swan and parrot are each centena-
rians. An eagle kept in Vienna died
after a confinement of 114 years, and
at Shelbourne is an oak, known as the
raven tree, in which the same pair of
ravens are believed to have nested for
more than ninety years. Swans upon
the Thames about whose age there can
be but little chance of mistake, since
they are annually “nicked,” have been
known to survive 150 years and more.
——Lo-ndon Echo.
To Drive Away Rats.
A writer in the Scientific American
says he has cleared his premises of
vermin by making whitewash yellow
with copperas, and covering the stones
and rafters in the cellar with it. In
every crevice in which a rat might go,
he put the copperas, and scattered it
la the corners of the floor. The result
was the complete disappearance of
rats and mice. Since that time not a
rat or a mouse has been seen near the
house. Every spring the cellar is
coated with the yellow wash as a puri;
tier and as a rat exterminator, and no
typhoid, dysentery or fever attacks the
family.
_A Fireproof Pocketbook.
An asbestos fireproof wallet to keep
valuable papers in is the latest odor of
fire insurance companies to clients.
and in cases of fire certainly- would
prove to be very useful. The entire
envelope, pockets and flap,, also en-
circling strap and loop are of asbestos.
Smaller envelopes are also made by
the stationers for single papers or
cherished souvenirs of our sentimental
age—Chicago Tribune.
Couldn’t Tell Which.
“Did he, marry for money?”
She shook her head doubtfully.
“Re-ally, I can’t say,‘ ’she replied.
"I‘ve seen them both, and —”
“Well?"
“Well, it‘s a toss—up as to which
married for money. When you see
him you think she did, and when you
pee hm you think he did ”-——Chiwgo
Post. » .
children were born to-
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THE BICYCLE LEG:
Wheeling is .Not Oonduc‘lvoto 611111113nt
Dmclng and is Cammended by Some.
Expert'wheelwomen as wefi as be
ginners are burnishiug their 11711421311
preparatory for the summer. The bi.
cycle dealers are as busy as bees in
honey-making time, and, although
they do not expect to do such a vast
business as they did last year, they
expect the trade to increase from this
time on. These are merely straws
showing that the bicycle season is on
The wheelwomen seem delighted ta
turn once more to their favorite pas-
time.. For two weeks little knots oi
them have gathered and discussed
wheels and wheeling. A rest seems.
to have .whetted their appetites- for
bicycle talks as well as runs.
“Bicycling beats dancing, .and '! 1'01
one am glad to return to my second
love,” announced a dainty looking
girl in an imported suit.
“Of course it beats dancing; but
why do you say second love?" asked
a plump l1rurve.tte
“Oh, becazse I danced 111-1." e l
wheeled," she answored.
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Count, that day lost whose low descending sun
Hath not beheld at least a ten-mile run.
“For my part, I’ve learned one thing
this winter,” said an athletic girl in a
short skirt and a red sweater. “I’ve
got to give up either dancing or wheel‘ .
ing. It’s impossible for me to do
both.”
“The same here,” put in three other
girls.
“What on earth has bicycling got to
do wnth dancing?” queried the bru-
nette. “You dance in winter; you
wheel in summer. Why they should
interfere with one another I can’t see.
Of course, I didn’t learn to-ride until
last fall, and—_”
“That’s the very reason you don’t un-
derstand why we must stop dancing,"
interrupted the athletic girl. “You
see, we’ve developed the bicycle leg.”
“The bicycle leg,” repeated the bru‘
nette, aghast. “What is it? I’ve heard
of the bicycle face, the bicycle back,
the bicycle brain and the bicycle voice,
but the bicycle leg is new to me. Tell
us about it. ”
“We’ve got it," put in three others.
“And you’ll get it if you ride much,"
said the athletic girl with a malicious
laugh. “It attacks women .riders a
great deal oftene‘r than it does wheel-
men,” she continued, “probably be-
cause their muscles are more vulnen
able than those of a man. I never
rode much until last summer, and
didn’t notice that my legs had been at“
fected by it at all until the dancing
season opened. The muscles of my
legs seemed to remain stilf all the
evening the first dance I attended,
and I was really uneasy, for I thought
I’d contracted rheumatism. My. legs
wouldn’t act light, and I couldn’t ma-
nipulate my feet or make them go.
My partners glared at me, and none
of them came forward for a second
turn, so I pleaded a. headache and
went home. I was puzzled, but I
didn't say anything to anybody, for I’d
always had the reputation of being a
fine dancer. It was the same thing at
the next dance. and the next and the
next, and at last it dawned upon me
that I had the bicycle leg.”
