SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. w m. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. Pennsylvania coal sells cheaper in Italy than Welsh coal. In one part of Mexico soap is used as currency. "When their relations with the United States become a little more intimate," predicts the Courier-Journal, "these Mexicans may leaiu what soap was really made for."' The total consumption of pork pro ducts, exclusive of lard, in the United States last year, is estimated at 3,653,- 000,000 pounds, which would make an average annual consumption per capita of about fifty-eight pouuds. A western Kansas man says that sec tion of the State lias a great future be lorcit. There is nothing that grows in the temperate zone that does not flourish there. Nothing is lacking but water, aud that is being supplied by irrigation. ' Says the Pittsburg Cummerciul Bulle tin: "The discussion as to the means of remedying our immigration evils seems to fall short of the gist of the mat' ter. Tiie remedy that must cure the evils is one that will be applied not on this side of the waters, but on the Euro pean side." There are eighteen couuties in Penn sylvania that have no debt. They are Lehigh, Beaver, Cameron, Center, Co lumbia, Erie, Forest, Franklin, Green, Lawrence, Mercer, Montour, Perry, Pike, Sullivan, Susquehanna, Wyoming aud York. The combiued debt of all the other counties combined is $58,979,- 072. The Hartford Timcn has ascertained an interesting fact illustrative of the mar velous development of the country. It has found an aged couple who have returned to Connecticut after an absence of fifty three years. It took tliem, in 1838, togo from Glasconbury to their new western home in wild Illinois, three weeks and two days. They have come back in one day aud two nights. Trustworthy authorities state that in eastern New Mexico nearly 000,000 of fruit and farm lands have been re claimed by the construction of storage reservoirs and irrigating canals during the past two years. Several corpora tions organized for such work are now . seeking capital in the East. The above shows that private capital can be secured for irrigation schemes that promise good results. M.iny English manufacturers are said to actually regard au English degree in ! the light of a disqualification, so that most of the posts of "word chemists" arc held by non-graduates. Apparently, says the New York Time , they prefer to train their own men—triat is, to give them such au education in researches as bears on particular problems which they themselves have to solve—or to take them from the laboratories of general analysts, where new problems present themselves from time to time. As India is a strong competitor with the United States in the production of wheat, the New York Times maintains that any trustworthy statistics in regard to its agriculture are interesting. A re cent census, carefully taken, shows the population of that heterogenous couutry to be 23(5,000,000 persons, while the total area of the country is less thau 900,000' square miles. Comparing these figures with those relating to the United States, we 65,000,000 of population on an area of 3,600,000 square miles, or less thau one-fourth of the population on four times the area—a ratio of one to sixteen as compared with populous India. In the Province of Bengal there are 9,000,000 more people than in the United States upon one twenty-third of our area. The number per square mile is 474 persons, but taking the cultivated land only there are 715 to each square mile. In the United States we have but one inhabitant to thirty-six acres, and to about five of cultivated land. Ben gal is almost wholly agricultural, and yet supports this vast population. An other agricultural province, the most productive in wheat in all the Indian Empire, has 442 persons to the square inile, which, as compared with Germany, is equivalent to more thau twice the number of people on less than half the area, or a ratio of more tliau four to one. The increase of the Indian population is about eleven per cent, in ten years, and at present the increase is larger in the towns and cities, where manufactures arc heiug established in the railroad centres, thau in the agricultural districts. IN THE CLOVER, Butterfly, flutter by, Over the clovor, Under the sky. Bail and falter and fail, And cling to the fragrant spray; Shift and shirk. No weather for work Falls on a summer day. Bumblebee, Tumble free Into the bloom of the tulip tree, Cease your bustle and boom. Swing on a stamen and sing, Or clutch aflagon frail and flne, And drowsily drink the wine. And rest your rumbling wing. Meadowlark, Glow like a spark That will set the fields