SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M t CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. Yon Moltke was little known at the age of sixty. His greatest -work was be tween tho ago of sixty-six and seventy one. The London iStandard says the world's wheat crop this year will be 20,000,000 quarters short, and as America can't sup ply it all a prosperous outlook exists for English farmers. Eight thousand acres of land in Mis souri have been bought by a syndicate and will be planted in ccru and used as it fattening ground for range cattle. The projectors of the scheme expect it to make Missouri the leadiDg cattle State in the Union. East Granby, Conn., boasts of support ing the smallest school in the Union. The Cooper Hill district has only two children of school age. One of them be ing a stout boy, stays at home this term to help on the farm, leaving only OLS to attend school. There are twelve streets in Amsterdam, Holland, on which no horso is ever al lowed to be driven, even to draw a hearse or fire engine. They are kept as clean as floors, alleges the Detroit Free l'rtss , and when a pedestrian wants to rest he sits down in the street in prefer ence to roosting on a dry-goods box. Writing from Valparaiso, Chili, Fan nie B. Ward says: "English goods are almost exclusively sold; an English news paper is published; there is an English church, an English hospital, English doc tors and dentists galore; in fact, Val paraiso is little more than a great English colony, with a liberal sprinkling of Ger mans and Frenchmen, a few Chileans and fewer Americans." A New York horse-life insurance company, insuring only sound and gen erally young animals worth between SIOO and S4OO each, reports that of 704 horses dying within tho last five years IS3 died of colic, seventy-seven of inflammation of the bowels, seventy-four of kidney trouble, fifty-one of pneumonia, fifty-two of sunstroke, thirty of pinkeye, ten of heart disease, four of blind staggers, nine kiiled by runaways, four ware drowned, two were killed by lightning, 128 died of unknown diseases, and eight were burned. Washington is the only city of a quarter of a million inhabitants in the Union that has no factory girls. The lack of manufacturing and commercial enterprises reduces the working women to a minimum. A few arc employed in retail stores, photographic galleries and private offices, but the majority who earn their living are in politics. An other novelty is the total absence of tene ment house life. Even the poorest little colored mammy has a house of her own, where she reigns queen of the castle and high priestess of her daughter's children. According to a writer in the Nation, members of the Mafia, the Italian secret society, have a playful manner of indi cating to the frieuds of one of their vic tims the wherefore of his removal. Ii he has oveiheard the secrets of the so ciety, his ears are cut off; if he has seen more than it is safe for one man to see, the skin of his forehead is flayed and turned down over his eyes; or if he has injured one of the Maflosi, a hand is cut off. These mutilations do. not hurt the victim, who is dead before they are in flicted, but they convey a lesson that is seldom lost on his surviving relatives. It is an open secret, asserts the New York Times, that the United States, dur ing the recent war in Haiti, threw the •weight of its moral support with the Ilippolvte faction, by reason of an im plied if not expressed assurance that, if victorious, Mole St. Nicholas would be ceded to the United States. "But every one familiar with the Haitian character," said a man the other day who has had considerable experience in that land, "anticipated the difficulties which Ad miral Gherardi encountered in his in effectual attempt to conclude negoti ations for the coaling station. It is a trito saying that a politician of the Haytiau Republic is perfidious and time serving. The natives have, however, an almost superstitious reverence for probity. Iu a cemetery in the northern portion of the island is the grave of a Cabinet Minister, and over it is a monu ment inscribed with naught but the name and appreciative sentence: 'He was honest.' Sublimely simple epitaph, 1"1 "Milch is summed up the nui'cst virtue iu iua« clouded land I" "NOT AS I WILU" Blindfolded H&d alone I stand With unknown thresholds on each hand, The darkness deepens as I grope, Afraid to fear, afr»id to hope; Vet this-one thing I learn to know Bach day more surely as I go, Thit doors are opened, ways are madet Burdens are lifted or are laid By gome great laW unseen and still Unfathomed purpose to fulfill, "Not as I will." Blindfolded and alone I wait; Loss too bitter, gain too late; Too heavy burdens in the load. And joy is weak and grief is strong, And years and days so long, so long; "Vet this one thing I learn to know Eaoh day more surely as I go. That I am glad the good and ill By changeless law are ordered still, " Not as I will." "Not as I will;" tho sound grows sweet Each time my lips the words repeat. "Notas I will"—the darkness feels More safe than light when this thought steals Like whispered voice to calm and bless All unrest and loneliness. " Not as I will"—because the One Who loved us first and best has gone Before us on the road, and still For us must all His love fulfill.