“I had the very same experience,”
testified another enthusiast. “I, too.
used to be considered a pretty good
dancer. but since I’ve been riding a bi.
cycle I’m no longer a desirable part-
ner.“
“Why, how does wheeling affect the.
legs so as to make it impossible to
dance?” asked a novice.
"Well. it seems we have two sets of
muscles in our legs,” explained IllB
athletic girl. “One we use in all kinds
of graceful exercise such as dancing
and Delsarte movements, and the oth-
ers are used for work. Pushing the
pedals develops these workng mus-
cles, and the others are overcome, and
when you attempt to do the graceful
act you are about as graceful as a
cow would be. The preachers who op—
pose dancing would find a good argu-
ment in favor of the wheel as a moral
agency right along this line. Dancing
is unquestionably a form of dissipa-
tion: if bicycling does away with that
pastime, it will certainly do more than
moralists have ever been able to ac-
complish, and I believe in time that. it
will. If wheelwomen find out um
they have to give 11p one or the other,
1 predict the abandonment of dune
iug."
"And I predict the abandonment of
the wheel." put in a, man who came up
in time to hear the last remark.
"Wheeling is a fad with women.
They won’t stick to it, especially if it
interferes with their dancing. In an-
1111111 twelve months they will have
forgotten that they ever rode a liicy
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A Valuable M'an.
“We pay our minister $2, 300 a you."
“Ours gets $4.000."
“Has he ever been tried for he:esy‘:"
e“No, but he says eyether and suyrh-
r.”—New1 Stork World.
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. American
”times, but they are always had.
hitherto been made
ll. .
”cuaaenr corrrv'iE'NT.
The President has found a refugr
from the office-seekers, but it is only
available on Sunday. They will fol
low him to the church door, but 110‘.
' inside.
A prominent citizen of Boston re
ports that he went to the inauguratior
and did not see a single intoxicated
person during all the time he was it
Washington. But, to speak Bostonese
the absence of such vision may be due
to position, condition, omission or in
disposition.
"It is evident that strong pressure
will be brought to bear upon Presiden:
McKinley to alter-the rules governing
the classified civil service so as tc
throw open to the spoils-seekers cer
tain uth'ces brought within the provi
sions of the merit system during the
term of President Cleveland. .
Important movements are in pro
gress in New York and Chicago for
the regulation of the height of build
ings. An ordinance has been passer".
by the Chicago Council, and 11011
awaits the Mayor's action, limiting
the height of buildings in that city tc
90 feet. The limit‘under the presen1
ordinance is 155 feet.
Yellow journalism is having rather
a hard run at present, being throw:
out of clubs and libraries right and
left, with scant ceremony or polite
ness, in fact, with none at all. The
directors of these institutions unitt
with an immense and growing num:
ber of other people in considering its
conduct as contrary to morals and
public policy. It'is apparent that it
must mend its ways or its swaggering,1
rhetoricians will soon be barking tc
empty benches.
So seldom does a man live up to his
ideal, or a commonwealth to its moral
professions, that the congratulations:
of the country are due to the State 01’
Nevada. Consistency has there set up
its center of gravity, anchored to the
utmost limit of public ‘debasement.
Having legalized prize fighting and
thus defied the public sentiment and
the laws of every other state on this
subject, Nevada proposes now by ad-
ditional legislation to confer a most
flattering testimonial of its regard up-
on the successful brute in the Cor-
bett-Fitzsimmons combat.
Secretary Sherman, it is reported,
has been laying down the law about
American rights in Cuba in a style
that chagrins Minister De Lome. He
is said to have told the Spanish Min-
ister that Americans arrested in Cuba
must have a fair trial, according tc
the terms of our treaty with Spain,
and that Spain must abandon the dis-
tinction she now makes between
and English suspects.
whereupon De Lome is reported tc
have said that he might as well go
'home. His home government cen-
sures him for yielding too much to the
American demands,~and the Amer-L.
can Administration demands still
more.
According to the statement of Pro-
fessor Felix Adler, Miss Frances Wit-
lard wants to vote “for the sake of
promoting the nationalization of busi
ness, the abolition of representative
government, "the enactment of prohib-
itory laws and the free coinage of sil~
ver,” a declaration of principles cal 11
lated to invite the union of persons
who in general are in violent opposi-
tion to each other. If she were on
dowed with the ballot and empow~
ered to work up a crusade on the lines
indicated, she would soon find herself
at the head of a political sect more
curious than use ful, pulling all w ay-1_
like a‘ newly-yoked pair of Accomacl:
steers.