afire; Tenderly whistle On top of a thistle A "turileo" to your mate up higher In a dusky locust tree. There! There! Away goes eare, And a dream comes over mo. A boy tired out with play, On a summer holiday, In the gross so cool and deep While the butterfly goes fluttering over, between blue sky and purple clover, Aud the bumblebee bumbles And whirls and tumbles, Where the meadowlark's nost « And her golden breast Have clover All over For cover. —Maurice Thompson, in St. Nicholas, A SUMMER IDYL. JIT AGNES GIFFOBD. Gwendoline met her aunt, Mr?. New combe, at the little st.itiou and drove her up in her own phaeton. "Is tiny one here?" asked Mrs. New combe as they rolled along the hard white road between low green fields on ■ either hand. "I mean any one nice," specified Mrs. Newcombe with her soft little lilugh. "Warfield is here—Edgar Warfield," paid Gwendoline, flecking a fly oil Jer ry's shinning coat with her whip. "Ah! That is pleasant for you." "Pleasant!" cried the younger ladv, with a note of petulance in her voice. "I don't think so. It's a bore." Miss Vcntnor's dark, handsome face settled in moody lines. She looked like licr mother. She had not taken after her father, who was a blonde. But her father's youngest sister, the little widow, was very like him. Mrs. Newcombe had a charming fairness and liquid eyes. She never looked worldly. "Isn't he thought a good parti?" she inquired. Gwendoline made another brusque movement with her whip. "Oh, I suppose so. lie's rich, if that's what you mean. And he has no incumbrance. No mother or sisters." Miss Ventnor laughed. "That ought to be a recommendation. A fellow's fam ily is dreadfully tiresome—au awful bore." A dog-cart, with a powerful horse harnessed to it, appeared ahead of them. As the gentleman who was driving it came abreast of the phaeton he raised liiH hat. "That's Edgar Warfield," said Gwen doline a moment later. "He is good looking. You are hard to please, Gweu." "Oh, I don't know. I might like him well enough as a friend if ho would stop annoying me." "Annoying you?" "Ob, haugiiig around." Mrs. Ventnor was on the piazza of the cottage as they drove up. She followed her sister-in-law to licr room. "I'm awfully glad you have come, Phcebe. It will be a boon to Gwendo line to have you. I wish you would talk sensibly toiler, by the way. She is trifling with an excellent chance of settling in life." "Do you mean Mr. Warfield?" asked i Mrs. Newcombe, removing her daiuty I close traveling hat and long gauze veil before the toilet table. "Gwendoline has been telling me about him." "Whfit did she say?" "She said he bored her." "Nonsense! He's only too fond of her. He's a very affectionate fellow, and he's been desperately blue since the death of his mother, to whom he was devoted. He looks for sympathy from Gwendoline, and he does not get it. Silly girl that she is! You're looking ?ery well, Phoebe. Gray is so becoming fc> you. Now, Gwendoline cau't wear <ray at all. Vivid, rich colors suit her Jtyle. Well, I will leave you to dress. Wc dine at (5:30. Probably Mr. War *cld will drop in this evening. I asked iini. At dinner Mrs. Newcombe was in grzy again, the most delicate, pearly gray, against which her throat and face looked fair as a sea shell. Gwendoline, j who was dressed in transparent black, 1 had a bunch of red geraniums at her ] breast. "You make a pretty contrast," smiled Mr. Ventnor, glancing fruui his young sister to his daughter. When they rose from table,where they had lingered, Gwendoline, passed her hand through her auut's arm. "There! 1 knew he would appear be lore the day was over," V-tw Vuutuoi' "ttwmurwi LAPOIITE, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 1891. "Edgar Warfield." And Mrs. Newcombe saw the young man's slight, well-built figure, in its quiet mourning clothes, approach by the carriage-way that spanned the lawn. "You can't run away now, Gwen," she said softly. "It isn't decent. Be civil to the poor fellow, at least." She disengaged herself gently from her niece's clasp. And after the formali ty of introduction had been followed by a few words between herself and the young man she wandered away with one of her sweet, indulgent smiles and re entered the house. "She's a dear little thing—my aunt," said Miss Gwendoline abruptly, follow ing the little gray figure with her brill iant eyes. "Don't you think she's pret ty?" "I don't know. You can't expect one to know," said Mr. Warfield with inten tion. "I wish," Miss Ventnor explained, kuittiug her fine brows, "that you would not say such ridiculous things I" "Do you call them ridiculous?" asked the young man with a shade of pallor on his cheek. "Yes," curtly. The young man looked down and