— "Not as we will." —Helen Hunt Jctckaon. IIERMIONE. BY MANY E. MOFFAT. Tho master of Briar Hedge Farm stood thoughtfully apart fro«j the placo whoro his young cousin was laving his face and hands at the hydrant, which had been placed in the summer kitchen for the convenience of the men in the busy sea sin. Some unpleasant thing had happened, or Guy Fellows's- frank face would not have worn such a perplexed, uneasy look. At last he said, quietly: "I wish to speak to you, Louis." "Yes, Guy,'' answered Louis, in a startled voice; for Guy's manner was so unlike his usual one that it foreboded trouble of some kind, though what it •ould be was a puzzle. Had ho hurt himself? or had his pet colt gone lame? "Something unpleasant has happened. Hermione's bank-book is gone, and they tell me, at the bank, that the money was drawn yesterday bj a man who had an order purporting to be signed by ine." "Either the officials at the bank arc very careless, or the handwriting must have been a good imitation. Banks can't be ruuch protection to the people depositing in them, if it is 90 easy to get another person's money out. It strikes me I won't patronize them much when iny ship comes in." "Forgery is difficult to be guarded against, Louis,aud the name appended to the order is such a perfect facsimile of my autograph that I myself could not detect the difference. Is this your work?" As Louis looked at the page of foolscap which was held toward him, and which ■was scribbled over with various names, among which was that of Guy Fellows, he first turn red and then pale. For Lojis was very expert with his pen, und was always coppying specimens of peculiar handwriting which fell in his way. "Yes, it is mine," he said, with a brave effort to tell the truth, 110 matter what might be the consequences. For like a lightning flash he realized what danger was hanging over him—a worse one than was the fabled sword which had thrcaUned Damocles in olden time, for that only menaced life, and this, at what did it not strike a blow? For an instant he jtood as though dazed, look ing blankly into Guy Fellows's troubled face; then he threw himself impulsively upon his knees before him. "I see now. It looks badly, Cousin Guy, but <jon't judge me by appearances —judge we by what you know of me since we have been together. Do you think auj one who knew her would have a haifd in robbing Ilermoine? No, not even if he were an accomplished thief, far less a man whose only wealth lies in his good name!" "I believe you, Louis, even in the face of cridence which would convict you in a clurt of justice. I have felt all along thai you were innocent; and, see here." As Gur Fellows spoke he held up the paper whjch had been given as an order for the mpney, and let Louis compare the brief foriii signed with his name with 'he which he had ac knowledged as his work. Then he turned and liftiuj; a lid from the cook-stove, put the dangerous document in aud watched it catch tire and then burn to ashes. Guy Fallows, although scarcely thirty five, had come into a fine inher itance byjthe death of his father. He. was a practical farmer, aud also what some people consider a visionary one. That is, be wpj always trying any new experi ment whiph might commend itself as an improvement uponold-fashicned ways. Louis Carmiehael was a second cousin, who had been taken tinder his protec tion aftej the death of lis parents. lie had beeif with hiin now about four years, and although somewhat dreamy and un practical, had grown very dear to his generous kinsman. Another inmate of the family was Hermoide Alleyne, the orphan ward of Guy Fellows. She was two years younger than Louis, fiut looked t<v be his eijual in age, as he was slender and boyish-looking, while Hermiouo wa» vt LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, JUNE 19, 1891. tall nnd stately proportions. But het playful ways, and merry, laughing face were still essentially child-like. In his secret heart Louis cherished the the hopo that; some time in the far future, he might win her love, when he should have attained to fortune and fame. But Hermione was quite an heiress for a country-bred girl, and ho was too prond to let hor know of his love unless he could meet her upon equal ground. Now, had Guy been less noble in his trusting generosity, Louis would have been crushed to the earth with shame. As it wus, it caused him to elevate his cousin into the hero of his life, and