“Each season,” the old hymn tells
us, “hath its own disease.” But one
of the worst complaints of which the
modern social and industrial organ-
ization is a victim is common, in one
form or another, to all seasons. Bad
roads are a perpetual evil. At some
times they are worse than at other
And
the curious feature of the case is tha;
those who are neglectfully or wilfully
responsible for their badness use them
and have to use them when they are
at their worst, while those others. out
of foolish and injurious spite against
whom the responsible ’peoplc persist
in maintaining the badness of the
roads, have to use them for only a
short time when they are in the least
had state.
Alabama displayed wisdom in (1x-
empting from taxation for ten years
any new cotton factories established
within her borders, and the first fruit:
of it are apparent in the preparation;
for the institution there of a million-
dollar plant by Eastern capitalists.
who have recently paid the state a
visit to look over the ground and lay
out their plan of action. The intvu
tion is to make finer fabrics than ha w
in the South,
which is an important industrial «la--
parture for that section, promising 1:1
help toward the solution of some of
its most difficult economic and social
problems. Alabama legislation.
hospitable to capital, stands in rather
marked contrast with our own, which
in many cases seems devised with the
intention of,.driylng it away.
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CAKE OF TOILET .SOAP IN EVERY PACKAGE.
ELEPHANTS WITH M EMORIES.
One That Avenged an Injury and Another
That Recognized a Benefactor.
Elephants have a way of remember-
bering injuries and kindnesses which
surprises men not accustomed to the
beasts. E. L. Layardand his wife
were in Ceylon, in the Ambigamoa dis-
trict. They were journeying along
gathering insects, shells and birds by
eaSy stages when they came to the
station of a road making party, which
was in charge of Woodford Birch.
Mrs.
phants, not having seen any close at
hand, so Mr. Birch took her out to see
a large fine female. Mrs. Layard pet-
ted the beast, gave it a bunch of plan-
tains, which were eaten with a relish,
and after making comments on the
beasts gentleness returned to the bun“
galow. There Mr. Birch incidentally
remarked that it was a violent beast,
having killed two keepers during the
past month. When Mr. Layard heard
that he reproached M1. Birch, while
Mrs. Layard grew pale. Then Mr.
Birch said:
“Do you think I would have allowed
Mrs. Layard to go near her if there
had been danger? That elephant is
the quietest and best tempered beast
in the stud. She was quite right to
kill the keepers. They had robbed her
of her food. I had observed that she
was growing thin, and seeing only a
little grain or feed in the box one day,
I rated the keeper soundly in the pres-
ence of the beast. Next day he took
her out to work. She went along qui-
etly till she came to a flat 1ock. Then
she wrapped her trunk about the ma-
hout, put him against the rock, and
with her forehead squeezed his life
out. The next man she killed was for
the same offence.” ‘
Dan Quinton and Mr. Layard were
in Colombo when Quinton heard ele-
phants trrrmpe.ing, and wanted to go
and see them. One of the beasts was
tied up with more chains than the
others, and Quinton went toward this
one, in spite of the warnings of the-
keepers that it was a’particularly vi-
cious beast. Quinton put his arm
around the elephant’s trunk and pet-
ted it, the elephant seeming most
pleased. Quinton had recognized it as
an elephant he had seen injured by a
huge thorn, or jungle nail. The
keeper in trying to pull the thorn out
had broken it off. In a few days in-
flammation had set in. Quinton went
to work with "a knife and a pair of
pincers, and the elephant, in spite of
the pain, allowed'the man to take the
thorn out. He had recognized the
beast by the scar, and the elephant
remembered him after several years.
'Just an Easy One.
“Let the children ask all the ques-
tions they want to,” is the domestic
motto of a gentleman connected with
the Smithsonian Institution. In his
case the rule is safer than it would be
in most homes, for he is regarded by
his acqutaintan-ces as a compendium
of almost any branch of learning that
happens to come under discussion.
His boys, having his reputation as an
endorsement of their natural confi-
dence in his wisdom, regard him as in
fallible. Being youths of active intel-
lect, they never allow him to run any
risk of ennui. He had just put on his
overcoat and had his hand on the door
knob, when one of them hailed him:
“Father. will you please tell me
something?”
“I haven’t time now.
“I only want to ask one quetion.”
“Can’t you wait until tonight?”
“I might forget it.”
“Try to remember it. It will be
good mental discipline. 'Good-by.”
“I wanted ever so much to know
right away,” he persisted.
“But——”
“It won’t take you a minute.”
“Are you sure?”
1
“Yes.”
His father looked at his watch and
said.
“Well, go ahead. What is your
question?”
“Why, all I wanted to know is 110w
they work miracles and make con-
densed milk.”——Washington Star.
. Estimating a Treasure.
“So she jilted you after all!” said the
sympathetic friend.
“That is what happened.”
“And only yesterday you were tell.
ing me how lucky you thought your-
self. You said the man who got that
girl would get a prize.”