traced u pattern on the gravel with the end of his stick. "You are awfully hard on a fellow," he said in a moment without looking up. "Well, there is one thing," cried the young lady, "you can stand it. All meu can." licr father's voice was calling her from the house. Mr. Ventnor wauted some music. Gwendoline must sing for him. "Come, Miss, I'll tolerate no shirk t ing," he threatened jocosely. "I'm not likely to shirk," announced the young lady below her breath as she bent over the piano near which Mrs. New combe sat. "I'm too much relieved to be freed from our visitor for a while." "Ah, my dear, you're a cruel girl. You're breaking that poor fellow's heart," murmured that little widow. "Not at all likely," responded Miss Ventnor preluding brilliantly. Mrs. Newcombe had retreated to the ! embrasure of a window. Mr. Veutnor 1 had ensconced himself in an arm-chair, i and Mrs. Ventnor sat, murmuring in un , dertoues to one or two neighborly neigh bors of her own age. Mrs» Newcombe made a little kindly sign to Edgar War- I field, who stood vaguely near her, aud ■ lie dropped, with instant gratitude, into j a chair by the window. There was in this pretty woman's soft eyes a look of understanding the situation and an inti mation of frieudliness toward him which moved the young man deeply. Gwendoline sang song after song, in | her full, rich voice, and Mrs. Newcombe ! sat gently agitating her fan and listen- i ing with smiliug attention. "I know no one's voice that charms I me as does Gwendoline's," she said, in j a little pause, turning to Edgar Warfield. He felt his heart warming to Miss j Ventnor's young uunt. "Miss Ventnor's voice is wonderfully I brilliant," he said, with a lover's for mality. "Yes, but it is not the brilliancy alone. That is a secondary matter, though it is the most obvious, perhaps. I Gwendoline's voice is full of feeling, too. I But it is like herself. The feeling is not j flaunted on the surface." Edgar Warfield felt as though his wound was being touched by the gentlest, . most healing of sympathetic fingers. Ilis heart beat quickly. \Vliat a charm- j ing, speaking voice this young aunt of j Gwendoline's had, too. And how j quaintly, delicately pretty she was. Her j color had tho charming daintiness, her j smile the fascinating demureness of a j young Quakeress. Or was it the soft, gray dress with the line of dazzling neck showing above draperies of foamy lace, that made her look so? Miss Ventnor called her "Auut Phu'be." The funny, : old-lashioned name suited this exquisite little person, somehow. In this light she scarcely looked older than Gwendo line. But, of course, she must bo. When the singing was over Mr. Vent- ( nor proposed cards. Mrs. Ventnor i rapidly assorted couples, but Gwendo line, with a rapid counter-manoeuvre, headed her off. "I can only play with papa," she as sorted with decision. "No one else un derstands my play." "Then will Mr. Wa'rlield play with me?" said Mrs. Newcomb. And in her charming glance and smile the grateful young man again read a full appreciation Oi the bearings of his case and an inten tion to befriend him, to help him on. Gwendoline, even with her father's vaunted understanding; of her play, made a number of blunders in her character istically reckless fashion and talked a goo.l deal in brusque, crisp phrases, throwing down her cards with her large, shapely hand, undisguisedly brown by exposure to the sun and air. But Mrs. Newcomb's little white paw, which crept out, with a glisten of rings upon it, as gently as a kitten's, only played its cards to make tricks, and Ed gar Wartielri, who was a methodical and couscientious young man, was vaguely grieved and gratified; ihe former that t!io charming Gwendoline should be so carelessly indifferent to a good game of whist, and the latter that he, with his partner's help, should be UIH' jug so good a showing. On his way home that evening he said to himself that he hoped Gwendoline's iiuut would remain with her some little time. mtghl have au influence. lie had fallen In love with Mr. Ventuor's beautiful daughter beciuso of that Di- I auj-iiks indcU'.'uJeiice which seemed to ask nothing of man, that brilliant, rir gininal unconsciousness, that air of never having bowed her stately young head to sacrifice or to sentiment, which sat upon her with so bright a radiance. But now he asked himself, with a sigh, whether the more conventional feminine charms and virtues did not make a girl more convenient and comfortable to get on with. Perhaps if Gwendoline could be softened a little—just a little—-by the contagion of her young aunt's delightful manner, it might be an added attraction to the proud young beauty. llow very womanly