determine to repay him. It was quite a long timo before he had the desired chance, but it came at last. Guy, although wealthy, did not disdain to put his own shoulder to tho wheel day after day and set his men a good ex ample. None could lay a more regular swath of grass with the sickle in mow ing time. No one could cut, or bind the ranks of grain with more rapidity than he. It was before tho time when mowing and reaping machines took all the poetry out of harvesting, and Her rnioue was fond of making a visit to the scene of labor about hincheon time, carrying with her a pitcher brimming over with a cooling, non-stimulating boverago.with which to quench tho men's thirst. Then, book in hand, she would seat herself under the shade of some friendly tree, and alternately read or note the movements of the actors in the busy scene before her. One day in the height of the harvesting one of the men fell ill, and it chanced that a stranger came to tho place and to be employed about the farm. He was a dark, unprepossessing man, with restless, uneasy ways and lowering, stealthy looks from his deep-set eyes; but Guy engagod him, thinking only of the inconvenience of being short-handed at the time. After they had all set oIT for the fields a man drove up to the farm-house in hot haste, asking if n person of the stranger's description had been seen there; aud upon receiving a reply in the affirmative he looked very much startled, and caused llermione's blood to turn cold in her veins by explaining the causo of tho un easiness. "lie is an escaped lunatic, and nearly killed his keeper to make his way out of the mad-house, if his frenzy seizes upon him he will make a bloody record for himself before the day ii over. Is any one here who can go and warn Mr. Fel lows? It won't answer for me to be seen by him. He knows me and it would set him frantic to know that he has been followed. The only safety iie* in not arousing his suspicious until a strait-jacket can be put upon hiin." "I will go,"said llermione, unhesitat ingly. "I would do anything to prevent such a tragedy!" "Take this with you and give it to Mr. Fellows. It is a strait-jacket. Whisper the truth about the man to him, and tell him to watch his opportunity and take him by surprise." She reached the place, and catching her guardian's eye, motioned him to come to her; and, in a few frightenc I whispers, told him the danger that threatened him. Some instinct must have attracted the lunatic's attention and convened to his mind the idea that they were speaking of him; for, with a wild cry, he banished the scythe he held in his hand with threatening gestures and shouts of fren zied 112 jry. Then he started toward them. Louis had stopped work a moment previous, and was about half-way be tween his cousin and the madman. Look ing up. upon hearing the discordant yells, he saw at once that Guy's life was in danger, and, throwing himself direct ly in front of the madman, caught him about the waist and cluiig to him, mak ing himself as much of a deadweight as possible. The swinging scythe described a mad circle in the air, and then it descended upon Louis, yiving him a fear ful cut in tho fide. Hut by this time others had reached them, and the lunatic was overpowered by numbers and secured. Louis, however, lay like one dead— prostrated by the shock, and with the blood pouring from his ghastly wound. Unless it could be stanched at once he must bleed to death; but where were the cloths to apply to it before a messenger could be sent to the farm-house? This qucston was soon answered. Ifermione was dressed in a dainty gown of embroidered white linen, with a man tle of the surae material over her shoul ders. She tore this in pieces, aud, kneeling by him, applied one after an other to life wound as each in turn be came wet with blood. Her white hands were colored crimson, aud her dr»ss wa< spotted with the same ensanguined hue; but she faltered not. She who had al ways before felt faint, even at the sight of blood, now unflinchingly played the part of surgeon until more skilled help could arrive." In these terrible moments Hermione first learned her heart's secret. Without Louis the whole world would henceforth be as uothing to her. For long days afterv.ard the youth's life trembled in the balance, but at last his naturally strong constitution triumphad and he began to mend. Guy and Hermione were rarely absent frti.n his bedside, and one day Louis surprised them by saying with a faltering voio«, while his pale lips parted in a half smile: "Cousin Guy, we ore even. One yood turn deserm another. You onvuti u reputation, and I rather think yon would have been a dead mdn now if it hadn't been for me. It's worth or.e'a While to earn a fellow's gratitude, isn't it!'' "What does he mean? Is his mind wandering?" asked Hermione, looking from one to the other with surprised eyes. "Ho is thinking of