“ \Vell, he will. He’ll get a whole
lot of prizes. Mine is the seventeenth
solitaire engagement ring that I know
of."——Washington Star.
.aL—L'w‘ ' '
A Peculiar Journal.
The most~ extraordinary journal in
the world is published weekly at Ath-
ens. Its contents are written entirely
in verse. even to the advertisements.
Layard was interested in ele—,
LOVE’S LONG "HELLO."
A1 Pair of Lovers “Who Use the Long Din-
\ tance ’Phone. -
It is pleasing to know that modem
science has been made a. hand maiden
of the affections. Many illustrations of
this fact might be given, but none more
original and delightful than that which
the Sunday Journal brings to the atter:
tion of its readers.
Two lovers, one of them living in the
city of New York and‘the other in Syra-
cuse, are in the habit of holding daily,
almost hourly, conversations with one
another over a long distance telephone.
Of course it is amatter of great expense.
but that is a. trifle not to be considered
in comparison with the joy that is
brought to two fond hearts.
Miss Ida Strauss is the fair person
who thus honors the telephone in New
York. She lives in West Seventy-first
street. The happy swain is a. Mr. Mar-
shall. who lives and does business in
Syracuse, in the State of New York.
130.1 are rich, but Mr. Marshall’s
business keeps him in Syracuse, and it is
essential to their future happiness that
it should not; be~neglected. . Money is
hardly a. matter of consideration to
either of these thO fortunate persons.
but business is business. Therefore
they have resorted to an unlimited use
of the long distance telephone.
Miss Strauss has the telephone in-
stalled in her charming boudoir. A vase
of fresh out, beautiful flowers always
stands on the top of the instrument.
Near it is a photograph of Mr. Marshall,
who is absent in the flesh, but ever pres-
ent in the voice. On the wall is alarge
picture of him.
The room is filled with such articles
as a woman of wealth and cultivation
might; be expected to possess. Miss
Strauss is thoroughly well read and a.
great traveler. Books in many lau—
guages are to be seen 'on their shelves.
and souvenirs of visits to almost every
European country from Egypt to En-
gland.
Miss Strauss is one of the chief organ-
izers of a system of clubs for working
girls, known as Pansy clubs. She spends
much time and money in these places,
lecturing on foreign travels and on liter-
ature to the girls and reading extracts g
from popular works to then1.'
The generous hospitality'of her family
is famous. Recently they paid a. visit
to their native village in Alsace and
gave a. magnificent banquet to which
every inhabitant from the oldest to the
youngest was invited.
Mr. Marshall, the lover, whose exi-
gent business keeps him nailed down in
Syracuse, is a brilliant young man, and
will, it is probable, become one of our
great millionaires. The table of the
long distance telephone is next to his
desk, and he is ever ready to reply to
its tender summons.
Gen. Grant’s Commissary-Generaf. :
Congressman Lacy of Iowa tells an
interesting army story of Gen. Morgan,
Commissary General of the United
States Army, recently related to his
former comrades in arms.
Gen. Morgan was Grant’s commissary,
and after the surrender at Appomattox
successfully fed Lee’sentire army of
25,000 men. in addition to Grant‘s
troops. During one of Grants cam-
paigns the Confederates by a flank
movement rounded up 26, 000 steers be-
longing to his commissary department,
and as soon as the damage became
known in Washington a despatch ar-
rived in Grant’s headquarters from See--
retary Stanton demanding to know in
categorical language who was responsi-
ble for the loss.
“I am,” promptly telegraphed Grant
in reply, and there the matter ended.
But Gen. Morgan states that while
Grant thus stood between him and the
irate Secretary of War, he had a pecu-
liar Way of showing his resentment to
him. On several occasions when there
were visitors in-camp, Grant; would ex-
claim:
“I have the greatest Commissary-
General in the world—not only of mod-
em times but ancient times as well-—
Col. Morgan here,” and he would point
him out with an appearance of honest
pride.
“How is that, General?” the visitor
would ask.
"How is that?” Grant would say;
"why, he feeds our army and the en-
emy’s too.”—Washington Post.
Misunderstood.
“Would you like to take 'a. chance?”
asked the timid, rosy-checked maiden
of the stranger at the church fair.
“Would I?" exclaimed the stranger
radiantly. “Well, I should say I would.
but ” his voice fell to a whisper and '
the eager light in his eyes died to a. far- '
away, sad expression, "I am already
married. ”— -Wa.shington Evening Times.
X Happy Thought.
Assistant Editor—“There’s nothing
to fill the seventh column, sir."
Edito11——“Tel-l the foreman to set a
lot of type at random, and we'll call it
a Scotch dialect story.”——New York
Tribune.
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