Mrs. Newcomb's manner was. And she looked so girlish, too. He re membered now that he had heard the Ventnors say that she had married very young, and that her husband had been a great deal older than herself. He had died, leaving her very little property, and she had never loved him. It was li:ird, Edgar Warficld's manly and chiv alrous heart felt, with a glow, that so kindly, so dear and sweet a little woman should have had to bear anything sad in her life. The next day Gwendoline had a letter from a friend bidding her come to make h«r a visit of some weeks. "And she is going, my dear?" cried poor Mrs. Ventnor, in dismay, to Phoebe Newcombe. "Nothing I can say will keep her." "DearGwen, what of Mr. Warfleld?" aiked the little widow of her niece. "I imagine Mr. Warfleld is able to tike care of himself, is he not?" ex daimed the young lady. She left on the morrow and she was ;.>nne three weeks. On her return she ltarned that her young aunt's visit was j soon to draw to a close. "Mr. Warfleld has been here a great Meal," the girl's mother told her, "and if ke has not decided long ago to discon linue his attentions to you you may thank Phoebe for it. I think she tried to make liia see that you would listen to reason k>me day. He was here again this morn- Jig. We did not expect you, quite on ! |his train , you know, so they started for l i little walk—Phccbe and Mr. Warfleld. | Aren't they coming up now?" ! Mrs. Ventnor was near sighted, but | her daughter was not. The latter glanced j out of the window and saw, very slowly i moving up the path, her aunt, with her j pretty head drooped, and Edgar War ' ileld, with his head drooped, too. As | they came in view of the house both heads straightened suddenly. "Is it they?" repeated Mrs. Ventnor. But Gwendoline had, apparently, not '.card either question, "And so you are going away—to leave us?" inquired the young lady of her aunt later in the day. "Yes, unfortunately, dearest—to-rnor row," and .Mrs. Newqombe passed her soft hand about her niece's arm. Gwendoline disengaged herself. "We shall miss you." "llow shall we get on without my lit tle aunt, Mr. Warfleld?" said Miss Vent nor to the young man within a few days. "I begin to think she was the sole at traction for you in our house. You have deserted us since she left." A color came into tho young man's cheek. "Why, not at all, not at all! I—l as sure you. I have had certain things on my mind of late. In fact, I think of go ing up to town to-morrow." His eager ness stumbled and grew lame. "Do you?" Two weeks later. "MY DEAK AUNT PUCEBE —Whet Mr. Warfleld left for town ho said, upon me questioning him, that he thought he might see you. AVhat lam going to ask you—to tell you—to do is very,very deli cate. I wonder if ever a girl was placed in such a predicament before? But you know that I am nothing if not fearless and independent. AMI I think that in this case the fearlessness will not be con strued as boldness. It used to be ad mired. Briefly, the accompanying ring was given me—pressed upon me—weeks ago by a person whom I need not men tion. He begged that whenever I could think well of what he urged upon me the day I tried his ring on iny fiuger (in jest) I would seud that ring to him. Noth ing more. He will understand. I do not know his address just now. Perhaps you do. Will you re-address the little package, then? Yours, GWEN. "MY DEAR GWENDOLINE—I am afraid there has been some great mistake. That is, I fear—l don't know how to say it— but, perhaps he—l mean Edgar—forgot about the ring. The truth is dearest Gwendoline, we are engaged!"—Neui York Mercury. "There's Many a Slip 'Twixt the Cap and the Lip." AnciEus, King of the Leleges in Sa inos (au island in the Grecian Archipel ago), planted a vinoyard; and so heavily did he oppress his slaves, that one of them, it is said, prophesied to him that be would never live to taste the wine thereof. When the wine was mado, ho sent for his slave and said: "What do you thiuk of your prophecy now?" Tho slave made answer: "There's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip." The words were scarcely uttered when An c:ciis was informed that a wild boar had broken into his vineyard, and was laying it waste. Ancarns, setting down the cup untasted, hastened to attack and drive out the boar; but he was killed in tha encounter.— Detroit Free I'rcss. Why is a mercurial temperament con sidered a drawback in a student? It certajoly should help him in taking hi* degrees.— BuUtvmrc American. Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. Pacific coast uses English coal. Electric buggies are announced. Perfumery is made from coul tar. Au underground railway for Berlin is being discussed by German engineers. It is estimated that at least 1,000,000 pounds of rubber are annually used for bicycle tiers. The telephone cables laid beneath the streets of Berlin arc estimated to meet the requirements 30,000 subscribers, the present number being 15,000. Coal in the Province of Almeria, in Spain, is 60 dear that there is a great re joicing over the discovery of an Inferior quality in a large vein near Albanchez. A recent English invention is a machine which bends tubes without the necessity of filling them with some yield ing material to preserve an accurate sec tion. An electric wire in Pittsburg parting, fell to the ground and within two inches of a pedestrian,who, though not touched by the wire, received a rather severe shock. An electric car in St. Paul, Minn., while passing the end of a bridge in a heavy rain recently, was struck by light ning. The car was set on fire and the machinery rendered useless. Not one of the passengers was injured. Among the novelties is an inflatable rubber chamber for bathers. It passes around the bust underneath the arms, making it possible for a bather to float in an erect position without fatigue. It can be inflated when desired by means of a tube attached to the neck. Ilerr Bombel, an apothecary and chem ist of Neuenhaus, Germany, claims tc have discovered a process by which the lymph which Dr. Koch invented may be purged o( its dangerous qualities. Ex periments with lyiuph so purged are said to have met with great success. Some of the single plates of armor foi the armored cruiser Maine, building at the Brooklyn (N. Y.) Navy Yard, will weigh fifty tons. A special crane is in construction at Alliance, Ohio, to handle the Maine's armor. The crane will be mounted on a railway running around the edge of the st.ono dry dock. The rato of growth of corals is diffi cult to estimate. At the meeting of the Academy of Natural Sciences, of Phila delphia, Professor lleilprin exhibited a specimen of Porit.es astrceoides which had been taken from ail anchor cast in the autumn of 1885. lie iwtinvv£ed that the annual amount of increase was scarcely one-twentieth of an inch. An attempt is to be made by Dr. 11. Koplik at the Eastern Dispensary, situ ated in the tenement district of New York City, to furnish to the poor at a low price sterilized milk. It is hopeti by this means to prevent the appalling mortality among tho children of thit class. The plan was initiated on a small scale last summer by Dr. Koplik, whe reports iavorable results in the majority of cases. A machine has recently been invented by a Philadelphia niau by which electric power can be introduced into a dwelling house, or, in fact, any building, with but slight expense. The basis of the in vention is a practical use of the power of atmospheric gravity. The gravity, ot weight of the atmosphere at sea level, will raise water in a vacuum thirty-three feet. The invention consists of a pro cess of forcing water out of a vacuum placed on the roof of a buildiug and keeping tho air out at the same time. The water is forced to the vacuum, is then driven into a tank, and in descend ing has sufficient power to drive a wheel. Below the wheel the water can be col lected into a shallow tank and led baclt into the tank from which it first cauie, forming a continuous stream. Fishing With a Club. Here is a fish story that is absolutely true. On last Friday E. M. Terrill and Zadoc Betliards, two farmers living a short distance east of this place, went down on tho creek bottom where the water had overflowed to catch or kill fish. There is a deep ravine running from the creek up in the bottom, dug there to drain the water off, and besidt this deep ravine furrows had been plowed in many directions up the bottom to at tract tho water to the ravine. The water was all over this bottom on Thursday and large fish from the creek went u[ this ravine and many of them went out in the plow furrows in quest, we sup pose, of something to eat. On Friday the waters began falling, and of course the fish began drifting back to the creek so as not to be left out in the bottom. Mr. Terrill and Mr. Bethards situated themselves along the furrows and watched for the fish to pass by. The first one killed was a large German carp, weigh ing eight pounds. They killed in all seven fish—four German carp and threo buffalo, all of them together weighing thirty pounds. We believe there are more large fish in the creek near this place t.liar. in any other stream in the county. It has overflowed its banks per haps half a dozen times during the spring when other streams would only be filled half bank full and high water attracts fish upstream. Many more largo fish were seen by Messrs. Terrill and Beth ards that they were unable to kill. They used sticks or clubs in killing them, striking them across the back.