the bank book you lost, Hermione. He was afraid I would conuect him with the forgery on account of his fancy for copying signatures." "What a silly boyl I would as soon imagine an angel from heaven conld dd such a thing as you Louis!" aud Her mione took his poor, pale hand and kissed it, bright tears falling upon it as she did so, in spite of her efforts at self coutrol. "And lam sure Cousin Guy never onco thought of k, did you?" turning almost florcely toward hor guardian. "If you did I would never forgive you!" Guy smiled. Her indignation was so childishly impulsive that it took away the sting of her words. Then, too, ho did not deserve it. "Gently, Hermione," he said, "or you may hurt Louis's feelings. You won't hear Cousin Guy scolded, will you, boy?" But Louis made no answer, Ho was for the moment oblivious of the presence or even of the existence of any one but Ilermione. Her agitation had betrayed her secret to him, and he was so exult antly, recklessly happy that ho recked not of anything outside of the one bliss ful fact that his love was returned by Hermione. "I sec. Tis tho old. old story," said Guy, gravely but kindly; and he took llermione's hand and placed it within Louis's, 1 'and I will now leave you alone to s«ttlo matters between you, merely saying to you, Louis, thiit the Upland farm is yours, and that I shall secure to you the funds with which to carry it on successfully. As you said, a little while ago, 'One good turn deserves another.' nnd I thus prove the truth of the adage. You proved it previously in what was almost your death." As soon as Louis was fully recovered, he and Hermoine were married. It was not until several years later that the truth about the lost hank-book camo out. It had been left carelessly upon the library table, aud a thief who had gained unobserved entrance to the house had stolen it, and at the same .tine had picked up one of Lotiis's practice-papers, thinking that it would serve to aid him in drawing the money, as he had a confederate who was handy enough with his pen to take advantage of the fac-siroile to Guy Fellows's hand writing.—Fashion Buzar. "The Silent Dane." In his early mauhood Moltke was called "The Silent Dane," and later he was popularly known as "The Great lacituru;" yet he could speak seven languages fluently. Although one of the world's profoundest aud sternest soldiers, lie was one of the most modest and affec tionate of men. Occasionally one might see him in Berlin driving in a plain cab, or suuutering along a principal street looking in at the shop windows, but few recognized him. lie was as regular as the sun in his daily tasks; and even in the lighter employments ol his long life he was ever painstaking and methodical. Out of these traits grew, withal, his line literary ability, that, besides his pub lished letters, produced several valuable military histories. The crowning honor of his life was the way Germany celebrated the comple tion of his ninetieth year. From the Baltic to the Alps, from the Vosges to the Vistula, every household joined in the great jubilee, hung out the national colors and likenesses of Moltke in flags and torches. Berlin was decorated and enthusiastic as it had never before been for any private citizen. Germans throughout the world set apart October 26, IS9O, as a fete day for the Vater land, and a day of praises and congratu lations for her greatest soldier. The grim old Field Marshal was taciturn, al most by necessity, being nearly smoth ered by honors and rich presonts; but when the city fathers of Berlin sent him their greetings, accompanied by the sum of lifty thousand marks as a charity fund for the relief of the aged and in firm, he replied: "Gentlemen, say to your Council that this gift touches mj heart, and that of the many and rich presents I have received to-day, this is the most valued." When, since the death of Washington, has the world seen a more modest, complete, successful and noble life?— Harper's Weekly. Sheep's Wool Sponge. There is on exhibition at a store in I'eari street, New York, an enormous sheep's wool sponge, which is said to bo the largest one ever obtained. It meas ures ten feot in circumference and is two feet thick, being quite solid throughout. It was Ashed up near the Bahama Islands by the crew of a vessel engaged in that trade, aud, judging by the stories of the fishermen, they had a tough tirr.o in get ting their prize aboard. Being inn small dingey when the hooks fastened themselves in the sponge, the men nearly upset their boat in the effort to haul the sponge to the surface. When it wai finally secured, the iron prongs of th» hook h:td become straightened o.tt u»i. der the tremendous weight. When thor oughly soaked this monster sponge is said to hold ten pailful? of water.