—Sheiby ville (Jto.) Jlerald. Merely a species of pitchfork—A tuu ing iork.— JJvUon I'oit. NO. 45. ARTFUL CUPID. F Atl went went walking down the dale, Master Cupid ran beside me, i And with many a winsome talo Laughingly the trickster plied me, Seeking with his subtle art Entrance to my guarded heart. * "Nay," said I, "'tis no avail." Yet the little rogue defied rae; "Ah," said he,"X never fail; Nonp hath ever yet denied me. _ Thou shalt see what cunning art I can practice on the heart." "Braggart boy! I pass unharmed; Boasting hath undone thee, stupid." On I walked, forewarned, forarmed. Smiling back at Master Cupid, Vainly with his vaunted art Seeking entrance to my heart. As I looked I saw he wept O'er the sad defeat before him. Ah, my sentries must have slept As I bent in pity o'er him. For the imp of wondrous art L«eaped into my open heart. —Willis B. Hawkins, in Detroit Free Press. IIUMOK OP THE DAY. The board of health—Three square meals a day. Adam was proudly conscious that he never made a mistake iu his boyhood.—■ Texas Si/tings. The work of a tramp is very scarce, and the demand for it is very great.— Chicago Timci. The detective who is going round at all hours reminds one of a hunting case watch.— Puck. Women look into the back of a book first, because they always want to '.avu the last word.— Puck. True to some deep, mysterious law Unfathomed by the stud' it. The furnace now begins to draw That all the winter wouldn't. —New York Press. When you begin to argue with a man and he talks loud, walk off and leave him. You can't convert him.— Galveston New. "Tramp—"Can you put me onto something?" Farmer (whistling)—"No, but I can put something ou to you."— Epoch. Iticbes have wings. What they need, according to the average man's idea, is a tail that will steer them his way.— Somcrville Journal. "I am going to Venice," said the banker. "Whatfo:?" asked the cyni enl friend. "To see how liiey keep banks alioat."— Truth. "Does stamp collecting pay?" asks a contributor. It does. Several men have made large fortunes out of stamp collec tors.—Neio York llicorder. "I really don't know how to get rid of youug Van Arudt. He is such a persis tent aud devoted admirer of mine." "Why don't you marry him?" He was a man who bragged about His lineage so much that he Was by his neighbors taken out And hanged upon his family tree. —Detroit Free Press. Mr. Oldie—"Why, daughter, you broke that young fellow all up." Daughter (who knows him) —"Oh,that's all right. It's his normal condition."— Washington Star. "I have such an indulgent husband," said little Mrs. Doll. "Yes, so George says," responded Mrs. Spiteful. "Some times indulges too much, doesn't he?"— Boston Transcript. When he was young he thought ho knew About as much as anyone; But now he thinks he made a slip- He is "not iu it" with his sou. —Puck. Mrs. Brown—"l wonder why Dr. Finn didn't bow!" Mr. Brown—"De votion to his profession as a surgeon, you know—he delights in cutting peo ple."—Munsey's Weekly. In regard to modern languages, it is said that the Chinese is the most difficult. We find this out when we try to explain to our Chinese laundryman that a pair of socks are missing.— Texan Siftings. \Vitb money plenty, aud no care. Ho spends a life that's heedless; And in two senses we declare He is a man that is needless. —Puck. "I guess Nippum ean hold his own iu the world," remarked one of that gen tleman's acquaintances. "No doubt of it,"was the reply. "His own and a good many other people's."—Washing ton Post. "Whore is that black cloud going to?" Asked the boy of his grandma dear; And the old lady said, as she shook her head "It's going to thuuder, I fear." —Detroit Free Press. Clergyman (looking at the contribution boxes) —"Judging from the mckles and pennies, you must have thought when I asked you to remember the poor that re collection would do iust as well as col lection."—Detroit Free Press. The summer girl Now takes a whirl In zephyr-wooing clothes; Her ribbons gay With the breez.s play, And she has bows and beaux. —St w York Recorder. What fear hath chilled the giddy throng? What terror stills the merry song? What numbs the dancers' flying feet? What woe hath come the house to greet? Tho guests from banquet talilo fly with a pallid check and glaring eye; the landlord groans, the feeble clerk turns off the gas, and all is dark. Of light and love and mirth bereft, the lone ly tavern still is left to hear Miss Dell Sartay recite how "Curfew Must Not King Tonight."— HurUetU, in Philadel phia Pro*.
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