— Timet- Democrat. The farmer declares a divideud on kit plowiiuna,— Wwtitihjluu Htm, Terms—Sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. It has been shown that if the sun was a burning sphere of solid coal it could not last 6000 years. The price of platicum has advanced fully 100 par cent., owing to its in creased use for electrical purposes. When the Minneapolis suspension bridge was removed recently, the anchor age irons, although they had been care fully imbedded in cement, were found to be deeply Corroded. One million tubes for Koch's lymph is the work tvhich is at present engaging the attention of a German glass works. The tubes are made of a fine quality of glass, and are closed with a glass stop per. A sugar, fifteen times sweeter than cane-sugar, and twenty times sweeter than beet-sugar, is reported by a German chemist lrom cotton-seed meal. It can not be sold to compete with the ordinary article. M. Damoiseau, of France, has in vented a camera to take panoramic views. It is made to turn on its axis so truly that the picture on the entire strip of sensitive paper is said to be perfectly clear in its details. Tho four most common causes of boil er explosions are external corrosion, overheating, overpressure and weakness of flus. The four least common causes arc absence of safety valve, bad material, weak manhole and deposit. The principle of the compressed papei car wheels, which are so widely used throughout the world, is applied in France to the manufacture of pulleys for power transmission. The pulleys arc said to be very light, cheap and service able in every respect. A Swedish metallurgist, C. A. Casper son, tests the hardness cf iron or steel in process of manufacture by eleotricallv melting a sample of certain size and com paring the strength of current necessary with that known to be required to fuse standard pieces of metal of determined hardness. A firm of stone cutters in Berlin have introduced a pneumatic chisel into theii establishment. The workman holds the syringe-like apparatus with both hands, and, as he slides it over the surface of the stono or metal, tho chisel, making 10,000 or 12,000 revolutions a minute, chips oil particles. A German electrician, Herr Gulchcr, has made a thermo-electric battery giv ing electric power equivalent to 1.08 pel cent, of the heat employed, and hopes to exhibit at Frankfort a battery which will yield at least five per cent, net effect. With an economical source of heat, he believes that his thermo-electric battery will even excel the dynamo machine in efficiency. A gallon pail filled with fine sand placed within easy reach of each work man employed where oiling and finish ing is going on is strongly recommended as an essential part of the equipmoot for fire protection in wood-working estab lishments. This practice can te followed with advantage wherever there is a pos sibility of fire starting in oil or oil-soaked materials. It has been found that noth ing will subdue an oil-fed fire so quicklj and effectually as sand, and the subse quent freedom from water damage is a strong point in its use. Ancient Man in the Mississippi Vallej. Let us now take the antiquity of clas sical lore and see how it compares with that of the American continent, as evi denced by our mysterious mounds, and the indications of a great and glorious past set forth by our lost and ruined cit es, as well as by the fossil remains Drought to light through the researches )f Agassiz and others eminent in science md archaeology. In the "Types of Man iind," pp. 137, 138, we have thefollow ,ng: "In digging for the gas-works at New Orleans, sixteen feet below the surface, beneath the fourth forest-level, burnt wood was found and the skeleton of a man." Dr. Bennet Dowler, in his "Tableaux of New Orleans," goes into a calculation which proves it correct, that the fourth cypress forest level must have been formed 57,000 years ago, and that con sequently the skeleton had been roposing whero it was found for that period of time. Such of the mounds ot tho Mis sissippi Valley as have been explored have clothed us with a prehistoric past the most mysterious aud overwhelming. They reveal another page in the history and chronology of the world—a strange civilization of a great people that had passed away thousands of years before that mummy had "walked about in Thebes'? streets.— lidford. Greenland's Bust. The cosmic dust collected bv Norden skjold in Greenland iu 1883 has been submitted to scientific examination, and found to consist chiefly of felnspar, quartz, mica and hornblende, with a smaller proportion of some other com mon minerals, a nitrogenous organic sub stance, and some particles similar to those obtained in deep sea sound! \gs. It is believed that the last-named material has come from space, and that the other substances have been carried in tho air from a region of crystalline schists. If the dust taken from the Greenland snow represents the fall of one year, the total annual fall on the earth's surface isequiv ulent to a cube of thirty-one yards ou n fide. — Trenton [N. J.) Amtrican. NO. 36. TIS SWEET.TO BEST,\ When ta the early dawn of lit#' 1 ' > The childish hands grow tired of pWy, Then from the traraery din and strife , The baby feet speed fast away And never ceaso until tb«y find 'I ' That mother's door is opetr wide; S And tightly clasped in arms a? kind < / The little one doth now abide; What cares he now, her baby boy, \ His weary head is on her breast, \ To him the world is naught but joy. For now he knows, '"Tig sweet to rest." Tears pass. He's now in rnkkllar life. His youthful joys have fled away. His soul is rent by caro and strifo, His heart's no longer young and gwy; j The mother whom he loved so well Has long sinco sought her homo above, i] His wife and child have gone 1 to dwell In realms of everlasting love; He's lonely, weary, and in vain His feelings he has long suppressed; For now they all rise up again And tell him that, " 'Tis sweet to rest." But quick! lead on, good Father Time, Who can that aged stranger be? See now the hillside he doth climb; And now sinks down all wearily, "r His hoary head is bent nnd gray, ! The flickering spark of life is gone, 'I His sorrowing soul has passed away; And now his wearv toil is done, He sleeps the sleep of peaco and joy, _ i He's gone to lie on God's dear breast,* • The mother's come to take her boy To where 'tis ever sweet to rest. —Katherine Walker, in liostoit Transcript. HUMOR OF THE DAY."«*$ An old stick-in-the mud—An anchor. \ It is peculiar that when a man is full he lias a vacant look. There is very little security in a light ning bolt.— LoueU Courier. " Some men can't stand suspense," as the philosopher said when he witnessed the hanging— Columbus Post. The man that has "gone to grass" finds that he has to keep off of it when he has got to the public parks.— Puck. A Chicago man has just had a coat-of arms fixed up with the inotto, "Ail things come to him who hustles." "Hello, "said the citizcu, as he watched a cloud of dust arising, "I see real es tate is going up again."— Washington, Post. That was an ingenious disciple of Isaak Walton who fished for electric eels with a lightning rod.— Boston Commercial Bul letin. It is all right to hawk spring-chickens about the streets, but it isn't to hawk them about a barnyard.— Washington Star. Sharp—"Renthaus is going to move again." Flat—"How do you know." Sharp—"He's using up the bauk steps for kindling."— Puck. A man in North Carolina has a horse 40 years old, and he is doing all he can to smooth the animal's pathway to the glus factory— Texas Siftings. Freshly—"The moon is just comfort ably full now." Old Soak (with the knowledge of experience)—"lt will soon be reduced to its last quarter." Sunday School Teacher:—"When your father and mother forsake you, who will take you up?" Small Boy: "The perlice, sir."— Harvard. Lampoon. Beggar—"l was once a soldier, sir." Veteran—"You were, eh? I'll prove it. Attention! Eyes right!—now, what is next?" Beggar—"Present arms."— New York Herald. Things One Would Rather: Algernon (who is much given to talking in phrases) —"Angelina, I love you with a fer vor—a fervor worthy of a better cuusei" —Harvard Lampoon. Mr. Rasticus—"Miss Simper, shall wo promenade?" Miss Simper—"Promc nahd? With a pleasure.'' Mr. Rasti cus—"Shall we have a glass of—er— lemonahd first?"— Chicago Tribune. "Mercy me ! " said Miss Passee; " I sincerely hope they will not pass the law making a day of eight hours." " Why not ? " "Just think how rapidly we shall age ! Just three times as last."—Har per's Bazar. The editor of the Chicago Tribune has probably run into an umbrella. He prints this admonition: "No man shouid carry a half opened umbrella in a crowd. He should either pul up or shut up."— Kansas City Star. Old Vickars—"Oh, of course, you think you know ever so much more than your father." Young Vickars—"Oh, no, I don't; indeed I don't. It is, no doubt, true that your age and experience more than counterbalance my superior intellectual ability, pa."— lndianapolis Journal. " Well," said a lawyer ns he entered his condemned client's cell, " good news at last." "A reprieve?" eagerly ex claimed the prisonor. " No, not a re prieve, but your uncle has died and left you $2500, and now you can meet your fate with the satisfying feeling that the noble efforts of your lawyer in your be half were not unrewarded"— London Tid Bit*. "Young man," said the stern father, "do you realize that my daughter is in the habit of weariug drrsses that cost all the way from #SO to $100?" "I do," replied the young man, firmly, "and, sir," he continued, an exultant ring in his voice," it was only the other night that we took an account of stock and I'ound that she had enough of them to ••ist three year* ahead."— Cloak tin it if.
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